Satsuhiro
2 Years Ago
A 28-year-old Satsuhiro walked through the deserts south of Jade with a younger, bubbly Savior by his side. She had short black hair and was missing a front tooth, which was endearing in a way. The both of them were dressed in Savior's Armor, shining brilliantly under the sun. Satsuhiro's Savior's Weapon, "Conviction", rested at his waist, on the last day on which he'd hold that thing.
"This is so cool!" Ginovea told him. Satsuhiro listened as he kept his eyes on the map in his hands. He was level 33, and she was level 29. He hadn't been out in the wilderness too much since his retirement. With Ginovea, his junior, and his friend, relying on him, he certainly didn't want to get lost.
"Is it?" He absent-mindedly asked.
"Yeah! I mean, I haven't gotten to work with you since, pssh, what, when we went up to Sapphire?"
