It started with a normal day in Shinshu Field.
After hours hunting wild boars to no avail, Ishiyama finnaly found the perfect hiding spot. His silver eyes were focused on the target. In a moment of silence, he held his breath and shot an arrow at the boar, killing it instantly. ''YES! Finally!''. Ishiyama rushed to the now dead boar and secured his meal. ''Damn... I barely managed to catch this one and im already tired, i didnt even do the farming duties...'' said Ishiyama with a sigh. Indeed, he missed several shots and several oportunities to catch the boar, but never lost determination.
Ishiyama rushed back to his house and did the rest of his duties, since today was harvest day. Whenever he reaped the fruits and vegetables from his farm he heads to Kamiki and prays before the Konohana, the guardian tree, as a sign of gratitude and good harvest. ''I wonder how they're doing'', he said to himself.
Ishiyama grew up in Kamiki and was more than excited to see everyone. After some time talking to the villagers a roar could be heard coming from outside the village. Everything around him started to turn black. There was nothing he could do but watch all the villagers turn into stone as the darkness advanced. Ishiyama tried his best to outrun the growing cursed zone behind him, only to see a light at the end of the pathway to the tree...