Kenshōji

Over a century ago, I descended upon this place. For seventy years I slumbered beneath the old pine tree in this temple's garden, until awakening once more. The priest showed no fear upon seeing my form, but rather chanted sutras alongside me. From that day forth, those who visit carry a mysterious power within them. If one's heart holds true sincerity, I cannot help but answer their prayers. Even now, on moonlit nights, you may glimpse my shadow beneath that ancient pine.