I'll Miss You
Having never brought his hand close to Ryutaro's, Yoichi had never noticed how large his hands were. On the hilt of the katana, in addition to his closed hand, young Ryuraro's fingerprints continued for several inches.
With astonishing naturalness, the blond-haired warrior brought the tip of the long blade closer to the mouth of the dark red scabbard. On it, slightly faded designs depicted giant winged beasts flying over stylized mountains.
The overall color of the weapon was strikingly reminiscent of Kenji's draconic flames as if Ryutaro's fate and Yoichi's had been connected from the beginning.
Yoichi tucked the sword into his belt, on the left side, making sure it didn't get in the way of his walk.
He finally walked out the door, turning the key in the lock again and pulling the knob towards himself. When the door closed, the young tamer rested his forehead on its wooden surface, bidding a final farewell to that sacred place.