The Anagama mountain range, also known by the locals as ‘The Blind Spot’, spans for only several miles across the border between the Country of Fire and the Country of Earth. While at first glance it would seem rather insignificant when one would compare it to what the greater Earth Country has to offer, looks could be deceiving as any seasoned mountaineer would tell you: Over the course of recorded history, it has been known for its notable and rapidly shifting landscape, where entire mountains were said to have disappeared overnight and countless travelers have been reported missing that few but the ignorant or the foolhardy would dare to tread, only to inevitably end as another forgotten case.
”.. And yet the local population seems to revere what they claim to be greater powers at work, often implying that this area was never meant to be invaded by mankind in the first place.” Yoshihisa let out a weary sigh as he closed the leather bound tome with the greatest of care, the last passage always sitting the heaviest on his mind. The contents of the tome so old and worn even the cover could barely be held together by tape at this point were more often than not topics of vague superstition and downright nonsense, yet this particular one held his interest due to the level of personal investment. Despite it all, he was starting to develop some nagging doubts about the actual legitimacy of this trial as he crossed into the mountain range under the cover of night.
”Heh, still can’t believe how they saw you back in the day, Hōrai.” He chose to break the silence seemingly by trying to get a conversation going with the mountains themselves, something that surprisingly wasn’t such a outlandish concept after all as they almost immediately responded with a voice like rolling boulders. ”The vast majority of humans as you know are quick to dismiss these things as magic or the works of the divine when they can’t fully understand them, even to this day. A shame when you see what your species as a whole is capable of at times.” Yoshihisa shrugged his shoulders as his eyes scouted the pass leading up ahead. He wasn’t planning on stirring up a conflict between himself and the vastly more powerful entity he was sharing his conscious with, nor did he particularly feel enthused to trail away from the lightheartness he had intended to be the tone of their conversation.
It took him about an hour of longwinded and droning monologues from Hōrai‘s end to reach what could only generously be called shelter, a cave barely deep enough to protect oneself from the potentially harsh elements outside. Yoshihisa admitted it would have to do as he produced a tiny flame from the tip of his thumb and slowly descended into the dark, extra careful to watch his step. What awaited him inside however caught him by surprise: Prominently featured in the center of what could pass for a room was a shrine, completely hewn from the granite surroundings and abundantly decorated with strings of dried mountain flowers and crude paint. Strewn throughout the room was a collection of small bones, some stored in the walls by means of several holes while countless others formed neat piles around the shrine. It didn’t take some sort of genius to see the relgious nature of this place, now all there was left was to discover the ‘why’ behind the ‘what’.
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[Activing: Discovery of Contract of Your Choice - Kami]
”.. And yet the local population seems to revere what they claim to be greater powers at work, often implying that this area was never meant to be invaded by mankind in the first place.” Yoshihisa let out a weary sigh as he closed the leather bound tome with the greatest of care, the last passage always sitting the heaviest on his mind. The contents of the tome so old and worn even the cover could barely be held together by tape at this point were more often than not topics of vague superstition and downright nonsense, yet this particular one held his interest due to the level of personal investment. Despite it all, he was starting to develop some nagging doubts about the actual legitimacy of this trial as he crossed into the mountain range under the cover of night.
”Heh, still can’t believe how they saw you back in the day, Hōrai.” He chose to break the silence seemingly by trying to get a conversation going with the mountains themselves, something that surprisingly wasn’t such a outlandish concept after all as they almost immediately responded with a voice like rolling boulders. ”The vast majority of humans as you know are quick to dismiss these things as magic or the works of the divine when they can’t fully understand them, even to this day. A shame when you see what your species as a whole is capable of at times.” Yoshihisa shrugged his shoulders as his eyes scouted the pass leading up ahead. He wasn’t planning on stirring up a conflict between himself and the vastly more powerful entity he was sharing his conscious with, nor did he particularly feel enthused to trail away from the lightheartness he had intended to be the tone of their conversation.
It took him about an hour of longwinded and droning monologues from Hōrai‘s end to reach what could only generously be called shelter, a cave barely deep enough to protect oneself from the potentially harsh elements outside. Yoshihisa admitted it would have to do as he produced a tiny flame from the tip of his thumb and slowly descended into the dark, extra careful to watch his step. What awaited him inside however caught him by surprise: Prominently featured in the center of what could pass for a room was a shrine, completely hewn from the granite surroundings and abundantly decorated with strings of dried mountain flowers and crude paint. Strewn throughout the room was a collection of small bones, some stored in the walls by means of several holes while countless others formed neat piles around the shrine. It didn’t take some sort of genius to see the relgious nature of this place, now all there was left was to discover the ‘why’ behind the ‘what’.
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[Activing: Discovery of Contract of Your Choice - Kami]