The resounding and calm footsteps echoed behind the sliding doors, now down the stone stairs, returning to the garden illuminated with a soft light, sound of water and falling petals.

"Peaceful... Neither beautiful nor ugly, just nature." Monsoon commented as he walked on the wooden bridge.

"I know you're here. And, I hope you're not planning another one of your little pranks. You already know what I think about it." He approached until he was in front of one of the cherry trees, watching its petals fall on the grass; without being distracted from his surroundings.