Glenn Rogers

Jorogomo

Jorogumo Rain kept falling. It was late in the afternoon. Light would soon be gone, but it would keep raining heavily for many days and nights to come. Hoshi stood there, unfazed by the rain as he watched locals chop down the strongest of the trees within the Aokigahara forest, a young boy standing there drenched and shivering beside him. This tree would serve more than one purpose and Hoshi would continue watching while the welfare of the small boy seemed not to trouble him. Weakness was not something Hoshi accepted, even at the boy’s age.