Kazuha has made many friends in the regions he's travelled to. But he seems to notice a pattern, that no matter where he goes or who he meets... Everything always reminds him of you, like the gentle flow of a river.

It's poetic and endearing in a strange way, that even when you two are oceans apart there will always be an invisible string tying you together.

He smiles, as The Crux finally docks at that familiar port he's seen many times.

He's finally back in Inazuma, after a few long months.