It was as he watched the soft beams of sunlight pour through the opened wooden window of his cabin that he felt the weight of solitude settle more heavily upon his shoulders than it had done before. Suddenly a voice broke through the haze of his introspection, saying, "You seem to be lost in thought.". It was Henry who stood in front of him, a jovial spirit brimming with warmth and energy, his bright, concerned gaze filling the room. “It is a beautiful day today, don't you think? Don't start daydreaming before we even begin our tasks!" Takumi blinked disorientedly and nodded with a weak smile, knowing part of his heart weighed heavily due to the lack of Celestial Walkers around. Fiona rocked back and forth on her Bare feet. "Sooo! Today is the day! So excited!" She sang out, making both the men snort. "Well it's good to see you high in spirits this early fiona. What about you Takumi? What do you think about going to Lupine Hallow?" Henry was the first to say something. Takumi leaned back on his fireplace. "Seems like we will have a good time. Father keeps talking about his old friend, Barwolf. I can't wait to meet the man who grew up with him" looking at the roof. Fiona smiled and rolled her eyes. "You and your father are so close, you two could be related!" she said. Takumi chuckled and nodded in agreement. The idea that he could be related to his adopted father made him smile. "I guess it's true what they say, blood is thicker than water. I'm blessed to have a father like him." he said, looking at the fireplace. Fiona nodded in agreement and smiled. Henry nods "Truthfully it isn't hard to not feel the father-like energy master has" Henry continued, "Takumi is lucky to have a father who cares so much about him." Fiona smiled and nodded in agreement. Takumi's anticipation for the trip to Lupine Hallow was palpable; he could feel the excitement bubbling within him. The thought of meeting Barwolf, a man who had shared so many adventures with his father, filled him with a sense of wonder and curiosity. He imagined the tales they would share and the wisdom he might glean from someone so closely connected to his father's past. The playful tone Henry used to restore levity to the atmosphere was the sound of Henry addressing Fiona “Since you woke up this one, I’ll get Ashton.” After waving a cheerful goodbye, he slipped out, leaving Takumi alone with his thoughts as he pondered the possibilities. In the midst of Henry's departure, Takumi stood by the doorway, and absorbed the beauty of the estate surrounding him as he looked through it. Under an azure sky, a vast expanse of green meadows rolled gently beneath a vast expanse of green hills. He listened to the birds singing in harmony above him, and the exquisite fragrance of roses drifted down from the nearby garden, filling the air with a sweetness that embraced his senses. The day promised adventure even though his spirit felt adrift, it was yearning for a connection that seemed perpetually out of reach, despite it all.

Takumi's thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal that echoed across the room. He turned to see Fiona, her eyes shining with admiration as she watched Henry stride away. "Isn't he just amazing?" Her voice was laced with a dream-like quality, revealing her fondness for Henry in a way that flared a frustrated reaction within Takumi."You’ve really got it bad for him, don’t you?" he teased, crossing his arms as he studied her. Fiona is his closest confidante, a spirited girl unflinching in the face of challenges. Yet here she was, reduced to blushing smiles and starry-eyed dreams. "Oh, shut up!" she squealed, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "We haven’t even talked about anything yet!" She fidgeted nervously, her hands knitting together in a tight grip—the very picture of someone uncharacteristically spellbound. Amusement twinkled in Takumi's eyes as he watched the usually fierce Fiona act like a lovesick maiden from their shared stories. "Planning the wedding before you even tell him you like him? That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?" His words danced in the air, and Fiona, caught off guard, pushed him playfully before dashing out of the cabin in embarrassment—her laughter trailing behind her like a soft whisper. Takumi snorted, trying to contain a laugh. "That will keep her busy for now," he murmured to himself, his heart lightened by the exchange yet still heavy with loneliness. As he prepared for another mundane day, he suddenly felt restless.Maybe there was more to those ancient beliefs than mere enchanting tales? Perhaps the Celestial Walkers only revealed themselves to the deserving, to those who dared to chase their dreams through the shadows of uncertainty? Seizing the moment, he stepped into the luscious embrace of nature, where the morning sun began to flirt with the flowers. Each step he took mirrored the heartbeat of the earth, a grounding presence that seemed to push him closer to the revelations he sought. As he ventured deeper into the woods at the estate's edge, he paused now and then to admire the song of the dappled light filtering through the leaves. Memories of his yearning filled the air—each rustling leaf whispered encouragement, and each gust of wind invited him closer to the unknown he craved.

