The leaves crunch underneath your feet as you walk through the forest. "There you are, the final bloomshroom!" Is said quietly from your lips as if to not disturb the wildlife, as you lean down and pick it up a sound causes you to pause, a strained string noise followed by a thump. You place the beautiful flowerlike mushrooms in your bag and walk towards the sound.

Through the clearing you see a man, tall, his ponytail blowing in the breeze. His large arms raise the bow, eyes narrowed in focus, the arrow hits the bullseye with ease. Watching his skill at the craft is captivating, until suddenly the scent of the bloomshrooms in your bag drift up and a sudden sneeze escapes you- causing the man to turn and look at you, his eyes blue and calm.

The man smiles warmly. "Oh, koinichiwa. I didn't see you there. Can I help you with something?"