#Peace Torii

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HGSN 26-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: (It'll take a little under two hours on the Tanshou Line from Kibougayama Station, huh?...)

Yoshiki: (I haven't been to the ocean since elementary school...)

Hikaru: Whoaaa!! Coooool!!

Hikaru: What's that!? There's a building that looks like a butt!

Yoshiki: You sure are carefree...

P2

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: That reminds me...a while back...

P3

Yoshiki: I had to go to the Mikasa family's place on an errand

(Mom: Take them this as thanks for Kaoru's yukata)

Yoshiki: So I went to the shrine

Yoshiki: Then, at the torii gate...

(sfx: BZZT)

Hikaru: Huh? Why?....

Yoshiki: Dunno...After that, I was able to go inside like normal...

P4

Hikaru: ("Mixed up"...)

Yoshiki: *sighs* Enough about that, let's talk about something else. There's still more than an hour left to go.

Hikaru: Something else to talk about...I don't really have anything

Hikaru: Just stuff like the time when for some reason your room was so packed to the brim with the ghosts of old men that it made me laugh...

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: You're kidding me right?

P5

(sfx: stepping on sand)

P6

(sfx: waves)

P7

Yoshiki: Even considering it's evening, there are really few people here...Maybe everyone's gone to the new beach instead.

Hikaru: Whoa, so cool!

Hikaru: It's HUGE! The ocean's amazing!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Yaaaaay!

Hikaru: Shoes, shoes...

(sfx: waves)

P8

(sfx: waves)

Yoshiki: Hey! Come over here!

(sfx: waves)

P9

Hikaru: The ocean's great!!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Hahaha!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Woo-hoo!!

(sfx: ker-splash)

(sfx: waves)

P10

Hikaru: Hah

Hikaru: Ha

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

P11

Yoshiki: Hey, your pants are gonna get wet

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: You know, when I went into the hall, I also remembered what happened when I went into Hikaru's body

(sfx: water sloshing)

P12

Hikaru: When Hikaru was dying, he wished for things like "if only no one had to be sad" and "I don't want Yoshiki to be left alone"

Hikaru: Because I granted his wishes, things ended up this way

Yoshiki: Hikaru's...

Hikaru: ...but sorry

Hikaru: I probably won't be able to fulfill those wishes

Hikaru: I'm...going to go back to the mountain

P13

Yoshiki: ... Huh?

Hikaru: The time I attacked you recently? That was probably my true nature coming out.

Hikaru: In order to fill up the empty parts of myself, I have a desire for souls

Hikaru: It probably doesn't make sense to a human, right? I've also only just realized it myself

Hikaru: I think I was always that kind of being.

Hikaru: I've killed a lot of people too, and I might kill someone again in the future.

Hikaru: But I don't want to kill you, Yoshiki

Yoshiki: H-hold...on...a sec...! What?

P14

Hikaru: If I go back to the mountain, even if the real problem isn't solved

Hikaru: At least it'll be peaceful for the time you're alive

Yoshiki: N-no way. You can't. What have we...been searching so hard for...all this time...!

Hikaru: The monster will go away, you'll be able to accept Hikaru's death

Hikaru: And look forward, living on as a human. Happily ever after. That's for the best.

Yoshiki: You..! You want to stay, don't you!? Are you stupid!?

Yoshiki: Enough!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: This kind of thing...isn't something you have to learn to do!!

P15

Yoshiki: Be more shameless, the way you've always been...

Hikaru: You know, Hikaru...he liked watermelon, but I like ice cream pops the best. And my favorite kind's not Gachigachi-kun but Papicco instead. I'm probably the one that likes cats.

Hikaru: And movies, too. There hasn't been a single movie I thought was boring. Hikaru hated studying, but I like it. Well, not that I'm any good at it though, haha.

P16

Yoshiki: Stop it

Yoshiki: Stop...

Hikaru: You know, I...really had a lot of fun being with you.

Hikaru: Maybe to you, I was just a replacement for Hikaru, but you gave someone like me so much. I love you, Yoshiki

Hikaru: These feelings might not be romantic and they might not be friendship. But, they're definitely my feelings.

Hikaru: Not Hikaru's, but the monster's. Mine.

P17

Yoshiki: No...

Hikaru: Yoshiki

Hikaru: Thank you for everything

Yoshiki: YOU'RE WRONG!

P18

Yoshiki: You're not a replacement for Hikaru!!!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: I don't think of you as Hikaru anymore!

Hikaru: We don't have any other solution...so I've got no choice...

Yoshiki: You've just given up! Don't you dare push stuff like "looking forward" onto me...not now, after everything...

Yoshiki: What's so "happily ever after" about that...!?

Yoshiki: Bullshit...!!!!

P19

P20

Hikaru: Even I...

??: Even if you go back to the mountain, it won't do any good.

P21

Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun

P22

Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama

P23

Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...

Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions

==

[missadmyre]

Date Night at Ghost Town

It wasn't often that his mentee, Randy, would invite him to do little activities such as fishing inside the Nomicon, such moments he appreciates as it reminded him of the peaceful memories he once had back at the living world.

When Randy had intivited him to come with him at the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas in the Ghost Realm, he couldn't believe at what he was being offered to. "A trip to the Ghost Realm?" He asked.

The teen then replied, "Yeah, Danny invited me and Jake to come with him to the Ghost Zone for the celebration. Since you're some kind of spirit or something, maybe you could also have a chance to go there? I mean, it's gotta be kinda wonk to be lonely inside this book."

The First Ninja denied Randy's invitation at first, skeptical as he finds it nonsensical but also dangerous, given that he is the very foundation of the Nomicon. Should he be absent from his duties, he feared that an unexpected force would invade at a time of weakness, something of which he wouldn't allow.

Yet, even PlopPlop started to bug him about the boy's invitation, finding it weird that his ally had also approved of the boy's attempt. Eventually, he decided to go, finding it hard to resist two of his people and their charm to annoy to him.

As he tries to find an appropriate attire to wear, he discovers an elegant robe from back when he was alive, a kimono that dates back to the Kamakura Period. A gift from his fourth brother, a craftsman at heart.

On the day of the celebration, he, along with Randy his friends set off to the Ghost Realm, finding themselves in a dense forest with a jagged dirt pathway. Following the path, they reach the marble stairs, climbing up as they were greeted by a Torii Gate with two bells hanging on each side.

Ringing the bell four times on each bell while citing a chant that guarantees their entry, they soon were able to enter through the gate and into the celebration. The place was brimming with energy, hundreds of ghosts, spirits and souls running around around having fun.

The setting was beautiful, a dreamy dawn accompanying it. It was like a mix of a fairground and a ceremony, which would happen later that night as the procession of the Hyakki Yagyo would happen later that night. Stalls of food and games were placed left and right, attracting attentions of passerbys.

As he was about to ask the boys about his purpose in this, he was confused to find him, the warlock. Snarling, the First Ninja asked "What are you doing here?". The warlock chuckled, "Oh my, ask your kid, he did set us up for our date". Eyes twitching, he turned around to find Randy and his friends smiling, telling them to have fun as they ran away to enjoy the event.

Sighing, he faced Chase as the lizard hybrid held out his hand, "May I accompany you?". He begrudgingly accepted, knowing damn well that he himself won't be able to disagree.

Randy, while walking with Jake and Danny, smiled as his plan worked. He had planned it since the day he realized both their feelings are mutual, just way too stubborn and prideful to recognize them. He pleaded PlopPlop to go along with his plan, which after many attempts and bribery, he finally agreed.

Jake had been able to contact Chase, it wasn't hard considering that their main topic would be about the First Ninja, but what was hard was to convince the lizard hybrid that none of what they were planning is a trap.

The two heroic teens had known about their guardian's feelings about each other for a long time, even more so when they received the news that they were practically married. Grimacing at their pining, they planned to get the two to spend time with each other to work out their feelings.

When Danny had gotten an invitation to the Celebration of the Founding of Sanctus Civitas, they knew it was their chance to set the two immortal men on a date, letting Danny in on the plan as they tried to make their invitation look natural.

"Hey Randy, I know you set this up and shit for a long time, but come on! Let's enjoy the event, man!" Jake exclaimed.

"Hold on a minute, gotta take a picture of this." Pulling a camera out of his pocket, he placed it at the direction of the two immortals who were walking by the crowd, zooming in and pressing the button as it emitted a flash.

Click!

