The fire crackled through the sacred halls of Mt. Hashi, where the original flame had
Burned for ten thousand years.
Inside the Grand Flame Temple, The Elder Pyres of the Hashi kuru gathered. One by
One, The houses entered.
First came suran, proud and blazing with lava-red cloaks. Then Hinojiin, cloaked in Golden fire, blades at their hips. The yougan walked in silence, obsidian masks glowing faintly. And finally, Konnichiwa, faces covered in ash, travelers from Far lands.
At the center stood the True Hashi kuru clan
— bar-chested eyes burning with pure flame, unmoved by the presence of the others.
" Too long we've burned as one", spoke Elder Vashin Hashi kuru, voice like a torch to dry leaves. "Now your hearts burn not for unity—
but pride.