No one who had been present in Minato that day would ever forget it.
The story spread through the town the way only the most extraordinary stories do, passed from mouth to mouth with the breathless energy of people who cannot quite believe what their own eyes showed them. A creature torn from the darkest corners of Kastorian folklore, an Oni of genuine and terrible power, had descended on the town and a lone Ronin had stood in front of it and taken it apart. The crater was still there as evidence. The ruins of several blocks were still there as evidence. The enormous split body of something that looked nothing like any human being was still there as evidence, until the townspeople quietly and somewhat nervously arranged for it to be dealt with.
Several parts of Minato were in a sorry state. But the morning after saw something that the town had perhaps not experienced in a very long time.
People were smiling.
