MidReal Story
Gates of Spirits: A Journey Across Japan
Scenario: As a mysterious martial artist named Yami visits a small town in japan when he asked a young man named Ryū where the villages Torii gate. As Ryū gives him directions he becomes curious and follows him to the Torii gate. As the torii gate open up a portal and unseals a hundred spirits, Yami says a chant and reseals the gate as Ryū watches.
Ryū becomes curious and begs Yami to let him help him reseals the gates all over japan, needs to be resealed ever 100 years, in order to find purpose. Yami seeing the potential of Ryu, allows him to accompany him and teaches him the chant to reseal the gates.
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The first time I saw a spirit, I was seven years old.
It was the night my parents died.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The moon was full and the air was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms as I ran through the forest.
I had been playing in the garden when I heard a scream coming from inside the house.
I ran to see what was happening and found my mother lying on the floor, her body twisted in pain as she clutched her stomach.
My father stood over her, his face a mask of horror as he tried to help her.
Chapter 1
Her body convulsed as if something was tearing her apart from the inside out, and then she went still.
I could feel the change in the air as her spirit left her body.
It was like a cold wind that blew through the room, sending a shiver down my spine.
I remember the last words she spoke before she died.
She whispered something about not letting them cross again, but I didn’t understand what she meant.
All I knew was that I was alone in the world, with no one to turn to for help.
That night, I saw a spirit for the first time.
It was a woman dressed in white, with long black hair that hung down to her waist.
Her face was twisted in pain as she floated above my mother’s body, watching as my father tried to revive her.
I knew then that my mother was gone, and that this spirit had taken her from me.
Other spirits appeared as well, as if they had been drawn to the house by the scent of death.
They gathered around my father’s body, watching as he fought to save my mother’s life.
I had heard stories about spirits before, but I never believed they were real until that night.
Now I can see them everywhere, even at school where they linger in the corners of the classroom or stand by my classmates’ sides, watching us with empty eyes.
I used to be afraid of them, but now I find them fascinating.
The first time I saw a spirit, I was seven years old.
It was the night my parents died.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The moon was full and the air was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms as I ran through the garden.
The trees were in full bloom, their white flowers shimmering in the moonlight like stars scattered across the sky.
There was no wind, but I could hear the cherry blossoms whispering to one another as I ran past them, their petals brushing against my skin like cold fingers trailing along my arms and legs.
The house was quiet when I entered, but I could sense something was wrong.
I had been playing outside when I heard a scream coming from inside and knew it was my mother’s voice.
I ran to see what had happened and found her on her knees in the middle of the living room.
Her hands were pressed against her stomach, her body wracked with sobs as she cried out for help.
She called my name over and over again, but I didn’t know how to help her.
My father knelt beside her, his arms wrapped around her as he tried to shield her from whatever was hurting her.
He told me to stay back, but I couldn’t just stand there and watch.
I moved closer to them, hoping to get a better look at what had happened.
My mother’s body was surrounded by flickering flames that danced around her like angry spirits.
My father’s hands were blackened and blistered from trying to put out the fire.
As he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with pain and regret.
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew that it was something terrible.
My mother’s body convulsed as if something was tearing her apart from the inside out.
She screamed in agony as my father tried to hold her still.
She begged for mercy as something invisible twisted her body into a grotesque shape that was no longer human.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she went still.
I could feel the change in the air then, as if something had been unleashed from within her.
It was like a cold wind that blew through the room, sending a shiver down my spine.
My body quaked with fear as I watched my mother’s spirit leave her body.
It was like watching a ghostly version of herself rise up out of her skin and float away into the night sky.
Other spirits appeared as well, drawn to the house by the scent of death that hung in the air.
They gathered around my father’s body, watching as he fought to save my mother’s life.
I had heard stories about spirits before, but I never believed they were real until that night.
Now I could see them everywhere, even at school where they lingered in the corners of the classroom or stood by my classmates’ sides, watching us with empty eyes.
Chapter 2
For as long as I can remember, I have seen spirits.
They are everywhere I go, watching me from the shadows or appearing in my dreams.
At first I was afraid of them, but over time I learned to control my fear and see them for what they are: lost souls trapped between this world and the next.
As I grew older, I became curious about these spirits and sought to understand them better.
I read books about ghosts and watched documentaries on television.
But it wasn’t until I met a man who could see spirits like me that I truly began to learn.
He was a martial artist who had spent years studying ancient texts and meditating at old ruins.
He told me that there was a hidden world of spirits all around us that most people couldn’t see.
These beings were not evil by nature but could be dangerous if left unchecked.
He said that they fed on human energy and could possess those who were weak or unprepared.
He promised that he would teach me how to protect myself against these ethereal beings if I was willing to learn.
The training was intense and grueling; we spent hours each day practicing martial arts and meditating in order to focus our energy.
He taught me how to control my emotions and sense spirits more keenly.
He also showed me how to channel my energy into a powerful force that could harm or destroy them if necessary.
I trained with him for over a decade before he passed away.
Now, twenty years later, I stand in a remote village known for its ancient torii gate that marks the boundary between our world and the spirit realm.
This gate is one of many across Japan that must be resealed every century to prevent unleashed spirits from causing havoc among the living.
As the years pass, the barrier between our world and the spirit realm grows weaker, allowing more powerful spirits to cross over.
The first gate is always the most dangerous, as it is the one through which the most powerful spirits are said to pass.
It is also the one that must be resealed before all others in order to protect our world from being overrun by malevolent spirits.
With each passing year, the countdown to a new century begins, marking the time until the next gate will open.
I have spent the past twenty years preparing for this moment, when my apprentice, Ryū Takahashi, would join me on my quest to reseal these ancient gates.
We have trained rigorously for this day, studying ancient texts and meditating at old ruins in order to hone our skills.
As we approach our first site, Ryū’s impatience is evident; he is eager to begin his mission and prove himself worthy of the task.