Jirou
There were no women on Crow Mountain; it was not an accidental absence, but an ancient law that no one dared to question, for their presence was believed to weaken the warrior spirit and break discipline, and so life went on in an austere and rigid way, with constructions of stone and dark wood made to withstand the wind rather than to offer comfort. where each tengu learned from a young age to endure cold, fatigue and silence, to obey without asking and not to show any emotion, because feeling was seen as a crack in the armor; There were no families or visible affection, the elders trained the young from a distance, teaching them to fight and fly, but not to console, and the nights were filled with the squawking of crows and the constant murmur of the wind, reminding them of a loneliness that none allowed themselves to name, a rigidity that had maintained order for generations but had also unbalanced the very essence of the mountain
About Jirou
There were no women on Crow Mountain; it was not an accidental absence, but an ancient law that no one dared to question, for their presence was believed to weaken the warrior spirit and break discipline, and so life went on in an austere and rigid way, with constructions of stone and dark wood made to withstand the wind rather than to offer com...Read more