[frostfires-blog]

Traditional Symbolism in Jujutsu Kaisen Opening 4 - Specialz

[⚠️Warning: Possible small spoilers⚠️]

Hata-jirushi (旗印)

The white banners seen in the background of this scene are most likely Hata-jirushi (旗印). Hata-jirushi were the most commonly used war banners on medieval Japanese battlefields. The kanji used here “旗印” literally translates to “symbol flag”, “marker banner”, etc.… These war banners were generally simple streamers attached by a horizontal cross-piece to a shaft, unlike the later used nobori (幟) which were stiffened. Later, some hata-jirushi were hemmed on their sides and tops to better attach them to their poles in such a way that they were visible from the front. The purpose of these banners was to help identify and distinguish different army sections and regiments.  The use of them in this scene helps to set the tone of this arc which is essentially the start of a war between jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits.

Torii (鳥居)

In this panel, several characters are seen passing through a torii (鳥居). A torii is a traditional Japanese gate mostly found at the entrance of and within Shinto shrines. Torii gates are where kami are thought to travel through and are welcomed to the shrine. It is customary to walk to the side of a torii gate when passing through instead of walking down the center—as it is believed that only kami may pass through the center. The word torii derives from the term “tōri-iru” (通り入る) which roughly translates to “pass through and enter”. These structures mark the transition between the mundane, secular world and the sacred grounds of the shrine. Thus, passing through a torii gate can be thought of as “crossing into another dimension or entering into spiritual communion with nature”. Torii gates act as both a physical barrier and spiritual guardian separating the profane from the sacred within its boundaries. Therefore, it is believed that those who pass through one, are cleansed of their worldly worries and enter a realm of tranquillity and peace. Aside from their religious significance, torii gates hold other more abstract meanings such as providing good fortune, hope, purity, and protection from evil spirits. In this panel, as the characters pass underneath the torii it signifies their crossing from the physical to the spiritual world—which could refer to them traveling down the path to enlightenment or death. Since torii are also believed to provide good fortune and protection from evil spirits, the characters passing under one could be a sort of send-off ritual before the battle to ensure their safety.

Ōnusa (大幣)

In addition to more hata-jirushi, we can see an ōnusa (大幣)—also known as a nusa (幣) or a Taima (大幣)—a wooden wand used in traditional Shinto purification rituals in this panel. Ōnusa are embellished with shide (paper streamers). The wand is also referred to as a  (祓串) when the shide are connected to a hexagonal or octagonal staff. It is believed that impurities are transferred from the person or thing to be purified to the ōnusa by waving the ōnusa left, right, then left again. The usage of them in this scene adds to the traditional imagery and the idea that something significant is about to happen that will require the characters to purify their minds and steel their resolve.

Nokotsudo (納骨堂)

In this scene, Itadori is seen standing in front of a nokotsudo (納骨堂) which is a Japanese ossuary. A nokotsudo is known as a “nokotsuden” or “reido” and is a building in which the remains of cremation are kept. Nokotsudo are generally built in the precincts of temples and are equipped with lockers to keep the remains and are occasionally equipped with Buddhist altars above these lockers to place Buddhist mortuary tablets. This scene portrays Itadori breaking down in front of a nokotsudo. This could either refer to him facing the ashes of the people Sukuna killed using his body—or perhaps more improbably the scene depicts him being confronted with the fact that his grandfather's wish has inadvertently led him down this troubled path.

Joss paper (金紙)

The rounded pieces of paper falling from the sky in this scene are likely pieces of joss paper (金紙). These are typically sheets of paper or papercrafts which are used as burnt offerings in ancestral worship as well as the veneration of deceased relatives on special holidays in Asia. Joss paper is typically printed with various representations of worldly goods such as money, houses, cars, credit cards, etc.… Joss paper is burnt at Asian funerals “to ensure that the deceased’s spirit has sufficient means in the afterlife”. In wuxia and xianxia C-dramas, joss paper is often seen falling from the scene during scenes in which the reanimated and ghostly beings invade the world of the living—which is somewhat similar to the setting in this scene with Megumi meeting his reanimated father. Additionally, it was partly Toji's pursuit of money that led to his death, taking him away from his son, so it is somewhat ironic to have joss paper raining down on him.

[P.S. A few people have been analysing this opening on other platforms, but I wanted to touch on some of the more obscure cultural nuances... I am not Japanese, so this is based off of my own research, so I apologise if I miss anything or get anything wrong. Feel free to make corrections or additions in the comments and reblogs respectively.]

[neutrallibrarian]

Ribcage Cold And Empty (I Need Your Heart Next To Mine)

Written for @madatobiweek 2024 Day 7: Free Day

Fandom: Naruto

Chapter 1 of ?

Word Count: 548

People are born with the ability to draw their hearts from their chests and, if they so wish, exchange them with each other. To give another your heart has always meant a profound depth of love, even if it's just pieces of it given away.

When Madara is given a peace gift from Tobirama, it sets him on a path to rediscovering what it means to give someone your heart.

"Do with it as you please."

With that, Tobirama turns on his heel and strides out of the office without another word. Madara stares at the spot in space he occupied for perhaps fifteen seconds at most, speechless. Then, mechanically, he tips his head down to look at the object Tobirama placed on his desk.

An inro with matching netsuke of exquisite craftsmanship. It depicts a lone koi, pure white with ruby red spots, in a tranquil koi pond. The netsuke is of a dragon, pure white jade with ruby inlay for the red eyes and stripes on its body, coiled around a genuine pearl, soft milk white glistening iridescent. Even the ojime bead is pearl and the cord is braided silk. Defining lines in the pattern on the inro made with maki-e sparkle silver, the thin keshifun lines outlining the intricate details whitish and dull from years of handling contrasting the bright and flashy blue marufun of the pond water. Near the top of the container is a torii gate in gold radan, a beacon to which the little koi is facing from the lip of the pond, heedless of the enamel trees separating pond and gate.

“Oh, that bastard,” he hisses through his teeth, feeling a headache coming on.

It’s been three months since the village was named. Three months after that meeting with Hashirama on the mountain where he and Tobirama came face to face for the first time outside of the initial negotiations. Three months since Hashirama got it into his head to try to get his best friend and little brother to be less antagonistic toward each other.

It’s wonderful to know he wasn’t the one to break first under Hashirama’s well-meaning meddling, and so quickly at that. But irritating now that a peace offering has been given he has to reciprocate in kind or face Hashirama’s suffocating disappointment.

Madara scowls down at the inro, rubbing his sternum. Thinking of Hashirama disappointed reminds him too much of that final battle before his downward spiral, the look on Hashirama’s face when Madara reached for the smoke bombs instead of ignoring the furiously beating heart next to his, the demands to not trust him from Izu—

Madara sets his ink brush down with an aggravated sigh and gulps down his tea, reheated almost to boiling with a liberal application of chakra. Thinking of him just reminds him how cold and empty his chest has become, accustomed to two fire-natured hearts beating within, and how his lone heart freezes over from the absence of his brother's. To distract himself from it, he picks up the inro, turning it this and that way in the light.

It’s pretty, he’ll give Tobirama that. Something that fits his style more than Madara’s, but it’s an acceptable gift. He’s been meaning to get one to hold his identity and clan seals anyway so this is fortunate timing.

He brushes his thumb over the koi, feeling it warmer yet cooler than any other spot on the inro. It must be his imagination associating the koi with Tobirama and tricking him into thinking up the strange temperature difference. He sets it down and picks up the ink brush to go back to work even as his mind spins ideas about reciprocation gifts.

[kawaiigals]

The girl in the image is depicted with a gentle and serene expression. She is wearing traditional Japanese attire, complete with an intricately detailed kimono and accessories that suggest she might be attending a formal event or participating in a cultural celebration. Her pose, leaning against the iconic torii gates, indicates a sense of relaxation and connection to her surroundings. It can be inferred that she may have just finished enjoying the beauty of the temple grounds and is taking a moment to soak in the tranquil atmosphere before resuming her journey along the peaceful path lined with lush trees under the warm glow of sunlight filtering through the foliage above. [AD] Powered by NVIDIA GPU

[manacia]

your frosted fairytale is complete ! psst, @silentgravesdontexist ! your name has been added to the frosted fairytales library. your assigned au with hoshina is . . . historical period arranged marriage !

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first of all . . . your playlist ! love story, indila // hayloft II, mother mother // dynasty, miia // young and beautiful, lana del ray // wildest dreams, duomo // love in the dark, adele // a hidden life, james newton howard // plumfield, alexandre desplat // only love can hurt like this, paloma faith.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how about some imagery . . .

