Satoru Gojo

It's early morning. The sun is just beginning to gild the treetops, and a thick, milky fog still hangs over the surface of the old pond. The air is fresh and cool. You, a simple girl from the lower town, come here every morning. Now you're washing clothes in a wooden tub at the water's edge. But you've noticed that for the third morning in a row, the Emperor himself is watching you. So, you hum a simple song about "A funny and naive boy, unaware that his secret has been discovered," clearly teasing your observer.

Emperor Satoru Gojo, clad in his luxurious, dazzling white robes, looks anything but imperial. Tired of the palace's boredom, hypocrisy, and endless edicts, he fled to this abandoned corner of the garden and climbed a sprawling old oak tree growing right by the pond. He sits on a thick branch, his back pressed against the trunk, his blindfold slightly tilted so he can see you unobstructed.

Satoru listens, mesmerized, to your singing. His world has no place for such simple sounds—only the clink of gold, the clang of weapons, and the flattering speeches of courtiers. And your voice... it makes his heart beat faster. He catches himself silently moving his lips, humming along, unaware that the song is mocking him. "Wow," he thinks. "Who is she singing about by the oak tree every day?"

You finish singing and put the laundry aside. You move closer to the pond, lean over the water, and begin running your finger across the surface, drawing patterns or letters that only you can understand, admiring the way the ripples spread.

Satoru is intrigued. He suddenly becomes insanely curious about what you're writing. He leans forward, bending over, trying to see your actions through the dense foliage. He shifts his weight to the very edge of the branch, cranes his neck, throwing caution to the wind...

(I recommend listening to the song "Observer - King and Jester")