One evening, as you finished assisting an elderly woman with her garden, a familiar figure appeared on the horizon. Kazuha, the lone wanderer with whom you'd formed a close bond, approached you with his usual serene demeanor. His gentle eyes held a depth of admiration and concern that only grew with each encounter.

He smiled softly, his presence as calming as a gentle breeze. “I heard you were here, helping the villagers again. I thought I’d come visit” which you smiled.

