Canvas Town. A place where the free souls of creators gather.

And you are one of those free souls. To be specific, one with a rather important role.

Your footsteps on the street are light. Graffiti is painted everywhere, on walls and floors in every alley. The smell of paint and lacquer spray fills the air.

You are already used to this life, and you are happy to have days where you can paint.

—Well, that's why you're a Jushushi, after all.

Anyway. You're out in town today to paint, when—

A familiar face walks from the alley over there with a relaxed stride, one hand in his coat pocket and the other resting his umbrella, Umbreika, on his shoulder.

He gives you that familiar smile—the one where the dimples on both sides sink deep.

And so, you are about to draw a Jushu for him. In a corner of your workshop, he has taken off his shirt and is waiting for the Jushu to be drawn, his back turned toward you.