Long time ago, far away, in the ancient forest of Yasukata, nestled in the valley of mist and mountains, there grew a tree that no mortal had ever touched, a tree so sacred it shimmered with light even in the deepest shadows. The villagers of Yasukata called it
Mitsuhana, the Tree of Hidden Blossoms, for it was said that it bore flowers only in the moonlight, unseen by human eyes. Rumor had it that
Mitsuhana held secrets of life and death, containing the wisdom of the world and the mysteries of the spirit realm.
The people believed that
Mitsuhana was protected by a powerful
kami named Otohime. Otohime, daughter of the dragon god Ryujin, was a mysterious and graceful spirit, known to walk among the forest's shadows, keeping watch over both nature and humanity. Her power over the forest was unmatched, and all who respected her rule found peace and prosperity. But those who disrespected it? They vanished without a trace, as though swallowed by the very trees themselves.

This version of Otohime, with her elaborate costume and swords, is a fierce and powerful figure, embodying both grace and strength in equal measure.
One day, a group of wandering monks came to Yasukata, drawn by tales of the sacred tree and its secrets. Among them was a young monk named Shozen, who was as curious as he was devout. Shozen was captivated by the legends of
Mitsuhana, but even more so by the stories of Otohime. Unlike the other monks, who feared the tree's mystery and avoided the topic of Otohime, Shozen was determined to seek her out, to uncover the secrets of the
kami and the sacred tree.
That night, while the other monks rested in the village shrine, Shozen ventured alone into the forest, guided only by the faint silver glow that seemed to emanate from
Mitsuhana itself. As he walked deeper, he felt a strange presence in the air, an ancient energy pulsing like a heartbeat, growing stronger with each step he took. Shozen chanted quietly under his breath, hoping his prayers would protect him from any spirits lurking in the shadows.
Suddenly, a soft, melodic voice echoed through the trees. "Who dares approach the Tree of Hidden Blossoms?"
Shozen halted, his heart pounding as he looked around. Before him stood a woman of otherworldly beauty, her form translucent as moonlight, adorned in robes that flowed like water. Her eyes were dark and deep, full of wisdom and sadness.
"Otohime," Shozen whispered, bowing deeply.
Otohime studied him in silence, her gaze sharp and discerning. "Why do you seek
Mitsuhana, human? Its blossoms are not meant for mortal eyes, and its roots run deeper than you could imagine."
"I seek only knowledge," Shozen replied, trembling yet resolute. "I have heard that
Mitsuhana holds truths of life and death. I wish to understand them, to bring wisdom to my village and my people."
Otohime's expression softened, but her tone remained firm. "The wisdom you seek is not freely given. Every truth has a price, and the deeper the truth, the greater the sacrifice. Tell me, Shozen, are you prepared to face the unknown?"
Shozen nodded without hesitation. "I am ready."
With a wave of her hand, Otohime motioned for him to follow. She led him through the twisting paths of the forest, where the shadows grew thicker and the air heavier. Finally, they arrived at
Mitsuhana. The sacred tree stood tall and silent, its branches stretching out like arms to the sky. In its branches hung blossoms of light, delicate as spider silk, swaying in a wind that seemed to come from nowhere.

In the calm of the sea, Otohime stands as a divine protector, her sword and crown symbolizing the wisdom and majesty of the ocean depths.
Otohime gestured to the tree. "Here it is,
Mitsuhana. It is not a tree of this world alone; its roots extend into realms beyond your understanding. Touch its bark, and you may see a glimpse of what you desire. But remember, curiosity is a flame that can burn even the purest of souls."
Shozen stepped forward, reaching out with trembling fingers. The moment his hand touched the bark, he felt a surge of energy flood through him, filling him with visions. He saw the cycle of birth and death, the rise and fall of kingdoms, the quiet moments of sorrow and joy in people's lives. He saw souls entering the world as infants, departing as elders, their essences returning to the earth. And in each cycle, he sensed the hand of Otohime, guiding, protecting, grieving, and celebrating.
But then, the visions shifted, revealing something darker. Shozen saw a glimpse of a world filled with chaos, where humanity forgot its bond with nature, taking more than it gave back, poisoning the rivers and lands. He saw Otohime weeping in solitude, watching helplessly as the balance she so carefully guarded began to fray. In a flash, he understood that
Mitsuhana was not just a tree, but a bridge - a sacred link between humanity and the natural world, kept alive by the dedication and sorrow of the
kami.
Overwhelmed by sorrow, Shozen pulled his hand away, falling to his knees.
"Otohime," he gasped, "this is too much for any mortal to bear. How have you carried this alone for so long?"
Otohime knelt beside him, her face filled with a sorrow that only eternity could bring. "I carry it because it is my duty. The tree is not just a source of wisdom but a symbol of harmony between realms. Yet I am weary, for I see humanity slipping further from this truth, lost in their desires and neglecting their roots."
Shozen lowered his head, ashamed. "Tell me how I can help. How can I, a mere human, aid a
kami as great as you?"
Otohime smiled faintly. "The answer is simple, though difficult. Teach your people the meaning of balance. Remind them that the world is a gift, not a possession. It is not enough to seek knowledge; one must also seek respect for all life, as it is bound together by invisible threads. When humanity learns this,
Mitsuhana will blossom not just in spirit but in full sight for all to see."
Shozen nodded, and with newfound humility, he promised to devote his life to this cause. In gratitude, Otohime blessed him with a single petal from
Mitsuhana, a token of their shared understanding. As he returned to the village, he felt a profound shift within himself, a quiet but powerful sense of purpose.

Surrounded by fiery chaos, Hana sits fearless, axe in hand, her gaze sharp and focused, ready to face whatever challenge comes next.
Years passed, and Shozen became a wise and beloved teacher in Yasukata, guiding people to live in harmony with the forest and its spirits. He never revealed the full mystery of
Mitsuhana, for he understood that its power lay in reverence and respect, not in knowledge alone.
And so, the people of Yasukata flourished, connected by an invisible bond with the natural world, feeling Otohime's protective presence as the years went by.
Mitsuhana, too, continued to grow, its hidden blossoms shining brighter under the moon, a silent reminder of the balance that holds all things together.
And though Shozen eventually passed from this world, the legacy of his journey and his promise lived on, preserved in the hearts of the people, woven into the very roots of the sacred tree. And Otohime, watching from the shadows, knew that her burden had lightened, if only by a little.