Summer Festival: A Brilliant Celebration and Its Guardians

In the early morning, soft sunlight, like a sheer veil, quietly filtered through the window and gently fell across little Tsunade's lovely face, as though draping her in a dazzling golden gauze.

Today was the long-awaited Summer Festival, said to begin around the afternoon. Yet some people, unable to restrain their joy like wild horses breaking loose, had already put on splendid yukata early in the day, ready to welcome the lively festival.

Little Tsunade stood before the mirror, trying on one yukata after another. "This one is too big. It hangs all loose on me like a sack—it really doesn't look good." She pouted helplessly. Then she picked up another. "This one is too small. It wraps around me so tightly, like I'm being restrained. It's so uncomfortable." Her brows knitted together as she kept comparing them in front of the mirror, troubled as though countless ants were gnawing at her heart. She had no idea how to choose the most suitable one from so many yukata for the grand Summer Festival.

Suddenly, a glimmer flashed in her eyes, like discovering a brilliant pearl in the darkness. She spotted a light-blue yukata buried at the very bottom. Treating it like a treasure, she carefully took it out and gently unfolded it, as though opening a precious painting. Its size seemed tailor-made for her, fitting just right.

Little Tsunade eagerly put it on and spun lightly before the mirror like a fluttering butterfly. The delicate floral patterns embroidered on the light-blue yukata resembled stars twinkling in the night sky, beautifully complementing her sun-bright golden hair. Smiling in satisfaction like a blooming flower, she picked up a small handbag and prepared to head out.

As she walked down the street, she found that many people were already streaming toward the Summer