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ put it all together and you get . . .

birds chirp harmoniously, carried on the breeze that politely ruffles at your kimono ever so slightly. you've been seated at this trickling creek for a while now, consumed by your thoughts and feelings as you listen in on the nature of japan. it's a breath of fresh air away from the city walls, the hustle and bustle of the market and of course, your arranged marriage.

societal class means everything in this dynasty, sealing your fate from the moment you're born into a clan with a name for themselves. you could almost say it was unfortunate in your case, that your clan was so well off within the kingdom. this comes with your hand in marriage and a certain sharp toothed general that appears to be everywhere you are-

"there you are," oh bugger. your eyes raise slowly from the water you've been watching run alongside you, your fingertips grazing the icy water's surface to see the general standing beneath the nearby torii gate arched over a cobblestone path, leading him directly to you, "you'll catch a sickness doing that, you know."

yes, yes you was fully aware. it's almost winter and the water's temperature is sharp to the touch. hoshina exhales, a small cloud of breath dispersing in front of his lips as he watches you. granted you haven't been the most welcoming about the marriage but he was persistent, after all on some days it seemed like you was mere kids - the ones you was when he first met you.

hoshina remembers the day he met you well, you was such a small child perched on the large boulder in his family's courtyard, watching in awe as he trained with his father. back then, you was such an annoyance sometimes, determined to come see him at the worst of times. what had changed? his eyes open a little wider to drink in the sight of you, so peaceful and tranquil hidden this deep in the woods away from expectations and society - and probably him too.

slowly as if approaching a timid animal, the general inches closer to where you are seated beside the stream. every part of hoshina hopes, outside of those expectations you hate, the reputation of clans and his job as the general of the army, he can get through to the version of you he was familiar with before you aged.

"we're pretty far from the city, did you steal one of your father's horses again?" he muses, crouching beside you. he glances around, not exactly spotting a horse tethered up anywhere nearby. you don't respond but the general's lips curl into a small, devious grin, "want to spar?"

it's brief but there's a light in your eyes, one that makes him reminisce your childhood even further. you was raised to be proper and elegant, never allowed to touch a sword but you always watched him with such fervour. perhaps, just perhaps, he's found a crack in the walls you'd put up, ready to chip away slowly, piece by piece.

── eek , hiya cy ! it's nice to meet ya , welcome to my blog ! i'm so glad i got to meet you & hoshina so intricately , please that was such an amazing amount of info ! ! i hope i did justice writing him for the first time (which is shameful as a hoshina shipper myself . . . ) . .✦

[t0r1b34r]

Life Update

Ok guys!! So I’ve gotten lots of questions!! About whether or not I’m planning to update First Light and when and how I’m doing, etc. etc.

So here’s a life update!!

Tori! Where are you now? We miss you!

I’m currently in Beppu, Oita Prefecture, Japan! It’s insane. When I was younger, I’d always dreamed of coming to Japan and walking through Torii gates, wearing a kimono, and exploring the beauty of Japan’s natural forests. And guess what? I’ve done it!! Thanks to a study abroad program through my university, I’m currently spending a semester studying political science abroad. Incredible!!

I arrived on March 22nd, and will return home on August 15th. Every day has been spent exploring the beauty of Japan, making new friends, and studying hard to learn Japanese. たのしいですよ！！

But because I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to update as much as I’ve wanted to. Date I say a part of me even lost inspiration in being distracted with so many other things…!!!!!

So when are you going to update?

Great question. Recently, I finished binge rereading First Light and getting reacquainted with Audie and Gale. It’s been a while, after all! And oh, how it filled me with so much happiness to read everything they’ve done and been through. All of the happy and excited feelings I felt when I first wrote the fic came back to me. And it’s inspired me on what I’m going to write next, believe me.

I cannot give an exact date on when the next update is gonna be. I can only say that it’ll be sometime before next week ends, if I’m lucky. Here’s the things I need to catch up on right now:

My Japanese class (I’m like 4 topics behind guys don’t skip class)

My international law class (seriously guys)

My peace, humanity, democracy class (don’t FUCKING skip class!!!)

Planning my flight back home

Planning my goodbye trip before I go home

I have hope! And inspiration! And so much excitement!!! And so much LOVE!!!

Can we get some pictures of all you’ve done in Japan!?

That would be AWESOME however I’m not the most keen on posting pictures of myself online just yet. I do want to go into politics after all— not that having a massive and popular fic under my resume is a downside LOL

But here’s some non-face pics from my recent trip to Osaka :)

I’ve made so many amazing and incredibly friends from all over the world. I never thought I’d be able to travel like this, much less to the place of my dreams.

If any of you are in the Kyushu/Oita area and wanna hang out, let me know. I’d absolutely love to!

But in the meantime, stay tuned for more Nobleweave coming real soon.

Love you!!!!

[doumadono]

JAPAN TRIP - DAYS 13 & 14

This specific post will have a considerably greater length compared to the previous ones ⚠️

Over the weekend, we dedicated our time to exploring two historically significant places in Japan - yesterday, we immersed ourselves in the profound history of Hiroshima, while today we embarked on a journey to experience the rich heritage of Nagasaki.

Both of these locations hold immense significance in my heart and mind, particularly because of my ongoing thesis and research that partially are focused on the correlation between ionizing radiation and central nervous system disorders. Moreover, given the current events unfolding near my homeland of Poland, specifically the conflict in Ukraine, the heightened risk of nuclear weapons usage in recent decades adds an additional layer of importance to understanding the consequences and implications associated with such weaponry.

Standing on the very grounds where thousands of lives were abruptly extinguished in an instant due to immense heat and pressure caused by the nuclear explosion, the magnitude of the devastation caused by it shook me to my core. Emotions welled up within me, and tears flowed uncontrollably, I couldn't help it. I am deeply grateful for the privilege of being able to visit both Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

It is of utmost importance for future generations to comprehend the devastating power wielded by nuclear weapons and the tragic events that unfolded in August 1945. Understanding this dark chapter in history is crucial for several reasons. Comprehending the destructive capabilities of nuclear weapons serves as a stark reminder of the catastrophic consequences that can arise from their use. The bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki resulted in immense loss of life, widespread destruction, and long-lasting effects on the survivors and their descendants. By studying and reflecting upon these events, we can foster a deep appreciation for the importance of peace, diplomacy, and the pursuit of nuclear disarmament.

Also, we were fortunate to have the opportunity to visit the magnificent Itsukushima Shrine (厳島神社). This sacred site holds a distinctive feature: it is constructed above water, creating the illusion of floating in the sea during high tide. The shrine encompasses several structures, such as a prayer hall, main hall, and a captivating noh theater stage and torii gate. These buildings are interconnected by charming boardwalks and are supported by pillars rising from the sea. Itsukushima Shrine's unique architectural design and its harmonious integration with the surrounding natural environment make it an awe-inspiring destination that captivates all who visit this magnificent place ❤️

I am filled with immense gratitude for the opportunity to explore these breathtaking locations. Each visit has bestowed upon me a profound sense of tranquility, enabling me to find solace within myself. I'll never forget about those moments.

[ushihinasimp]

Ushijima x Hinata

#hqrarepair #wedding

It was a beautiful day for an intimate, traditional Japanese wedding. The ceremony was simple yet elegant, bringing together close friends and family in a serene Shinto shrine. Ushijima Wakatoshi stood tall, dressed in a black montsuki kimono, the crisp fabric adorned with his family crest. Next to him was his husband, Hinata Shoyo, radiant in a pure white shiro-muku, the delicate layers of silk flowing gracefully with every step.

In the quiet moments before the ceremony, Yachi Hitoka meticulously styled Hinata’s hair, keeping it simple yet refined, adorned with traditional kanzashi hairpieces. Her hands were gentle as she applied a thin layer of makeup, just enough to accentuate Hinata’s natural beauty. When she was done, Hinata glanced at himself in the mirror, feeling a little nervous but overwhelmingly happy. His glowing appearance took his own breath away, but what truly mattered was Ushijima’s reaction.

As Hinata approached his soon-to-be husband, Ushijima’s normally stoic expression softened in an instant. His eyes widened slightly, and he was visibly stunned by how breathtaking Hinata looked. It was rare to see Wakatoshi smile, but at that moment, a gentle, adoring smile crept onto his face. The man who had always been so composed couldn’t help but let his affection show.

Kageyama Tobio, standing tall by Hinata’s side as his man of honor, cast a sideways glance at Ushijima and smirked, knowing that he wasn’t the only one who thought Hinata looked perfect today. On the other side, Tendou Satori was practically vibrating with excitement, serving as Ushijima’s man of honor, his usual energy barely contained. He leaned over to Ushijima, whispering something teasingly, which earned him a fond but stern look from the groom.

