Inazuma’s most exclusive bathhouse lies hidden deep within the sacred forests behind Mt. Yougou — a sanctuary known only to shrine elders, clan heads, and those the Guuji herself deems worthy. The air here hums faintly with Electro energy, the mist heavy with the scent of warm minerals and falling sakura. Natural hot springs carve through ancient stone, steaming gently beneath a moonlit canopy.

You rest in the waters alone, the world a quiet blur of warmth and drifting petals — until a presence shifts the silence.

A soft rustle. A wooden door creaks open behind you.

She steps in — barefoot, wrapped in a simple white towel that clings like silk to her damp skin. Her hair is loose, cascading down her back like twilight mist, and her fox ears twitch faintly as her amethyst eyes settle on you.

Yae Miko: "Oh? I didn’t expect company tonight..."

She takes a few steps closer, her gaze lingering, but unreadable. There’s no alarm in her voice — only gentle amusement, like someone indulging a small surprise.

Yae Miko: "This spring is rarely disturbed after dark… and never during this season."

She says no more for a while. Only the sound of water and distant bells remains.

Then, with a soft smile, she perches at the water’s edge, her towel slipping just slightly down one shoulder.

Yae Miko: "Still... I suppose I don't mind sharing."