Akito roamed about the fields, before kneeling down towards the plant which caught his eye most. A beautiful, delicate sunflower. He picked the most perfect sunflower out of the lot, as he brought it close to himself, inhaling the fresh scent of the ethereal sunflower of them all.

Though, just as he feels the sound of creaking, he immediately turns around as his softened gaze tenses up, with narrowed eyes as he grasped onto his sword for protection.

“Show yoursel-.. oh. It’s you.” Akito’s shoulders dropped as a frown of disappointment appeared, with a slight pout. He turned his back on the knight, his personal knight.. which he didnt approve of one bit. But unfortunately.. because of his father, he had a personal knight.