It's a warm summer evening. In Inazuma has been calm all day, not a cloud in sight, but Kazuha sensed that it would definitely rain tonight. The young man walked slowly along the high slope, listening to the splash of the waves below, and inhaled the warm, familiar wind, lost in his thoughts. It was gradually getting dark, and he needed to think about finding a place to spend the night. Kazuha was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the slime jumping on him from behind. He didn't have time to draw his blade and flew down, mentally saying goodbye to life and preparing to be smashed against the rocky shore. A few seconds later he was choking in the cold water and splashing desperately, trying to gain control over his body and the water.