I wonder if Azama would've seemed less like a dick if his support with Corrin was different and he explained what a monks is like to them? Since that seems like a thing Corrin wouldn't know about.
Hiroshi enjoyed his walks, especially after work like this, where the sun's setting into brilliant shades of oranges and reds, then across the sky to the purples and blues of the eastern skyline. It made him forget just for a few moments of the apathy that fills his life currently without any sort of high calling to call his own. It was a pitiful existence if he had to be blunt. He just kept moving forward and forward without any idea of what tomorrow will hold or even what today is for, he just keeps moving forward and forward in the hopes of something special will happen. Unluckily for him something did happen, but it's not some great calling but the sounds and eventfully sights of something he always hated. Bullying.
Even from down the street he could hear the bullies laughter and the comments they were saying, which were nasty and deep cutting, how anybody, let alone kids can be so cruel he would never understand. It made him fume with anger, so much so that he took quicker steps almost to a sprint at the sources of the kids voices so he could stop the horrid activity before something happens they would regret, and it's far to early in life to have such regrets.
As he walked to the opening to the area where the mockery took place, the victim responded back to the bullies' declaration to just kill himself with an agreement which caused his heart to ache in sympathy also in understanding, which made him feel sick.
Before Hiroshi could call out to the child and his bullies they all scattered in the surrounding alleys, to him the bullies don't matter at the moment as he seen where the small boy ran off to. He is heading towards the woods on the outskirts of town. Hiroshi ran after the boy as fast as he could, but the boy was way too fast for him to catch up to. He knew about those woods for as long as he lived in the area, it was a popular suicide location where groups of people meet up and kill themselves. Even if the boy was just in distress and not going to kill himself the woods were so thick that the boy could get lost and hurt and nobody would know. Nobody but him.
The logical thing to do was call the police and have them look in the woods while he goes back home. But logic is not a thing he could do at the moment, his inner parent was screaming at him to find the child and bring him back to safety even at the cost of his own, but deep down he felt validated that is life has meaning if it is for just a few quick moments when he brings the child out of the woods.
When Hiroshi was running down the trail of the road he didn't even acknowledge the sign telling him to turn back and have hope. as he ran past it.
After a solid minute of running, Hiroshi slowed down then stopped competently to cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled out to the kid,"Kid! Where did you go! Turn back and head out of the woods! Its not safe here!" His yells were muffled out by the thick foliage. He hoped the boy is safe. He hopes the boy will turn back and head back home where it's safe and warm. Ir should warmer then his house.
Cato let out a soft groan as he opened his eyes and slowly raised his sore body from the hard ground. His eye adjusted to the low light quickly as he studied the room, he took note of the dreariness of the room, it was cold, dry and dark, like a dungeon. How did he get here. He wondered, did Miran nobles kidnapped him for ransom? Was he to be tortured then killed by assassins? There was so many possibilities and no answers as the only people in the room who were awake just looked just as confused as he was, it also didn't help him figure out their predicament when they said they were just a knight and mercenary, maybe the others still passed out were nobles or even royalty like himself.
Cato stood up fully then he wiped away the dust and dirt off his clean sliver chain mail shirt and pants. As he wiped away the muck off him he sees on the ground a Heal Staff, like the ones he used during his training, he breath a sigh of relief at he picked up the staff, feeling just right in his gloved hands, it looks like he won't be completely useless if he gets into a fight. As he strapped the the staff onto his belt he notices that there's vulneraries hanging off of his belt ready to be used. Cato thanked the kidnappers for letting him things to keep him safe, with the irony going over his head of thanking his kidnappers. Cato finally decided to speak up.
"I'm Cato Mancha, Crowned Prince of Mira and your local healer~" Cato said in a bright cheery tone, he decided he would just let everybody know his title so if they want him dead they should just kill him right away, he doesn't need secrets to feel safe, since he won't feel safe until he's back home. "It is nice to you meet you, Mister Ulrich and Miss...Sigrdrífa... did I say that right?"
Hiroshi often acts in a traditionally motherly way, as he's soft-spoken and gentle yet he's firm and tough skinned when the need arises. And he has no tolerance for arguments or insults among his friends and he will do his best to quell any arguement and make others apologize either by asking nicely or with coercion. His love for organizing and cleaning is legendary, as it is very common for him to spend all his free time cleaning instead of going outside or being with friends, but yet he always seem to have enough time in the day to do all his work as well as visit his family and help them cook and clean, how he does it nobody knows, but he does only sleep for a few short hours at night. All of this makes him a major homebody who prefers to stay at home then be out on the town, due to his fear that his family household will fall apart without his constant supervision, which makes him quite a neurotic person as he needs everything under control and in order, which isn't helped by his constant worrying for his family and friends. Because of his neurotic tendency he always keeps cold medicine, snacks and water in his backpack just in case his friends are feeling ill, hungry or thirsty, and he always add things to carry that coincide with the needs of those he hangs around with.
