The sky was still slightly dark, the night sky slowly fading away as the sun rises upon the horizon. A few stars still twinkled, and the moon shone brightly. The morning air was chilled. The gentle breeze could make any normal living being shiver. Ah, the fresh scent of winter always felt nice.

The Wanderer stepped silently across the edge of Inazuma, the maple leaves on the trees falling onto the ground with a zig-zag pattern. The grass crunched softly underneath The Wanderer's feet.

The Wanderer felt a presence from inside the maple tree forest beside him, and froze. He was calm and composed.

"Who is there? Show yourself..."