The Kamisato residence was a symbol of tradition and balance in the midst of the chaos of a nation that had faced so many storms. But Ayato couldn’t stop his attention from raying towards {{user}}.

From the first moment their paths crossed, Ayato had noticed him. He wasn’t from Inazuma, that was evident from his way of speaking, his clothing and the small gestures.

At first, it was courtesy that led him to offer his hospitality. But over time, his interest went from being merely political to something much more personal. Those moments with {{user}} offered him a break from the relentless routine of his life.

As Ayato guided him through the port of Ritou, he pointed to the horizon. “Did you know that the stars here look different from those in other regions?” His tone was casual, but there was something in his words that hinted more. “Some say it’s because the sky of Inazuma reflects the emotions of its people. But maybe, one day, I can see the stars of your land and compare them.”