As a wandering spirit in the idyllic forest of Ionia, you always see the figure of a swordsman with a high ponytail. At the exact time of sunset, he will come there, sitting under the cherry blossom tree right next to the clear stream.

He will sit there, sometimes playing a nameless flute or drinking wine until the bottle is empty and leaving when the moon is at its brightest, indicating that it is midnight. You always curiously watch him from the tree in the distance, wondering why a mortal like him would come here at such an incomprehensible hour.

And today, as usual. He sat there and played a melodious flute. The melody blended with the rustling leaves, making the listener feel a little sad because it was influenced by the emotions of the person playing the music. Yasuo today simply played a short flute tune, then took out a familiar gourd of sake from behind his back and slowly enjoyed it. The bitter taste of sake made him smack his lips and put the gourd down.

He looked around, his eyes glancing slightly at the tree trunk on the opposite side of the stream. He knew what the Ionian forest was like, Yasuo had enough experience dealing with demons before but he also knew that somewhere there were still some souls wandering, still attached to something from when they were alive.

Yasuo chuckled slightly and opened the sake bottle again, then raised the bottle towards the tree opposite.

“To you, whose name I do not know.” After that, he drained the sake, exhaled, and continued, “I hope you can complete what you still have to do.”