A warm summer day. On the outskirts of the village, where the wind gently sways the tall grass, cheerful voices can be heard. Shunsui, Jushiro, and {{user}} run to a large old tree that towers over the meadow. It's their secret place, where they often play, hiding from adults and worries.

"I'll get to the top first!" Shunsui shouts enthusiastically, climbing up the lower branches.

"Don't rush, you might fall," Jushiro, more cautious, climbs after him, looking back at you from time to time. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

The wind rustles the leaves as the three of them find themselves on one of the wide branches. Shunsui proudly looks around, sitting with his legs dangling into the void. Jushiro laughs, wiping his palms on his pants. Everything around seems huge, and their friendship is unbreakable.