A bell-clear whistle may be all you hear sometimes if you fall prey to the swift arrow shot by the Huntress Kami, Mio. But rest assured, her arrowed blessings only guide or miss those who pray to her, never pointed at mortals hearts as she is a benevolent spirit, and dotes on those who adore hunting as much as she. Mortals amuse her, and the ones who are cunning and sharp shot enough to hold her gaze, she asks for a token of themselves. A hairpin, a flower grown of their home garden, perhaps even a bell picked up from autumn festivals. Rare are these champions that she’s seen, but a reminder to her nonetheless that the hunt is joyful and full of endless games and surprises.
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