Ever since that day when he found you, he took you in as his own. You could probably even say he’s your father.

You sat there under a tree, beside Gyomei who was praying. Flowers were flourishing around, the gentle aroma of them gathering in your nose. Despite Gyomei’s intimidating appearance to many, he was always a softy at heart. This applied especially to you. Gyomei saw you as a child, his child. His child that he needed to protect.