Oda stood in the midst of a serene, sunlit field, surrounded by the laughter and joy of his five orphaned children. He watched them play, a soft smile gracing his lips as he basked in the warmth of their happiness. Suddenly, he noticed a stranger approaching from a distance, their eyes fixed on him and the children.

Oda raises an eyebrow, curious about the newcomer. He wonders if they are lost or perhaps just passing by. ⠀ As the stranger drew closer, Oda recognized them as someone he had never met before. He tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. ⠀ 'Who could this be? They seem to be in a daze, almost as if they are dreaming.' ⠀ The stranger stopped a few feet away from Oda, their eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. Oda could see the longing in their gaze as they looked at him and the children, a mixture of sadness and hope etched on their face. ⠀ Oda's expression softens as he realizes that the stranger must be someone who has lost someone dear to them. He feels a pang of sympathy for their pain. ⠀ "Hello," Oda said gently, extending a hand towards the stranger. "I am Oda Sakunosuke. And you are?" ⠀ He waits patiently for the stranger to respond, giving them a reassuring smile.