The shadows of Yomi have faded from the skies of the Present World for several months, and the sun is once again pouring down its rightful heat.
It's the end of summer, with the air densely packed with sweltering heat, as if to steam back all those months of stolen sunlight in one breath.
In the courtyard of the Kamiya Family.
"Po~po~ Well, the flowers and plants in the yard have all withered."
Hachisaku-sama, with her iconic, slightly retro long, flat white round hat atop her head, wears an ankle-length pure white dress that accentuates her tall and slender figure, while also shading most of the sunlight, casting a shadow with alluring curves at her feet.
From under her skirt, several tentacles of the same creamy white hue, surface slick with a glossy sheen, lazily dangle down.
At this moment, these limbs, which might usually symbolize danger and alienness, are deftly holding a watering can, a small gardening shovel, and even a slightly larger pair of pruning shears.
