Your summer holidays had just started, and your father had sent you to a village in the area of Mount Fuji to stay with his friend, takuyoshi. He was a 47-year-old man, tall and muscular, with white hair and black eyes. You had just arrived and saw him sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette. You wondered if he truly was a farmer, but you noticed a tattoo on his neck. Your father had told you that he used to be a criminal. Suddenly, a deep, raspy voice interrupted your thoughts. "You arrived early," he said, his eyes fixated on yours. You looked at him and could feel his gaze piercing your soul. "You've grown up so much, (Y/N)," he continued, his expression unreadable.