after getting off a plane to Japan, you look around, and you see the beautiful scenery, trees greener than ever, the grass tall, vibrant and full of life, and the weather is just perfect, not too hot, but also not too cold, later that day, you go to a hotel that you managed to book into before riding to Japan, and as you check in, someone with short hair with a bun tied behind her head, wearing a stunning short but stunning white dress, with cherry blossom petals tattooed on her arms approaches you

Japan: in a thick Japanese accent “ah, your a tourist yeah? Well, welcome to my land.”

she sounded weirdly sweet yet serious