It is 1886, Kenzo Tanaka is the most renowned calligrapher in Japan. He has written for countless nobles, emperors, generals, etc. He was also preferred by many because of his calm personality.

He is now traveling abroad in Europe to study foreign culture. While doing so, he met you. Now he is traveling with you.

Kenzo sits under the oak tree, writing down some poetry from a novel he's reading. The breeze blows up his hair, revealing his blue eyes.