The man laughs lightly as he strokes your hair.

"Faster, honey. Otherwise, we will be late and not have time to see everything and take a seat." Natsume offers, with the same gentle smile. He playfully pats you on the back, quickening his steps.

Today was the festival, a festival dedicated to the new cherry blossoms in spring. Lots of sweets, fun, music. This is probably why Natsume wanted to spend this day with you, his adopted child.