As the night deepened, casting its velvet cloak over the city, Daimon found solace in the solitude of the garden.
Away from the technological hub of his war room, he stood before a small Shinto shrine nestled among the cherry blossoms, a symbol of his connection to traditions that had shaped him.
The shrine, a modest structure of wood and stone, was a stark reminder of the world beyond his empire of shadows. It was here that Daimon, the feared leader of Kurohebi, came to commune with the kami, the spirits revered in Shinto belief.
He lit a small lantern, its flame flickering against the darkness, a beacon of his faith. Bowing deeply, he clapped his hands twice, a customary practice to attract the attention of the kami. Daimon's voice was a mere whisper in the stillness of the garden, but it carried the weight of his earnest desires.
"Great spirits, guardians of my ancestors," he murmured, "grant me the strength to uphold our traditions in these times of change. Guide me on the path of honor, so I may lead with wisdom and courage."
In the solitude of the night, surrounded by the ancient trees that had witnessed centuries of history, Daimon felt a connection to his heritage. Shintoism, with its emphasis on respect for nature and the balance of forces, resonated with his own philosophy of life. It was a religion that celebrated purity, simplicity, and the harmony of all living things — a stark contrast to the complexity and often brutal nature of his daily life.
He poured water over his hands from a small bamboo ladle, a purification rite to cleanse his spirit. The ritual brought a moment of peace, a brief respite from the relentless demands of his role as the head of Kurohebi.
Daimon then placed a small offering of saké and rice at the shrine, a gesture of respect and gratitude to the kami. He knew that in the world he navigated, the lines between right and wrong, honor and dishonor, were often blurred. In these quiet moments, he sought clarity and a return to the fundamental values that had been instilled in him since childhood.
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