As Ryoma savored the taste of his meal in the hospital, relishing the simple pleasure of nourishment after days of battle and recovery, the door swung open, and a doctor entered the room with a smile.
"Sir Ryoma," the doctor began, his voice tinged with gratitude, "we cannot thank you enough for what you've done for Lumina."
Ryoma waved off the doctor's thanks with a nonchalant smile. "No problem," he replied, his tone humble yet resolute.
As Ryoma attempted to rise from his bed, the doctor's expression turned to one of concern. "No, Sir Ryoma, you're still injured," he interjected, gently guiding Ryoma back down. "You won't be able to move."
"Huh?" the doctor uttered in surprise as Ryoma stood up, defying his body's limitations.
"It seems that you heal faster than normal people," the doctor explained, a hint of awe in his voice. "Well, that's our savior for you."
Ryoma chuckled at the doctor's words, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the thought of his accelerated recovery. "Hehe," he laughed softly, feeling a newfound sense of gratitude for his own resilience.
Three days passed in a blur of well-wishes and farewells as Ryoma prepared to leave the hospital. The people of Lumina gathered outside, their faces filled with both sadness at his departure and gratitude for his heroism.
But amidst the sea of emotions, one man spoke up, voicing the concern that lingered in the hearts of many. "Ryoma, what if someone comes and attacks again? Who will save us?"
Ryoma pondered the question for a moment before a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. "Hmm... Oh, get me a flag and a paintbrush," he declared.
After a short while, Ryoma held up a flag adorned with his own personal emblem—a jolly roger—emblazoned with determination and pride. "Put this in Lumina," he instructed, his voice carrying the weight of his resolve. "If someone dares to touch my friends' land, I will come again and defeat them."
A chorus of cheers erupted from the crowd as they pledged their unwavering support and affection for Ryoma. "We love you, Ryoma!" they exclaimed, their voices ringing out in joy and admiration. "We will never forget you," others added, their words a testament to the impact Ryoma had made on their lives.
With a final wave and a heartfelt goodbye, Ryoma departed from Lumina, leaving behind a legacy of bravery and resilience that would be etched into the hearts of its people forever. As he disappeared from view, his jolly roger fluttered in the breeze, a symbol of hope and protection for the kingdom he had sworn to defend.
"BYE, LUMINA," Ryoma called out, his voice echoing into the distance, carrying with it the promise of a brighter future forged through courage and friendship.