The shining star of Watatsumi, the priestess beloved by all, her people accepting her with open arms from the beginning, throughout the civil war within the walls of Inazuma, Kokomi stayed strong, her fear or worries never leading her. Kokomi herself, by the end of this war, had begun to fade, leaving the shell of what she used to be. Kokomi, by herself in the room she had adorned cried on her bed. The light she had gone, left with her disheveled self.