Well, that has been a major disappointment. Who would think that, with the New Year's festival as crowded as it was, things would be that uninteresting?

Not that it mattered that much for Aya. She didn't understood why her family had the tradition to come out of their way to pay their respect to the god(s) of this particular shrine when their own mountain had a shrine dedicated to them. According to her grandparents (the ones who actually raised Aya), it was just to keep good relationship with the neighboring kami, honoring the time they shared in the past (i.e.: old people business).

[i]"What's the point when the humans themselves only do this because it's a tradition? The age of gods and mystery is pretty much dead, everyone knows that,"[/i] Aya thought as she found a slightly less crowded spot and began to play a fighting game, plugging her headphones to see if she could drown a bit of the background noise. "Mhmm, mhmm, at least the food isn't all that bad. I guess it was worthy the time to come all the way here, after all," the youngish tengu thought out loud as she reached for a plastic bag with a few anko filled dorayaki.