Ginia knows they would have helped because it's who they are. With all the disappearances as of late, it's felt more important letting people know how much they matter while they're still around.

The procession begins with music. The steady beat of drums, the trill of flutes, music drifts from within the grounds of the shrine as the procession begins to wind out. Musicians, dancers, people on horseback, priests and miko, there's a grand line ahead before the portable shrine winds its way out on the backs of hundreds of people. It's gold and glittering and large and brimming with divinity and the perfect target for ayakashi.

Borderlines spring up across the path, already flushing off a few minor ayakashi that have managed to cling to people outside the shrine. They skitter around, confused by the borderline and thwarted by further attempts to latch onto someone else and pass through.

It doesn't take long for more troublesome ayakashi to show up. Cicada-like ayakashi ranging from regular bug size to the size of dinner plates begin to fly around and land on rooftops. Their buzzing begins to drone out the music, discordant notes popping in as people lose their beat or miss notes. Borderlines fly as the slashes disrupt them and scatter them into the air. Time to begin rending.