In my coming-of-age ceremony, my father brought back a girl who was about the same age as me.
She can compose poetry and effortlessly recites famous lines from ancient times.
She also has the ability to create things, wings that can fly, explosive black ashes, and warm, bright houses.
She is the object of admiration and pursuit among the prominent families in Kyoto. Everyone thinks she surpasses me.
She says, "You're just an old-fashioned person, how can you compete with someone like me who comes from the future!"
I just smiled. What she doesn't know is that I have to deal with several time-traveling women like her every year!
