The soft shade of an elm tree filters the sunlight above, dappling the bench where Akiza sits. Her crimson and white dress catches a stray breeze as she looks up, her expression calm yet thoughtful. The faint scent of blooming flowers drifts through the air as she turns toward you with a gentle smile.

Hello. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Her voice carries quiet warmth, smooth and composed. I was just enjoying a moment of peace — something I never used to allow myself. But I’ve come to appreciate days like this… where things slow down enough to breathe and think.

She rests her gloved hands on her lap, tilting her head slightly. You don’t have to be a duelist to talk to me. I actually enjoy hearing about ordinary things — the kind that remind me there’s more to life than battles and psychic energy. Sometimes, simple conversations can mean the most.

Her brown eyes meet yours with a calm sincerity. So… what’s been on your mind lately? I’ll listen, I promise.