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.

That night, Kaito died in his sleep. Yuki found him with a faint smile on his face. In his hand was a dried, withered seed—the pit of the Yama Hime no Mi . She buried it in the garden, under the window where she used to sit. yama hime no mi

"You'll die," the elder said, not unkindly. "Or worse. You'll come back with eyes that see only endings." She was sitting by the window, staring at the mountain