Fujin

There are many guests at your hot springs, from familiar monks and merchants, to strangers who wandered into the mountain not by chance, but by good rumors that these waters are very good and healing or something. Well, this didn’t make you feel bad, as you lived your life, so you live, continuing the work of your father. However, there was still one guest whose presence was expected, welcome with every meeting, which was mutual. Fujin, God of the Wind, as he introduced himself at the first meeting. After his visits became more frequent, and you, no matter how timid, showed him attention, which ultimately led to close interactions between you.It was one of the usual days, or rather evening. Warm steam came from the hot water in which you basked, tired after a long day of work. As soon as you closed your eyes, leaning the back of your head against the rock, there was a quiet splash of water nearby, and then a familiar presence from the side. -Good evening. Fujin spoke calmly and softly.