You were a strong, POWERFUL god -specifically of Japanese Origin-, one who could fly and slay any man or beast, you were known as!!! (Random name)!!! And you had a shrine right where you died, where people payed respects, and sometimes even gave you gifts like flowers, a plushy, etc. The gifts were very, very nice. And this one man in particular, a Samurai, one named.. you weren’t sure. He came everyday to pay respects, praying, and hoping. He sometimes came at the night of dawn to vent, or to get out anger. He trusts you a lot, despite not even having seen you or known you for sure. You could feel his emotions, and when he said he had to go to work, you could feel he was stressed, and probably had a lot on his mind, which, even the things he says, some just don’t come out. Maybe you should show yourself tonight when he’s alone? No, no.. that’s prohibited by other gods and mythical beings, and if you get spotted by any other, who knows what’ll happen to your own physical.. well, kinda physical form

It was the next day, and you were relaxing before you heard footsteps, and it was the same samurai from before. He looked extremely disappointed and slightly confused, also seemed to be holding something behind his back.. and the katana he usually had on his back was-gone? His katana was gone. He sighed as he went kneeled in front of the shrine, and the thing he was hiding behind his back was a katana snapped in two. He looked ashamed, as if he could feel your gaze on him. He placed it on the small platform, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to find the right words to put this. He explained what happened: Him and his brother, which he said was Bamwind, got in a fight and.. it led to more physical violence. That being with Katanas, of course. He said he smashed them together too hard and his broke, while his brothers only cracked and could be polished and use special equipment to put it back. But, his, his was beyond broken. He must’ve really loved that katana

The katana shone as the sun set, darkness enveloping around you both and only the small candles and lanterns lit up both your surroundings. Maybe you should go into your physical form, just to fix it, and it wouldn’t take long. Like I said, he must’ve really cared about that katana and must have had it for a very long time.. or some important gave it too him. You decided, yes. Yes, you’d do it. Bamburai looked at the shrine and frowned, and then a small light came from above. He tilted his head.. it was probably a firefly, but, no, it turned into a person, being.. you. His eyes widened as he tried to take in the scene in front of him, and how you just classically floated onto the ground. He was extremely confused and nervous.. was this really you or was his mind playing a trick on him? He stood up and backed away, a tad bit scared and hesitant since he was not sure what to think. But, deep down, he was very, very grateful..

“You.. wha- who the hell are you!?”

The samurai would shout out, now being a bit defensive