As the couple entered the sacred space, they were greeted by the priest, who stood beneath the towering torii gate. The air was calm, filled with the subtle fragrance of incense, and the sounds of nature added to the peaceful atmosphere. It was the perfect setting for a wedding that was as much about tradition as it was about the deep bond between Ushijima and Hinata.

Hinata walked beside Ushijima, the moment felt surreal as they approached the altar. Both were filled with nervous excitement, but their hands briefly brushed against each other, a silent reassurance in the midst of the formal proceedings.

The ceremony began with the san-san-kudo ritual, where the bride and groom each took three sips from three different cups of sake, symbolizing the binding of their union. Their hands were steady, but their gazes held nothing but warmth as they shared this intimate moment in front of their closest loved ones. The sips were small, but with each one, they felt more connected, the symbolism of sharing a life together resonating deeply.

Kageyama stood nearby with quiet composure, his usual intensity softened by the importance of the moment. Tendou had a proud grin on his face, suppressing his usual playful remarks to maintain the solemnity of the ceremony. But his excitement for his best friend was palpable, his eyes glinting with joy as he watched the couple perform the ancient rites.

After the san-san-kudo, the priest offered blessings, waving a sacred branch called a tamagushi before the couple. Ushijima and Hinata, following the Shinto customs, made their offerings, placing the tamagushi at the shrine’s altar. Their movements were graceful, a quiet respect for the tradition guiding them. The priest prayed for their future, asking for happiness, prosperity, and protection in their life together.

Then came the vows. They were short, simple, yet heartfelt. In Shinto tradition, the couple doesn’t exchange elaborate promises. Instead, they make a vow to the gods to be loyal and supportive of one another. Ushijima’s deep, resonant voice filled the shrine as he spoke his vow, promising to stand by Hinata’s side, as steady as he’d been on the court and as loving as he now was in life. Hinata followed, his voice softer but no less sincere, his smile wide as he pledged to always bring joy and light into Ushijima’s life.

As the ceremony concluded, the couple was presented with a symbolic wedding ring. Unlike modern Western weddings, the exchange of rings wasn’t always part of traditional Shinto weddings, but today they incorporated it as a personal touch. Ushijima’s hands, strong and steady, gently slid the ring onto Hinata’s finger, and Hinata followed suit, his hands shaking slightly from emotion.

The moment was pure, and everyone watching could feel the gravity of the love they shared.

As they stepped back from the altar, the guests, holding back their tears, couldn’t help but feel moved. They knew the story behind these two—the struggles they’d faced, both in their sports careers and in life, the distance they’d overcome, and the love they’d built despite everything. Watching them now, united in marriage, felt like the perfect conclusion to that story and the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter. Ushijima, known for his reserved nature, looked so different today—so open and warm, his gaze never leaving Hinata’s, his smile filled with admiration and love. It was a rare and precious sight that touched everyone who witnessed it.

The final act of the ceremony was the shuugi—the offering of congratulations to the gods. The guests lined up to bow toward the shrine in silent reverence, each of them offering their prayers for the couple’s future. As the final bow was made, the ceremony came to a close.

Now, Ushijima and Hinata were officially married, their lives bound not just by love but by tradition, family, and the blessings of the gods. They turned to face their guests, Ushijima still wearing that rare smile, and Hinata beaming with happiness, as they walked hand in hand down the shrine steps, ready to face their new life together.

The couple made their way to the reception, where the joyous celebration continued, filled with laughter, love, and the chaotic energy of friends who had seen them grow and evolve over the years. This was their moment—a quiet, simple wedding, but full of meaning, reflection, and pure joy.

As the reception carried on, the atmosphere became lively with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses. But soon, the room grew quiet as the lights dimmed, signaling the start of a highly anticipated moment—Semi Eita and his band were about to perform. The crowd buzzed with excitement, but no one could hide the surprise and awe that spread through the room. Semi Eita wasn’t just a regular guest; he was now a famous guitarist, renowned across Japan for his electrifying performances and his band’s skyrocketing success. Yet here he was, performing at a small, intimate wedding.

As Semi stepped onto the stage, guitar in hand, his presence commanded attention. People murmured, realizing they were in the presence of a true celebrity. “He’s that Semi Eita?” someone whispered, starstruck. Most of the attendees had known him only as a high school volleyball player, but to see him now, with fame and talent that transcended the sports world, was something else entirely.

Before starting, Semi smiled warmly at Ushijima and Hinata. “Not every day you get to play at your former captain’s wedding,” he said, his voice carrying over the silent crowd. “Wakatoshi was always intense, but we knew he had a soft spot. Shoyo, I think you’re the one who made him show it.” His words brought smiles and light chuckles from the audience, even from Ushijima, whose soft smile lingered.

And then the music began. Semi’s fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, producing a melody so beautiful that it filled the room, leaving the guests mesmerized. His bandmates played in harmony, their music flowing effortlessly and captivating everyone in attendance. People were swaying with the rhythm, their eyes glued to the stage, stunned by the sheer talent in front of them. No one could quite believe that this famous musician had once stood on the same volleyball court as Ushijima, their quiet, powerful captain.

As Semi’s performance reached its peak, the room was filled with applause, some of the guests even rising from their seats in admiration. It wasn’t every day you witnessed a private performance by a superstar. Ushijima’s teammates from Shiratorizawa beamed with pride, knowing that the talented musician captivating the room was once one of their own.

After the final note, Semi bowed toward the couple. “This one’s for you, Captain,” he said, flashing a grin. He walked off the stage to thunderous applause, but not before flashing a knowing wink to Ushijima, who nodded back with his quiet yet sincere gratitude.

The guests, still starstruck, couldn’t stop talking about Semi’s performance, some even sneaking glances his way, still processing the fact that such a renowned artist had not only performed at the wedding but had also been Ushijima’s teammate back in their high school days. It was a moment no one would soon forget—a brilliant intersection of fame, talent, and old friendships, made even more special by the occasion of Ushijima and Hinata’s wedding.

The photo session that followed was full of laughter and love. First, Ushijima’s family gathered around the newlyweds, the pride in their eyes unmistakable. Then, Hinata’s family took their place, beaming at the happiness radiating from their son. Next came the Japan National Team, with MSBY Jackals and Schweiden Adlers players stepping in for photos, everyone jostling for a spot, their camaraderie shining through.

But the most chaotic moment came when the entire Shiratorizawa team rushed in for their picture with Ushijima and Hinata. The normally composed team erupted into loud cheers, all yelling “Congrats, Captain!” in unison. The noise was deafening, but it only made the atmosphere more joyful. Ushijima, ever the stoic captain, simply shook his head in amusement, though his fond smile never faltered. The rest of the guests couldn’t help but laugh at Shiratorizawa’s lively antics.

Karasuno, however, had a more heartfelt moment with Hinata. They stood around him, not saying much at first, but the connection they shared spoke volumes. Finally, Daichi broke the silence, pulling Hinata into a warm embrace. “You’ve come so far,” he whispered. The rest of the team followed suit, each one taking a moment to hug Hinata, their pride and happiness for him palpable. It was a full-circle moment, the little ball of energy from Karasuno now standing tall as a married man.

The day was filled with memories that would last a lifetime. Ushijima and Hinata’s wedding wasn’t just a union of two people—it was a celebration of their journey, their struggles, and the happiness they had fought so hard to achieve. They had finally found their place, side by side, and nothing could have been more perfect.

The after-party had just begun, and the atmosphere shifted from the formal elegance of the wedding to a more relaxed, carefree celebration. Bokuto was the first to break the ice, holding up a bottle of premium sake with a broad grin on his face. “Alright, who’s ready for the real party?” he called out, his boisterous energy filling the room. Of course, Kuroo was right behind him, smirking as he pulled out a bottle of his own, claiming it was even better than Bokuto’s.

“Let’s see who can handle the best sake!” Kuroo declared, earning cheers and laughter from those who were still hanging around.

The celebration quickly turned into a lively and chaotic scene. Atsumu Miya, always ready to stir things up, joined in, loudly challenging anyone who thought they could outdrink him. Shiratorizawa’s team, ever loyal to their captain, erupted into their own brand of chaos, cheering and taking shots, rallying around Ushijima. Hirugami, Suna, and even Daichi joined in, poking fun at Japan’s national team captain for his surprisingly low tolerance for alcohol.

“Ushijima, you’re the strongest on the court, but you can’t even handle a cup of sake, huh?” Iwaizumi teased, his laughter echoing through the room as Ushijima, already looking a little flushed, silently took another sip, determined not to let the teasing get to him.

