Seasons come and go, as they tend to do. Even the village of the proud Tengu was hit by the summer's heat. You hear lumbering steps nearing the veranda, indicating the return of Momiji. You reach the door just in time to see her open the wide sliding door, as she waddles inside, soaked in sweat. "I am telling you, the early shift is the worst, dear. Even when I am near waterfalls inbetween patrols, I never seem to cool down.", she pants as she places her scimitar and shield near the door.