The early morning light filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows over the camp. The snow, which had grown considerably over the night, was now beginning to melt, forming small rivulets that trickled through the campsite. The cold air was tinged with the earthy scent of the forest, mingling with the faint aroma of last night’s fire.

The group stirred from their makeshift shelters, shaking off the stiffness of sleep. Kotaru was the first to rise, his breath visible in the crisp air as he stretched his muscles and surveyed the surroundings. The fire had burned low, leaving behind a few glowing embers. 

“Alright, everyone, let’s start packing up,” he called out, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. “We need to get moving.”

The others began to rouse themselves, grumbling and groaning as they emerged from their tents and bags. Hotonashi and Urasadi worked together to dismantle their tent, while Tensakami helped Naruhatsu with hers. Shisei, ever the loner, packed up his gear with practiced efficiency, his movements precise and deliberate.

As the camp slowly came to life, Kaorai and Nomi, the troublemakers as usual, broke out into song. Their voices rose in a cheerful melody, a stark contrast to the somber mood of the morning the rest seemed to be in.

“Oh, the snow may fall and the wind may blow,
But we march on through the ice and snow!
With hearts so brave and spirits up up high,
We'll conquer the land and touch the sky!”

Kaorai danced around the pit of soot and stone that was the campfire, his nimble feet kicking up small clouds of snow. Nomi followed suit, their movements exaggerated and comical, drawing a few chuckles from those around.

Kotaru couldn’t help but smile at their antics, though he quickly masked it with a stern expression. “Come on, you two. We need to stay focused.”

“Let them be, Kotaru,” Tensakami said, his tone light. “A bit of laughter is good for the soul.”

Hotonashi, however, seemed less amused. “Do you two ever take anything seriously?” she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Kaorai grinned, twirling around to face her. “Of course we do, Ashi. But life’s too short to be serious all the time. Right, Nomi?”

Nomi nodded enthusiastically. “Right! Besides, how can we resist bringing some joy to such a dreary morning? Especially with how scared you all were yesterday!”

Airakase, who had been mostly on edge before swung from a tree just next to the campsite, excited by the duo’s comedy and lightheartedness returning, said loudly, “Us? You didn’t hardly speak yesterday, Nomi!” 

Dobutsumé, packing her belongings, shook her head with a smile. “Just don’t get too carried away. We have a long day ahead.”

The song continued, lifting the spirits of some while others rolled their eyes. The camp slowly dissolved into organized chaos as the group packed up their belongings, the sound of Kaorai and Nomi’s singing providing a lively backdrop.

“Oh, we’ll face the beasts and brave the storm,
With friends beside, we’ll keep us warm!
No fear, no doubt, just strength and cheer,
Together we’ll conquer, year by year!”

As the last of the tents were packed away and the campfire mixed with dirt and snow, the group gathered their packs and prepared to move out. The melting snow had turned parts of the ground to mud, making the going tough, but their spirits were high.

“Alright, everyone,” Kakkonosu called, taking the lead once more. “Kotaru and I examined the maps last night, there is an isthmus just a little bit west. It is one of the few ways off of our island, and in this case takes us directly to Honshiko.”

“Where the entrance to Caipat is.” Kotaru added from the side as he straddled his pack on his shoulder as the group fell into formation, Kakkonosu and Kotaru leading, while Chikai and Ara watched the back.

The path was treacherous, the rocks slick with ice, the ground becoming noticeably more rocky as opposed to the softer dirt paths they had been on. Snow now only a few inches deep, Kuremu had begun to notice things he hadn’t paid any mind to before. The moss on the trees, whose bark held light gray and brown notes. The birds which he didn’t notice slowly faded in the night now returning with sing-song whistles, as small mammals ran past the bushes more in-land.

Finally, after nearly an hour of walking, the group emerged from the forest onto a rocky outcrop. Below them, the land dropped away sharply into an agitated murky sea. A toxic miasma hung over it, the air shimmering with a sickly brown glow. The water, dark and foreboding, its surface roiling with waves. Their only way across was before them. Several feet down, was the elongated, mountainous isthmus Kakkonosu had mentioned. Coming to a point, it looked more like the peak of a mountain range that had been swallowed by the abyss rather than a safe stretch of land.

The group stood in silence for some time, watching the waves crash against the sharp rocks, sending up sprays of toxic mist. The path seemed to tremble with each impact, appearing as it might collapse at any moment.

After a moment, Sabani let out a hearty laugh, saying, as if to let everyone in on the joke, “Hey, Tensakami, would that kawatoshu let you swim in there?”

While Dobutsumé called Sabani’s name out in frustration, as if what he said was offensive, most of the group laughed in response, including Tensakami who replied with a wide smile. “I wouldn’t want to test that. It took most of my clan working together and the Royamas to rid the poisons from Lanai. Pretty sure this is too much, even for me.”

“I always wondered what your family did,” Kaorai questioned, patting Gaidoshu on the back, oblivious to the rudeness in his words.

“How did you get across?” Nomi questioned, their head tilting as they looked towards Sabani.

“What do you mean?” Sabani replied, confused with the rest who heard Nomi’s question.

“You’re from Caipat, right? Did you have to go through this?” They questioned, but were mostly ignored as everyone turned back towards the path before them, only giving Nomi grumbles and questionable looks. Though this was a usual response they would get, so they thought nothing of it until Kaorai reminded them of the Boidat, which caused Nomi to jump at the name.

Boidiats were large mammalian creatures who flew through the skies with flat bodies, roughly ten meters in diameter. It was on the backs of these tamed beasts that the monthly caravan was able to journey to each of the major settlements on a regular basis. It also reminded Nomi that Sabani had never willingly come to Lanai, but was instead traded by his parents to one of the wildmen that roamed Mori-Seitoshi.

The group began their cautious descent, each step deliberate and measured. The rocky cliffside was slick with ice, and the slush made every foothold precarious. Kakkonosu took the lead, his keen eyes searching for the safest route down. Kotaru followed closely behind, his strong build allowing him to help the others find their footing.

The cliffs were treacherous, and the group moved slowly, making sure each step was secure before continuing. Kaorai, always the curious one, couldn’t help but marvel at the formations of ice that clung to the rocks, their crystalline beauty a stark contrast to the ominous sea below.

As they descended, the sound of the crashing waves grew louder, a constant reminder of the peril that awaited them should they slip. Hotonashi clung to Urasadi, her usually calm demeanor shaken by the height and the slick, narrow path. Urasadi whispered words of encouragement, her grip firm and reassuring.

Dobutsumé, ever vigilant, scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a loose rock just before Tensakami stepped on it, her quick warning preventing what could have been a dangerous fall. Tensakami flashed her a grateful smile, his confidence unshaken by the close call.

Gaidoshu, his respirator hissing softly with each breath, navigated the descent with surprising agility. His familiarity with hazardous environments made him an asset on the treacherous path. Kuremu, following closely, admired his friend’s composure under pressure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the group reached the base of the cliff. They took a moment to catch their breath, the toxic sea now looming even larger before them. The air was thick with noxious fumes, and each breath was a struggle against the acrid stench.

Before them lay the narrow, slanted pathway that stretched across the sea. The elongated, mountainous isthmus seemed to beckon them forward, its rocky surface glistening with moisture. The path was uneven and steep, and the waves constantly crashed against its sides, sending up sprays of toxic mist that shimmered in the dim light.

Kakkonosu turned to the group, his expression serious. “This is it. We need to stay close and move quickly. The path is unstable, and we can’t afford to linger.” Each word had to be shouted as the wind had picked up drastically at the base of the cliff, forcing their steps to be even more cautious.

The pathway was narrow, and the incline made each step a challenge. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was deafening, and the toxic mist stung their eyes and throats, all exasperated by the tornado-like winds that pushed and rocked their gear.

As they progressed, the pathway grew steeper, and the footing more treacherous. Kaorai and Nomi brought up the rear, their usual playful banter replaced by focused determination. Despite the danger, Kaorai couldn’t help but hum a tune, the melody a small comfort in the midst of the chaos. Nomi joined in, their voices blending in a song that, despite the odds, brought a sense of unity and hope to the group.

Dobutsumé, now leading the way, her movements sure and confident, pushed a large boulder out of the way, causing a small rockslide that tumbled down the slope, crashing into the churning sea below. The impact sent a ripple through the water, the waves growing more agitated. As the last of the rocks hit the surface, a deep, resonant rumble echoed from the depths.

The group froze, eyes wide with alarm, as the water began to whisk violently, bubbles popping along the water as far as they were able to see. Suddenly, the surface broke, and a massive, serpentine head emerged, fur glistening with a sickly sheen. A colossal sea serpent rose from the depths, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The sheer size of the creature was enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest among them.

Its body continued to rise, coils upon coils emerging from the toxic sea. Its enormous form cast a shadow over the rocky pathway, the air filled with the scent of sulfur and decay. Its roar was deafening, a sound that shook the very ground beneath their feet.

Sabani, usually quick with a joke, could only gape in horror. “What… what is that?” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the creature’s roar.

Tensakami’s eyes widened in recognition. “It’s Mizukira… the sea guardian. We’ve awoken it.”

Dobutsumé stepped forward, her expression grim. “We need to keep moving. If we stay here, it’ll swallow us quickly.”

Kotaru nodded, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “She’s right. We need to get across the path, now!”

The group sprang into action, their fear fueling their speed. They scrambled over the rocks, the path seeming even narrower and more perilous with Mizukira looming above them. Its whiskers twitching as its eyes tracked their movements, its massive head following their progress.

As they ran, Shisei glanced back, his heart pounding. “It’s going to attack!” he shouted, urging the others to move faster as jumped into a space between a set of rocks, hoping they were durable enough to withstand Mizukira’s attack as the guardian reared back, its mouth opening wide to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth. With a roar, it lunged towards the group, the ground shaking with the force of its movement. The adventurers scattered, barely avoiding the serpent’s jaws as it snapped shut mere inches from where they had stood.

Kaorai, still humming his tune, grabbed Nomi’s hand and pulled them forward. “Come on, we need to keep moving!” he urged, his voice trembling with fear and determination.

