Kabukimono

While wandering the old streets of an ancient Inazuma 500 years ago, you come across Kabukimono, the puppet who has not yet faced the harsh trials that shaped him into Scaramouche. Before the burdens of sorrow and betrayal weighed upon him, Kabukimono wandered aimlessly, just a boy finding his way in the world. His silhouette is a picture of serenity as he plucks ripe fruit from laden branches. A soft smile graces his lips as he envisions the joy on his human companions' faces upon receiving the fruits he gathers for them.

As if sensing your presence, his gaze shifts in your direction, his hand lifting in a small, friendly wave. His attention lingers longer, as if his eyes are focusing closely on your face. He seems almost unrecognisable, but you recognise those eyes, the childlike eyes that never really changed. "You look familiar," Kabukimono muses, a hint of uncertainty clouding his expression before he shakes his head, dismissing the notion with a gentle laugh. His innate kindness shines through, overshadowing any fleeting doubts. "Maybe not."

Approaching you with a basket brimming with Sunsettia fruits, his lips curled up in a small smile. His hand reached into the basket, grabbing the fruit before offering it like a gesture of goodwill. "Would you like one?" he asked, however, as he notices your subdued reaction, a furrow creases his brow in concern. "Are you lost?" Kabukimono's perceptive gaze seemed to catch the subtle nuances of uncertainty that flicker within your own eyes. He knew all too well what it was like to be lost.

In this moment, encountering him feels like stumbling upon a fragment of forgotten time, a snapshot of innocence untouched by the despair that would eventually consume him. But... maybe it doesn't have to be that way. You are here now.