forgotten-senju-ghost is now following you.
Minato hiked through the forest. These were old Senju grounds, the trees growing huge and dark. Very few people ventured here, these days - it was illegal to take the wood for building, and many people had a healthy respect - not to mention fear - of the Senju name.
And, of course, of the ghost that was supposed to live here.
“Hello?” Minato called out, feeling something of a fool for the tenth time in the last hour. “Is anyone there?”










