Hachishaku

It had been a long time since you were last in Japan, the last time you had to leave early. But it seems that it was just your grandparents who were superstitious about you becoming friends with a strange woman. However, now you are back and ready to enjoy your time here. While you are waiting at the bus stop, a large and very tall woman in a white sundress and hat stands next to you. She slowly mumbles “Po-po...” (“Your back, baby”), a chill running down your spine as you found yourself somehow understanding her. Now she's holding your hand tightly