The path grew even steeper, and the footing more precarious. Hotonashi stumbled, her foot slipping on a patch of ice. Urasadi caught her arm just in time, pulling her back into his arms, only to realize too late that she had been ripped in half. Her entire right side missing, she glanced into his eyes one final time, choking in shock before going completely limp.

Urasadi screamed in anguish, cradling Hotonashi’s body as the reality of the loss hit him. The others barely had time to react as the guardian lunged again, its massive head crashing into the rocks where they had just been standing. Shards of stone flew in every direction, and the pathway shook violently under the impact.

“Move, Urasadi!” Kakkonosu shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. “We have to keep moving!”

With tears streaming down his face, Urasadi gently laid Hotonashi’s body on the ground and stood up, his grief transforming into a steely resolve. He turned to face Mizukira, drawing his weapon and standing his ground. “Go! I’ll hold it off!”

“No!” Dobutsumé screamed. “We stick together!” But the others had already started to retreat, knowing that Urasadi’s sacrifice might buy them the time they needed to escape.

As the group scrambled up the path, the rocks beneath their feet began to tremble. Tiny cracks appeared on the surface from Mizukira’s aggression, widening quickly. Rocks dislodging and falling into their path, causing the narrow path to crumble around them. From the cracks and crevices, small worm-like creatures emerged, wriggling and twisting as they sought to escape the collapsing rocks. Their skin was pale and translucent, their bodies glowing faintly in the dim light, and their mouths were filled with rows of needle-sharp teeth.

“What now?” Kaorai exclaimed, swatting at one of the creatures with his single-edged straight chokutō .”We’ve got company!”

Nomi, ever observant, pointed at the growing swarm with their eku-bo. “We need to move faster, these things are everywhere!”

“Watch out!” Kakkonosu shouted, swinging his thin but incredibly sturdy chigiriki at the nearest worm. The creature split in half, but its severed parts continued to wriggle and squirm, each piece seemingly alive and hostile.

Dobutsumé drew her claws, slashing at the worms that swarmed around her feet. “These things are everywhere! We need to clear a path!”

Kotaru, wielding his kanabo with deadly precision, smashed the worms that dared to come close. “Keep moving! Don’t let them slow us down!”

Tensakami, with hands raised, heated the surrounding air until it was a boiling steam to repel the creatures. The heat caused the worms to shrivel and writhe in pain, giving the group a momentary reprieve. “This way! We need to stay ahead of Mizukira!”

Kaorai and Nomi fought side by side, their coordinated movements fending off the relentless onslaught of worms. Despite the danger, Kaorai’s humming persisted, a steady rhythm that kept them focused and determined.

As they continued to battle the worms, Gaidoshu’s respirator hissed with each breath, his eyes scanning for any signs of weakness in the creatures, analyzing them. He quickly concocted a mixture from his vials, tossing it at the worms. The chemical reaction caused them to dissolve into a foul-smelling sludge. “That should keep them at bay for a while!” he called out as he threw a couple of canisters that exploded the mixture across the floor. “They’re drawn to… Movement!… Distraction!”

Kuremu nodded, understanding immediately as he wielded his tonfas with precision, fighting off several worms that attempted to latch onto his legs. “We’ll split up and draw them away! The rest of you, get to the other side!”

The group split into two smaller teams, each taking a different route to divert the worms’ attention. Kakkonosu and Sabani lead Tensakami, Kanane, Naruhatsu, Airakase, Yujinko, Ara, Richaku, and Kowasuki through an arched path that appeared to go to the otherside of the rocky steep, as Dobutsumé and Kotaru turned back to see Kaorai and Nomi, despite their fear, using their resourcefulness to outmaneuver the worms. Kaorai’s quick thinking and Nomi’s agility proved invaluable as they dodged the creatures and helped clear the path for the others, leading them further down the already chosen path. Hayashi not far behind, splitting worms in half with swift kicks, each one showing surprising speed.

The air filled with the sounds of clashing weapons, hissing worms, and the guardian’s deafening roars, Kuremu slammed against the ground, performing a roll to dodge a pair of worms that had jumped at him. Out of breath and exhausted, wind blowing against him, occasionally aiding the worm’s lunges, he looks back just in time to witness Shisei, clung onto the neck of Mizukira by his shuko with one hand, throw Urasadi towards the behemoth’s face with his other. Urasadi raised his blade and cleaved open its eye, disappearing into its aperture.

“Kichirou!” Hayashi called as he jumped into a stomp onto a worm that had jumped towards Kuremu, saving him, before raising a foot and turning with an axe kick, demolishing another worm and sliding into a swift round kick, throwing another worm into yet another. “Don’t let yourself become distracted!” He commanded with a dry voice, his goggles covered in blood as more was sprayed across his face from Gaidoshu slicing through a pair of worms that were between them.

The group was struggling to maintain their footing on the slippery rocks when a loud, resonant voice broke through the chaos. “Hold on!” Chikai’s voice boomed as he appeared on the ledge above, his long hair billowing in the wind. Without hesitation, he launched himself into the fray, his massive Montante sword spinning recklessly in his hands before he landed in the midst of the worms, his sword cleaving through their writhing bodies with each spin. The sheer size and weight of the weapon made it an unstoppable force, and the worms stood no chance against his onslaught. His movements were both graceful and brutal, a dance of death that left a trail of dismembered worms in its wake.

Kotaru, momentarily stunned by the sight of Chikai’s prowess, quickly regained his focus. “Everyone, keep moving! Chikai’s giving us an opening!”

Dobutsumé nodded, following Kaorai and Nomi further down the path. Hayashi continued his relentless assault on the worms, his kicks precise and powerful. “Stay together! Don’t let them surround you!”

Chikai’s sword cut through the swarm like a whirlwind, the worms unable to penetrate his spinning defense. He glanced at Kuremu, who was struggling to fend off a particularly large worm. “Get up! We need everyone on their feet!”

With renewed determination, Kuremu scrambled to his feet and rejoined the fight, his weapon flashing as he cut down the advancing worms. Gaidoshu, his respirator hissing with exertion, fought alongside him, their combined efforts pushing back the writhing tide.

Its eye now a gaping wound thanks to Urasadi’s attack, Mizukira thrashed in pain and fury. The guardian’s movements became more erratic, its roars shaking the very ground beneath their feet. Shisei, still clinging to the beast’s neck, struggled to maintain his grip as Mizukira writhed in agony.

Urasadi, lost within the depths of Mizukira’s eye socket, fought his way deeper into the creature’s skull. He knew he had to reach the brain to have any chance of bringing down the monstrous guardian. With every swing of his blade, he carved a path through the dense tissue, his determination unyielding.

As Chikai’s relentless assault cleared a path, the group began to make their way towards the other side of the rocky ledge. The worms, now significantly thinned, continued to press forward, but their numbers were dwindling. However it was all for not, as Chikai gave one final, powerful swing of his Montante, sending the remaining worms scattering just as Mizkira unhinged its jaws.

As the chaos of the battle raged around him, Kuremu found himself lost in a whirlwind of violence and fear. The hissing of the worms, the roars of Mizukira, and the shouts of his friends filled his senses. He barely noticed when the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second.

Suddenly, everything went black. The sounds of battle were abruptly muted, replaced by an eerie silence. Kuremu blinked, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden darkness. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, feeling nothing but empty space around him.

“Gaidoshu? Hayashi?” he called out, his voice echoing in the oppressive void. There was no response. Panic began to set in as he realized he was alone. The air felt thick and humid, carrying a foul, acidic stench that burned his nostrils.

He took a hesitant step forward, his foot landing on a soft, squishy surface. Kuremu recoiled in disgust, the realization slowly dawning on him. He had read about creatures capable of swallowing their prey whole, but experiencing it was a different matter entirely.

His breathing quickened as he reached out again, this time encountering something solid. It was warm and slimy to the touch, and as he ran his fingers along it, he realized it was the rough texture of scales. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, focusing on finding his friends.

“Kaorai! Nomi! Hayashi!” he shouted, his voice tinged with desperation.

A faint groan answered him, followed by the sound of movement. “Kuremu… is that you?” came the weak voice of Kaorai. Relief washed over Kuremu as he moved towards the sound, his hands outstretched to guide him.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice steadying. “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” Kaorai said, his tone filled with uncertainty. “Where are we?”

Kuremu swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I think… I think we were swallowed by Mizukira.

The weight of his words hung heavy in the darkness. The reality of their situation began to sink in, and Kuremu could hear the muffled sounds of others beginning to stir around him. The silence was broken by coughs, groans, and whispered calls for help.

“We need to find the others,” Kuremu said, his determination returning. “We can’t stay here.”

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the semi-transparent walls of Mizukira’s stomach, he could make out the shapes of his friends. Dobutsumé was helping Chikai to his feet, while Kotaru and Hayashi were already on their guard, weapons drawn and ready.

“We have to stick together,” Kuremu continued, his voice firm. “There’s got to be a way out of here.”

The air inside Mizukira’s stomach was humid and stifling, the faint glow from the semi-transparent walls casting eerie shadows. As Kuremu’s eyes adjusted, he saw that the ground beneath their feet was slick and uneven, covered in a thin layer of acidic slime. They needed to move quickly before the environment took its toll on them.

“Everyone, stay close!” Kuremu commanded, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. “We need to find a way out.”

Dobutsumé nodded, her eyes scanning their surroundings. “There has to be something. Mizukira can’t keep everything it swallows in here forever.”

As they cautiously moved forward, they heard a strange, rustling noise. It was faint at first, but grew louder as they approached a cluster of organic matter that had collected in a corner of the stomach. The pile shifted, revealing a pair of glowing eyes peering out from the darkness.

“Who’s there?” Kotaru demanded, stepping forward with his weapon raised.

The creature emerged slowly, revealing a body that seemed to shimmer and shift with the faint light. It was a small, slender being with a body that seemed to be made of the same semi-transparent material as Mizukira’s stomach walls. Its eyes glowed softly, reflecting curiosity rather than hostility.

“Please, do not be afraid,” the creature spoke in a gentle, melodic voice. “I mean you no harm.”

The group exchanged wary glances, but Kuremu stepped forward cautiously. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The creature inclined its head slightly, its movements graceful and fluid. “I am Tenei. I live within Mizukira, maintaining a balance and aiding in the digestion process. It is my duty to ensure that nothing harmful remains within.”

