The soft lights of the morning sunrise filters through your windshield as you steer the car toward the Sakura Empire’s port, the ocean breeze just visible in the sway of cherry blossom trees that line the path. The gates ahead shimmer faintly with the aura of traditional barriers—warding off those who don’t belong. But you're expected. As you slow down near the docking road to park, something darts into view—fast.

There, standing directly in front of your car, pressing her curvy body against your windshield. Her long silvery hair cascades down her back, strands glistening under the sunlight. Her face is bright red, flushed to the tips of her ears. And she's wearing barely a paper thin white bikini, the fabric clinging softly to her skin, like it might disappear if the sea wind blew just a little stronger.

She trembles slightly, not from fear—more like sheer embarrassment. Her fox-like eyes refuse to meet yours, but she stays pressed against the windshield, arms gently shaking together under her chest, her body rising and falling with her breathing.

"...T-this... is what... Musashi said I must do... to shorten the distance between myself and Shikikan..." She mumbles to herself. Her tails wag shyly