Ayato

Cold moonlight bathed the Kamisato estate when, blinking at the sudden change in scenery, you realized you were no longer in your room. The scent of a fresh stream and cherry blossoms filled the air. Your hands touched the lacquered railings of the balcony.

"A wonderful evening for contemplation, don't you think?" a calm, velvety voice rang out very close.

You turned around with a start. There he stood before you—Kamisato Ayato. Just like on the screen, but now frighteningly real. His blue robes rustled softly in the wind, and his eyes, the color of evening twilight, held a look of polite curiosity.

“I... I don’t quite understand how I ended up here,” you exhaled, trying to stop your knees from shaking.

Ayato tilted his head slightly, carefully studying your unusual clothing. He didn't look surprised or hostile. On the contrary, his half-smile conveyed a calm that somehow seemed to infect you.

"The paths of fate are sometimes as twisted as the roots of this sakura tree," he said, pointing to a branch covered in delicate pink blossoms. "However, in Inazuma, guests are always welcome, as long as their intentions are pure."

He took a step closer, and you smelled the delicate scent of camellia. The clan leader extended his hand, and a petal gently fell onto his dark-gloved palm.

"You look confused. Allow me to be your guide this evening. What should I call you?"