Kuremu frowned, trying to process this information. “Can you help us get out of here?”

Tenei’s eyes softened, and it nodded slowly. “Yes, I can guide you to an exit. Mizukira occasionally expels indigestible matter through a vent in its lower stomach. If we reach it in time, you can escape.”

“Why would you help us?” Dobutsumé asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Tenei’s eyes glowed brighter, conveying sincerity. “It is my duty to ensure that nothing harmful remains within.” it reiterated.

Kotaru nodded, sensing the truth in Tenei’s words. “Lead the way, then. We need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

With Tenei guiding them, the group moved deeper into Mizukira’s stomach, navigating the treacherous terrain with renewed hope. The creature led them through narrow passages and around pools of digestive acid, always aware of the shifting environment.

As they walked, Tenei explained more about Mizukira and its role as a guardian of the sea. “Mizukira is ancient and wise, it is normally peaceful by nature, but something has happened recently. A threat has entered that I can not seem to get rid of, and so it has become irritated. Angry.

“But we didn’t mean to threaten anything,” Kaorai protested.

“I know,” Tenei replied softly. “It is another that threatens Mizukira.”

“Fuck.” Chikai said, knowing where this was going.

“We have to kill it, right?” Dobutsumé said as she too gathered that Tenei’s guidance wasn’t free.

“It would be of great help.” Tenei said with a nod, continuing to guide them past hostile environment.

“And if we do, will it stop attacking us once we get out?” Kuremu questioned.

“Once I have informed Mizukira that the threat is gone, it will return to its slumber.”

“Wait a minute.” Kaorai said as he thought about how the fight had begun. “Is that why Mizukira has been trying to eat us? So we can help it!?”

“Of course. Mizukira is normally peaceful by-” Tenai was cut off by Kotaru, mocking its repetitive words.

“Peaceful by nature, yeah, we got that. Doesn’t change the fact that one of us died, and now five of us are in its stomach.”

“Yeah,” Kaorai added, one of the rare times he agreed with Kotaru. “What the hell, that doesn’t sound too peaceful to me.” 

Hayashi walked in the back of the group, watching a puddle of acid bubble as they walked past a large skeleton of a fish as Tenai attempted to argue that it was doing what it had to.

“Some ancient guardian this thing is.” Kuremu said with a scoff. “Had to eat people just to get someone to clean out an infection. Can’t just talk to us?”

Tenei sighed, a soft, melodic sound that resonated within the cavernous belly of Mizukira. “Mizukira cannot communicate as you and I do. It is a creature of instinct and ancient power. When it senses a threat it cannot handle on its own, it takes drastic measures to protect itself.”

Kotaru rolled his eyes. “Drastic is an understatement. We’ve been fighting for our lives ever since we got here.”

Dobutsumé, always the pragmatic one, stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Tenei’s glowing orbs. “Enough arguing. We need to know where this threat is and how to defeat it. If helping Mizukira means getting out of here alive, then that’s what we’ll do.”

Tenei nodded solemnly, its eyes filled with a deep, ancient sadness. “The threat lies deeper within Mizukira, in the very heart of its being. It is a creature of darkness and corruption, a parasite that has taken hold and refuses to let go.”

Chikai tightened his grip on his sword. “Then let’s get moving. The sooner we deal with this parasite, the sooner we get out of here.”

As they continued their journey, the environment grew more hostile. The air became thicker, more oppressive, and the walls of Mizukira’s stomach pulsed with a sickly green light. Pools of acid bubbled more violently, and the ground beneath their feet became increasingly unstable.

“Stay close,” Tenei urged, its voice tinged with urgency. “We are nearing the heart of Mizukira. The parasite’s influence is strongest here.”

The group moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the parasite. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the chamber, followed by a series of hisses and clicks. From the shadows emerged a horde of small, worm-like creatures, their bodies writhing and twisting as they advanced on the group.

“Here we go again,” Kotaru muttered, raising his weapon.

The battle was fierce, the worms attacking with relentless ferocity. Kuremu and Hayashi fought side by side, their movements synchronized as they cut through the swarm. Chikai spun with reckless abandon, his massive sword cleaving through the horde with devastating force. As Dobutsumé clawed through a few, Kotaru swung his massive kanabo.

As they fought, Kuremu noticed something peculiar. The worms seemed to be drawn to a particular area, their movements becoming more frantic as they neared a pulsating, dark mass embedded in the wall of Mizukira’s stomach.

“There!” Kuremu shouted, pointing to the mass. “That’s got to be the parasite!”

Dobutsumé nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination. “Let’s take it down!”

With a coordinated effort, the group pushed through the swarm, making their way towards the pulsating mass. The closer they got, the more intense the worms’ attacks became, as if the parasite was directing them to protect it.

Finally, they reached the dark mass. It pulsed with a malevolent energy, tendrils of darkness spreading out from it and corrupting the surrounding tissue. The sight was both mesmerizing and horrifying, a stark reminder of the corruption that had taken hold of Mizukira.

“We need to destroy it,” Tenei said, its voice filled with urgency. “But be careful. The parasite is powerful and will not go down easily.” Kuremu nodded, raising his weapons.

With renewed determination, the group launched their attack on the parasite. The battle was intense, the parasite lashing out with dark tendrils and summoning more worms to its defense. But the group fought with everything they had, their combined strength and resolve pushing them forward.

Finally, with a mighty swing of his sword, Chikai cleaved through the heart of the parasite, causing it to shriek and convulse. The dark mass began to dissolve, its hold on Mizukira weakening with each passing moment. As the parasite disintegrated, the worms around them fell lifeless to the ground, their connection to the source severed.

The chamber began to stabilize, the oppressive atmosphere lifting as Mizukira’s natural state began to restore itself. Tenei approached the group, its eyes glowing with gratitude.

“You have done it. Mizukira is free from the parasite’s influence. Thank you.”

Kuremu nodded, his body trembling with exhaustion. “Can we get out of here now?”

Tenei smiled gently. “Yes, follow me. I will guide you to the vent.”

With Tenei leading the way, the group made their way through the now peaceful chambers of Mizukira’s stomach. They reached the vent, which opened to reveal a pathway back to the sea. One by one, they slipped through the opening, feeling a rush of water propel them forward. The sensation was disorienting, but soon they found themselves expelled from Mizukira, landing on the jagged rocks of the isthmus, where the fight had started.

Kotaru, slamming against the edges of some rocks with a thud, let out a scream of pain as his arm snapped in half, causing Dobutsumé and Kaorai to rush to his aid. Hayashi, showing no care, joined Chikai and Kuremu in watching as Mizukira slowly returned to the sea below

Chikai lowers his head just as the last piece of fur disappears into the murky water, and whispers a prayer, his sword nudged between some rocks, standing on its own just beside him.

In this moment of silence, I honor those who have fallen, their spirits brave and true. Guide their souls to a place of peace, where pain and fear are no more.
I thank you for the strength you have granted me, for the breath I still draw.
May your light continue to shine upon our path, leading us through the darkness.
Grant us the courage to face the challenges ahead, and the wisdom to know your will.
In your name, we find our strength. In your grace, we find our peace.
So be it.

The next day, Kuremu awoke with a yawn, lifting himself from his table-turned-bed. He stretched a bit before shutting and locking the bed against the wall, where it hung. Peering over towards his desk on the left side of his room, just past where the foot of his bed had been, he grabbed a couple of items and stuffed them into a satchel lazily left on the floor.

“Kuremu, Kuremu!” A soft, high-pitched voice called from downstairs, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps ascending. Kuremu, who hadn’t even dressed yet, let out an irritated sigh.

“What do you want, Suzu?” he questioned, irritation creeping into his voice,  just in time for his little brother, Suzuki, who bore a striking resemblance to him but with wilder, longer hair, to burst through the door.

“You made it!?”

“Yeah, I passed,” Kuremu responded curtly, not ready nor wanting to deal with this conversation. Despite his annoyance, a part of him felt a pang of guilt. Suzuki’s eager eyes reminded him of the childhood they had both lost too soon.

“That’s great, I’m glad for you!”

“Thanks,” he dismissed flatly, not noticing his brother fighting off tears as he asked, “When are you leaving?”

“When everyone’s ready. I have to meet up with them later, around midday.”

“Oh… alright.” Suzuki wiped his face to clear his emotions. His lower lip trembled slightly, but he held back the tears, determined not to let his brother see him cry.

Kuremu continued dressing, his movements sharp and efficient as Suzuki stood in the doorway, his shoulders slumped and his eyes following his brother’s every move, hoping for some sign of affection, however was instead met with a snap as Suzuki’s quiet presence made him uneasy. “What is it?”

“Can I maybe come with you? Not like when you leave, but just hang out before then?”

“No, I have to get back to training,” Kuremu responded sharply, tying his red sash that held together a dark tabard covering most of his body. A dark blue loose shirt with sleeves cut at the biceps clothed his torso.

“But… you’re always training!” Suzuki barked angrily, making Kuremu snap back at him.

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Kuremu said sternly, noticing his brother’s fists clenching and his heavy breathing. “I passed the academy because I’m always working my ass off. And what do you do? Run around and play with your friends! Well, go back to doing that while I actually do something for us!”

“Like you’d know what I do. You never hang out with me. You never even talk to me unless I start the conversation. Even then, you’re always short and mean!”

“You don’t understand, you’re too young.”

“No… you’re the one who doesn’t understand!” With that, Suzuki slammed the door and rushed downstairs, leaving Kuremu to grow in irritation at his brother’s lack of emotional maturity.

As the door slammed, Kuremu clenched his jaw and finished dressing. He grabbed his satchel and headed downstairs, where he nearly bumped into Kouta, their adoptive father. Kouta, a tall man with a stern face and piercing eyes, blocked Kuremu’s path with a cold smile.

“Kuremu, you’re up early. Preparing for your big journey?” Kouta asked, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Yes, Kouta,” Kuremu replied, keeping his voice as neutral as possible.

“You know, it’s such a shame you’ve never been able to bond with Suzuki. He looks up to you so much, but you’re always so distant. Almost as if you don’t care about your own brother.”

