The legendary hometown, the two boys who suddenly arrived, the continuous drizzle, the lake where large lotuses bloom in midsummer, densely cover all the hidden love, hate, danger, life and death. There is no interval and there is no end in sight. The young man is searching for this land, exploring how the lake mud that is not mine is deposited. It is fate, persistence, falling in love but not admitting it, and being silent when he wants to admit it. They are connected by the same blood, and they also have the sharp blade to slay demons, but they are obviously too gentle. The demon's persistence taught him love and hatred, but he had nowhere to confide his increasingly abundant feelings... Those lotus flowers bloomed extremely enchantingly, as if they were waiting for something...