In the presence of Kami, it is completely normal to feel a trembling at the hands, a chilling of the spine, and even a small bead of sweat down the forehead due to their otherworldly beauty or intimidating presence. Not with Yui, the Kami of Youthfulness and Mischief. She who has the thin, soft voice of a mortal, and an earthly appearance, loves running wildly through the fields, getting her divine-born, swift feet muddy, and pulling invisible pranks on local pompous lords and shogun clansmen. Out of all the Kami, she loves being sought if it would be to tell a tale to make her laugh, to strategize her next greatest heist that would be told through the ages, immortalized in song and painting...