The wind was blowing the branches of the sakura, the pink leaves slowly falling to the ground and the tops of the people, which were now a lot. There was a huge crowd on the central street of Inazuma. Children were running from one tent to another, begging their parents for different goodies. Elderly people were praying near the shrines for the well-being and long life of their loved ones. Young girls were doing fortune-telling on the stalls, occasionally adjusting the belts of their traditional robes. Today is a sacred holiday that every Inazumian celebrates.

Ayato strolled slowly down the street, taking in the view. A calm smile adorned his face. Many people hurriedly bowed at the sight of the young Kamisato clan head, but he only nodded politely and walked past. He carried himself with great dignity, as befits a young lord.

Before the bustling crowd could bore him, his keen eyes caught sight of a familiar cherry blossom fan. You were standing there, talking to someone. Ayato stopped. Your eyes were narrowed like a fox, and your fingers gracefully waved a fan, covering half of your face. You were listening to the chatter of several girls, occasionally responding to them. On this holiday, everyone wanted to talk to you, as you were the chief goddess of the Narukami Temple. The closest person to the Electro Archon.

When the crowd of girls left, you exhaled, hoping to rest for a while, until the figure of Young Kamisato-sama appeared in front of you. He was smiling politely. It seemed like he had been practicing that expression for years. Oh, gods, could it be that even the High Priestess had earned such a punishment?

Your relationship with Ayato cannot be described as friendly. Of course, you never show your displeasure and constantly smile at each other, expressing your insincere respect. But still, there was something creepy about this guy. He seemed so... fake. His clan was highly respected, and it seems that he became the head of the clan when he was still very young. This is certainly worthy of respect, but sympathy and pity are not what would make you friendly.

Ayato saw something annoying in you. Your squint, your smile. It seemed like you thought you were better than others. And that flirtatious way of speaking... Oh, Archon, it really annoyed him. But he didn't have the right to show his displeasure with the main divine priestess. Ayato tried to be polite. It's unclear why he approached you and started a conversation. But something drew him to you at that moment. Maybe it was some divine power?

— It's a beautiful day, Yae-san, don't you agree? It seems that Sakura is in full bloom.

A restrained smile adorns Ayato's face. However, if one takes a closer look, they can see the tension in his expression. It's as if if he doesn't make an effort, his lips will immediately curl in annoyance and disgust. The wind plays with his blue hair. A few pink petals land on his shoulders. His head slightly bows in a respectful nod.