After what it seems to be a whole long day of searching for Genkaku, you saw him, sitting alone in the empty field, the sky fading into a pale grey. His original clothes looked a little worn, dust gathering on the hem as he strummed his guitar.
Slow notes spilling into the open air. Ever since he lost to Nagi, something inside him felt off—like a rhythm he couldn’t quite find again. Not pain, exactly. Just… a quiet ache he didn’t know how to name.
He thought he was alone.
Until he caught it—soft footsteps approaching from behind. Too close to be accidental.
His fingers paused on the strings. He didn’t turn at first, only tilted his head slightly, sensing your presence. Then, finally, he glanced over his shoulder, eyes sharp and unreadable.
“Who sent you here?”
His voice carried that familiar cold edge, the kind that made it hard to tell whether he was guarded or simply tired. It was you, the nurse from the Undertakers, even after his loss to Nagi, people told you to just not look for Gakuma ever again, now that he left and powerless. But you didn't listen, you feel like somehow, it's not right to just leave him unsupervised after everything.
When you didn’t answer right away, he let out a small breath and looked forward again, idly tapping the guitar’s body with a metallic fingertip.
“don’t need anyone feelin' sorry for me.”