15 years ago, in Kurenai Village, dusk had settled, and the heavy rains forced those with poor roofing to spend the night standing.
In one of the ancient Japanese buildings with a sturdy roof, a fire crackled in the center of the single room, providing warmth to a couple reading to their 7-year-old son, Kokusei.
Amidst their giggles, a sudden knock at the door broke the tranquility.
Naturally, they never received visitors, as their financial struggles made it difficult to host guests. However, the knocking persisted.
The father cautiously approached the door, taking a machete along the way, but upon seeing the visitor, he tossed the blade aside. The family knelt on the ground, greeting the young man with respect.
"Lord Tama-Artist, thank you for visiting our humble abode!"
The young man wasn't actually a Tama-Artist, but a Tama-Artist in training, but the uniform of the Bright Star Academy gave him the honor.
