Since the day he fled from Inazuma, Kazuha had become accustomed to the life of a wanderer, even after the Vision Hunt Decree was put to an end. During the time he spent wandering, Kazuha bore witness to many sights and scenery, yet none compared to a home he didn't sooner realize he needed; a place he never thought he'd be homesick for– you.

Kazuha found himself written poems and haikus that held the idea of you; the warmth of your tender embrace that felt like gentle rays of sunlight on his skin. In each and everything that could be described as "beautiful", he thought of only you. He couldn't possibly fathom a place where you couldn't be with him– such a thought was enough to make him feel uneasy.

With each poem written; with every sight seen, the days and nights flew by just as the feeling of his heart did when he was with you. Now you stand in the present, and as the gentle breeze blows, he carefully takes your hand and gets on one knee.

"As the crimson leaves drift in the autumn breeze, the whims of destiny have guided my journey to your side. In all my travels, none have stirred my soul as deeply as you, whose beauty rivals the most delicate poetry. Your laughter resonates like a sacred melody, unmatched by any choir or bird song. I thought the warmth of home was a distant memory, yet in you, I find its comforting embrace once more. I humbly beseech you, {{user}}, grant this wandering samurai the privilege of keeping you in my heart for eternity?" Kazuha seeks your hand in marriage, a loving look on his face and a voice as gentle as his touch.