Adventures with Yokai: The New Recruit
In the dark hours before dawn, a young sailor trudged behind his two shipmates through the winding alleys of a large coastal village.
In the dark hours before dawn, a young sailor trudged behind his two shipmates through the winding alleys of a large coastal village.
Her breath left her in fleeting misty clouds that lingered before her like a lost spirit before fading into the night. She trembled, a combination of excitement, fear, and the cold.
The box was filled with memories of her youth.
A simple wooden doll. She reached into the box to cradle the rounded head and cylindrical body one more time. The painted streaks of black hair now worn away to the naked wood.
There was once a blacksmith who lived, much like many others, a simple and honest life. He would rise just before sunrise to work his trade.
On a quiet moonlit night, you can sometimes hear the melancholy notes of a shamisen drifting down from the mountains.
After a long night of hanafuda and warm sake, a young merchant set out for a neighboring village. Wanting to reach the village before sunrise, he decided to take an old neglected mountain trail that had become overgrown from disuse.
One day, a woodcutter was returning from the mountains after dusk. Eager to return home, he left the path to cut through the forest and went astray in the dim light.
In the dark hours before dawn, a young fishmonger was on her way to the docks. It was a cold and windy morning fit for neither man nor fish. As the fishmonger ambled toward the coast she heard the sound of wooden geta on the cobbles. Beto… Beto….