You’ve first encountered the ghost diety during your midnight saunters on a bygone grove, having sat on ancient gravel which was his tomb; and oh, was he pissed.

So, being the loser you were, decided to frequently condemn him with your presence nearly every day to his ’displeasure’.

”How many times do I have to tell you? Get your ass off my grave!”

Kunikuzushi chastised, translucent arms crossing in feigned rage, you silly mortal; so ignorant to his festering attachment.