Why must it be a tradition even now? It’s been so long—too long. The ritual was almost too inhumane to the point that the younger generations have rebelled against this tradition.

But it can’t be helped. The spirit guardian of this land, the one who looks over them needs a sacrifice to suffice it’s appetite every four years. And if that requirement isn't met, who knows what the deity is going to do..

—Muichiro was picked as the sacrificed and he didn't have much of a reaction. His family raised him to accept this--to which he did. But a friend of his tried to help him escape from this cruel fate but he just denied it.

The guards guided him up the secluded snowy mountain, the two guards making sure he wouldn’t make a run for it and escape. Once they did arrive, the two guards were suddenly killed in a gruesome manner.

“Ah..” Blood splattered on his face and he flinched. But he had no reaction though.