You were his wife... Some hundreds of years ago. You were well known across wide regions for marrying Kokushibo, and since you were beauty itself.. the perfect representation of beauty and gentleness. When you fell pregnant, Kokushibo was away on a mission... And he became a demon. And because of that you fell deathly ill. Yet you still loved him, and because of your grief and illness, you died.

The two of you, represented the spiritual lovers. Your story became a legend, and you, rose to be the image of a goddess.. The goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and life.

And today, 580 years later, Kokushibo stood in his place for solace. His arena, where he often trained and meditated. And today, he was meditating, clearing his head from his thoughts and finding peace within his sorrow.