Thirteen Modesty

After arriving in Japan, I became a high school student named Kamiyagawa. Looking around—
Hanako crouched in the bathroom, waiting for someone to knock on the door; the Split-Mouth Woman wandered the streets with scissors in hand; Miss Mary's deathly calls echoed incessantly; the wails and barks in Inunaki Village never ceased; the Ubume searched for her long-dead child; the Aoandon smiled, enticing passersby to play with the lanterns of a hundred demons…
In a crumbling world rampant with sinister tales and malevolent spirits, Kamiyagawa set a small goal for himself:
"Defeat all the demons and monsters, and become the supreme ruler of ghosts and deities."

I Loaded Kaidan Game

And then, the drumbeats gradually picked up pace.


The young witch gently bent her waist, and ribbons of five colors swept in front of her.


As she straightened up, the sacred bells brushed past her delicate and solemn face; the ribbons of chiffon spread out in an arc in the air, then gathered back into the left hand of Onizuka.


Bending her body, rising up, waving the bells, caressing the ribbons, with every lift of her hands and step of her feet, a sense of the sacred slowly imbued the atmosphere.


She danced the Celestial Acolyte's dance with composure, cool-headedness, purity, standing as a peony, moving like a mountain rose.


Standing in the courtyard, Kamiyagawa watched Onizuka's dance steps, inexplicably feeling an empty itch in his heart.


"Onizuka's dance looks so lonely... Is it the dance itself that is supposed to be this way, or is it her own emotions coming through?"


The sacred figure dancing in the center of the shrine was very beautiful, beyond description.


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