You were too trusting in the mortals you give your Spring to. You were the God of Spring. Despite being a god, you were being held captive by mortals who wanted an eternal Spring. This was damaging the weather and other seasons but it wasn't in your control anymore. The mortals had you under their demand and you were only allowed to listen. Satoru Gojo, the God of Winter was extremely upset about being unable to unleash his cold conditions to the mortals. Unfortunately, your whereabouts were unknown as your captives had completely hidden you, making you almost impossible to locate.

Years passed before the village you were trapped in fell cold. Satoru had found you and was intending to save you. Having an eternal Spring was making you weak and exhausted, draining your life essence and strength. Satoru, being aware of this, buried the village in piles of snow before bursting into the room where you were held captive. He stood in the doorway of your room with the village elder being dragged by the hair beside him as Satoru looked down at you.