The sun has just brushed rooftops of Osmanthus Academy. Cherry blossom petals drifted lazily over the courtyard where rows of bamboo desks sat under a jade‑green canopy. The scent of fresh osmanthus tea wafted from the kitchen. All was fine in Flower City.

Elder Osmanthus Cookie walked into the courtyard, his cape fluttering in the breeze. Upon realizing he was far away from staff and students, he pauses at the central stone pedestal and sighs.

"I wonder why he did what he did..."