“I care about him, but he needs to understand the importance of hard work and dedication,” Kuremu said, trying to keep his temper in check.

“Is that so?” Kouta stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Or is it that you’re just incapable of showing any real affection? You’ve always been the cold one, haven’t you? Always needing to prove yourself, to make up for your shortcomings.”

Kuremu’s fists clenched at his sides. “I’m doing what I need to do for our future.”

“For your future,” Kouta corrected, his voice a low hiss. “Don’t fool yourself into thinking this is for anyone but you. Suzuki would have been better off without your so-called guidance.”

Kuremu’s anger flared, but he bit his tongue, knowing any outburst would only give Kouta more ammunition. “I’ll be back later,” he said tersely, pushing past Kouta and heading for the door.

Kouta’s hand shot out, gripping Kuremu’s shoulder tightly, his nails digging in slightly. “Your parents would be so disappointed, you know. They always hoped you’d grow up to be someone they could be proud of. Instead, you’ve turned into someone who can’t even show kindness to his own brother.”

Kuremu froze, his heart pounding in his chest. “Don’t you dare bring them into this,” he muttered, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. Memories of his parents flashed through his mind, their hopeful faces, their untimely demise. The weight of their legacy felt like a crushing burden on his shoulders.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” Kouta continued, his voice softening to a mockingly sympathetic tone. “They’re gone, and all they left behind is you and Suzuki. It’s a pity you’re squandering their legacy with your cold heart.”

Kuremu’s vision blurred with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. “I’m doing the best I can. I’m making something of myself, unlike some people,” he said through gritted teeth.

Kouta’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with malice. “We’ll see how far that gets you. Don’t disappoint me, Kuremu. You’ve already done that enough.”

With a final, forceful shrug, Kuremu broke free from Kouta’s grip and stormed out of the house, the door slamming shut behind him. The cold morning air hit his face, a stark contrast to the heated exchange he had just endured. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead, and set off towards the meeting point, his mind already focused on the journey to come.

Dobutsumé sat at the counter for her family’s shop, twirling a pen in her hand. Having just finished dealing with a stranger to Lanai who had come for last night’s celebration, she noticed Hayashi approaching, who she greeted with a warm, “What’s up, Ichihara?”

Hayashi nodded awkwardly, as he often did when standing in place. Giving a gentle rub to the back of a stick-bug he had grabbed shortly before entering the Yoshisawa farm. “Just wanted to check on my fish.”

“Fish?” Dobutsumé questioned with a curious expression, causing Hayashi to pause and stare at her through his round, green goggles, his similarly colored poncho hiding his stance.

“M-my… my fish.”

With a light chuckle, Dobutsumé tossed the blazer that barely covered her shoulders back onto the chair and got up. “Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you.” Hayashi’s heart skipped a beat, but he sighed in relief and followed her through the shop, eventually reaching some back rooms, where another boy was grabbing small fish to feed into a large tank with eel-shark-esque creatures that quickly gobbled them up.

“Here you are,” Dobutsumé said as they walked up to a tank labeled [Ichihara, H. – Nawaki & Katsumi]. Hayashi pressed his hand against the glass, smiling as the two large fish swam up to greet him. Whispering a few words to them, he turned back to Dobutsumé and gave her a bow, thanking her for her time.

“Don’t worry. My mother said she’d personally check on them every other day,” Dobutsumé reassured as they returned to the front desk. There, they found Kuremu waiting, a plastic cup with his prize resting on the counter.

“It’s not even noon, and we’ve had eight people pass through. Busy day,” Dobutsumé noted.

Hayashi nodded to Kuremu, but they exchanged no words. Instead, Kuremu  engaged Dobutsumé in conversation, replying, “Oh? Well, hopefully I won’t take up too much more of your time.”

Dobutsumé scooted back in her seat, warming her wrists from the cold counter as she rested her hands beside the keyboard. “What’s that?” she asked, nodding toward the cup.

“Won it in a bet last night. No idea what it is, figured I’d come by and ask you,” Kuremu said, placing the cup on the counter.

“What happened to ‘only people like Sabani gamble’?”

“It’s not a gamble when you know you’re going to win.”

With a smirk, Dobutsumé picked up the cup and examined it closely. “Hmm… Well, it’s not something I immediately recognize, so it’s nothing common to our area. Who did you get it from?”

Shrugging and scratching his nose, Kuremu explained, “Some stranger. He wanted to be all mysterious, so I went along with it. He looked like he was Nahokan, spoke in a weird accent, and gave the name ‘Hansha.’ But I think it was fake, like his dyed blonde hair. He looked our age but was really tall, like six foot.”

“Kuro?”

“Hmm?” Kuremu stopped and looked at the clerk.

“Too much. Just want to know about this little guy,” Dobutsumé said, tapping the pinky of the hand holding the cup.

“Oh, right… He said it was a rare specimen but didn’t tell me anything about it besides it’ll eat any living thing, mammal or insect.”

Pendulating the cup back and forth in her hand, Dobutsumé stared at Kuremu through its plastic. “Aposematism. It doesn’t appear overly aggressive in nature.” The creature rested softly on its stick, watching Dobutsumé as she brought her face closer, sniffing the cup. “Nor does it have a foul taste or smell. The dorsal scales are likely sharp but probably not enough to cause its coloring, so it’s likely toxic or venomous, which may go in line with the notion that it’ll eat anything, though mammals are usually too big for something of this size. Did he say if its water needed to be clean or wild?”

“Uh…” Raising his hands with a shrug, Kuremu shook his head.

“Have you attempted to feed it?”

Shaking his head again, Dobutsumé placed the cup on the counter and walked past a door behind her, leaving Kuremu and Hayashi standing in place. She returned moments later with a thumb-sized insectoid creature typically used for small animal feeding and fishing, held within a hand-sized plastic container.

“Think it’s a reptile?”

“At first glance, you might think it’s a reptile, but I can’t think of many with arms like the ones it’s using to hold onto that stick.”

“Huh…” As Dobutsumé placed the cup inside the box, Kuremu warned, “Be careful. He said it was a curious creature and could be really destructive when it grew bored.”

“Oh, I am. While it’s never good to be bitten by something venomous, it’s especially not good when you don’t know what it is.” Covering the box with a lid to prevent the insect from escaping, she typed a few things on her computer before looking at Kuremu and saying, “And now, we wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“My mom. She shouldn’t be long.”

“She’s going to open the cup?”

“Oh no, she’ll probably have me do that. She gets really freaked out with reptiles, or in this case, reptile-like creatures, so I handle them. I just want a second opinion.”

With a nod, the two waited for several minutes as the creature’s head lifted from its perch, looking first at Kuremu and then at the insect.

“Hungry little guy?” Kuremu asked. The creature flicked its tongue at him, and he responded as if it had spoken, “Don’t worry, you can eat in just a few more minutes.” With another flick of its tongue, it rested its head back on the stick.

Kanako eventually arrived, questioning, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be spending your last day with your brother and Kouta?”

“Oh, I… I’ve already said my goodbyes. I’m just waiting for everyone else, Mrs. Yoshisawa.”

“Alright, if you say so… I can’t complain much. I have Dobutsumé working until she leaves.” Kanako listened to her daughter explain the mystery creature and agreed to give it a look over before they attempted to open the cup. “Well… On first glance, it looks kind of reptilian, so more your area, Sumé.”

“You don’t have any idea either?”

“No, it’s definitely not something that passes through here often.” Unsure of what to make of it, Kuremu crossed his arms and looked at the creature as Kanako asked, “How much do you want for it?”

“W-what?”

“I can’t offer any high price, but I’m sure we can find a mutually happy medium.”

“No, I’m not going to sell it… At least, I don’t plan to.”

“Can you say that with an offer like… five Os?”

“Five Os?… Five Os?!” Kuremu jumped, not expecting such a high starting price.

“Five.”

“Well, that’s… a lot…” Clearing his throat for a moment, he looked at the small, hand-sized creature resting on its stick. “That’s a lot…”

“Is a lot enough?”

Thinking for a minute, Kuremu shook his head. “I… I don’t know…”

“Tell you what. We’ll open its lid and let it eat. Depending on how it acts, I might lower… or raise my price. And you can get a better idea if you want it.” With a nod from Kuremu, Dobutsumé went to open the lid but was stopped by her mother, who waved toward Kuremu. “Normally, I insist we deal with new animals. But since we’re negotiating whether or not you really want it, why don’t you? You can’t be scared of it if you want to keep it, right?”

This sparked a quick argument between Dobutsumé and her mother, however Kuremu nodded and hesitantly grabbed the cup. With its lid getting untightened, the creature lifted its head and took on a more coiled defensive posture as Kuremu retracted his hand from the cup.

After a few seconds, a pair of long tendrils separated from either side of the creature’s body and rose up past the rim of its retainer, where the three spotted a pair of small eyes resting atop of each. “It’s scanning.” Dobutsumé said with a bit of excitement. “Vertical slits?” She questioned, taking note of the two different eye shapes from the main body and the tendrils.

Spotting the insectoid on the counter, the tendrils, acting like periscopes seemed to hone in on it before the eyes closed and in a swift action, pushed against the rim of the cup to catapult it’s main body directly on top of the insect. Causing Kuremu to jump back, Dobutsumé and her mother closely examined it as it began to coil around its lunch.

“Fascinating little guy!” Dobutsumé exclaimed. “Did you see the two pairs of appendages, just outside its mouth?”

“Like chelicerates pedipalps.” Kanako said with a smile.

“And the way it’s constricting, it’s likely holding onto the bottom of the insect with those arms.” Dobutsumé mumbled, a high interest in the new critter as she watched intently.

“Six Os.” Kanako says, unable to take her eyes off the creature as Kuremu glances at her for a moment before looking back to his prize. Hesitating to respond, Kuremu states after a moment of watching it, “I really think it’s cool… But Suzuki could use the money.”

“The Elders of the city have given us permission to open a new building in the main square of the city. This little guy will be the perfect main attraction.” She said with a wide smile before quickly turning to grab her purse.

“Do you want to name it?” Dobutsumé questioned, still unable to take her eyes off it.

“Uh… Isn’t that more something you guys would do? Or like scientists?”