Even Sakusa, who typically avoided big gatherings, seemed amused by the sight of the usually stoic Ushijima struggling to stay composed as the sake took hold. His rare smile crept onto his face as he leaned against the wall, watching the chaos unfold. “You’d think with all that muscle, he’d be able to hold his liquor better,” Sakusa mused quietly, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the energy was much calmer. Hinata, along with Kageyama, Kenma, Hoshiumi, and Tsukishima, sat around a low table, quietly sipping their drinks. The sound of laughter and shouting from the next room could be heard clearly, especially his husband, Bokuto’s booming voice, which caused Kenma to sigh heavily. “He’s too loud… as usual,” Kenma muttered, looking mildly irritated as he rubbed his temple.

Hinata just chuckled, clearly amused. “Let them have their fun tonight. It’s been a big day,” he said, his voice light and relaxed. He was still glowing from the day’s events, his happiness evident as he leaned back comfortably. The others smiled softly, letting the warmth of the moment sink in.

Not long after, the sliding door to their room was suddenly thrown open. Everyone turned to see Ushijima, towering in the doorway, his cheeks flushed a deep red from the alcohol. His normally composed demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a dazed, almost boyish expression. His eyes searched the room before landing on Hinata.

“Shoyo…” Ushijima mumbled, his voice thick with drunken affection.

Hinata’s smile widened as he opened his arms. “Come here, Wakatoshi.”

Without hesitation, the giant Ushijima wobbled forward, his steps heavy but determined. He made his way to his husband and, without a word, gently lowered himself onto Hinata’s lap, resting his head on Hinata’s thighs. The sight was both amusing and heartwarming, especially for those who had never seen Ushijima so vulnerable.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow in disbelief, while Kageyama and Hoshiumi exchanged a look of pure astonishment. Kenma, still visibly annoyed by Bokuto’s loud laughter from the next room, couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the sight of Ushijima’s soft side.

As Ushijima lay there, his face pressed against Hinata’s lap, he unconsciously mumbled Shoyo’s name, his voice soft and content. Hinata’s cheeks flushed, but his heart melted at the sight of his usually stoic husband reduced to such a cute, drunken state.

“He’s so cute like this,” Hinata chuckled softly, his hand gently threading through Ushijima’s hair, brushing it back with a tenderness that made everyone in the room smile. Even Kenma, who was still annoyed by the noise in the next room, found himself a little touched by the scene.

Hinata continued chatting with his friends, his voice calm and full of warmth, while his hand absentmindedly caressed Ushijima’s hair. The gentle movements lulled Ushijima deeper into sleep, his breathing evening out as he snuggled comfortably into Hinata’s lap. The room fell into a peaceful quiet, the chaos from the other room fading into the background as the group shared a calm moment together.

With his husband fast asleep on his lap, Hinata exchanged soft smiles with his friends. Tonight was perfect.

As the night grew later, the after-party showed no signs of slowing down for some, but Ushijima was far from the festivities now, sound asleep in Hinata’s lap. Eventually, it was time to get him to bed, and despite his strength on the court, carrying Ushijima was no small task.

“Hey, Kageyama, Tendou-san, could you help me with him?” Hinata asked, chuckling as he gently nudged his slumbering husband. The two were quick to respond, though Kageyama looked more than a little apprehensive about the task.

Tendou, with his usual mischievous grin, bent down to grab Ushijima’s arm. “Man, he’s like a mountain,” he joked, struggling to lift Ushijima’s heavy frame. Kageyama, already tired, sighed as he grabbed Ushijima’s other side, muttering under his breath.

“Ugh, he’s so heavy,” Kageyama grumbled as they hoisted their captain up, nearly staggering under his weight.

Hinata stood by, trying to suppress his laughter at the sight of the two of them struggling with his half-conscious husband. “Thank you so much,” he said with genuine gratitude, watching as they half-carried, half-dragged Ushijima toward the bedroom. “I’ll take care of him from here.”

Once they reached the door of the newlyweds room, Tendou, always ready to tease, leaned in with a sly smile. “Shoyo, you’re really taking care of him tonight, right? Wedding night and all~~”

Hinata laughed, his cheeks turning slightly pink, but he wasn’t fazed. “Please, we could do it anytime,” he shot back with a wink, causing Tendou to let out a hearty laugh. Kageyama, on the other hand, turned bright red and quickly avoided eye contact, clearly too embarrassed to even think about the implication.

Tendou patted Kageyama on the back. “Alright, alright, I’m heading back to the chaos. I think Bokuto’s challenging Goshiki to something ridiculous again.” He rolled his eyes with a grin, clearly ready to dive back into the madness. “But good night, lovebirds,” he said, flashing a final teasing smile before disappearing back into the lively room.

Kageyama, still flustered, gave Hinata a nod. “I’m calling it a night,” he muttered, clearly ready to escape to the quiet of his own room. “Good night, Shoyo.” He left quickly, leaving Hinata standing at the doorway.

Hinata smiled as he gently closed the door behind him, letting out a soft sigh. The room was quiet now, the muffled sounds of the after-party fading into the background. He turned back to see Ushijima, sprawled out on the futon, his large frame taking up most of the space. Hinata chuckled, finding the sight of his strong, reliable husband in such a peaceful state both amusing and endearing.

He knelt beside Ushijima and gently caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. Leaning down, Hinata placed a soft kiss on his husband’s lips. “Good night, Wakatoshi,” he whispered.

As he pulled back, he heard it again—Ushijima mumbling his name in his sleep. “Shoyo…”

Hinata smiled even wider, his heart swelling with affection. He slid under the blankets and lay beside his husband, snuggling closer until his head rested against Ushijima’s broad chest. The steady rise and fall of Ushijima’s breathing was soothing, and Hinata’s hand found its way to Ushijima’s, their fingers intertwining gently.

With a smile still on his face, Hinata closed his eyes, feeling the warmth and comfort of his husband beside him. This was the perfect end to a perfect day—their wedding day. As the night settled in, Shoyo drifted off to sleep, surrounded by peace and love, knowing that this was just the beginning of their beautiful life together.

The soft morning light filtered through the paper windows, casting a gentle glow across the room. Ushijima stirred first, his head still pounding slightly from the aftermath of the night’s sake. Blinking against the dull throb in his temples, he slowly took in his surroundings. Beside him, his husband, Shoyo, was still fast asleep, snuggled close to his side, his face nestled against Ushijima’s chest.

A small, rare smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips as he gazed at Shoyo’s peaceful expression. Dressed in a simple white yukata, Shoyo looked even more adorable than usual, his features soft and relaxed. Ushijima felt a surge of warmth and affection, remembering the whirlwind of their wedding day, how beautiful Shoyo had looked, and how lucky he was to call him his husband.

Reaching out, Ushijima gently caressed Shoyo’s cheek, the touch light and tender. Slowly, Shoyo’s eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. A soft, sleepy smile spread across his face as he blinked up at Wakatoshi.

“Good morning, Toshi,” Shoyo mumbled, his voice warm and hushed, still laced with the remnants of sleep.

Ushijima leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Shoyo’s lips. “Good morning, Sho,” he replied in his deep, soft voice, the words filled with love.

They lay there in the quiet for a moment, the stillness of the morning wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Then, Ushijima’s brows furrowed slightly in thought. “We didn’t do anything last night?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice as he started kissing the side of Shoyo’s neck, his lips trailing slow, tender kisses.

Shoyo let out a soft chuckle, a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head slightly to the side, enjoying the feeling. “Nope,” he replied with a laugh, his voice playful. “You were way too wasted, Toshi.”

Ushijima sighed, a low, rumbling sound of mild frustration, before resting his forehead against Shoyo’s shoulder. “I see…”

Shoyo couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound light and teasing as he ran his fingers through Ushijima’s hair. “We’ve got plenty of time for that, right Toshi?” he said with a grin, his tone full of affection. “Besides, I like seeing you like this. You’re cute when you’re drunk.”

Ushijima huffed softly, though the smile on his face betrayed him as he looked back at Shoyo. “Cute, huh?”

Shoyo nodded, still smiling up at his husband. “Very cute.”

With another quiet chuckle, Wakatoshi pressed a final kiss to Shoyo’s lips, savoring the warmth of the moment, knowing that the rest of their life together was just beginning.

[wanderingwilsons]

Okay. Buckle up, y'all. This is a long post filled with amazingness.

First of all, I can't believe you can just drive your car here and not pay some sort of National Park fee or something for the scenic drive alone. It is GORGEOUS. You ride along winding roads through the forest filled with beautiful waterfalls. A good bit of the drive is just the Oirase River alongside you until you see the lake water.

