He took a drag from his tobacco and stared at the strange spectacle that stood before him. He exhaled the plume of smoke and blinked.
"So, can you help him?" The young woman asked, looking at him with pleading in her eyes.
Ginko continued to stare at the man.
He was a scraggly looking fellow with shoulder length black hair. But, what continuously caught Ginko's attention was the dark cloud that hung above the man's head. It was a dark gray with small patches of navy blue and it poured water down upon the man's head without mercy. The man was shivering and he sneezed every once in a while.
"Yeah, I can help him…" He replied and pulled out a long needle from his box. He wove it back and forth from between his index finger and his middle finger. It didn't take long for the dark cloud to gently float away from the miserable looking man and over towards the needle.
The man's dark eyes brightened and he grinned happily. "Thank you!"
The woman looked at the Mushi with confusion, "What is that thing?" She asked Ginko.
He knelt down and stuck the needle into the ground. Once he was back at full height, he simply looked at her before replying, "It's a Mushi. Its name is Ameji and erratic movements attract them. They are often seen near tree limbs in the mountains."
He grinned and looked at the cloudy sky above them, "Have you been dancing lately?"
The man looked embarrassed, "Yes, my sister was just married this past week, and she wanted everyone to dance…" He trailed off into a soft mumble.
"What do we do with that?" She asked, pointing at the cloud that hovered around the needle.
"Don't worry about that," Ginko told them, lifting up his box and slinging it over his shoulders, "Once the Ameji figures out that it's not alive, it will go back to the normal clouds above."