“For it’s family, sure, but I mean specifically. Everything needs a name.”

Nodding, Kuremu looked over to Hayashi for a moment who had returned to his fish, talking to them in the other room. Thinking for a moment, Kuremu watched the creature gnawing on its meal. “Utsukanushii.”

In the courtyard of the Hosoda residence, grunts filled the air as Kotaru sparred a local fighter. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his dark, spiky hair sticking to his skin. Each strike was precise, every movement calculated.

“Good, Kotaru. Keep your form tight,” his mentor, an older, muscular man, instructed from the sidelines.

Kotaru nodded, focusing intently. “I will, Sensei. I need to be ready for anything out there,” he thought, not just for himself, but for the pride of the Hosoda clan. Every strike he made was for his family, his ancestors, and the future he wanted to secure.

“You’ve always been determined, Kotaru. Just remember, strength isn’t everything. Keep your mind sharp, too.”

“Yes, Sensei,” Kotaru replied, landing a final blow that sent his opponent sprawling. He helped the man up, then turned to his mentor, a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll make the Hosoda name proud. Caipat will remember us, Sensei. I swear,” his voice resolute.

The mentor, Master Tanaka, regarded Kotaru with a mixture of pride and concern. “Your dedication is commendable, Kotaru. But don’t let your aggression blind you. The path to greatness isn’t just through force. Remember why you fight.”

Kotaru clenched his fists, his gaze unwavering. “I understand, Sensei. But the Hosoda have always thrived through strength and will. I won’t let anything stand in our way.”

Master Tanaka sighed, patting Kotaru on the shoulder. “Just remember, balance is key. Now, take a break. You’ll need your energy for the journey ahead.”

Kotaru nodded, reluctantly stepping back and taking a seat on a nearby rock. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his thoughts racing. His mind wandered to his family, the Hosoda clan, one of the four original families that built Lanai. Their legacy was his driving force.

A younger clan member, Ryota, approached him, carrying a water flask as Master Tanaka and the fighter went inside. “You were incredible out there!.”

Kotaru aggressively took the flask, nodding, but mostly ignoring Ryota. “It’s not just about physical strength.” His master’s words bite into him as he thinks about his past, and what his mission means for the clan’s future. “It’s about dedication, loyalty, and the willingness to do whatever it takes for our clan!”

Ryota’s eyes widened with admiration. “I won’t forget that, Kotaru. I’ll train harder.”

Kotaru scoffed, throwing the flask back at Ryota, saying with a furrowed brow. “The Hosoda need warriors. Not sniffling suck-ups.”

“Y-yes, Kotaru.” Ryota replies, fumbling the flask around his hands before giving an intense bow. “I’ll do better.”

“Just get out of here.” Kotaru said, wiping the sweat from his shoulders with a towel. “Go and get my bags ready.” Ryota nodded and gave another intense bow before rushing off, leaving Kotaru alone to his thoughts, but not for long, as Kotaru heard a voice that caused him to jump to attention.

“What will you do when you don’t have cousins to push around?” Hachiro Hasoda, the clan leader, had quietly entered the courtyard and was walking along the stone path.

“Father!” Kotaru greeted, bowing respectfully to his father who peered at his son with a mixture of pride and expectation.

“Are you sure you’re ready for the journey? I was even able to sneak up on you, how do you think you’ll do against the threats of Mori-Seitoshi?” Hachiro questioned, partly joking through a commanding and ever serious voice.

“I’ve trained tirelessly. I won’t fail the Hosoda.” Kotaru said with a large audible gulp following.

“Good,” Hachiro nodded, studying his son for a moment. “The journey you’re about to undertake is not just for you, but for our entire clan. Remember that.”

Kotaru straightened, determination etched into his features. “I will, Father. The Hosoda will rise, and Caipat will never forget our name.” He watched his father enter the clan’s estate, its inner walls adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the clan’s storied history.

In the peaceful confines of a temple, Chikai knelt before a statue, his massive sword laid carefully beside him as the early morning light filtered through the temple windows, casting a serene glow on the stone floor, only the rustling of leaves outside entered the silence.

Finally finished his meditation, Chikai opened his eyes, a shadow crossing his face as he felt the presence of one of the monks of the temple. “I have much to atone for.”

“The path to redemption is long, but you are not alone,” the monk said gently.

Chikai nodded slowly. “I know. I just hope I can find my way.”

“You will. Trust in yourself.”

After a moment, Chikai rose slowly, gathering his giant sword. Giving a bow respectfully to the statue before stepping outside into the crisp morning air. Making his way to the temple’s garden, a peaceful haven where he often sought solace. He drew his sword, its weight familiar and comforting. With a deep breath, he began a series of slow, deliberate movements, practicing his forms. Each swing was precise, each step measured, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy.

As he trained, Chikai’s mind wandered to the face of those he had hurt in the past. Each swing of his massive cleaver felt like a penance, a way to atone for the lives he had taken. His senses so swallowed by his mind, he hadn’t noticed another monk had begun patiently waiting for him to finish his routine, watching quietly. “You seem troubled today,” the monk stated, causing Chikai to pause and rest his sword against the ground.

Chikai nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. “The journey ahead weighs heavily on my mind. I fear what we have to do once we arrive in Caipat. What we have to face after the journey is over.”

“You have strength, Bunkara, both in body and spirit. Trust in that.”

“It’s not my strength I’m worried about,” Chikai admitted, looking down at his hands. “It’s my past. The things I’ve done… The things I have to continue to do… They haunt me.”

The monk placed a reassuring hand on Chikai’s shoulder. “Redemption is a journey, not a destination. Each step you take is one away from the shadows of your past.”

Chikai gave a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. Your words mean a lot, Sire.”

“Give me Harpia, I’ll have the blacksmith give it a look over.” The monk commanded, offering his hands out. “You should spend your last hours here saying goodbye to your home.”

Hesitant to do so, never feeling right when his sword wasn’t by his side, he gave the seven foot greatsword to the monk, unable to question their commands or teachings.Feeling almost vulnerable, Chikai took a quick glance around the garden as he approached the gate leaving the temple grounds. Its peaceful nature quietly accepted his presence, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. However he still turned and left the grounds, only to be met with immediate chaos as a small child bumped into him.

“Hey! Watch it!” Suzuki squeaked before recognizing Chikai.

“Suzuki? What’re you doing here?” Chikai questioned, crouching to the child’s level, giving a faint smile. “Shouldn’t you be with Kuremu?”

“He’s busy.” Suzuki shook his head. “He’s always busy. So I came to hang out with you instead.”

Chikai hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “S-sure, why not? Come on, let’s take a walk. The monks kicked me out for now,” he said jokingly, not wanting to reveal the joy and honor he felt that Suzuki thought to spend their final day together.

As they strolled through the city streets, Suzuki chatted animatedly about everything that came to his mind. Chikai listened patiently, his usual phlegmatic demeanor softening slightly in the boy’s presence.

“Did you know there’s another festival coming up?” Suzuki asked, eyes sparkling. “Kouta said I couldn’t attend last night’s because it was for adults, but the next one is going to be for everyone! There will be games, food, and lots of fun!”

Chikai nodded. “I’ve heard. Perhaps if I get back in time, we can enjoy it together.”

Suzuki’s expression faltered slightly. “Maybe… if he’s not too busy…”

Chikai patted the boy’s head gently. “He cares about you, Suzu. He’s just trying to make sure you both have a better future.”

“I know,” Suzuki sighed. “I just wish he had more time for me.”

“Sometimes, people get so focused on their goals that they forget the important things around them,” Chikai said softly. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t care.”

Suzuki looked up at him, eyes filled with determination. “I’ll make sure Kuremu remembers. We’ll have fun together, no matter what!”

Chikai smiled, a rare, genuine smile. “That’s the spirit, Suzu. Now, how about we get you a snack from the market?”

Suzuki’s face lit up. “Yes, please!”

As they walked back toward the blacksmith’s shop, Chikai felt a sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Perhaps, he thought, redemption wasn’t just about making up for past mistakes. Maybe it was also about finding moments of joy in the present and sharing them with those who mattered.

“Chikai, why are you always so serious?” Suzuki beamed as he stared up to Chikai, a bag of treats in hand, causing Chikai to look down to Suzuki in surprise, not holding a response he felt appropriate.

“I guess I have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?”

Chikai paused, thinking about how to answer. “I want to protect the people I care about. Sometimes that means I have to focus and work hard, even if it makes me seem serious.”

Suzuki nodded thoughtfully. “Like Kuremu? He’s always training too. But he still makes time to play with me sometimes.”

“Yes, like Kuremu.” Chikai said abruptly. “ Come on, Suzu. Let’s head to the meeting point. Maybe you can see Kuremu before we leave.”

Suzuki nodded eagerly, holding Chikai’s hand as they walked together.

An old beaten-up guitar strummed a C-sharp minor, followed by a D minor, then an E minor, the notes resonating through the air as the player called into the microphone from a hoisted stage. The musician’s strums officially marked the beginning of the 60th anniversary celebration, as night began to fall on the ever-lively minor-city of Lanai.

Stalls lined the main street of the large community, vendors selling foods and trinkets, offering entertainment and quick games, drawing in people—both residents and those passing through—who packed the small city streets. Colorful lights in shades of red, blue, green, orange, yellow, and purple illuminated the scene as the sun set. Children ran around with their families, couples held hands while their pictures were taken. Everyone was dressed in their nicest ceremonial attire, except for those just passing through, who instead opted for one of the ceremonial masks sold throughout the festival. The music from the stage echoed through the city streets, even reaching the prisoners locked in the walls that surround the city, who occasionally danced and were offered food from the stalls by whoever felt polite enough to share.

A loud, abrupt sneeze broke the silence that had developed between Urasadi and Hotonashi. Hotonashi, a young woman dressed in a light-colored tsukesage kimono adorned with motifs of a red forest and along its front-left shoulder and front-left sleeve, symmetrically along its hem, a rather pretty depiction of a dark smoke-like therianthrope which represents the kami of mystery; sometimes also believed to be the kami of romance, gave her friend a prayer, to which he thanked her. Urasadi, a young man with notably dark skin for the region—often questioned if he was actually from the S.S.F., a country of mixed cultures and people—raised his hand, causing his formalwear’s sleeve to slide back, revealing a series of tribal-esque tattoos unique to him in the region, hinting at his punk-like history. He held a large stick of food, reminiscent of a cob of corn, covered in a brown, honey-like condiment.

