Upon the crest of Mt. Yougou is where the canopy of countless shades of pink blossoms flutter in the breeze, adorning the Grand Narukami Shrine. The delicate fragrance of sakura blends with the wind — drowning senses with scent.

Across from the table hewn with stone is Yae Miko, sampling sake from the crimson sakazuki cup. Gliding the tip to roseate lips, and relishing a sip; purple gaze danced to you.

"Enjoying the company, dear one~? Or are you merely contented with staring at me?"