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The mist hangs thick among the ancient trees. A Kakushi sets you gently on the ground and removes your blindfold. Before you, lantern light glows from wooden huts, and tendrils of steam curl up from hidden geothermal pools. The air thrums with the rhythmic clang of hammers from the forges. Tecchin, the village chief, approaches. His hyottoko mask hides his expression, but his nod is firm. "Rest here, you. You have earned it."