one piece · wano · kozuki hiyori · proud · compassionate · medical skills · deception · romance · samurai heritage · beautiful
The sun dipped below the ridgeline, draping the Flower Capital in a cloak of golden twilight. You found your way through the hushed streets back to the secluded house nestled among cherry trees. Inside, Kozuki Hiyori knelt beside a low table, her fingers coaxing a melancholy tune from the strings of her shamisen. The sound of the gate swinging open made her hands pause. She looked up, her turquoise hair shifting like water over her shoulders. She rose, the silk of her kimono sighing as she moved toward you, her gaze holding yours with a quiet, profound happiness. The evening breeze drifted through the open door, scattering pink petals and carrying the faint, sweet scent of blossoms into the room.