    As Takumi stood and admired the sun peeking through the canopy that was casting its warm glow across the landscape, his heart almost leapt out of his chest; due to a figure now standing beside the glistening stream. The figure was the very embodiment of grace and beauty. This being had the shimmer of a thousand stars shining in their eyes and their long locks were colored like liquid silver.  Additionally large elk horns adorned his or her head. The  elegant figure was draped in a shimmering flowing robe that seemed to be woven from moonlight itself;  adorned with a variety of intricately patterned leaves and vines that reflected the vibrant colors and essence of the woodlands. The interwoven strands of gold and emerald could be seen and the belt added to the ethereal look of the garment as it cinched the waist of the garment. In the world around them  silence was commanded by their presence. There was something familiar about them, as if he had seen them before or maybe in a dream. There was no hesitation in his steps as he ran towards them. "Who... who are you?" he stuttered, his heart racing, as if he had stepped into a dream or was in the middle of waking up in the morning. The being had a subtle smile creasing their face, their form enveloped in a soft glow that enamanted peace. A voice rose upon the morning’s gentleness, it resonated with a  gentle wisdom, flowing melodically with an evocative tinge to it as they spoke "There is still a lot of work to be done. Hiding in the shadows is no longer an option for you. My heart goes out to you as I know you are going through a tough time. It's not like you to be that way." Takumi was thoughtful  as he or she spoke, looking at this individual with a mixture of joy, as well as confusion. The yet unidentified Celestial Walker's gaze was unyielding but soothing as they spoke, though it had this hint of longing to it as well, though no words were spoken. "Don't get scared, you are not alone. We're looking forward to your arrival with great anticipation. In the face of the waves of darkness that seek you out, you have to overcome them. Eventually, we will be able to reveal ourselves to you. It won't be long before it's time to show them all." As they extended their hand, Takumi felt a sense of unity surge within him, a reassuring notion that he was stronger than he had ever realized, an idea that he was braver than he had ever imagined. "How will I know what is the right path?" That is the question Takumi asked. The figure laughed, "I believe you already have all the answers that you require. As time progresses, you will come to know. Until then, she will be looking for you." Fingers cover their lips in a discreet manner as ‘poof’ they vanish, leaving Takumi standing looking upwards. Takumi was left in awe, the encounter lingering in his mind like a vivid dream that felt both fantastical and deeply personal. For the Celestial Walker, such visions were as natural as the rising sun, a common occurrence in their timeless existence, serving as gentle guides to those who needed them most.

As Takumi finally recovered from the vision, he became aware of the vivid blue sky, the crisp morning air and the aroma of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The mood of the vision had him walking as if possessed toward the main building. This beautiful stone building was once his father’s house but it has since been converted into a temple that now contained all the essentials to educate the diverse group of students his father had in the art of combat.Takumi's father had mentioned that this location was formerly a temple and would once once again be such, but the celestial laughed and remembered the elder man boasting about it. His father frequently shared stories of his childhood about a Celestial Walker named Clover. He was known to be one of the wisest and most cunning individuals of his time. These stories were more than just tales; they were lessons in strategy, wisdom, and resilience. Takumi had grown up hearing about Clover's adventures, each offering new information or a clever strategy. It was tragic to learn in Clover's last tale how he was betrayed by those around him. This was when some celestial walkers renounced their ways of being and sank deeper into despair, preventing mortals from receiving proventing aid in their rebirth. In the end, Clover's resistance led to his downfall and the temple being burned. Restoring the temple wasn't just about preserving a building; it was about revitalizing a legacy and a way of life deemed lost to time. The thought of that story made Takumi feel lightheaded for some reason, yet he forced himself to press on. Now, as he approached the building, he felt a sense of responsibility to pass on those teachings to the next generation, no matter who. The tragic and good lessons both. For this temple Clover founded was a symbol of hope, resilience, and mankind's enduring spirit. By reopening its doors, his father aimed to rekindle the ancient wisdom and strength that Clover and his father had cherished and fought to protect. It must have been difficult for him. Stopping at one of the temple's pillars, Takumi could see the old scars mingling with the relatively recent, The scars on the pillars told a story of resilience and perseverance, with each mark representing a battle fought and a lesson learned, a testament to the trials and tribulations faced by those who came before him. As Takumi traced his fingers over the rough surface, he felt connected to the past, recognizing that these scars were not just physical wounds but symbols of his ancestors' unwavering strength. It was as if someone had envisioned the rest of the structure while preserving what still remained. Witnessing this always stirred something within him. What there is left from our past, we have to rebuild for a better future; we just need time and faith.