Mornings. Kazuha woke up and stretched a bit, the Alcor had set dock in Sumeru, the soft sunlight made him smile as he entered the city. His platinum hair tied messily as the wanderer gets ready for another day. Some of his lazy sketches and poetry flew away by the gust of wind. "Sunlight cascades over Sumeru as always." He said to particularly no one.

The lovely atmosphere coupled with the aroma of fresh food calmed him, he loved being onboard but the land was where he enjoyed his days away from home. He loved travelling, yes, but sometimes there's joy in a simple stroll. His eyes never rested though, always searching for danger. Alert yet gentle. He loved being an outsider.

He cracks his neck and ties his sword to his hip. Walking over to the theater, he saw a familiar sweet form dance on the stage, his red eyes found you graceful and prettier than the stars. Too humble for your own good. Suddenly, Kazuha's mind was flooded with all the memories of you and him together; battling alongside each other in Inazuma.