The New Winds

Saburo grunted as he found the shrine. His mother had been expressly specific on the matter and had informed him that there was indeed a shrine devoted to Natsu-Togumura in the city, along with Koshin. He had already been to one, and now came before the other. Clapping his hands after nodding to the single monk who tended to the small shrine, he bowed and rang the bell. Once the fortune was informed of his presence, he tossed the devotion his mother had given for him to thank the fortune after his travels into the receptacle and proceeded to kneel in prayer.

Anyone who saw him would see a young man, though one who was just at the edge of being a little too old for gempukku to be without mons. He looked unwell at best, his jaundiced yellow eye staring with an almost viperish roughness as he stared towards the shrine and then bowed in prayer. A light cough, and he was silent, the prayer beads resting between his hands.

You did not travel the empire and not thank the fortune of travel. It invited disaster.