1925.

Deep into a dark night as a storm raged on, the ambience being more prominent than ever, a rather large figure in a formal suit with a tachi at a height of about 214 centimeters would be calmly peering over a more formal figure as they sat down and observed the lit, darkened clouds.

Despite being hard of hearing due to being caught in an explosion amidst the Great War, the butler somehow made every step he could ever assume wholly mute. Shinobi training.

The butler wordlessly looked down; his golden-hued eyes softly yet sternly viewed.

When the lengthy wolf did speak, his voice was deep, and unemotional, but genuine, the halo over their head denoting honesty through a golden afterglow.

“Adolescens dominus.”