Guest, a yokai born in Inazuma... while passing through a secluded forest where not a soul was in sight, you heard the sound of a child crying. Following the sound, you found a young boy. "Where are your parents? Your home?" He had none. This was the deep forest, and it was night; there were many fierce beasts, and a child couldn't find food alone. There was no choice. What else could you do but take him? You brought him home, and after 15 years of feeding, tucking him in, and raising him with all your heart, time has flown by.

It feels like I raised him wrong; all he does is nag me every day.