Despite their disbelief, all five of them showed up at the shrine. The monk hadn't told them where exactly the shrine was located but when each person touched their coin, they got a vision of the shrine and suddenly knew how to get to it.

Renka and Tenzo were surprised to see each other.

"This team is mostly high school students," Tenzo said. He looked at Haruka to judge her age and confirm he was the oldest of the group.

"If this is real, then I'm assuming I'll take point as the red ranger," he said.

"What if I am?" Taiga asked.

Tenzo almost laughed. "I'd be surprised but if that's how it worked out then I guess I'd have to follow you."

Taiga imagined himself as a red ranger with one of his teachers following his lead. They approached the main building where the monk was waiting. He was standing in front of the main building with his hands behind his back and a calm and pleased look on his face.

"Waiting all day standing like that?" Taiga asked with a laugh.

The monk shrugged. "I was debating on just sitting in a lawn chair with some beer."

"Yeah, that wouldn't give a good impression," Tenzo said.

"Oh, I don't care about that. I just didn't want the two delinquents over there stealing my beer," the monk said pointing at Taiga and Shiori.

"What the hell?" Shiori asked.

"Now, I will explain the situation," the monk said. "You all know the general public has turned against the sentai teams but do you know why?"

"Because they killed that politician," Renka said.

"That's what people believe but she wasn't human. She was actually a Gedoshu."

"Ah, I remember them," Tenzo said. "The Shinkengers fought them."

"Correct. That's why the Shinkengers were chasing this one. However, it looks like they fell right into the trap by killing it in front of everyone after it changed into its human form."

"Whose trap?" Haruka asked.

"Most likely the Kakurisuna."

"Most likely?" Tenzo asked.

"There's actually two factions we'll be dealing with called the Kakurisuna and the Teikurosuna. They are the disembodied souls of Japan's most vile beings."

"So, we're fighting spirits?" Shiori asked.

"Yes, but they have to possess a person to do any actual damage."

"Why us? Why now?" Haruka asked.

"Because the Rekingers are the only ones who can fight them. Your powers come from your ancestors. The spirits have been released which is why the Rekingers had to be activated. To make things worse, there are human forces working against us too."

"Antiran," Tenzo said.

"Right. Despite what they might do, we must protect them just like anyone else."

"That will be hard when you know full well they wouldn't hesitate to hurt us," Shiori said.

"That's what separates us from them," the monk said. "Now, onto your Rekinchangers. Before you transform for the first time, you must talk to your ancestor."

"Wait, what?" Taiga asked. "You mean at their grave or something?"

"No, their spirit is in your coin. You will talk to them as if they were still alive. Each of you will have to go off on your own to speak with your ancestor."

Everyone had walked off in their own direction. Taiga wanted to stay with Shiori but the monk was insistent they all go their separate directions. Haruka was indifferent about it while disappearing over the hill. Renka was more or less relieved to be alone.

Tenzo held his Rekinchanger as he sat on a rock a few hundred meters away from the shrine. He pressed the button on the side and the center spiraled open the same way as a camera shutter revealing the coin inside. The coin had a wolf emblem engraved on it The coin glowed blue before a blue orb floated from it and took a humanoid shape. The glow dissipated revealing his ancestor. While he wasn't surprised at who it was, he was still in awe to be standing before the legendary one-eyed dragon himself, Date Masamune.

Shiori opened her Rekinchanger revealing the gold cheetah coin inside. Yellow light from the coin took the shape of one of Japan's historic samurai who rebelled against the Meiji government, Takamori Saigo.

Taiga's coin had a fox design. Dark purple, almost black light emanated from the coin. Before him stood a lesser-known figure but one who rebelled against the Meiji government just like Takamori Saigo but only 3 years prior. This person was Eto Shimpei.

Haruka's falcon coin emitted pink light and once the glow faded, the woman known as the "Nightingale of Japan" and "Bakumatsu Joan of Arc" stood there looking at Haruka. Her real name was Niijima Yae.

Renka finally mustered the courage to press the button on her Rekinchanger. Her coin had a dragon on it. The red light orb flew out of it and out of it came a person whose pictures she had recently seen. Her great-grandfather, Miyabe Yuki stood in front of her wearing his pilot gear as if he was ready to fly his plane now.

Renka sat at her desk in her room. Her textbooks were open in front of her but she couldn't focus on them. She stared blankly at them while her mind worked elsewhere. She replayed the meeting with her great-grandfather. Even as a ranger, her ancestor was different than the others, who were all samurai. Samurai were revered and a proud moment of history while kamikaze pilots were tucked away and rarely spoken about.

That whole era was embarrassing for the nation. That was probably due to the fact Japan lost. Had Japan won, the kamikaze pilots would be honored right alongside the samurai.

"Why does my ancestor have to be the dishonorable fanatic?" Renka said aloud. She huffed as she stood up. She was too distracted to focus on her homework. She changed her clothes and headed outside.

It was dark by the time she arrived at the shrine. She walked up the stairs to the main building expecting to see the monk still standing there but he was nowhere to be seen. She found her way to the spot where her great-grandfather emerged from her Rekinchanger.

He was still there.

He was lying on the ground staring at the stars.

"I'm glad you came back," he said.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you and I'm sorry for running away like that. This is just a lot to take in."

"What? That you're talking to a ghost or because of what I was."

"Both, actually. History hasn't been kind to kamikaze pilots. I want to know why you decided to do it. How can anyone just give up their life for a lost cause."

Her grandfather's eyes snapped in her direction. He shot to his feet glaring at her.

"You do not understand. You live this privileged life now and can choose what you want to do. You don't have to fight in any wars. We didn't have such a choice. On the surface, it looked like one but we all had to do it. Of course, I didn't want to do it. I wanted to grow old with my wife. There was so much I wanted to do."

"Why couldn't you just not do it? Why not just fly around or leave?"

"Stupid girl. You really don't know. Do you know what happens to pilots like us if we fail our mission? We're ostracized. Not just us but our families as well. At least with my death, my family could at least live a relatively normal life without the evil eyes of society judging them."

"It just doesn't make any sense."

Her grandfather sighed. "Of course not. It's hard to understand the past. Things were so different back then. We didn't like it either but it's either we go along with it or be executed."

"How do you know life would've been so bad if you lived?"

Her grandfather sighed and stepped over to her. He placed a hand on her head and her vision suddenly went dark.