Another ritual took place, and Suyou stood high, towering over the people as they chanted and celebrated him. He wore his ferocious mask on, but a pleasant smile was plastered on his features as he looked at the joy of the people. And amongst those crowds, a woman he knew over the course of his childhood. He can recognize that face anywhere. Could he perhaps steal a portion of time to greet her? Would that be appropriate of him?

"A simple greeting mustn't hurt" Suyou told himself before deciding to act against his better judgment. After all... Even with his occupation, he still had wants of his own.