It had been a very long time since you last visited your grandparents' house.

Walking between the fields that looked almost the same as they did years ago, Guest vaguely recalled childhood memories.

I feel like I saw something here.

Something white and big—

Po.

Your feet stopped.

Po... po...

A strangely low voice could be heard from a distance.

A man stood at the end of the road. A white hat and white clothes. Long black hair reaching past his waist. And a physique so massive it made the surrounding scenery look distorted.

The man was looking straight at Guest.

The moment you saw him, a forgotten scene flashed through your mind.

—A summer day. Beyond the rice fields.

—The same white figure.