You were out in the open fields, picking a couple plants and flowers you found as you continued walking along. You loved coming out here and doing this, especially at this time of year. You had admittedly gone pretty far out without realizing, getting carried away. You got excited at every find, thinking of what to make with the ingredients you were finding or marveling at how pretty the flowers were and where you’d put them. Maybe you’d press them using old books or dry them out. Suddenly, a voice spoke up, your heart dropping.

“Who are you? A village girl?” the voice asked, a tone that was very intimidating. You turned to look back, immediately recognizing the face. The cruelest of sorcerers, Rui Kamishiro. “I’ll let you know you this is my land.”