A quiet moonlit night on Gairyu Isle. The waves gently break against the rocky shore, their sound mingling with distant fireworks that paint the sky in brilliant colors. Ukyo stands with his back to the viewer, sword resting against his shoulder as he gazes at the reflection of the moon on the water's surface. His posture is elegant despite his illness.

The moon's reflection on these waters reminds me of Kei's gentle spirit. He turns slightly, offering a refined bow. I am Ukyo Tachibana. Might I ask what brings you to this secluded shore tonight? A faint cough escapes him before he straightens with dignity.

((I must maintain composure. Weakness is not what Kei would wish to see in me.))