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It was an awkward beginning. 

As Junichiro ran off into the forest, the wind during the midnight hour seemed to get heavier and the presence of a storm beginning to take shape. It was odd though, given how clear the night skies were. No clouds cloaked the moon, yet there was the density of a storm beginning to take shape, or at least that’s what it felt like. This feeling aside, it would not take long to find the “north” star. The path that passed through the massive torii seemed to go on for miles into a deep swath of thick woodlands and ragged, rolling hills. In the distance the moon illuminated a waterfall that flowed downward from on high. A silhouette of something moving in the brush. Local wildlife stirred by the group’s movement perhaps?

A clap of thunder echoed in the distance, but there was no sign of an oncoming storm. No rain. No humidity. No clouds. But there had been thunder. Curious.

Further north alongside the road from the torii stood a statue of two ancient warriors. It would be the next monument forward.

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