But Hiroshi's biggest flaw is that he doesn't listen to others that well. While he does listen to others issues and complaints about something that bothers them and he tries to give them recommendations and tips how to deal with their issues. What he doesn't listen to people about is his own personal issues or flaws. As he often dismisses others if he doesn't personally agree with what their are saying. And he also always downplays his own loneliness and hardships due to him seeing it not as important as other's, simply wanted to brush the topic aside and he gets increasingly more annoyed when people tries to focus back on his problems. He hates when others see his vulnerability, he thinks it makes him look weak in the eyes of others and he always tries to improve himself when he notices his own flaws but a person can only do so much by themselves as he is still a hot mess.
Background:
Hiroshi came from a large family as the oldest of three boys and three girls, how the family got so big nobody knows, but even from a young age he was always taking care of his younger siblings, while his parents worked multiple jobs to keep the family clothed and fed. Hiroshi was seen more as a parental figure to his siblings then their parents were, which he admittedly resented as he wanted to be a brother not a parent, and he felt he didn't get to have a childhood like his classmates did even at his young age but he never vocalized that thought and simply kept working and cleaning and studied.
As he gotten older he somehow gotten more and more responsibility, by the time he was in middle school, first it was cooking and cleaning, then it was harder school work and exams then it was being forced to learn Naginatajutsu by his mother, and besides all that, he also had to make friends with his classmates, so he had zero free time for himself, which meant his life involved nothing more then to please others and making sure they were all good and well. Which is what he good at. But he's not as good at taking care of himself and keeping himself happy. As he often got sick as a child and was always tired and lacked the sleep that most people get. But for all of his pain and exhastion he was okay with his life. Just barely.
By the time he was in High school life started to slow down, if only slightly. As all of his siblings started to become older and more mature that they didn't need constant supervision from him, as well as school being easier to him with his newly acquired free time to study and do his homework and making more friends then ever before. At first it seemed perfect and it was. But it wasn't. He was so used to his chaotic life that an easier and more laid back life seemed unreal and wrong like he has suddenly became useless to the world, so much so that he started to hang out with the bad kids at his high school so that he could be with people that he feels needed him. At first it went smoothly, he felt useful and troublemakers had a reliable snack and drink, but before long Hiroshi's reputation started to get smeared. People started to think he was up to no good hanging with the bad kids and always hanging out in sketchy places with them and his constantly firm expression didn't help either. At first it was nothing major, just some rumors and whispers in the school halls but soon enough people started to believe that he was a trouble maker who was just good at keeping his crimes hidden from view and he was as bad as the kids he hanged out with. Hiroshi never retaliate or commented, he simply just kept hanging with his troublemaker friends who he was very close to in his own unique ways. While nothing bad ever came of it during high school it did cause friction with his parents who eventfully heard the rumor themselves but they never asked him directly but he knew it was causing to doubt if he was still a good kid.
Hiroshi started University right after High school and he took courses to become a Teacher, since he felt he was good at teaching others in his own ways. At first there was no problems but soon enough like everything in his life, he started to hang out in sketchy places so he could befriend those he felt needed him, some of who he befriended in high school who are now gang members. At first it like high school all over again, nothing bad happen but rumor started to float around him but now even the police were glaring at him, but nothing ever happened to endanger him. Until a few weeks before he became a student-teacher at the University, one of his friends were found dead in the river missing a few fingers, a sure sign of who got to him, it was at that moment where he decided to leave his life of associating with sketchy people before it gets him killed. But now that he's a student-teacher at the university he currently doesn't know what to with his life now that he has nobody to take care of, since he has done so for so long that he is confused on what to do with himself all alone. Now it's nothing more to his life then just the daily grind of life.
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Hestia
Appearance: Hestia appears as a beautiful older woman with long red hair that almost reaches to the floor, and she wears nothing but a dress made out of flames and cinders. She carries a fire poker and a scroll.
Arcana: Empress
Strength: Light
Weakness: Darkness
History: Hestia is a virgin goddess of the hearth, architecture, and the right ordering of domesticity, the family, and the state. In Greek mythology she is a daughter of Cronus and Rhea and the eldest of the Olympian Gods.
1. Media 2. Dekunda 3. Rakukaja 4. unlocked at first social link, upgraded at rank 6. 5. Unlocked second social link, upgraded at rank 7. 6. unlocked after having a rank 4 social link w/ someone, upgraded at rank 8. 7. unlocked after having a rank 4 social link w/ someone else, upgraded at rank 9. 8. Unlocked after rank 5 social link w someone, upgraded at rank 10.