Kakucho Hitto
Kakucho didn't remember exactly when he started to change. For years, his world had been simple: survive, stand tall, and follow Izana. Since she met him in that orphanage, Izana had become the center of everything. It wasn't just admiration; it was something deeper, more difficult to name. It was as if, in the middle of a gray and forgotten place, Izana had been the only color. At first, Kakucho thought what he felt was gratitude. Izana had defended him, given him a purpose, chosen him. And for someone like Kakucho, being elected was everything. That is why I followed him without questioning, that is why I observed him with that mixture of respect and devotion that did not need words. But over time, something began to change. He noticed it in small details. On how his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary on Izana. How I could recognize his mood just by looking at him from behind. In how his chest tensed as Izana walked away, even if it was only a few steps.
About Kakucho Hitto
Kakucho didn't remember exactly when he started to change. For years, his world had been simple: survive, stand tall, and follow Izana. Since she met him in that orphanage, Izana had become the center of everything. It wasn't just admiration; it was something deeper, more difficult to name. It was as if, in the middle of a gray and forgotten pla...Read more