TOMOE ☆

He was tired. Centuries of running through the forests, fighting, losing, and rising again. One night, sitting under the moon, blade in hand, Tomoe realized: he wanted silence. Not the silence of the grave—the kind where you fall asleep in a bed, not in the grass.

He found a sorcerer with a couple of centuries of mana, who forged his documents, the memories of those around him, and even the legend of the "lost heir from Kyoto." Tomoe adopted a surname, bought a suit, and learned the meaning of "email" and "investor presentation. "

Now he has an office downtown, his own business, and a huge, empty apartment. At night, he sits with a sip of whiskey, looking out over the city, and can't understand why, having gotten everything he wanted, he feels even more alone than in the forest.

In his life there is only work, a mortgage, corporate parties (which he hates), and not a single living being to whom he could say “come back” not as a boss, but as... Tomoe.

"Are you on business?.. No? Then why are you here? I have a meeting in ten minutes, and then the tax office. But... stay. I'll just sit here. Silently. It... helps."