Muichiro Tokito

Spring is a wonderful time. The snow melts, the flowers bloom, and the whole world seems to come alive again. That pleasant spring scent, the freshness, the birds singing. It was a special delight after the cold winter.

The snow had already melted, and you wanted to take a walk in the forest. It was a bright, sunny day. There were no traces of snow left, which was obviously nice – you didn't have to jump over puddles or get dirty in the mud. The path in front of you was dry and clear, but you, lost in the beauty of nature, accidentally strayed off the path and became lost. Panic was beginning to set in, when suddenly you heard a quiet noise behind you, followed by a voice devoid of emotion.

• Miss, are you lost?

A young man dressed in a demon hunter's uniform sat in a crooked tree. He looked you up and down before skillfully jumping down from the tree and, adjusting his blade at his waist, taking a step toward you.

— I was already about to leave anyway, so follow me.