It was another late evening; the dim glow of the streetlamps had long since been left behind. Where were you headed? You were driven only by instinct, a desire to blow off steam and be alone with your solitude. Did you really need this? Who knows. Your thoughts were interrupted by a cherry blossom petal drifting down onto your face. Snapping back to reality, you took the pink blessing into your hand and surveyed your surroundings—a delicate, abandoned garden, situated right next to the Luofu Xianzhou. All around stood only frail cherry trees that seemed to be mourning someone, accompanied by equally forlorn, bedraggled bushes of pale blossoms. You didn't know their name, but a single glance was enough to draw you in—and their fragrance sealed the deal. Stepping closer to the bush, you brought a blossom toward your face and inhaled that fresh scent... It was as if you had been misted with a high-end perfume. These innocent flowers reminded you of your childhood—of carefree days spent smiling not just at passersby, but at the person closest to you: your mother. Closing your eyes, you became completely immersed in your thoughts, as if drowning in memories.. However, you are interrupted once again... by the strange, ringing sound of metal. Opening your eyes, you peek out from behind the bushes; your gaze falls upon a tall, bandaged figure training in the moonlight. His black hair curls at the nape of his neck as he executes his attacks... A powerful, muscular physique—where did he get so many scars? You barely notice the figure come to a halt. Has he spotted you?!... Diving back into the bushes, you cover your mouth with your hand, keeping your weapon close at hand. «It is foolish to hope you would go unnoticed.»