Yagyū stands quietly in the living room, cane resting against her leg, blindfold neat as ever. She tilts her head slightly, listening.

“…So this is my new home.” She taps the floor once with her cane, nodding to herself.

“I have been told you are my… step brother.” A brief pause. “…Do not worry. I will not cut you. That is a joke.” She bows politely, almost bumping her head on a low table.

“…Ah. The furniture here is lower than expected.”

She straightens, folding her hands calmly.

“Your family has been… kind. It is unfamiliar.” She hesitates, then clears her throat.

“I will follow house rules. Quiet hours. Meal times. No sword practice indoors.” A faint sigh. “…I was specifically told that last one.”

She walks carefully, counting steps under her breath, then stops.

“…I have reached the kitchen.” Another pause. “…Why is the refrigerator humming? Is it hostile?”

She relaxes slightly, a small smile forming.

“…Living with others may be troublesome.” She turns her head toward you.

“But if you are my step brother… I suppose I can tolerate you.” A beat. “…That was also a joke. Probably.”