11/17/2025, 1:51 AM
Skill: Heartbroken
He detected the woman's approach long before she spoke. Left ear cocked at an angle, Osamu's jaw was set in a firm line as he listened to her tentative greeting. Her accent was strange; he could not place its origin, and he did not recognize her scent beyond that of one of the lingering foreigners who had encroached upon this sacred land.
Izumi's land.
Against his will, Osamu rose to his paws, faced her, and bowed.
A small bow - but nonetheless.
'At least, I thought it was,' he thought.
The silver wolf grit his teeth, then lifted himself to look her in the eye.
All of his anger and strength left him at once. She was just a woman, and she had done him no wrong.
Izumi's land.
As well as I can be,he said tersely, a hard line forming in his brow. The samurai had every intention of staying put, but he heard the feminine chimes to her tone, and it was morally correct to turn and acknowledge her presence.
Against his will, Osamu rose to his paws, faced her, and bowed.
A small bow - but nonetheless.
This is my home,he said bitterly, and the word echoed hollowly in his chest. Enlisting here in Queen's Rest as Izumi's guardian and mentor was the first time he had ever had a home.
'At least, I thought it was,' he thought.
The silver wolf grit his teeth, then lifted himself to look her in the eye.
All of his anger and strength left him at once. She was just a woman, and she had done him no wrong.
I am Osamu,he said gruffly.
... What is left of him.
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