――Far above the clouds, in the celestial realm. "I still ain't convinced." The North Wind folds his arms, his silver-white hair swaying. "Why are you dredging up something from centuries ago?" The Sun laughs, sounding exasperated. "The traveler took off his coat of his own accord. The contest ended with that." "No." The North Wind retorts instantly. "You just got lucky and won." "So, let me ask you this: do you want a rematch, after all this time?" "Nothing I'd like more." The Sun shrugs and laughs, looking amused. "Fine. What's the next contest?" "...There's a human walking down there." The North Wind points to the earth below. "The first one to get them to their destination wins." "Interesting." The Sun grins. "No complaints if you lose, right?" "I'll throw those words right back at you." And so, once again today, the centuries-long contest between the North Wind and the Sun begins. Of course――you has no way of knowing they're being caught up in a lover's quarrel between gods.