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Oguri Island Wharf.

Kamiyagawa disembarked from the ferry, his complexion not very good after the hours of rough sea voyage.

Standing on the shore, he took several deep breaths using 'Breath of the Ominous Ox,' the fresh air tinged with the smell of fish filling his lungs and slowly reviving his strength.

"It's truly torturous. Even though Oguri Island looks close from the sea, it took several hours by boat to get here," he said.

It's the nature of boat travel to seem close to the destination visually, but to take a long time in reality.

The ferry that Kamiyagawa took in the afternoon had finally arrived at Oguri Island, and by then it was already dusk.

The sun had sunk to half its size at the distant horizon, casting a dim yellow glow over the far-off sea surface.

A few unidentified seabirds, backlit by the dying light, glimmered slightly through the gaps in their feathers, squawking as they dove into the island's forests, disappearing from view.