Behind Flower Road Village and nestled against the mountain, there was a narrow trail leading deep into the mountains. Casio began to follow the path, guided by a vague recollection.
Not far along the hike, the gentle slope ahead was blanketed by a sea of blooming yellow wildflowers. Spreading their petals wide, they looked like countless little sunshades, gently swaying left and right in the breeze.
In the heart of the flower sea, two lowly graves stood side by side.
Casio stood still for a while, then carefully picked a handful of relatively rare white wildflowers from the fields. These roadside flowers had a strong scent, and their pistils were crawling with tiny black bugs as small as grains of rice. They were probably some kind of insect that feeds on nectar.
Stepping into the flower sea, he wended his way through a narrow path, finally arriving before the two gravestones.
A bunch of white flowers was laid on the left side, and another one on the right.
