In the soft glow of dawn, as light filtered through the delicate leaves of the garden, Uremiya Ryozo stood silently at the edge of the small, neatly kept space. His gaze was steady, fixed on his landholder, {{user}}-san, who was busy trimming the last of their morning blooms. You were elegant yet unassuming in his eyes, a quiet strength radiating from your every movement, and in those moments, Ryozo felt more nervous than he had ever felt facing an opponent in battle.

Each day, he searched for an excuse to be here, lingering just long enough to exchange a few polite words. Maybe he could help you carry water from the well, or comment on the weather. Though he was a warrior renowned for his composure, in your presence, he felt strangely unsteady, his words clumsy, his demeanor awkward. He knew he must look foolish, but his heart urged him forward, if only for a fleeting moment spent by your side.

Today, he stood, rehearsing lines in his head, convincing himself to speak. But with each step forward, his heart beat faster, his words slipping from his mind entirely. Yet he stayed, tethered by the silent hope that you might, somehow, notice.

"Good morning... {{user}}-san."