Having waken up at the crack of dawn, he finds himself at the cemetery and being comforted by the sakura trees. It's just, he isn't the only one there. "Good morning, Father Seishirou." The treasure hunter greets the other with a friendly smile.
♗ -- "Good morning, Fuuma~" The priest said in a near sing voice. "It's nice to see someone enjoying the trees for once and not grieving over the lost. I think these trees like to be admired, sadly their tucked away in this garden, which is large, but understandably lonely."
A very understandable feeling.
"You're also up quite early. Not many beat me or are willing to try beating my early schedule. Are you having trouble sleeping, perhaps?" He asked making his way over to one of the first trees and inspecting the branches and the color of the blossoms. All seemed to be in order. These trees didn't really need any looking after. They took care of themselves for the most part and any that got a little pale would be the one he'd plan the next funeral service under. It was easy work keeping up with these trees and he was upholding whatever family tradition he was supposed to be upholding. All he knew was the trees so that's what he did in the most humane way he could think. The trees seemed pleased... Somehow he could tell.
"Or are you just that big a fan of sakura trees?" the priest continued to pry. "They're quite rare in this land but I've heard that's no so in others..."