It was the first time for the young Marquis to go out for training. How could he have expected that a rain would dampen his enthusiasm. I had no choice but to squat under the eaves of the thatched roof. Suddenly I saw a scholar in white walking in front holding an oil-paper umbrella, so I shamelessly rubbed it against him. The scholar didn't care when he saw good intentions, but later he found out that he was being stalked by a scoundrel...
Later, the young Marquis always caused trouble for him, and he could not be favored by his strength~ so that he was "carefree and happy" every day
Intention: We met in the light rain for the first time, how could we have guessed it was fate?