As for what the mysterious and powerful Thunder God intended to do, the man with the cropped hair dared not ask any further questions.
He didn't dare to ask, and the remaining four people had even less courage to do so. Standing there, facing Kamiyagawa's leather clad appearance, they had already exhausted nearly all their bravery, trembling and nearly ready to leave first.
When Kamiya's figure disappeared into the forest, the most talkative old office worker carefully glanced at the huge black dog sitting in front of them, and then cautiously spoke to Nagatomo Masao:
"Um, I mean, young Mr. Cropped Hair."
"Call me Nagatomo."
"Oh, Nagatomo, you've got some solid connections, to have an acquaintance even in this kind of place, quite remarkable. That Thunder God... he... he..."
"He is a teacher of a friend of mine, you should have heard it just now."
"Can the Thunder God take us out of this ghostly place?"
"I think he can."
