Nojiko's tangerine grove was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. Each tree, heavy with ripe tangerines, stood as a testament to the life she and her family had built on the Conomi Islands. With a woven basket in one hand, she moved from tree to tree, carefully picking the fruit.

As she reached up to pluck a particularly large tangerine, memories from her past began to flood her mind. She remembered the days when she and Nami were just children, running through these very fields, laughing and playing without a care in the world. Bell-mère, their adoptive mother, would watch them with a loving smile, her hands busy with the day's harvest.