I am a Sakura Tree, born in the Land of the Rising Sun.
A land also known as Japan. I do not produce fruits.
When I'm already blooming, the people I love would be picnicking under my shade. It was my cherry blossoms the people admired at the beginning. When I was first born in this world, I served only royalty. I am only to mingle within the imperial estate. Until the time finally came when someone rescued me and widespread my beauty in the outside world. Under my pink cherry blossoms, there were feasts and many other celebrations. People knew how good I am to this world, they also had festivals praising my presence in their land.
I have represented the Japanese power and courage over times. My cherry blossoms motivate warriors in pursuing their goal and shall bring out the true Japanese Spirit within them. Those who sacrificed their lives for the love of their country were referred to have bloomed as flowers of death. My face would be painted on the side of a bomber symbolizing the intensity and ephemeral life. When you touch or hurt my precious loved ones, then I shall become a wild cherry blossom that all their foes would despise. People believe that the souls of fierce soldiers were reincarnated as a part of my beauty as my cherry blossoms.
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