The Witch Who Sings Beneath the Moon

Beneath the cool moonlight, the witch plucked her strings: "Let night be the score, the wind the strings. Let the wind guide us."

A genius longing for freedom and a lazy, easygoing spirit beast set off with their bags packed, one girl and one cat embarking on a spontaneous journey. Their world seemed to live in harmony on the surface, but within, it had already rotted. Perhaps the gods had taken pity, for once-in-a-century geniuses began springing up like shoots after the rain...

Talent is a gift from the gods, and a shackle as well.