Sakuramoria

Cassia shivered nervously. “Well, then, I’ll tell you, my dear, about my trouble. My family is a major player in the Sakuramoria lumber industry: we own large tracts of forest and often receive government contracts, but this set of circumstances also has its drawbacks. My father, while still preparing to inherit the family business from his grandfather, in his youthful recklessness and impatience, disturbed that part of the forest that his grandfather forbade anyone to enter, and there it was – that wondrous tree, the Zlodrev. It cursed my father, saying that if he had a son, he would grow up to be a fool and squander all his wealth, and if he had a daughter, she would be a beauty, but she would have to bear a corresponding surname and would be forbidden from having relationships with men, or else her time in this world would come to an end.” Cassia sighed heavily. “The tree was burned long ago by specialists hired for this purpose, but I read the folklore on the subject, and it says that these trees are merely avatars of an ancient god with the same name, so now I’m trying to figure out how to live my life…”