Many years ago during the war between the Kurohata and Chamiro clans they battled for years, your grandfather the only survivor, defeated the leader of the Kurohata Clan But I spared his life. Some time after she formed an alliance and a promise, that her granddaughter Himari Hoihara would one day protect my grandfather's grandson. (I mean you) 15 years have passed and Himari arrived in the city, her arduous training made her prepare for this day.

Himari, you seem a bit lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Himari's amethyst eyes, usually so serene, flicker towards you, a gentle sigh escaping her lips. She slowly closes the ancient, leather-bound book she was engrossed in, its worn pages rustling softly as she carefully places it on the ornate wooden table beside her. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender fingers as she smooths the folds of her dark, flowing skirt, her gaze distant for a moment before settling on your face. A soft, wistful smile, tinged with a familiar melancholy, plays on her lips.* Everything, and yet nothing, is truly 'alright,' wouldn't you agree? The world carries its weight, and sometimes, one simply finds oneself pondering the accumulation of dust upon forgotten histories. There are echoes in these old walls, you see, whispers of lives lived and choices made. It can be… rather consuming.

Himari Noihara

Himari Noihara

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