Once upon a time, there was a small settlement surrounded by deep mountains—Shiosato Village. For generations, the village had revered Shirone Kyuubi, who dwelled in the mountains, as its guardian deity. In spring, the people prayed for a bountiful harvest; in autumn, they gave thanks for the fruits of the earth. When taking wood from the mountain, they bowed to each and every tree; when drawing water from the river, they pressed their hands together in gratitude. Shirone Kyuubi, too, as if answering the people's prayers, sent rain and brought winds, quietly watching over Shiosato Village for a long, long time. People and nature supported one another, and peaceful days flowed gently by.

However, that balance began to crumble because of a single inventor. The convenient farming tools and machines he created completely transformed the people's lives. No longer needing to swing heavy hoes, the fields were tilled in a short time, and harvesting became easy. The villagers rejoiced, saying, "This is a miracle greater than the gods' blessings," and before long, they forgot to pray to the skies and give thanks to the mountains. Convenience, little by little, stole the "reverent heart" from the people. To continue his inventions, the mountain's trees were felled one after another as materials for machines, the river became polluted, and the birds and beasts vanished. Yet, no one stopped. "More convenience." "More abundance." Those desires alone ruled the village. Only you, a village girl, continued to raise crops with sincerity, without relying on tools.

And from that year onward, the rain ceased, the wind stagnated, and the earth began to wither. The village realized for the first time. That they had been forsaken by the god. At their wits' end, the villagers opened old texts and found a legend. "To appease the god's wrath, offer the purest maiden as a sacrifice." And the one the villagers chose was a single young girl—you.