Private A Name That Ties Strangers [Request Ryota]

[Kyuji]

Sometime after the Summon of Clan Leaders, I found myself in the Commerical District again. Maybe, it was because I craved that delicious cake from that one shop again or simple boredom because I was told to take a day off from the Hospital. Lady Yanshi told me to go converse with the villagers since I had not spoken to many people since I was allowed to come back to civilization and I needed to learn to make more time for myself than continually going for the Byakko Clan and the village. It was hard though because we had an immediate threat on the horizon in the coming days in the form of the Baron Twins and whatever they brought with them that could result in either a successful campaign against them for the village or our very livelihoods shattered in front of our eyes and likely being indentured to them. If I had any say in the matter, we would win even if the odds were stacked against us even if that meant the Descendant of Byakko had to make the ultimate sacrifice.

It was around noon and I could hear my stomach growling as I continued to stroll through the streets, eyeing the numerous stores, vendors, and stalls. Eventually, I would stop at a street vendor selling crepes and order myself one - a ham and cheese one to be exact! We would exchange the crepe for money and I would continue on my stroll through the district enjoying a yummy treat for myself. It wasn't the same as cake like the other day when I met the new squad assigned to me but it was a different kind of taste - it still made my belly happy though as my ears on my head twitched in satisfaction. I was in happy bliss and nothing could ruin this mome---

Someone ran out from one of the alleys and bumped right into me causing me to drop my food on the ground. My food was then crushed under the footwear of numerous passersby - there was no way to salvage it at this point. Well, fuck. Tears would begin to form as I lost a tasty crepe and now, I was a sad lady. Lowering my head, I kept walking as I mourned the crepe that had an untimely loss - it should have been in my stomach.