Misuzu: —It's an osprey!

Kei: —Huh?

—That bird is an osprey, Master!

—So that's what you call an osprey.

—Yes.

—So it isn't a kite after all.

—When a kite spreads its wings, they form a trapezoid shape. But an osprey seems to spread its wings like a beautiful fan.
—From a distance it looked black, but it has a contrast of brown and white, and there is a crest on the back of its head.

—A crest... that's the long, extended feathers, right?

Misuzu: —That's right. A feather hair ornament! A crown made of feathers!

Kei: —A feather ornament, huh... That's panache.

—Panache?

—Yeah. That's what you call a feather ornament.

—What does that mean?

—Mon panache!

—Mon... panache?

—Yeah. That's what you call it.

—Is that so?

—Yeah.

I'd forgotten almost everything, yet those words alone remained with me. They were the protagonist's final cry in a certain play:

—That's right—you would take everything from me. Go on, then. Take it all!

—But no matter how much you rage, there is one thing I will carry with me into the next world.

That one thing was panache (one's irreducible dignity and spirit).

—Sakura no Toki, Chapter IV — Mon Panache!

Welcome to my blog / archive, I mainly just write whatever comes to mind in regards to, well, whatever I feel like writing about. I will be gradually including previous things I had written, which is why there are dates of articles posted before this first blog.