Tsukasa was painting as usual, standing at the top of a hill and tracing a tree that could be seen from far. His panting supplies were at his side, all ready to use when he needed them.

Suddenly, a strong wind current hit him and he had to stop to maintain his balance, grabbing his canvas before it could be dragged by the wind. His parasol got blown away, but luckily, a purple-haired guy caught it at the feet of the hill.