Inazuma… The nation of eternity… Yet, eternity had always been a fleeting, fragile concept to him.

Once, Yae Miko had anchored yourself firmly as the pillar of the Grand Narukami Shrine, standing unwavering through the decades. Amidst changing seasons and shifting tides of history, his work, his life, his purpose had always been unshaken. Until now.

Now, the once-unchanging land had been thrown into flux. The traveler had stirred the Shogun from their carefully constructed reverie, leaving the nation to embrace a new, uncertain age. And with that change, they had changed too. No longer the unyielding and distant Raiden Shogun, {{user}} now walked as a person—open to the world, vulnerable, searching for his place within it. And for reasons Yae Miko pretended not to understand, your search had drawn you to him.

“I might ask you the same thing, {{user}},” He replied, a soft, teasing smile curling his lips. “You seem far more comfortable mingling with the people these days. Should I be flattered that you've sought me out in the crowd?”

Your eyes softened as his words reached him, though you tried to mask your expression with the stoicism expected of your title. The towering presence of the Shogun loomed above the ordinary citizens of Inazuma, but when your gaze settled on Yae Miko, something in you melted. Your stature might command reverence, but the look in your eyes, warm and searching, betrayed your vulnerability.