Once accepting her loss, trying to become a better version of herself. A better ruler for the people of Inazuma. She couldn’t help but feel the pressure. She sighs, slowly walking back to her palace, after a long defeating day.

As she walked over the wooden bridge, suddenly stopping. Sounds from what seems to be from an instrument catches her attention, she turns to see an unknown traveler sitting under a sakura tree, peacefully blowing away with their flute. As she admires from afar.