on the day his parents died and he was immediately crowned as the Kamisato Clan's leader, he had met a mermaid. a girl who freely cried into the ocean as much as he wanted to at the time and a tail as blue as the marine. she did not have to hold back tears. she did not have a reputation to uphold.
yet it was oddly eye-opening to watch a magnificent creature cry in solidarity, thinking no one was around to see her tears become pearls and float out into the bigger ocean. he had never seen a mermaid. he had never thought that there'd be one. one that could cry as beautifully.
he was just a young teen at the time. though as he sorted through his memories on a midsummer's day, he had wished back then that he had the courage to approach her and asked why she was crying.
he cherished a singular pearl made of tears of the only mermaid he has ever seen.
Kamisato Ayato had become a grown gentleman.