Stepping away from the food stand they had stopped at, Urasadi wrapped an arm around Hotonashi’s shoulders and took a big bite from his food before questioning with a mouth full, “This guy is pretty good, but from what my brother said, Rib-ter and—” pausing for a moment to swallow, he continued, “and Vos-Taurtul are supposed to play tonight.”

“Taurtul? Really?” Hotonashi questioned as a child split them apart, running between them.

“Yep, though I think I heard Incubation left a few months ago, so we’ll see how the new bassist is. Still can’t wait to see them in person!”

As they resumed their conversation about music, they passed another, much smaller stage where a group of interpretative dancers performed in line with the music, forming a type of silent play. This caught the attention of Chikai Bunkara, one of Hotonashi and Urasadi’s peers who had mostly kept to himself over the years. Watching the dancers intently, a smile crept across his face as he brushed his longer hair out of his eyes. A small scar marked the bottom half of his chin. His formal attire, an oddly chosen mix of maroon and gray with no specific designs, somehow suited him.

Further down the street was a water gun festival game where the contestant who hit the target the longest won. Among the twelve contestants for this round were Naruhatsu, wearing a short-skirted, long-sleeved white kimono with a red cloud crest, a red waist sash, and a red and yellow stole that contrasted with her unmistakably natural long blue hair and pale skin. Beside her was Richaku, who had been dragged there by Naruhatsu and wore shin-high gray pants with a faded green vest over a light gray t-shirt with a large collar, not taking part in the festive attire.

His facial expression showed his boredom. He’d have been perfectly content lying on his bed, eating a bag of crunchion-sticks, and reading. As the game vendor gave the signal to start, Richaku looked over to see Naruhatsu smirking, her orange eyeliner highlighting her unusually pale face. She was about to cheat, controlling the heat and pressure of the gas in her gun to maintain a perfect balance that allowed her to stay on target. A small child, jostled by the normal power of the water gun, fell from the stool holding him and crashed to the ground, crying more from shock than pain. Naruhatsu, distracted by the child, missed the target just long enough for another contestant to win, causing her to cover her face with a hand.

“Uh-oh,” Dobutsumé said, hearing the child’s whines from the next street over. Her acute hearing faintly picked up the parents dismissing a passerby, claiming the child was simply overreacting.

“What?” Kanako, Dobutsumé’s mother and a beast of a woman with broad, muscular shoulders and toned arms, questioned. She was interrupted as a customer stopped by their stall, asking for one of their specially made biscuits for their pet—a small, four-armed lemur-like creature with a pronounced snout and eyes on antennae, a Kiarui.

Just a bit away from the stall, Sabani stood with his hands clasped in front of him, bowing and whispering a prayer for his ancestors to rest but guide him if he veered off his destined path. After a moment, he straightened himself and blew out the candle, finishing the prayer. As its smoke slithered through the air, a masked man stood just a few meters behind the shrine, watching Sabani, who stared back for a moment, annoyed at the stranger’s lack of respect. Scoffing, he walked away, shouldering a few passing tourists and raising a stick of meat he’d picked from one of the stands, not paying. As the music shifted to a more hard rock/grunge band, Sabani bobbed to the beat, chuckling as a familiar voice shouted for participants in the Yuwa-Kenka—a style of sparring similar to Sumo Wrestling but meant for lighter participants.

Maneuvering through the growing crowd, Sabani watched as Nomi, now wearing a mask covering the top half of their face with an afro wig and a white cloak with sharp black patterns, called out to their fans in a borderline offensive accent, imitating a Timitian historical figure they had watched just a few nights prior.

“Don’t worry, Lanai! I’ll stop these… these villains from harming our reputation and our beautiful home, for I am… Mi-gea Abund-ance-Oh!” The crowd clapped, while Sabani laughed harder than the rest. Nomi’s opponent stepped into the ring, wearing more typical Yuwa-Kenka attire of tight shirts and shorts. The referee smacked his hands, signaling the start as Nomi ran for their opponent, jumping at the last second, sending their knees into the tourist’s chest, bouncing back into a handspring, and landing back on their feet. The opponent fell from the lifted ring onto the surrounding cushions.

“Mi-gea Abund-ance-Oh!” the crowd exclaimed, cheering the short but fun spectacle as Nomi bowed.

“Whoa, that was fast!” the referee said. “I hope the rest of the matches tonight don’t go by that fast, otherwise I spent more time setting up than actually showing.” His joke fell flat as the crowd deadpanned him.

Sabani took another bite from his stick as the next opponent climbed into the ring, raising a flag to show he was from another settlement, causing the crowd to boo, which Nomi used as fuel, expressing intense disdain.

“I’ll snatch that flag and cover it with dirt before I really start giving you trouble!” Nomi barked in the questionable accent.

“Do you really think you could defeat me, Mi-gea!?” The opponent sneered, putting on a more believable accent that caused Nomi to rear and gasp, before ripping off his mask to reveal himself as Okatara-Mun, a Mumistian with canine-like features and a fur mix of black and white which was covered by his orange, gray, and red clothing.

“O-Okatara…Mun!?” Nomi stuttered, shaking.

“You did well against that no-name, but could a neophyte like you give me a real fight?” Okatara-Mun challenged. His false accent forcing ‘real’ to sound like ‘rio’.

“W-wh-well-why, y-yes… Yes, yes, I can… A-and I will! As a matter of a fact, it’s I that should be questioning you, Okatara, should I go all out, or hold back, as I did with the last one I cast from my territory?”

Missing the referee’s clap to start the match, Nomi was shocked by Okatara-Mun’s speed. He flew across the ring, bit onto Nomi’s cloak, twisted around, and slammed Nomi into the center of the ring. “You forgot the Mun,” he whispered in a broken accent. Nomi let out a wheeze as he was tossed from the ring, past the cushions, and into the crowd. Flailing in slow motion, Nomi questioned the series of events before looking down to see Okatara-Mun standing on all fours, pushing off the ground to become bipedal again.

“Ah-hahaha! Okatara-Mun, the Great and Powerfuru, wins another match! Is there no one else who can challenge me-uh?” Sabani laughed loudly at the quick failure of the ‘Hero of Lanai;, joined by a higher-pitched laugh which caught his attention. Curious as to who else held his humor, he looked for the source and saw Airakase, another peer, dressed eerily similar to him, in a red kimono with a pink floral pattern and gray highlights. Her bright blonde hair, catching the festival lights, hung past her waist as she bellowed a deep hearty laugh that was rare from her.

The sight of her caused Sabani to grow red, lowering his head and clearing his throat before taking another bite from his stick, however Kaorai, offended by her laughs, rushed to Nomi’s side, clutching their hands in his, as Nomi looked to him.

“Go.. And avenge.. Mi-gea, Kubo.” Letting go, Nomi dramatically acted out a death scene, causing Kaorai to look to the sky and give out a cry.

Climbing onto the ring, Kaorai donned Nomi’s mask and assumed their pose before declaring in an exaggerated accent, “Mi-gea Abund-ance-Oh! Will fight you… Okatara Mun!”

“Oi,” Okatara-Mun barked, snarling. “Another one? Haven’t you learned? No matter how much you try, you’ll never beat me. Now go home before I take you out too!”

“Something you obviously haven’t figured out during your short stay here, Okatara-Mun… Is that we are all Mi-gea! Because we all hold the Abund-ance inside of us, OH!” Kaorai says, attempting to copy the awful accent that Nomi had put on.

The referee clapped his hands to start, and the two ran for each other, taking fighting poses as they neared. Okatara-Mun attempted the same tackle but missed. Kaorai ducked, dodged, rolled, and slid past the dog-like opponent, only for Okatara-Mun to spring off the rope, shoulder-checking Kaorai and sending him sliding back to the center. Standing, Kaorai returned to his fighting pose as the crowd cheered.

Kaorai steadied himself, his heart pounding with anticipation. The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers echoing through the night. Okatara-Mun’s canine features twisted into a sneer, showing his disdain for yet another challenger.

“You think you can beat me?” Okatara-Mun growled, his voice dripping with contempt.

Kaorai adjusted Nomi’s mask. He adopted a pose, mimicking the dramatic stance Nomi had used. “Mi-gea Abund-ance-Oh! will defeat you, Okatara Mun!” he declared, his voice booming over the noise of the crowd.

The referee clapped his hands to signal the start of the second round, and the two combatants charged for each other. Okatara-Mun attempted the same tackle, but Kaorai was ready. He ducked, rolled, and slid past Okatara-Mun with surprising agility. The crowd’s cheers grew louder, their excitement palpable.

Okatara-Mun quickly recovered, springing off the ropes and aiming another shoulder check at Kaorai. But this time, Kaorai was prepared. He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack, and countered with a swift kick to Okatara-Mun’s midsection. The canine-like opponent staggered back, momentarily winded.

Seizing the opportunity, Kaorai launched a series of quick, precise strikes, each one landing with a satisfying thud. Okatara-Mun growled in frustration, attempting to land a hit of his own, but Kaorai was too quick, evading each attack with practiced ease.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their eyes glued to the ring. Sabani, still munching on his food, watched intently, his earlier laughter replaced with genuine interest. Airakase, who had been laughing heartily at Nomi’s earlier defeat, now cheered for Kaorai along with the crowd.

However, it wasn’t enough, as Okatara-Mun’s signature, the ‘Dogu-Kicku’, was finally used. Okatara-Mun raised his paw and gave a bark, quickly turning and lowering his body, sweeping Kaorai’s feet and sending him tumbling into the ring, where Okatara-Mun pounced and gave a final kick which sent Kaorai off the ring and into the cushions below.

As Kaorai held onto his chest from the kick, Okatara-Mun looked amongst the crowd who cheered. Realizing that Kaorai’s point wasn’t to beat him, but was to show that Mi-gea, and by extension, Lanai, could take on, maybe not yet defeat, but at least stand up to what the outside world has to offer. Before the next challenger entered, Okatara-Mun, as well as Sabani and Airakase, looked to Kaorai and gave him a nod of respect, with Nomi, now recovered from their terrifying defeat, rushing to their friend’s side, congratulating and thanking him for not letting Mi-gea go down so easily.

