Kazegami
In the time of myths and gods, after the creation of Nuregami, the great sun goddess Amaterasu was once again roaming the mortal land of Nippon. She ran through empty fields, flowers blossoming in her pawsteps and the wind flowing through her fur. The whispers on the breeze guided her steps, stoking within her the urge to create life.
The rushing wind brought the great white wolf to the top of a grassy ridge overlooking a beautiful valley. Thrust into the soil of the ridge was a large, enameled, solid iron gunbai-uchiwa backed by a short spear. From the spear's point hung a single length of shide. The fan and spear had likely been placed as a memorial to some long forgotten general and now stood neglected.
Time and the elements had taken their toll on the old memorial. The wooden spear haft was split and rotten, grey with age and weather. The green enamel of the war fan was cracked and chipped and the shide was stained, limp, and tattered. Rust and grime coated the exposed iron and steel of the gunbai and spear blade. The entire spear listed to one side, as if struck once and never righted.
The sight of the makeshift memorial, whose maintenance had long been overlooked, brought sorrow to the compassionate Amaterasu, and she was moved to Rejuvenate the small shrine to its previous glory, bringing her will upon it with a twitch of her tail and a flex of her spirit.
When the divine ink faded, the beauty of the Rejuvenated spear and fan was revealed. Polished steel and enamel gleamed in the brilliant light of the sun. Varnished wood stood whole and sound as crisp white hemp paper fluttered in the breeze. Now the goddess knew why the wind had brought her here, for blazoned in dark green on the brighter green enamel of the gunbai, previously hidden by cracks and dirt, was the looped symbol of the Power of the Galestorm, its former owner having venerated the wind.
A purpose filled the soul of Amaterasu, and she took the haft of the spear gently between her jaws and removed it from the ground. Her power moved from her, through the spear, and into the gunbai. With a jerk of her head, the goddess swung the fan through the air. A strong wind sprung up, changing the shape of the low-hanging clouds hovering above the valley.
With every swing of the fan, the winds changed direction and power as Ameterasu willed, sculpting the clouds before her as if they were clay. With every touch of the wind, the white surface of the cloud grew even brighter, touched with swirls of sunset-red. When the form was finished, the holy wind died down.
As the wind died, so too did the light, leaving massive changes in its wake. Feathery wisps of cloud had become wind-tossed mane and tail; taut hide over firm muscles had formed from sculpted vapor. A bulge developed into a barrel chest and trailing strands of cloud changed into four powerful legs. With a snort and a toss of its crimson-marked head, a stately white horse galloped across the sky, rearing to a stop in front of Amaterasu.
"Hail, Mother," whinnied the splendid pale horse. "By your ethereal will, I have been shaped."
Amaterasu greeted her newborn son with a lick upon his muzzle. Rejoicing in his creation, she named him Kazegami, the Wind God, and gifted him the power of Galestorm to oversee.
Thus did Amaterasu give birth to Kazegami, Brush God of the Wind.
