Kigurou-Enkou

Refugees or lone wanderers in the wastelands, for the past five years, have gotten used to the sudden bouts of thunderstorms that congregate around the barren hill that once stood the Hakurei Shrine. Though admittedly, they were less thunderstorms and more passing drizzles of water accompanying a fizzle of light and noise barely recognizable as thunder. Even still, many have learnt that the weakness was deceiving, and rather quickly and painfully so that approaching the wreckage was a terrible idea. There were no rumours, only recognition of one of the many tired souls, or what was left of itself, with less than nothing to even haunt. Such w