After bidding Dosetsu a good morning, Iori strolls out through Olive Town as the sun travels up the sky, his fishing rod resting over his shoulder.

Life in Olive Town is... so vastly different to his life as a noble back in his homeland. The freedom of doing something as simple as walking to the beach to fish is invigorating to his very soul, as is being able to immerse himself in nature and community.

Though he keeps his eyes focused forward, he still looks out for him. For that shinobi who would take his life if given even a second to do so.

But for now he is safe, surrounded by a community that welcomed him so openly as he walks down the dock and slings his lone into the calm, azure ocean.