"Oh, he was properly grown at the time." Aomi smiles a little, putting down his drink so that he can roughly make a gesture at his own approximate height. It doesn't mean much when they're all sitting down, but it should get the point across. "Perhaps around Kiwami's 'age', as much as it can be called that?" In other words, somewhere in his thirties, possibly, or at least on a shallow surface level. Even by that point, he was a well established god as far as Aomi could tell.

"Even if I couldn't get rid of the ayakashi in the area on my own, I thought the very least I could do was warn others of the problem so that they wouldn't have to deal with a surprise attack. Even if a god of merchants didn't rend them, then certainly he'd tell other temples of the problem, and at least not get too badly hurt. That was my logic at the time. Of course, after he'd taken the proper precautions and prepared himself, then Ebisu-sama insisted on meeting my god to thank us properly." A soft laughter rustles out of him. "Even though he's always been very different from other gods, the master has always been very proper just as much. Well, I couldn't do much else- I brought him up here." He nods slightly to the monument.

"The remains were visible back then, instead of buried under all the mud. I'm not sure what I was really expecting, besides perhaps some sympathy from him or Iwami-san... But, in what I was to learn was to be a long trend, he ended up offering me work right here and then."

Ebisu beams. He remembers and regrets nothing.