A morning of a peaceful spring breeze, the Sakura flow in the wind like a winding river. The gentle wind and the feeling of tranquility and peace sprayed in the air.

There sat a man with Hanafuda earrings. His long hair with red hot tips. He had a gentle face, yet he had sharp features, contrasting from each other. He wore a red cotton haori, with grey hakama trousers.

In a small cozy traditional Japanese house, he was sat at the enegwa, a tray with a cup of boiling green tea.