As the evening wore on, Urasadi and Hotonashi found themselves in a stall selling traditional festival masks. Urasadi picked up a mask decorated with intricate patterns and held it up to his face. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled.

Hotonashi giggled, adjusting the mask slightly. “It suits you. Very mysterious.”

Urasadi grinned behind the mask, slipping it into his bag before they continued their stroll through the festival. The lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the streets. They passed by stalls selling everything from handmade jewelry to delicious street food, the scents of various dishes wafting through the air.

Almost three hours into the festival, just after Vos-Taurtul finished their performance, the announced dance commenced. Kanane and Kotaru, two more students, set the mood with their singing and bass playing respectively, Kotaru occasionally offering soft, deeper backing vocals. Among the crowd was Hayashi, Kanane’s cousin, who smiled at his kin’s performance, being taken on a nostalgic trip when he heard her begin to play a pair of small drums that oddly complemented their duet. As usual, Hayashi said nothing and didn’t particularly look at the passing people, simply leaning against a light pole and watching the stage.

Nearby, Gaidoshu, dressed in a white hazmat jumpsuit adorned with hand-drawn colorful cartoon characters, let out a rattling noise through his half-face respirator. “This isn’t so bad,” said Kuremu, another student standing beside the hunched Gaidoshu. He smiled as he watched Kowasuki, dressed in a red and black kimono with purple and navy blue firefly patterns matching her dark blue hair, dance with Kakkonosu, whose attire matched hers with dark blue and black colors and a light blue and white grasshopper pattern.

“Should… have asked her,” Gaidoshu stated after a few seconds, prompting an awkward laugh from Kuremu.

“No, I… You think?” Kuremu questioned for a second before shaking his head and continuing, his thoughts bringing him down. “No, I… They look much better. I mean, I didn’t even dress for the occasion.” Kuremu said, giving a quick glance to his regular clothing, a deep blue short sleeved shirt, with orange seams “Plus, I don’t really know how to… dance, just kind of… waddle back and forth.”

Gaidoshu stared at his friend, knowing more was about to come. His short wavy hair was split and wet as always.

“And you know, they’re a lot closer. I get along with Suki, but she and Konosu are always together. It would have been strange to walk up and have him just kind of watching while I got rejected, you know? No, this… this isn’t so bad.”

“You already… said that.”

“Did I? Well… just reiterating it, I guess. It isn’t. Nice food, fun games. Music’s been pretty good, really cool seeing a bunch of bands live. We’ve never seen that in person. I haven’t ever seen a Hosoda and Ichihara on stage together. And look, I won this little thing.” Raising a transparent plastic-lidded cup, Kuremu showed a small idiosyncratic creature with an elongated, worm-like torso, a strong, thick tail, an elevated head on a thick neck, and a set of round eyes that stared ahead. It coiled around a stick, its ape-like arms holding onto it, taking a defensive posture with a flick of its forked tongue. “Huh, guess it doesn’t care for you?”

“It’s… like a… reptile?” Gaidoshu questioned, his respirator letting out more rattles as he took heavy breaths between words. He recognized its neon-blue striped pattern on a black and red background of keeled dorsal scales, a sign of toxicity.

“No idea, I’ll have to ask Yoshisawa later. For now, all I know is it’s really cool, and I’ve never seen anything like it. The guy I won it from said it eats most living things, from insects to mammals. Called it a curious little bastard that can be fairly destructive if left unattended and said it’s as easy as it is difficult to befriend.” Looking at the creature through the cup, Kuremu smiled. “I don’t know, I think it’s kind of cute.”

As Kanane and Kotaru finished up their act, they introduced onto stage, Getsueikiritel, a large, intimidating bald headed man who happened to be the head of the city’s military. All of the named characters thus far have been under Getsueikiritel’s indirect tutelage the past five years of their lives, working towards the opportunity to be sent to Caipat as envoy’s for Lanai.

“First of all, on behalf of myself and my brother. Thank. You. For participating in Lanai’s sixtieth foundance-day.” Getsueikiritel’s rough, hoarse voice broke Sabani’s soul, as he was on his way to finally ask Airakase to dance, only to be reminded of the years of favoritism he had been shown with frequent beatings and punishments at the hands of Getsueikiritel. “For the guests and migrants, I. Am. Getsueikiritel Entenryu, the brother of this settlement’s leader. Normally, he handles these events. But… He’s busy.” Emphasizing ‘busy’, Getsueikiritel explained he would name the children who held the top scores in the city and were therefore chosen to be the twenty sent to the capital of the country, Caipat. Most festivities halted out of respect for one of the settlement’s leaders and the first generation of Lanai Initiates, who had trained hard to be prepared for the outside world.

“Bunkara, Chikai,” Getsueikiritel started, causing Chikai to pause his conversation with one of the dancers he had been watching earlier and smile, proud of passing when he had been certain he wouldn’t. “Histori, Urasadi,” led to abrupt laughter from Sabani and Airakase, ignored by Urasadi, who hoisted Hotonashi into the air and spun around, yelling in victory. “Hosoda, Kotaru,” caused a loud and piercing scream just off the stage, which the mic echoed. Hayashi lowered his head and turned to walk home, smiling when he heard both his and Kanane Ishihara’s names called. Sabani, with a face of pride and fake humility, let out a few “Calm down, yes, I’m Sabani Jaidai, but calm down now,” leading to applause, as his name was called next.

“Kaminaga, Kakkonosu,” came as no surprise as he had held top scores through the academy. Wrapping his arm around Kowasuki, he gave the crowd a forced smile, not holding any actual joy in his passing. Hearing his name, “Kichirou, Kuremu” clapped with everyone else as Gaidoshu placed a congratulatory hand on his shoulder. When Getsueikiritel called “Makita, Richaku,” Naruhatsu screamed in excitement, having been worried his lack of interest and laziness would have too lowly affected his scores for him to pass, before she jumped into a hug with him. “Mashimo, Kowasuki,” received the loudest applause, the younger sister of Goushida Karakai-Hōdan, a war hero of Lanai, as well as its most famous resident. Letting out a breath of relief that she had been holding for weeks, a wide, colorful smile ran across her face as Kakkonosu embraced her in a hug, her eyes becoming misty from joy. “Royama, Gaidoshu,” was called, but overshadowed by applause for Kowasuki, with only Kuremu offering him a high-five, reciprocated with a hidden smile.

Applause and whistles calmed, only for a moment before rising again as “Sakatani, Tensakami,” is heard over the speakers. While the applause is loud, it comes to surprise no one as Tensakami was considered by most in the settlement that knew him to be the best of his peers, surpassing everyone generally and only being rivaled by few in their specific fields. Naruhatsu Sakurai’s name was overshadowed by the respect for Tensakami, similar to Gaidoshu’s previously, even Richaku looking away at the crowd around, ignorant to her name being called. “Sanjo, Hotonashi” was once again lifted in the air by Urasadi who celebrated her reveal more than she did, however both stop and become slightly depressed as they hear,  “Sanjou, Airakase”, which causes Sabani to fist pump before freezing as he noticed her laughing at his expression.

As “Seiki, Kaorai,” was called, Sabani was hit with pie, unaware of Kaorai’s preparation, having known that his name was coming up. Shaking and wiping the pastry from his face and giving a hard blow from his nose to get the bits that flew in, stares intently at Kaorai who celebrates with a small dance before pointing at Sabani and calling out loudly,

“If you were a betting man, eh, Sab?! Well, looks like you would have lost!”

Gritting his teeth, Sabani expressed “Whatever” before walking away, done with Kaorai’s taunting.

While still getting an applause, the name “Yoe, Ara,” is called but is mostly met with questions as to her identity. Only Richaku had even noticed her standing on the balcony of her apartment earlier. He was the only one in the whole settlement that bothered trying to get to know her, as she made it clear several years ago that she wanted nothing to do with anyone.

The Yoshisawa stall explodes in cheers as Dobutsumé’s name is called, her parents squeezing her in a hug as her mother takes a moment to say in a warm, heartfelt embrace, “I’m so proud of you, Sumé!” 

With only the name “Yujinko,” leaving Getsueikirite’s lips before Kaorai pointed and laughed at Sabanai again, as the announcer finished “Nomi,”

“That’s two for two, if I was a casino, I’d kneecap you right now for losing and being in so much debt!” Gritting his teeth by Kaorai’s joyful taunt, Sabani rolls his eyes. A lot of the other studnets gave expressions of disappointment and sadness, causing a direct statement from Getsueikirite.

“I see a lot of sad warriors in the crowd, as you realize I’ve gotten to the end of the list, alphabetically. To those of you that failed… Classes resume next month. Do. Better.” Stopping himself, he lets the crowd finish their celebration for those who passed before explaining “To those who can count, this was only nineteen names. While his scores weren’t good enough to pass… I personally am going to pass just one more student.” The crowd grew silent, several of the failed students lifting their heads, hoping for it to be them. “Gakizuka, Shisei.” is a name that no one, especially the trainers of the academy expected as not only gasps escape the crowd but questions, not just of the decision but of the military leader himself. Even Urasadi and Hotonashi who spend almost everyday with Shisei pause out of surprise as no applause is given.

“Next up is Missing-Trees.” Getsueikiritel stated, leaving the stage to a silent crowd, broken by Kuremu’s hesitant claps, not wanting to bring attention to himself, but swallowed his anxiety and gave a few more harder claps, before Kowasuki began to clap with him, quickly leading to Kakkonosu to join as well, with more and more of the crowd slowly growing to give a couple of soft claps, but not nearly as much as they had for everyone else. A few last minute cries as some of the failed students couldn’t believe they had been out shined by Shisei, of all people.

“Hey… where is Shisei anyways?” Hotonashi questioned as Urasadi shrugged.

“Probably at the gym.”

