"When was the last time I was here?" Yukinori murmured under his breath while staring at the morning rays of the sun, which shone at the golden pinnacles of the stupa. The yellow paint over the pristine white dome had remained unchanged over the course of years.
For a brief second, he inhaled the air of the Earth and closed his eyes. The crisp air of pine incense, as well as the sounds of the holy chants, tingled his senses. Under the merciful eyes, Yuki gave a bow and started to walk around the dome. The people around him murmured the chants, and so did he; it had been a while since he had been 'Home,' after all.
To leave the heaven in search of the incarnation of the Zhong Kui was the orders by his sworn brother, so he had no choice but to abide. So, he took his time to settle the thoughts he harbored.