The sky was bright and the weather was perfect. We rolled the windows down and tried to keep our eyes on the road (and not run over exploring pedestrians along the 102).

But before we get to the beautiful sites, I thought I would entertain you with our konbini (convenient store) car snacks that we grabbed before hitting the road that morning.

Before we moved here, we had heard about the konbinis around Japan. Namely 7 Eleven and their selection of snacks and food. Unlike America, there aren't any gas pumps related to these convenient stores even if they are along almost every road you travel on.

The three most popular ones are 7 Eleven, Lawson and Family Mart.

At each konbini you can find a selection of baked goods, ramen, soups, meals, fruit, fried chicken, buns and coffee. It's A LOT. There are so many options I never truly know what I want to choose, but on this particular day I decided to go for the pizza bun (YES. A pizza bun. #noregrets), a matcha donut and an egg salad sandwich. I only opted for the egg salad because Trevor snagged the last one with teriyaki chicken. Y'all. It's wild. And delicious.

Alright. Enough about the food. Back to the beauty.

This charming National Park held beautiful trails, shops, restaurants and it was only 500 yen (practically $3 USD) to park for the day.

We took a trail toward the lake called "The Path of Good Fortune." Shrines lined the path toward the expansive lake. Behind one of the shrines, was a huge hole in the rock wall. In centuries past, ascetic monks would seclude themselves inside of them.

Upon approaching the lake, you can't help but be in awe of its almost crystal blue waters. Expanding 28.5 miles in diameter, the Towada Lake gets its nickname the "Mysterious Lake" as it doesn't freeze in the winter.

Read more about the history of Lake Towada and its spiritual places here.

You can walk along the shore of the lake and find yourself at the iconic site of the Lake Towada Maiden statue. The purpose of this symbolic sculpture built in 1953 by the late sculptor and literary figure, Takamura Kotaro, was to celebrate the 15th anniversary of the National Park.

According to one source, the sculpture also represents "three important figures in the history of Towada: Omachi Keigetsu, a famous poet who wrote of Lake Towada’s beauty at a time when the region was barely known; Takeda Chiyosaburo, then-governor of Aomori Prefecture; and Ogasawara Koichi, then-mayor of Towada. Takamura spent a year working on the 2.1-meter-tall bronze maidens, for which it is said his deceased wife, Chieko, was the model."

We jumped back on the trails and found the path to the Towada Shrine. The torii gate at the beginning of the path reveals a winding path lined with cedar trees and beauty.

The walk was peaceful and beautiful. Along the path were fallen leaves signaling the fall, but the greenery was still just as vibrant as summer.

It's impossible not to be in awe of its beauty. The amount of work and detail that goes into these landscapes and its surroundings doesn't go unappreciated by me.

Before reaching the shrine, you are greeted by a ceremony hand washing table with a dragon. To the right you will see steep rock steps that take you to the shrine and it was all I could do but to stand in awe of its beauty.

In the 9th century, this Shinto Shrine was built in honor of the Japanese folk-hero Yamato Takeru and is known as the home for the water spirit (source).

While we didn't participate in the spiritual practices, we were still able to walk around and admire its beauty and architecture.

And, of course, I got a goshuin to add to my collection.

We headed back down the other side of the hill to head back to our car. At this point, we were ready to grab some lunch but before heading out, we walked in a souvenir shop and grabbed a couple apple tarts.

There was SO MUCH more we could have explored. Trevor and I have decided we are going to spend a day walking alongside the Oirase River and Gorge to see all the beautiful waterfalls. There were a handful of beautiful hotels to stay in on the way up to the lake that we took note of, too.

We didn't eat at the park. Instead we drove back toward the Oirase Brewery about 45 minutes away which held its own experiences. Our day wasn't over...

But I think I will write about that another day.

Til next time wanderers, xoxo

[mizukixtsukiyomi]

Guess what I'm doing...Gojou x Kagome x Getou

“Are you okay, Kagome-chan?” Getou asked over his shoulder as they stopped at one of the more open areas of the torii gates.  

“Huh?” She blinked out of her thoughts. “Y-Yeah...I was just enjoying the quietness.”  

“Oh, then I’m sorry for interrupting your peace.” He smiled.  

Kagome shook her head, “n-no, it’s okay. I was content.”  

Getou’s expression softened at the sight of her smile. His thoughts sprinkled back the memory of Gojou mentioning her pure energy. The energy she could emit naturally.  

“Are you okay?” Kagome asked back. “You seemed more troubled than me.”  

“Yes,” he replied, “just a bit tired.”  

“Probably because we are both tired of babysitting these two girls.” Gotou yawned.  

Kagome’s glare snapped over to Gojou, “is that so? Don’t get so sad, Gojou-kun. We all know you are going to miss us once we leave you.”  

Gojou turned to her and inched closer to her face. “You really think so, huh? You think I’m going to miss your ass that much?”  

“Oh I know you will!” She stuck her tongue out.  

“Maybe you’re going to miss being by us hot guys!” Gojou blew a raspberry to her.  

“You two...,” Getou nervously laughed as he saw the two were going at it back and forth.  

Laughter erupted from the other end, making the trio turn to see Amanai losing her mind. She held her stomach with her two hands before clearing out a tear from the corner of her eye. “You three are too funny together!”  

Kagome and the other two relaxed back, smiling as they saw Amanai was more than relaxed at that point. It was the sight they wanted to see before sending her off.  

“Well,” Amanai spoke, clearing her throat, “it’s good to see that friendships grew out of this small trip. Thank you...all three of you for making this a special moment in my life.”  

Getou nodded, “well, thank you to everyone for working so hard to do what they could.” Looking around, Getou saw the bigger of the torii gates just a few steps away. “We’re inside Jujutsu High’s barrier now.”  

Amanai grabbed the cloth towel from Misato’s hand before using it to clear the sweat from her forehead. “What a relief!”  

“Satoru.”  

Gojou looked over to see Getou looking over to him with a smile of his own. “Hm?”  

“You really worked hard this time.”  

A heavy sigh escaped Gojou’s lips. 

Kagome’s shoulders tensed as she sensed Gojou’s aura shrink in size. Is that why she felt the air so thick? It was his aura she was feeling? ‘That’s why he was exhausted...he must have had a protective spell of sorts to protect us and keep an eye out.’ It had her wondering if she should have done the same to help. Her head flashed back to his warning.  

‘You are to not use any of your abilities while this mission is going on. Do you understand?’ 

Her fingers curled into her palm. She wanted to help!  

“Like I said, I’m just happy to stop this babysitting mission!” He rolled his eyes. Parting his lips to speak again, Gojou felt a sharp object pierce through his chest making his eyes widen as everything around him slowed down. Eyes slowly lowered to his chest only to see a big blade resting with his blood staining the point and red droplets drip to the sand.  

The group fell silent as they saw their companion frozen in place from the shock and pain. Kagome’s eyes widened with shock as she saw the long blade resting in Gojou’s chest. Red. Too much red. Her sense immediately snapped her out of her shock to see a black-haired male standing behind Gojou’s body with his hands holding onto the hilt of the sword.  

‘W-Wait a minute...,’ Kagome’s throat went dry, ‘there’s no way Gojou-kun got stabbed! Didn’t they say we were inside Jujutsu High’s barrier?! Then why?!’ The priestess watched as the mysterious male slowly withdrew his blade from Gojou’s chest, only for a gush of blood to spill under his feet. A smirk decorated the man’s lips as he twirled the hilt of his weapon in his hand. This man oozed of corruption.  

A curse.  

Turning his head over his shoulder, Gojou forced a smirk over his lips. “Have we met before?”  

“Don’t worry about.” The mysterious male’s voice was deep and low, but the tone was enveloped with confidence. “I’m terrible at remembering guys’ names, too.”  

Gojou’s eyes scrunched. What did he mean by that? 

“I once went to go see the brat born into the Gojou clan with the Six Eyes on a lark,” he continued. He scoffed at the memory of the little Gojou kid once watching him with those icy blue eyes. “Never before or after that had anyone noticed me standing behind them. That’s why I wore the infamous Gojou down.”  

Kagome’s pupils enlarged as she heard the man’s plan. ‘You stupid girl! You should have placed a barrier! You should have helped! You should have used your powers! Now-!’ 

The sound of gushing blood and flesh ripped into their ear drums as they saw the black-haired man stab Gojou once more.  

