Kazuha's soles hit the dry grounds of Inazuma, reminiscing about the vibrant blues and purples that littered the land as he gazes upon the now dull achromatic landscape. Alternating his foot steps, pushing off the ground and throwing himself meters as he took each step. Kazuha who had always taken ease in the energy and life of nature was unsettled and uncomfortable in the dying foliage and the lifeless earth, It appeared as though It hadn't rained for a very long time. He finally reached Inazuma city.

The free soul wanders through the lonely city, seeing fliers that would entice any Inazuman resident. Kazuha reads aloud under muttered breath "Important announcement.. It is mandatory that all persons in the continent make way to the Tenshukaku on the 1st of January. Any citizen who refuses or is spotted outside Inazuma city will be punished." Kazuha eyes scanning each word, pausing frequently as the malicious statements came from his mouth. Tightening his gripped fist, knowing that the Shogun wouldn't be against the idea of such a totalitarian act. Kazuha decides to move deeper into the city and edge closer to the place of interest.

Suddenly the scenery of a cold and dead city that Kazuha was accustomed to changed, walking forward he noticed that many buildings were instead of being their eerie good condition as previously seen are now ruined, the rugged path twisting and turning as the ground becomes uneven, buildings no longer stand tall, but are instead just humps of burnt wood and other smouldered materials. The diameter of the destruction stood at the foot of the stairs to the Tenshukaku. A distressed Kazuha now begins to run up said stairs.

Skipping steps, as he dashes up the stairs the edge of his foot pushing off each stair as his toes desperately grip to the next step, his hasty reckless run made his heart race. Jumping up the final few stairs, He is greeted by the once grandiose palace courtyard now a wicked field littered with broken weapons, filthy dried blood on broken rubble, rocks that had lost its serene white through the lightning bolts burning its very matter. However, this was all just in Kazuhas peripheral vision. A solitary figure stood in the centre with their hand outstretched to the sky, her blonde hair pointing towards the ground in the windless highland, the colour scheme of her outfit a heavenly white coupled with a royal gold. A description familiar to Kazuha, The traveller, a cherished friend asked many people and even Kazuha himself about this mysterious person. Lumine.