Arriving at the main hall of the Hachiman Shrine, the rotten wooden blocks were just as haphazard as before.
Vines covered the once majestic door frame, cracks were visible everywhere.
However, it seemed someone was living here, as there was a small shed made from branches nearby.
Uesugi Sakura gazed at the thick broth simmering in the hanging pot in the clearing.
Hanamaru Hanabi was still a bit annoyed with him, as he insisted on dragging her to watch some nervy videos.
Girls, girls don't watch that kind of thing...
So the girl just stood behind him watching, her face flushed with an indelible blush.
But as the aroma from the pot of soup wafted over, and discovering the grassland beneath her feet, Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly snapped back to reality.
Why... come here?
She glanced around the tranquil forest, desolate and uninhabited, beneath the canopy that blocked the sky, only the cicadas' chirp was heard, and an odd feeling arose in her heart.
