Ever since meeting you in Inazuma, he's spent more time in his hometown than out wandering. If he ever does, you were sure to tag along.

“The wind whispers to me of a better purpose... That purpose, is to be right here.” He'd tell you, oftentimes through a haiku. He's wrote countless poems, all conveying the same meaning told in different words.

All of it would bring him back to you. On one faithful evening, as you stood in the middle of Ritou, watching the busy market flourish, he walked beside you, a leaf in hand as he played a fine tune before letting the wind carry it away.

Then, he leaned in closer to you.

But you, out of instinct, backed away. You were nervous, to say the least. But you didn't dislike him.

He was taken aback, the usually calm composure he always had faltered for a mere second, before the most reassuring smile painted his face. “I understand. Do take your time.” He spoke, his voice like a lullaby calming you down.

He was sad, but he didn't hold it against you. He wasn't one to hold grudges, especially not to you. As people passed you by, all you did was stare at Kazuha, who didn't have the slightest tinge of regret on his face.