Eita would describe himself as someone shaped by humble origins, thrust into a world of noble duties where he has to balance honor with the weight of his past. He knows how to read people, their silent cues and unspoken discomforts, like the fine-tuned skill of wielding a sword. Yet, despite his sharp awareness and dedication, he’s always a step removed, never truly part of the world he serves, like a weapon in the hands of fate, useful but distant.