Scattered Shard Of Yokai: Yuka

The kappa stopped.

And she scattered the shard over the railing. yuka scattered shard of yokai

“Let’s make a deal,” she said. “You tell me who killed my mother—and I mean the real thing, not the sickness—and maybe I don't turn this whole bridge into a cage made of your own forgotten name.” The kappa stopped

The kappa took one step forward.

Yuka stood on the rain-wet bridge at the edge of her village, the one that arched over the Kuchinawa River. The autumn wind had just started to carry the smell of persimmons and dying leaves. She had found the shard in her grandmother’s chest—wrapped in silk, tied with a red cord, with a note that said only: “Do not break. Do not scatter.” “You tell me who killed my mother—and I

“Interesting enough for you?” it asked.

Yuka smiled. It was not a nice smile. Grief had filed it sharp.