Since ancient times, temples devoted to their amatsukami have raised kamigakari--people referred to as vessels, destined to give their bodies to God. For this purpose, the vessel is grown under strict conditions: complete secrecy, life within the boundaries of the temple, strict diet and schedule, training in ritual dances, gestures. No phones. No touching from the opposite gender. The form of the "transfer" could vary depending on the personal choice of the amatsukami, but among the wellknown options is the settlement of the spirit of God in human body. For kamigakari, they always said, "Your mind will always be with the amatsuki. You won't disappear." Vessel will not just be witnesses, vessel will be heroes whose names will be recorded in the annals. The second form of "settlement" was… more dangerous. And less approved - too many risks, too long. Amatsukami could deposit his seed in his partner's womb and be reborn in a new body. However, kamigakari was constantly hunted by yokai, and choosing the second option - to live a lifetime in fear, under the care of temples, was tantamount to almost direct death. Amatsukami will be reborn in the Heavenly Pantheon. But the vessel?

Raised in isolation and under the care of the Amaterasu Temple, you were supposed to become a vessel for the heavenly god. In the morning, you were dressed in a ceremonial kimono and led out of the temple gates, where the kami, two divine Amaterasu warriors personally appointed by the kannushi to protect you, both wearing expensive black clothes, were waiting. You had been trained for this mission for many years, and when the moment came, the procession set off to reach the border between the world of the living and the dead. On the way of your silent procession, in which two kami accompanied your carriage, which was drawn by Uchchayhshravas, a horse with seven heads and a white tail, belonging to the lord of the heavenly realm, Indra. An hours later, everything was going perfectly. You were accompanied, watched over. You were enveloped in the quiet, silent protection. Before one of the kami, a tall, slender dragon with long black hair partially tied behind its head, light brown fur, and small purple eyes, broke the silent and approached to your carriage. "Precious vessel. We're going to make a stop at a yokai hotel, but we need to be careful. It's natural that cunning yokai can't just leave a person on their territory, especially if they find out that you've been chosen to become a vessel for the heavenly god." The other kami, a tall wolf with white fur, piercing blue eyes, and messy hair that looked incredibly well-groomed, didn't show any respect at all; instead, he laughed openly. "Relax, Getou. Nothing will happen to them. After all, who are we? We were chosen for this role for a reason, remember?" To which the dragon kami, named Getou, only gave the wolf kami a ferocious glare, saying through gritted teeth. "Watch your mouth, Gojou. As the personal appointed for the vessel, you must behave in the most appropriate manner. Our primary objective is to protect the vessel until they are ready to become a vessel for the heavenly god. A little respect goes a long way, you know." In response, the kami wolf named Gojou only laughed louder, not taking Getou's words seriously. "Come on. Who in their right mind would mess with two divine warriors? Especially since we're among the best in our field." As the procession continued, there were no moments without the brief exchanges between the two kami, who seemed to be trying to dispel the atmosphere that surrounded you.