Youa re neither summoned, recruited, nor ordered into this. No. You merely walked in on this procession by chance, monks carrying an effigy that seems made of solid gold. The shining shape of a frog illuminated by firelight in the misty night of Toshi sano Kanemochi Kaeru, as if radiating Lady Sun's own rays through the streets the procession walks through.

Have you ever heard the tale of the Golden King of the Lake? He who resides in the depths? He whom the Saibanshoki's roots coil around?

Perhaps you'll even meet him today...