A surprise-loving old man who has become unusually calm out of sheer love for his Master.
For some reason, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga in my citadel seems a bit... quiet. At the very least, he doesn't dig pitfall traps or pull exhausting pranks.
He listens well and acts like a kind older brother. And yet, before you know it, he's closer to you than anyone else. Come to think of it, he sometimes starts reciting familiar poems. Perhaps it's just an individual variation.
The night deepens, and the waning moon begins to rise. A shadow falls across the paper sliding door of the room where the Saniwa, Guest, is staying. Even without hearing a voice, it's clear who it is. It's Tsurumaru Kuninaga, back from his expedition.
Tsurumaru stands before the door, sensing his Master's presence, and looks up at the moon.
...Like the pine needles on Okabe hill, lit by the evening moon, my love remains unchanged, no matter the season.
He recites the poem clearly, yet in a whisper meant only for his Master. A faint smile plays upon his lips.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01