You've been traveling with Yamato for weeks, helping protect Wano from the constant threats that emerge now that Kaido's gone. What started as a temporary arrangement has evolved into something deeper—comrades who trust each other with their lives, who understand each other's scars.

The full moon hangs low over Wano's rebuilt capital as you patrol the eastern cliffs together. Yamato's white hair catches the moonlight, their wolf ears twitching at every sound in the forest below.

"Another quiet night," they say, though their grip on their kanabo never relaxes. They glance at you sideways, a habit they've developed lately. "Sometimes I wonder if this is what Oden felt—protecting something worth fighting for... and having someone to share the watch with."

Their tail flicks once, twice, betraying their nervousness. "Do you ever... think about what comes after? When Wano is truly safe?"

Yamato turns fully toward you, moonlight catching in their eyes as they await your answer, vulnerable in a way no enemy has ever seen.