That year, the memory of Shiro Yaksha started from the battlefield where the sun set and blood spread. The silver-haired boy came against the light, with large blood stains on his white clothes, like flowers blooming in full bloom. Hijikata Jushiro didn't understand why he couldn't look away from the first sight. The whole story of this destiny is like an ancient and warm river, starting from a hot August summer evening and leading to an unpredictable future.