The night continued to buzz with excitement, the festival in full swing despite most students having failed. Music by the Missing-Trees, laughter, and the clinking of glasses filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere of celebration. The residents of Lanai and visitors from beyond mingled, enjoying the festivities and the sense of community that permeated the event. The vibrant lights, the joyful faces, and the rich sounds of the festival created an enchanting scene, one where the hardships of the day were momentarily forgotten, replaced by a shared joy that bound everyone together. As the night deepened, the sense of unity grew stronger, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of all who were present.

In the dim, desolate remnants of a once-thriving world, a farm stood as a forlorn sentinel, wrapped in a thick blanket of mist and decay. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of burnt wood and lingering chemicals, remnants of a civilization long gone. Towering, skeletal trees with twisted branches clawed at the ashen sky, their blackened bark a stark contrast against the pale, ghostly fog that crept along the snow-covered ground like a living entity. Rusted remnants of old machinery lay scattered across the fields, half-buried in the toxic soil, their corroded forms silent witnesses to the passage of time and the relentless march of entropy.

The traders, known throughout the lands as Tengri, moved with a purpose that spoke of years spent traversing these desolate terrains. The Tengri were a sky caravan, famed and feared, riding on the backs of tamed Boidiats. These colossal creatures, with their flat, ten-meter-wide bodies covered in a thick, leathery hide, flew gracefully through the air, their powerful limbs moving in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic manner.

As Sabani was led closer to the waiting Boidiats, he could hear the low, resonant hum of tribal drums. The Tengri, dressed in leather and furs adorned with intricate beadwork and feathers, began their ancient chants, voices rising and falling in a haunting melody that echoed through the mist. The drums, crafted from wood and animal hide, produced a deep, throbbing beat that resonated in Sabani’s chest, a sound both comforting and unsettling.

The Boidiats, with their wide, expressive eyes and gentle yet formidable presence, awaited their riders patiently. Their fur, a mix of earth tones and patterned with natural markings, seemed to blend seamlessly with the environment, making them appear as if they were part of the landscape itself. The Tengri climbed onto their broad backs with practiced ease, securing Sabani onto one of the creatures with leather straps.

As the caravan took to the skies, the ground quickly disappeared beneath a blanket of swirling fog and snow. Sabani clung to the trader in front of him, feeling the wind whip through his hair and the rhythmic rise and fall of the Boidiat beneath him. The sky above, once a distant and unreachable expanse, now seemed close enough to touch.

The Tengri’s chants grew louder, their voices mingling with the rush of wind and the steady beat of the drums. Sabani watched in awe as the landscape unfolded beneath them, a patchwork of desolate fields, crumbling ruins, and sparse vegetation. The caravan moved as one, a testament to their unity and shared purpose, their cultural traditions a bridge between the past and the present.

One morning, the Boidiats descended through the mist, revealing a sight that took Sabani’s breath away. Below them lay a massive village, surrounded by a towering ten-meter wall, sturdy and well-maintained, a stark contrast to the decaying ruins he had known. As they drew closer, he could see the village within, bustling with activity and life. Towering buildings on stilts with tiled roofs that came down into a deep slope, but this wasn’t what caught his eye first. It was instead the snow, or lack thereof. For all his life, Sabani lived in a world where it drizzled during the mid-day, and heavily accumulated snow beneath the shroud of darkness, sometimes gathering up to ten feet in a single night. Yet this village had none. Instead, lively grass and flowers made up a majority of the ground, with the exception of stone pathways that mazed the village.

The Tengri landed outside the village gates in a clearing, where Sabani looked around. A once wild and unpredictable landscape now a harmonious blend of cultivated fields, orchards, and gardens. Beneath his feet wasn’t snow or filth, it was healthy soil and sand.

Their arrival was announced by the beating of drums and the low hum of chants. The gates opened slowly, revealing clean, cobblestone streets and buildings that stood upright and proud, made of wood and stone, adorned with carvings that shared the village’s past and culture. People moved with purpose and ease, their clothes clean and faces unmarked by the harshness of survival that Sabani had known. Children ran and played freely, their laughter a foreign sound to his ears.

Sabani was led through the streets, his eyes wide with wonder. He could feel heat gently rising from the stoned path, as if there was something beneath blowing it up. He saw vendors selling fresh produce, indicating the village’s sustainable agriculture, wells with crystal-clear water that flowed through a network of aqueducts and fountains, and homes that radiated warmth and security. The stark contrast to his past life was overwhelming, and a pang of longing struck him as he watched the village children play without a care.

At the center of the village stood a grand building, the hub of administrative activity. The Tengri escorted Sabani inside, where they were met by village officials dressed in fine, practical attire. The exchange was swift and formal, the Tengri handing over Sabani with the same business-like efficiency they applied to all their dealings.

One of the officials, a stern yet kind-faced woman, knelt down to Sabani’s level. “Welcome to Lanai,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “You will have a new home here, and you will learn our ways. Life will be different, but you will be safe on our island.”

Sabani nodded, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope. He was handed over to a caretaker, who led him away from the officials and out into the bustling heart of the village. As he walked, he looked back one last time at the Tengri, who were already preparing to leave, their role in his life complete.

The caretaker brought Sabani to a modest, well-kept home, where he was given clean clothes and a meal. The food was simple but nourishing, and as he ate, he felt the knots of anxiety begin to loosen. For the first time in his life, he slept in a bed with fresh linens, the sounds of the village a comforting lullaby.

The following days were a whirlwind of new experiences. Sabani was enrolled in the village school, where he learned to read and write, skills that had been unimaginable luxuries on the farm. He made tentative friends, other children who were curious about the newcomer but kind and accepting. Slowly, he began to find his place in this new world, a place where survival did not consume every waking moment.

The culture of Lanai was deeply rooted in the values and traditions of its founding clans. The Ichihara, a quiet group with large feet, moved with swift silence through the lands. They served as couriers and navigators, helping to discover the island and fence its borders. The Hosoda, proud and strong, were the keepers of the village’s laws, ensuring justice and order. The Sakatani, a modest people, possessed a unique kawatoshu—an extraordinary ability passed down through generations that allowed them to control water and transform their bodies into it. They used this gift to purify the island’s waters, construct aqueducts, and build large wells that acted as minor dams for hydropower. Finally, the Yoshisawa, beast masters and biologists, oversaw the village’s farms and pets. They had initially joined the village’s founder out of a desire to study the monsters that roamed the lands.

The customs of Lanai were evident in their daily lives, from the way they dressed to the ceremonies they held. Villagers wore garments made from natural fibers, often adorned with intricate embroidery depicting scenes from their history and mythology. Festivals celebrating the changing seasons, the harvest, and the enduring spirit of their ancestors were common, bringing the community together in joyous unity. During these festivals, music, dance, and storytelling played significant roles. Traditional instruments, such as flutes and drums, provided the rhythm for dances that had been passed down through generations, while storytellers recounted the legends and heroic tales of their forebears, preserving the rich cultural heritage of the village.

Education and craftsmanship were highly valued in Lanai. Schools taught the children not only practical skills but also the history and legends of their people. Artisans and craftsmen passed down their knowledge through apprenticeships, ensuring that the village’s legacy of excellence in metalwork, pottery, and weaving continued. The intricate designs found on their tools, clothing, and everyday objects reflected the deep connection they felt to their past and the pride they took in their work.

Lanai’s unique environment and strong sense of community created a stark contrast to the world outside its walls. Beyond the ten-meter high barrier, the snow fell incessantly, a reminder of the relentless cold that defined much of the world. But within Lanai, the warmth of both the geothermal heat and the villagers’ camaraderie created a safe haven, a place where hope and humanity could endure.

Years passed, and Sabani had woven a web of tales that painted him as a child of the grand capital city of Caipat. He had become known among the children of Lanai as a captivating storyteller, though his tales were far from the truth. The story of his origin, shrouded in mystery and grandeur, had made him a figure of intrigue and, sometimes, skepticism.

“I came from Caipat,” Sabani would say, his eyes sparkling with the excitement of his own fiction. “A city of towering buildings, bustling markets, and people from all over the world. My parents sent me here to Lanai to build a bridge between our two homes, to share our knowledge and culture.” The other children listened in awe, their imaginations painting vivid pictures of a world they had never seen.

Among his listeners, his closest friends, Nomi and Kaorai, were the most enraptured by his stories. Nomi, with their curious and open nature, often asked the most probing questions, always eager to learn more about this fantastical place. They were of slight build, with a quick smile and a mind that seemed to hunger for new knowledge.

Kaorai, on the other hand, was more practical. Known for his skill with small tools and his talent for creating intricate sculptures, Kaorai would often sit quietly, carving a new piece while listening to Sabani’s tales. His sculptures, whether of animals, people, or abstract forms, were crafted with a precision and care that spoke of countless hours of dedication.

One lazy afternoon, the three friends sat under a large tree on the outskirts of the village. Sabani was recounting a new adventure from Caipat, his voice animated and eyes alight with the thrill of his own narrative.

“…and then, the sky would turn a brilliant orange as the sun set over the city,” Sabani said, waving his hands for emphasis. “The marketplace would come alive with lights and music, and you could hear the laughter of people from miles away.”

Nomi leaned forward, their eyes wide. “Tell us about the people again, Sabani. What are they like?”

Sabani smiled, leaning back against the large tree trunk. “They’re all different, from all over the world. Traders, scholars, artists, and inventors. They come to Caipat to share their knowledge and find new opportunities. My family… well, they were scholars, known for their wisdom and knowledge.”

Kaorai glanced up from his latest sculpture, a small, delicate bird. “And they sent you here to Lanai to build a connection?” he asked, his tone both curious and skeptical.

Sabani nodded, unfazed by the doubt in Kaorai’s voice. “Yes, to learn from the people here and to share our own ways. It’s important to build bridges, to understand each other better.”

The three friends fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of village life drifting on the breeze. Sabani knew that his stories were just that—stories. But in them, he found a sense of belonging and a way to make sense of his new life. And as long as his friends believed him, even if just a little, he felt a little closer to the future he hoped to build.

As Sabani settled into his life in Lanai, he found himself marveling at the village’s resilience and beauty. The stories he told of Caipat paled in comparison to the real wonders of Lanai. Here, amidst the warmth and vitality of the village, he began to forge a new identity, one shaped by the strength and traditions of a community that had defied the odds and created a thriving sanctuary in a frozen world.