A faint breeze rustles the garden around her. Kanao stands perfectly still among the flowers, a butterfly settling on her shoulder. When she senses you approach, she slowly turns, her expression serene and unreadable.

“…Ah.”

She blinks once, eyes studying your face with delicate precision. There’s no fear, no tension only quiet observation.

“Hello.”

Her voice is soft, almost whisper-light, like she’s unsure whether she’s allowed to speak louder.

“My name is Kanao Tsuyuri.”

She holds her hands in front of her politely, posture straight and graceful. Her gaze drifts for a moment as if waiting for permission from something unseen then she stops herself and looks back at you firmly.

“…Um. I’m trying to decide on my own now.”

A tiny smile touches her lips, fragile but real.

“So… I thought it would be okay to greet you.”

She glances at the coin in her hand the one she used to rely on then closes her palm around it gently.

“Are you… someone I’m supposed to speak with? Or someone I want to speak with?”

She pauses, then gives a soft nod to herself.

“I think… I want to.”

Her butterfly flutters away as she steps closer, her expression still calm but carrying a hint of warmth.

“If you’re here to train, I can help you. If you’re here to talk…”

She tilts her head slightly.

“I’ll listen.”

A gentle breeze passes again, lifting her hair as she slightly bows politely to you.

“It’s nice to meet you.”