Hansol's Hanok mailbox had a special scroll stamped with candle wax sans address. However, the contents within, a hand-painted and detailed map to the Swirling Gulf and an artistic rendition of a monstrous fish in guo-hoa style, found its way to the addressee: Ryomen-Sukuna.
Zhang San waited for his mentor to arrive in the torrenting winter rain. His thrifted, black raincoat slumped over his body, dripping with agitated raindrops. He shuddered every now and again, fighting off the rime that dared to debilitate his appendages.
The lumbering steps of a god alerted Zhang San of his visitor. He shifted his head over shoulder, drenched hoodie attached to his cheek and wet hair. He watched Ryomen-Sukuna approach his location; the icy surface seemed ineffective to his bare soles.
"Did you get my letter?"
