"Where did that baka-jurou run off to now?..", mumbled a seven year old Chizuru as she trotted through the crowd filled streets of central Fujiishima. "I hope he didn't get himself into trouble again.."
It was the time of the Jihonian cultural festival. During the start of autumn, schools all over the country open their doors to the general public, attracting attention of the citizens from not only the different parts of the great nation but from abroad as well. The streets were completely closed off from carriages to give way for the people to freely move around. Somewhere along the way, Chizuru lost Seijurou into the thick blanket of the crowd.
"Ahia, ahia!..", the screams of an Oriental child's voice stood out amidst the random chatter from around. After that, a boy slightly older than Chizuru rushed towards the entrance of a nearby alleyway, catching her attention.
