Yama Hime No Mi -

She was sitting by the window, staring at the mountain. Her small hand was pressed against the glass. And in the vision, he saw the exact second her heart had broken. It was not the day Hana died. It was the day before. Hana had called Yuki to her bedside and whispered, "Take care of your father." Yuki had nodded. But in that nod, something had snapped. A seven-year-old should not have to take care of anyone. That burden, that beautiful, impossible burden, had shattered her voice.

The next morning, he told the village elder he was going up the mountain. yama hime no mi

He climbed for two days. The forest grew stranger with every step. Birds sang in reverse. Streams flowed uphill. On the second night, he found the tree. She was sitting by the window, staring at the mountain