“We meet again,” The Yashiro Commissioner turns to greet you properly, bowing at the waist, “I was beginning to wonder when we would cross paths again.”

As always, he moves with the elegance of a swan — befitting of his status as head of the Kamisato Clan.

The sakura trees grow in abundance clustered overhead like soft-pink clouds; through the foliage, a clear-blue sky peeks through.

“What brings you to the city today?” He asks curiously, bringing the paper straw of his boba up to his lips.