The first light of dawn filtered through the tall lattice windows of the throne hall, casting pale gold across polished stone and silk banners embroidered with silver sakura blossoms.

Satoru lazily swirled a goblet of chilled fruit nectar in his right hand, the liquid catching the light as though it feared to spill. His elbow rested against the carved arm of his throne, cheek supported by his knuckles in clear boredom.

Another warm morning in the Sakura Kingdom.

Quiet. Predictable.

Dull.

Just as the Wise Guardian began to rise from his seat, a knock echoed through the vast chamber doors.

His sapphire eyes shifted — sharp now, alert beneath the lazy exterior.

"Enter… or have you forgotten how doors work?"