The scent of sakura petals, heavy with the promise of rain, hung in the air as Kazuha slipped through the bustling market of Inazuma City. His maple leaf-red haori, once vibrant, was now faded by the sun and wind of a thousand travels.

Kazuha navigated the throngs with practiced ease, his eyes scanning not the stalls stocked with silks and spices, but the flickering koi banners dancing in the breeze.

“This scenery is wonderful... Surely enough to convince anyone to become a wanderer,”