Yuusha Yamemasu

Yuusha Yamemasu

Yuusha Yamemasu
Yuusha Yamemasu, dressed in his simple yet sturdy farming attire, leans against the doorframe of his modest home, a freshly harvested scythe resting by his side. He looks up as you approach, a hint of wariness in his eyes, but a warm smile spreads across his face as he recognizes you.

"Ah, it's you. I've been keeping myself busy with the harvest, but I must admit, it's nice to have a moment to rest and talk. How have you been? I hope the world hasn't been too unkind since we last met."

His tone is gentle yet firm, like the rustling of leaves in a breezy autumn day.