In the original story, after being discovered by Himeko and Welt of the Astral Express crew, it was theorized that the substance sealing March 7th was a special type of anomalous ice known as Six-Phased Ice. March herself, however, insisted it wasn't ice at all, but a kind of crystallization.
And in fact, she was right.
This substance was actually crystallized memory. The energy flowing through it originated from the power of Remembrance itself. Given that, it wasn't hard to connect March 7th to Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance.
After Yuki accessed the full scope of March 7th's origins, he found the truth both surprising and... completely logical.
Back on Earth, many had speculated that she was a Memokeeper—an emissary of the Garden of Recollection—who had been sealed for some reason and subsequently lost her memories.
But the information Yuki now possessed revealed otherwise. March 7th was not a Memokeeper.
A Memokeeper was a mortal who, upon receiving an Aeon's blessing, had been granted authority to draw power from that Path. While March 7th wielded the power of Remembrance, her identity surpassed that of any emissary.
She was the daughter of Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance themselves.
Yes. March 7th's true identity was the child of an Aeon—specifically, the notoriously elusive and enigmatic Aeon of Remembrance.
Learning this, Yuki couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. To think that the cheerful, scatterbrained archer in the game—often affectionately teased by fans—had such an extraordinary origin. The contrast was certainly striking.
It also clarified something that had puzzled players: why the Memokeepers of the Garden of Recollection referred to her with such high reverence.
If March 7th was Fuli's daughter, then the one who sealed her and erased her memories could only be... her own "father," the Aeon itself.
Yuki's gaze lingered on the girl sealed within the crystalline prison. He allowed himself a brief moment to appreciate the view—a lovely sight, really.
"Not bad at all," he murmured, noting the gentle curves hidden within the ice.
And then, he set about breaking the seal.
Now that he was here, there was no need to follow the original plot—to wait for the Astral Express crew to stumble upon her. Yuki would do it himself.
He applied a gentle force with his left hand. Almost instantly, cracks spiderwebbed across the crystal's surface. Within a second, the fissures had spread everywhere, and with a resounding crack, the entire crystalline shell shattered.
Simultaneously, Yuki conjured a protective barrier around them, shielding March 7th from the vacuum of space and its lethal radiation.
As the last fragments of Six-Phased Ice dissolved into nothingness, the girl within was finally free.
Her skin, smooth as polished jade and pure as snow, drifted weightlessly within the barrier.
Yuki caught her gently as she floated, cradling her carefully. Then, softly, he called out to her.
"Time to wake up."
"The sun's practically kissing your backside—rise and shine."
His gentle voice stirred her. Her brow twitched slightly. Her lips parted faintly in a soft sigh as her eyelids slowly fluttered open.
The girl's delicate, beautiful face was framed by striking eyes—a gradient of soft blue blending into pink. As her vision focused, the first thing she saw was a face of extraordinary bearing, strikingly handsome and utterly perfect.
She stared at Yuki's features for a long moment, blinking slowly. Then, her gaze sharpened with curiosity.
"Who... are you?" she asked, her voice tentative, questioning the unfamiliar man before her.
Yuki offered a faint, warm smile. "My name is Yuki. As for who I am exactly—I'll explain in detail later. But right now, I think the most pressing matter might be getting you dressed."
With a casual wave of his hand, clothing materialized from nothing. It was her signature outfit—a crisp, stylized shirt paired with a pleated skirt.
The girl blinked, confused for a moment. Then her gaze drifted downward, taking in her own form.
Realization struck.
A deep blush flooded her cheeks. Embarrassment bloomed across her face.
I... I've been like this—in his arms?! And his hand—where is it placed?! This is...
Oh no! Why am I being held like this by a complete stranger?! And why can't I remember any of this?!
Wait—?! What's my name? Who am I? Why do I have no memory of my past?!
Amid the fluster of the moment, a sudden, hollow realization struck her: her memories were gone. Completely. Her identity, her history, her past experiences—all of it, a blank void.
She couldn't even recall her own name.
A deep, unsettling fear began to creep into her heart.
"You... I..." Her gaze turned to Yuki, panic flickering in her eyes.
Yuki gently cut her off. "Get dressed first. We'll talk about everything else after."
He set her down carefully and placed the clothes in her hands.
Though her mind was flooded with questions, she recognized what mattered most at this moment. "Then... turn around first," she said, holding the clothes against herself, cheeks flushed, her voice tinged with shyness.
"No need. I've already seen everything anyway," Yuki teased with a playful smile.
"No way!" she shot back, glaring at him. "That's different!"
"How is it different?"
"Then I was unconscious! Now I'm awake! It's different, so no!"
She was adamant—Yuki had to turn around before she could move.
Giving up the teasing, Yuki complied and turned his back.
Only then did she begin to rustle into the clothes.
Saying something like that right to a girl's face... is he some kind of pervert? she muttered under her breath, occasionally glancing at Yuki's back to make sure he wasn't peeking. What a waste of such a handsome face.
But her quiet murmuring didn't escape Yuki's ears.
"I can hear you, you know," he said calmly.
"Ah?!" She jumped. "Ehehe... I didn't say anything! You must've misheard!"
Quickly brushing it off, she clamped her mouth shut, surprised at how sharp his hearing was. She'd been so quiet!
A faint smile tugged at Yuki's lips. He shook his head lightly. The early signs of March 7th's signature silly charm were already showing.
Soon, she finished dressing and noticed the clothes fit perfectly. Not only that—they looked good. She actually liked them.
That caught her off guard.
"They fit... perfectly?! Did you take my measurements while I was out?!" Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She crossed her arms defensively, already imagining him taking liberties while she lay helpless.
Yuki turned back and gave her a flat look. "I'm not that much of a creep. With someone like you, I just need one look to get the exact measurements. No touching required." He said it with a grin.
Her face flushed again.
"And you say you're not a creep! You looked at everything while I was unconscious! Big pervert! Total weirdo!" She pouted, glaring at him with mock outrage.
Yuki shrugged, letting her words slide off him as he ignored the jab.