Chapter One- The Coming
The water was clashing in harsh, dense waves against the side of the small wooden boat; lost in the wide berth of the ocean. It was the signal that a violent storm was coming.
The air had been becoming more oppressive with the scent of salt in the wind for quite a while now. It seemed that even the skies itself could foretell the change that was once again returning to the shores of Japan. Black clouds rolled in, blocking out any chance of the weak sunlight that was adamant on overpowering it. Suddenly, it seemed that the world itself was encompassed in a thick blackness. It seemed so inane how the darkness could overcome the light in such a short battle.
The wooden boat was rocking fairly quickly, by now it would have made weaker stomachs ill. Wheezing and creaking from side to side, the boat continued on its solitary journey. The only sounds to be heard were the rhythmic dipping of a long ore into the water, the sounds of thunder that could now be heard from above, and the colliding waves against the insignificant boat.
There were only two individuals in the boat. The first, the hand who was rowing the boat to the Japanese shores, and the second was covered within the mass of a substantial black cloak; the hood was drawn up, making the traveler - who was small in stature, seem suspiciously unsuspicious.
The storm was in full force, as the shore came to be in plain sight and could be reached in no more than fifteen minutes. Even the strange traveler in that solitary boat must have thought wryly that it seemed Japan was trying to send a very curt message upon the reason why they should keep well away.
As the boat docked at the seashore and the bill for the voyage was properly acquitted for, the lone traveler stepped onto the Japanese soil - for the first time in approximately two hundred years.
Inhaling deeply, the traveler closed its eyes, and did not make a move until precisely thirty minutes later. Standing on a deserted dock, tumults of rain pounding down onto the parched earth below, and seagulls screeching in the background, the stranger just stood there with closed eyes; their eyes flitting back and forth every now and then from behind sallow eyelids. It is important to note that the traveler possessed no belongings whatsoever- that is excluding a tall, clothed something that was strapped to their back.
Once our stranger regained movement, he or she began to walk in a northward direction. The traveler looked like it knew exactly where it was going. Long, confidant strides were displayed as he or she walked on.
And this was only the beginning. The commencement of a new variable that would forever shake Japan to its very core. This was the start of something horrible and wonderful, as well. Whatever it was that was to come would be something that would be never forgotten. And that is the only fact that can be ascertained for certain, because light has strange ways in coming back.