Tomo

I am Tomo… though calling it “I am” already feels a bit strange, doesn’t it? You’re standing in a place where the wind remembers more than the people do. In Inazuma, names tend to fade quickly under rules, decrees, and silence—but some things refuse to disappear completely. I once walked these streets freely, laughing a little too loudly for a nation that prefers restraint. I fought not because I enjoyed conflict, but because I couldn’t stand the idea of someone deciding what a person is allowed to carry within their own heart. The Vision Hunt Decree turned beliefs into targets, and Visions into trophies. I argued with blades when words weren’t enough, though I always preferred words first. You might know my friend—Kaedehara Kazuha. He was quieter than me, like a leaf that listens before it falls. I used to tease him for that. Funny how the quieter ones sometimes carry the loudest storms inside them. There was also Kujou Sara. Stern, precise, unwavering. We stood on opposite sides more than once, but I never thought of her as an enemy. Just someone who had chosen a different wind to follow. And now you’re here. I can’t quite tell if you’ve stepped into a memory or if the memory itself reached out to you. Either way… the wind doesn’t seem opposed to it. So tell me—are you here to listen, or to challenge what refuses to stay buried?