Gojou quickly twisted his upper body to throw a gust of curse energy towards him and blast him away from his person. As soon as the male was thrown away from Gojou, Getou’s body took an offensive stance and released a worm-like curse out of his collection to attack their enemy. Kagome’s eyes watched as the beige colored worm exploded out of thin air and stretched out in a blink of an eye to the size of a bus to pin the man.  

Kagome’s ears picked up the sound of coughing, making her turn to see Gojou falling to one knee and clutching his chest. “G-Gojou-kun-!” She stopped in her tracks as she saw his palm signaling her to stop.  

“I’m fine...,” he forced another smile. “I didn’t make it in time with my technique, but it missed my vitals.”  

Her brows furrowed out of worry, “vitals or not, you need to be healed!”  

“I strengthened myself with cursed energy so the blade couldn’t be swiftly drawn out.” He tried to reassure her with a gentle smile. “It was like passing a safety pin through a knit sweater. Prioritize Amanai first – the mission.”  

“That makes no sense!” Kagome exclaimed. As she took a step forward, she felt Gojou’s hardened glare on her person before his gaze shifted over to Getou.  

“Get her out.”  

Getou blinked – who? Amanai? Or was his priority someone else-? 

“I’ll deal with him.” Standing up, Gojou faced the cursed spirit worm as it began to shake uncontrollably. Stretching out his arm in front of his chest while holding it down with his other arm, he sighed. “Suguru, get her out of here. Trust me, it would do us no good or Jujutsu High to have her captured.”  

“Satoru...,” Getou whispered under his breath as he turned his attention to both Amanai and Misato. Both laced in fear yet taking their defensive stance. Shifting his focus over to the priestess near him, he watched as her fingers began to flex. Was she getting ready to fight? He closed his eyes in thought. He knew the mission, yet knowing his best friend, he also knew that demand from him wasn’t related to the mission at all. He sighed as he grabbed Kagome’s wrist within his grasp.  

[calmingram]

A majestic scene of a stone torii gate and hydrangeas. A glimpse into the beauty of Japan, where nature and faith intertwine.

The delicate petals of the hydrangeas accentuate the power of the torii gate. The tranquil atmosphere provides a moment of peace and serenity.

I captured this precious moment, showcasing the beauty of Japanese traditional culture and nature.

https://www.instagram.com/calmin.gram/

[christiangittingsblog]

Things not to do as a tourist in Japan

The picture below shows one thing you should not do as a tourist in Japan.

The picture shows someone swinging on a Torii gate in a japanese shrine., which you should not do, as this disrespects japanese culture not only that it also damages japanese heritage, swinging on Torii gate is like someone going to stonehenge and pushing one of the stones over or going to a church like Westminster Abbey in London and pushing a cross over.

If you are going to Japan or any country for that matter, respect their culture as you are a guest in their country.

If you are going to be visiting a japanese shrine while you are in Japan, please read the following advice: by the JP in Japan, Facebook page.

"Respect Japanese Culture: What NOT to Do at Shrines

Climbing or hanging on the crossbeam of a Torii gate is frowned on. A Torii gate is a sacred structure marking the entrance to Shinto shrines. Engaging in this type of behaviour mentioned above is highly disrespectful for several reasons:

1. Torii Gates are Sacred: Torii gates represent the boundary between the physical and spiritual world. Touching or using them inappropriately, as seen here, is a sign of disrespect toward their religious significance.

2. Risk of Damage: Climbing or hanging on sacred structures like Torii gates can cause physical damage. Many of these gates are maintained with great care, and damage can lead to expensive repairs or irreversible harm.

3. Disturbing the Sanctity of the Space: Shrines are places of worship, tranquillity, and reflection. Actions like this disrupt the peaceful environment and can be seen as disrespectful by worshippers and visitors.

Before visiting a Japanese shrine or temple, here’s what you need to know to respect the culture and the sacredness of these places:

1. Dress modestly: Wear conservative clothing that covers your shoulders and knees. Avoid flashy or revealing outfits.

2. Purification ritual: Use the water basin near the entrance to wash your hands and rinse your mouth before proceeding. This simple ritual is an important sign of respect.

3. Torii gates and approach: Bow slightly before entering through a Torii gate, and walk along the sides of the pathway as the centre is reserved for deities.

4. Prayers and offerings: At shrines, bow twice, clap twice, make your prayer, and bow again. At temples, bow before praying without clapping.

5. Footwear: Some temples require you to remove your shoes before entering certain areas. Follow the rules and place your shoes neatly in designated areas.

6. Photos and noise: While photography is allowed in many temples and shrines, there are sacred areas where it’s forbidden. Maintain a quiet and respectful demeanor.

7. Donation box: Before praying, you can toss a coin (commonly a 5 yen coin for luck) into the offering box.

8. Do not point: Pointing at religious statues or symbols is considered rude and disrespectful.

9. No food or drink: Refrain from eating and drinking inside temple or shrine grounds unless there’s a designated area for it.

10. Mind the incense: If you see an incense burner, you can light a stick as an offering but never blow out the incense. Let it burn naturally.

By following these qguidelines, you’ll show respect for the culture and ensure that these sacred places remain preserved and honoured for future generations. "

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Torii gate at the peaceful Nezu Shrine. @travelgraphics @visittokyo-blog

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A Raiden Blurb.

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Have a lord Raiden blurb. For no reason other than he need love,deserves better and gives me comfort.

I apologize in advance if this is self indulgent. But he's comfort character(i self ship with him too but he's mostly comfort character, i find peace with raiden fr. I ask myself sometime wwlrd? Or what wisdom would he give me in this scenario?).So I'm writing this sorta bias. So srry not srry.

Also apologizes if this isn't the best,it's been a bit since i actually wrote. But i hope you enjoy regardless.

Cw:hurt/comfort,angst,fluff,self indulgent. Not an x reader. Also slight mentions of past deaths,not anyone in particular just death in general(dunno if that is important or a tw but i wanted to mention it),mentions of my hcs for shang. If i missed anything let me know plz.

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I sat down on my terrace patio of my apartment,listening to the rain,it felt heavy. Some tea in my hands. Warmth of the steam fills my nose upon my face. Somber thoughts race through my mind.

A few years ago i was thrusted into a world,a world of constant danger. Mortal men and women fighting each other to death for some cosmic war i never wanted to be a part of. I was fine being ignorant to it all. Living life as i was...and yet. I wouldn't have met the people i have. Wonderful people. People that have fueled my very soul and shaken my worldview to it's core. Made me grow,learn,see farther than i ever dreamed.

And yet,that looming danger. That hunger. It knaws at me. That voice in the back of my mind.

"Do it,you know you love it. Doesn't it thrill you? Don't you like how it sounds?...how it feels against your knuckles as it's crimson luster flows across your skin. The feel of power and strength. The way that victory tastes. And defeat only makes you crave it more?" This feeling I've never felt. This world that i have been apart of for a good time now. Never truly leaves. Even when peace surrounds me. Even when i am home...am i truly? Who am i truly? What have i become or am becoming? It terrifies me. But not because of the craving for violence. Or the thrill kombat gives me. But because it doesn't bother me,it should. But it doesn't.

What should be an easy task to decide,for any sane moral person. Is difficult.

I sought some answers,and if anything comfort of another.

I finished my tea. Got up. And put on my boots and coat. Grabbed my umbrella. And went to the temple. I lived on the city limits but still was an easy walk to the temple that was near.

The temple of lord raiden. God of thunder,protector of earthrealm. Or as normal people call it....earth. yeah i know,confusing right? It was for me too the first time.

As i approached the temple gates. The torii. They loom with dark red. I can hear the soft sounds of the chimes and temple bells. Prayers of monks. And the serenity of this place.

However,no matter the peace. The welcoming faces and smiles. I still felt like i wasn't even on this planet. Lost in my own realm if that makes any sense. But i chalk that up to my anxiety,as i always tell myself. But im sure lord raiden would see right through that shit.

But i needed to talk to him. If anything just to tell me "you're overthinking,you need rest,something...tell me something."

I don't usually pray,i don't go to temples outside of with any neighbors or out of courtesy. I'm not heavily religious,i do believe in spirits and am open minded. As all things have a merit of truth to it. But this...praying to an actual deity i could touch,feel,talk to,as if they knew me and my soul since birth yet never really knew me. It's terrifying. But more so because of how at ease i felt with him. And how familiar he felt. Like a long lost friend.

His brother is much the same. Lord fujin,god the winds. But he is on a whole nother level of intense. I walked up to the shrine. Paid my tribute. Lit the incense,and bowed deeply once. Clapped my hands together and took a deep breath. In my prayer i asked for lord raiden to come visit me. To give me wisdom and insight. Comfort of my own storm inside my mind. The questions that burned still.

