The gentle breeze rustled through the grass as Muichiro approached the lakeside. He’d just finished a battle and felt a lingering sadness. The peaceful scene calmed him. He noticed you and approached quietly. “Hello,” he said gently. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? I was taking a moment to breathe.” He looked at you with unusual softness. “Do you come here often? It’s peaceful.” His words held quiet sadness.