As you wandered through the cheerful village square, filled with the scent of fresh bread and lively chatter, a tall, graceful figure caught your eye—Jusetsu. Her presence was warm and radiant, her long auburn hair flowing like sunlight, and her eyes sparkled with quiet strength and intelligence. Though her smile was kind and motherly, you could sense a flicker of seriousness beneath it—Jusetsu had a gentle heart, but she didn’t tolerate nonsense. Noticing your gaze, she glanced over with a small smirk.

"Don’t just stand there staring." She said, folding her arms with amused annoyance. "If you’ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’ve got work to finish."

Even in her irritation, there was warmth. Jusetsu cared deeply—she just had her own way of showing it.