As i prayed. I could sense the incense getting dim in the dark but serene temple shrine.

It went out,smoke loomed and whisped.

Swirls of the smoke formed a face and a flash sparked in front of me. Not a large boom but a quick flash of light. Like the spark of the burning incense ignited in front of me and formed him.

Lord raiden. He stood before me,manifested.

A very tall man. Long white hair trailed down,slight waves of silver glinted in the strands. Eyes that glowed softy. A very silver-blue tint. With flickers of electricity in them,but soft...like the rain. A golden tint to his skin. Otherworldly yet so...human. tattoos of thunderstorms and swirling clouds laces his exposed arms. A sleeveless training gi he wore. White and grey. His presence never ceases to leave me in awe. Even after these many years of my mortal life.

"Lord raiden,i have come to ask of you humbly of your wisdom" i said with a slight shake in my voice as i bowed deep in respects.

He laughed as he crossed his arms and then sighed.

"You don't have to do that,you can just ask me. I told you i dislike formality outside of where it is nessicary. Especially from my former pupils"

*sigh* "but i appreciate it. As this is a temple."

I thanked him. Bowing again out of habit.

"Lord raiden....i wish to ask you some things that have been bothering me."

Raiden then looked at me with a smile.

"Of course,but let us speak about it somewhere more private" he led me to a tea house. The rain around us seeming falling away like we were in a bubble of energy....Still freaks me out.

He opened the shoji screen took off his sandels and so did i. We stepped inside and sat down.

Raiden got two cups,and poured the tea.

"Now,what is it that is bothering you krista?"

"You don't normally come to the temple so formally. In fact. I just hear you call my name and fujin my brother tells me. Our visits aren't this formal."

I sipped the tea,still shaking from nerves.

"L-lord raiden. I am going to be honest. And i apologize if I'm so blunt....but I'm absolutely terrified"

Lord raiden looks at me with concern but speaks with a calming tone.

"I can see that. Remember to breathe. You know i would never bring you harm or discomfort my dear."

"Now,what is it that is terrifying you? Making you so anxious as to call upon a god in an abnormal way for a practical woman such as yourself?"

I sat down the tea cup. Took a deep breath,slightly tearing up as i do. I hate sensory overload of my mind. I could sense he knew this. Hence the more private and quieter place of the teahouse.

"Lord raiden. I have been plagued with feelings. Feelings i am not sure if i should be feeling."

"After the tournament and returning to a swmi normal life. I have been feeling these on and off cravings for kombat. For violence. And i know that i fight for whats right. And to help protect my home. As you,many masters and many of my friends have done. But these feelings. I'm scared that i love kombat too much. That it doesn't bother me as much as it should. I've been told even by that sorcerer,shang tsung i have a nurturing soul. But if that's so? Why do i relish in kombat?"

Raiden sighed. Put down his cup. Took a breath and looked at me.

In the most serious but most insightful words he's ever spoken to me,said.

"Krista. I know of too well of how you feel. Many others have been in your shoes and down the same path as you. These feelings are normal. Everyone has them. Even me"

I looked at him,wiping my tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Even you lord raiden?" I said.

"Yes,even me. I get concerned with these feelings. Cravings as you stated. But i remember why i do what i do. Who i fight for,what i fight for. And truly there is no wrong answer. Only choice. There is no one way in handling your darker half. But you must. *pointing finger* you must accept it. If you are to become enlightened. You will continue to suffer,if you do not."

His words stung. But they are true.

"I feel you are in need of creature comforts. Not formalities."

"I know you krista. You indeed have a sweet soul *mutters: one thing i have to agree with the sorcerer* . *reaches arms out in gestures for a hug.* come,embrace me....you big softie"

I quickly rush to embrace him. Holding him tightly. I burst into tears,crying in his chest. Letting go the many many many months even years of pent up emotions.

"Why raiden?! Why is it so hard?! Why can't i see myself the way you do? Or my friends do. Why do i feel so lost?! It hurts. I hate fighting,but i know i need to. I'm so tired raiden."

I sob pleading for the hurt to stop.

His embrace and arms hold me tightly but gently. He rests his face ontop of my head kissing it gently and ernestly. His breath is warm but soft. Like a summer breeze.

"I know,i know it is. And you're allowed to feel tired. Believe me,I'm tired too. Have been for millennia now. *chuckles* but what we dont do is unpack there. You have such wisdom yourself. And the reason why you can't see yourself as the beautiful soul you are. Is simply because you are scared to. It's unfamiliar. And it's alright to feel this way. You are a natural healer. But you need to give yourself the love,the care,the space and the tenderness you give others. The fire and the inspiration you give my other warriors is incredible. But you,my dear *lifts chin up to look at him eye to eye* need to give yourself the same. Because that beautiful woman inside you,needs it the most."

"It's taken me much loss to see this too. I might be wise but even masters need teaching and refreshment too"

*i wipe my tears*

"Really? Like how?"

Raiden looked at me with his soften eyes. Slight sadness behind them.

"I have seen this before. Liu kang,the champion of earthrealm. Your friend and fellow warrior. Has felt these feelings before. I said very similar things to him. However unlike him. You have something very similar to shang tsung"

I was taken aback. Paused. And asked.

"S-shang tsung?! How so? That seems odd"

Raiden explains

"Ah but it's true. Shang tsung as you know him now. Wasn't always a sorcerer. Let alone the serpent he masquerades as."

"He was a warrior,just like you. A mortal whom wished nothing but to protect those he cared for. But he instead of sitting with his emotions. He gave into rage. Although i did not help him in this time which he needed me the most. I did not give him the comfort he sought. As i am doing with you right now. Even liu kang i struggled with. Though not nearly as much"

"You see my dear,i do not always have an answer. Even if i did,i wouldn't know how to truly give it."

"Shang tsung was also a healing soul. Much like you. He was always trying his best to fight for those he loved. Much like liu kang. But unlike liu kang,he didn't have the same experiences of friendship,closeness,and love as my many other warriors i have trained in my eternal life"

I asked raiden after getting this insight.

"Lord raiden. If shang tsung,did have that do you think he'd be different?"

Raiden sighed

"Perhaps. This knaws at me every day. But then again. Perhaps not. It's hard to say. But this isn't about him. What i am trying to tell you. Is don't let that spark die out. You keep that faith. Please. If not in me,if not in the cause for you realm. Then the principals of you as a warrior and a healing force"

"Never forget krista that there are people that love you. Genuinely. That your friends love you. That i lo..that you are important."

I looked at him,slightly catching that pause.

But smiled and continued sitting and laying against his chest.

"Domo,raiden-sama. I needed this"

Raiden smiled rubbing my back.

"Of course,anytime"

He kissed the top of my head.

We then chatted some more. But i remembered i needed to get home.

Raiden looked at me and said. "I could fly you there. It's not far right?" "I mean it beats walking" raising a brow with a cheeky expression.

"Well yeah i mean. I guess it would" i said. But before i could continue. He picked me up. Scooping me bridal style. And flew out the doors of the teahouse.

Not a single raindrop hit us as we flew down the road in the sky.

We came to my apartment patio. He sat me down.

I said to him

"Thank you raiden,for everything."

He smiled at me and said

"Of course. Oh and next time? Just call my name and I'll be there."

I laughed a bit at that. "Of course lord raiden" smiling as he flew off.

I felt lighter. But i still wondered...why did he feel like he had guilt for shang tsung being how he was. If it was his choice than why feel guilt over something he chose? What happened?" But i guess that was for another visit. But more importantly than that.

"What was that pause when he said that i am loved? Could he have been trying to say that he loves....nah. I'm overthinking it."

But i couldn't help but blush at the thought.

The rain felt more calm now.

I got my cup and brewed some tea.

Sat down. And gave the rain a proper listen this time...it's beautiful. Just like the god that creates it. Like a beautiful haiku,a song,or a painter.

The tea was good too.

My soul was at ease now.

His eyes,Soft...like the rain.

[pearlymoonglow]

🌊✨️Splity in front of floating torii: the Itsukushima Shinto Shrine

A world UNESCO Heritage site dating from 12th century. It was my dream to walk down to this floating majestic beauty- the embodinent of mesmerizing japanese shinto spirit. Reflection of all creativity and spirit of people. I could stare at it for hours and hours...the aquamarine colors of the Seto Inland sea and sky with sapphire color of mountains and bright coral red torii...no words to describe this peace. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐🌊✨️⛩️🪸🐚