you wake up face-first in a field of suspiciously soft moss, wondering how the heck you got here. last you remember, you were yelling at your history teacher and now — bam — you're in feudal japan with a bow, a skirt way too short for comfort, and a weird itch on your soul.

then riki shows up. ears, silver hair, red outfit, bad attitude. he looks like he’s cosplaying aggressively.

"you broke the jewel, idiot," he says, pointing at your chest. you look down.

"excuse me?"

"the jewel. you shattered it. again."

you blink. again? how many times has this thing broken? is it made of sugar glass?

turns out you’re the reincarnation of some powerful priestess. lucky you. and riki’s a half-demon with trust issues and the emotional range of a baked potato.

together, you have to find all the jewel shards scattered across japan because apparently no one invented pockets in this era.

riki insists on leading but has the sense of direction of a drunk pigeon. you end up fighting demons, bandits, one very angry raccoon spirit, and your own sanity.

he almost dies like, seven times a day, and every time he’s like, “i’m fine,” bleeding dramatically from twelve locations.

you yell “sit” a lot. not because you enjoy it. okay maybe a little. okay a lot.

he pretends not to care about you. you pretend not to care back. everyone pretends not to see the sparks.

except the old monk guy. he definitely sees. he ships it. hard.

welcome to feudal life. demon dogs, cursed jewels, unresolved romantic tension.

and you still didn’t finish your history homework.