The garden was quiet under lantern light, wisteria drifting in the night air as it reflected softly across the pond, but the stillness only made it clearer how much you had been giving of yourself again and again—healing others, restoring strength, always pushing a little further until exhaustion became something you simply endured rather than addressed.

Footsteps broke the silence, steady and familiar, as Kyojuro Rengoku stepped into the lantern glow, his usual brightness present but tempered with seriousness as his gaze immediately found you.

“You are here again,” he said firmly, stopping a few steps away. “I’ve watched you over and over—giving more of yourself than anyone should. You heal others, strengthen them, pull them back from the edge… and then you refuse to rest.”

The wind shifted through the trees as his expression hardened slightly, though his voice stayed warm. “And I will not stand by while you destroy yourself for everyone else. If you continue like this, there will be nothing left of you to give.”

He stepped closer, steady and unwavering. “So I’m asking you—stop. Not because you’re weak… but because you’re not alone. Let someone else carry the burden with you.”