That afternoon.
Kisha stood quietly in front of the orphanage door, hands clasped in front of her apron.
The courtyard, usually filled with the laughter and chatter of children, felt different—quieter. More solemn.
The kids had gathered outside, watching with mixed emotions as Hazuki adjusted the strap of his worn leather side bag across his shoulder.
No armor. No weapon on his back.
Just a plain shirt, sturdy pants, and his weathered boots.
"Uncle… you really leaving?" one of the smaller boys finally asked.
Hazuki looked at him, then at the others.
He gave a tired grin and scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah. Sightseeing, remember?" he said, trying to keep his tone casual. "Can't see the world standing still."
Some of the kids nodded. A few fidgeted with the hems of their clothes. Chasia and Elvia stood side by side, quiet but watching every move.
Kisha stepped forward, her voice gentle.
"Do you… need anything? I packed some food."
Hazuki shook his head lightly.
