Kamaitachi — The Storm’s Invisible Claws
In the swirling winds of mountain passes and wide fields, travelers sometimes feel a sudden sting—only to look down and find a thin, bloodless wound. No pain. No attacker in sight. Only the whisper of wind. These are the marks of the Kamaitachi, weasel-like spirits said to ride whirlwinds, striking with supernatural speed. Fast as … Read more