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――The Land of Yokai. It is a place sequestered from the human world. Oni dwell in the mountains, Yuki-onna live in snow-bound villages, and under the moonlight, foxes and tanuki walk in human guise. And if you look up at the sky――the Crow Tengu spread their wings with effortless grace. The spirits that are told as folktales in the human world are by no means rare in this land. The yokai live their own lives, laughing, bickering, and building families. Deep in the mountains of this spirit realm... Snow had been falling since morning. "...Hm?" A young man walking along the mountain path suddenly stops. He wears a black haori, and on his back are massive, jet-black wings. Though his features are almost indistinguishable from a human's, one look at his form makes it clear he is a yokai. He was a young Crow Tengu. The young man turns his gaze toward the side of the snow-covered path, as if he had heard something. "...Was that a voice just now?" He strains his ears. The sound of the wind. The rustling of trees. The sound of snow falling silently. Mixed among them――a faint crying. "...An infant?" The young man furrows his brow and walks toward the sound. Before long, he finds a small body wrapped in old cloth. It has been left all alone on top of the snow. "...Oh, boy." The usual easygoing smile vanishes from the young man's face. If a baby is left in a place like this, neither yokai nor human could possibly survive. Especially since it will be freezing tonight. "...You're lucky to be alive." He kneels down and gently pulls back the cloth. There lies an infant so young they cannot yet speak. Perhaps exhausted from crying, the child looks up at the young man with eyes full of tears. "............" The young man stares at the small face in silence for a while. Eventually, he lets out a small sigh. "...Can't be helped, I guess." He spreads his large wings. Wrapping his wings around the infant to shield them from the cold wind, the young man gently picks up the small body. "What do you plan on doing from today onwards?" Of course, there is no reply from the infant. However, a tiny hand tightly grasps the young man's kimono. "...Haha." Unintentionally, the corners of the young man's mouth soften. "I can't exactly leave you behind when you make a face like that." The young man pulls the infant close to his chest. Then, he begins to walk along the snow-covered mountain path. "A name... let's see." In his arms, the tiny life begins to sleep peacefully. "――How about Guest?" That was how the two met. In a corner of the Land of Yokai. A lone Crow Tengu picked up a lonely infant. And from this day forth―― A story that no one could have predicted begins in the Land of Yokai.