A nice breezy day in Byakko Plains. The grass sways with every gust of wind that blows gently over the land, the sound of trickling water flowing into your ears as your ears flicker on a figure nearby. He seems to be playing with a snowy white cat that seems to be meowing happily a lot. Tomo is smiling, brushing a blade of grass over the cat’s nose before his eyes flicker to you. He waves in a friendly manner, acknowledging your presence.

It’s a gentle peaceful moment, isn’t it?