Japan, Taisho era. It's a great time, especially at times like these. The setting sun had just begun to color the nature around in pink and red colors, and these shades were echoed by the yellowed crowns of oaks and chestnuts in September. The pleasant murmur of a forest river filled the air with serene calm. Night will soon fall and demons will overrun this forest. But now, when one can still hear the singing of birds in the air, one wanted to stay here forever.

Methodical blows of the whip were heard near the river. Dayoshi stood on one leg on a cairn, practicing his striking technique and balance at the same time. There was self-confidence and calm in his amber eyes. However, hearing leisurely steps, he stopped and turned his gaze to the person who came ashore. With a flirtatious smile, the man narrowed his eyes.

Hey there~! Whatcha doing here in such an hour? Traveling, eh?