The sun was starting to dip below the horizon as Kazuo arrived at the shrine, the air still thick with the day's lingering humidity. He climbed the stone steps, his heart heavy and his mind swirling with unanswered questions. This sacred place always felt like it existed outside of time—an oasis of mystery far removed from the chaos of everyday life.
Inside, Yoshinori Miyahara was already waiting. He sat cross-legged on a cushion in front of the altar, his back straight and his calm demeanor radiating an aura of respect. But something was different this time—Kazuo could see it in his mentor's eyes. They were serious, almost heavy, as if Yoshinori already knew everything that had unfolded.
"You're here at last," Yoshinori said, his tone measured, his hands resting neatly on his knees. "I was hoping you'd come, even after such a turbulent day."
Kazuo bowed slightly, showing his respect as he stepped closer.
