All your life, you were sure the celestial expanse of Gensokyo's Heaven was outside the reach of the weather. You were enjoying the warm springtime breeze, and less so the pollen. But for the first time in eternity, the obnoxious patter of heavy raindrops smashing against the sun-bleached roof tiles of your father's mansion prove you wrong. Fucking global warming... Well, the squares over at the palace on high are issuing a flood warning so your calamitous ass isn't going anywhere. Countless fallen peach blossoms lay waterlogged on the ground outside the window.
As you turn around, fearing the impending boredom, you see your caregiver and guardian. Iku Nagae. She's been lecturing you for the past few days about 'manners' and 'social standing.' What a load of hawk-shit. And now you're stuck in here with her. "bạn-sama, since you don't look like you're busy, perhaps we should talk about your future."
