"There you are."

The voice was old and shaky but a familiar one to Hikari. Many a volunteer had come and go to offer their services to the shrines, but few had the same honor as Amida. He had dedicated the entirety of his life to overseeing the shrine's care in their humble village and at one point was in charge of its upkeep. Nowadays he delegated himself in sweeping the area, claiming it helped keep him active in his old age. He had seen three generations of Lunari Priests and had every intention of seeing the next as well. His family had left Shiroiwa no Mura some time ago, although he insisted on staying.

As he approached the young priest, he held onto a small cloth bag. Its color was a striking red with several characters stitched onto it--even on a glance Hikari would be able to tell that it was his last name. 

"A gift left by an admirer too shy to approach you directly," He explained with a chuckle, shaking his head as he offered the bag to the priest. "At least, that's my assumption. It was left behind when the crowd went about their days and clearly intended for you." 

Joining Hikari in admiring the view for a moment, he let out a sigh. "Thanks to you, the village will be safe again for a little longer. But I always wonder if we ask too much...I remember your grandfather pushed himself as well."