New traveled fast, it was not something that people needed to discover in the newspaper. The displaced citizens in the Toraono Dojo were the first to notice the change, it was near instantaneous. The scream and the cry of the battering winds ceased almost immediately upon the 'Storm God's' death. The Toraono Dojo itself seemed to groan as the winds settled and the supports likely bowed after years of resisting the might of the maelstrom. The door of the Toraono Dojo open and light spilled in, bright beautiful, blinding light so hot and so clean that it hurt. It was obvious that an era of hiding and fear was now over. Nobody had to say it, everyone seemed to know. Whispers quickly spread throughout the village, and the people flocked to the Toraono doors.
Everything they said was true. The storm was gone, the golden dunes seemed placid and wonderful. The doors left wide open, fresh air filled the stagnant space. It was dry and hot, but nobody seemed to care. Excited declarations of 'freedom' and 'space' as well as finding a new home quickly rallied the citizens there as well as the growing number of shinobis. For too long they lived in the depths. For too long the sun was a foreign concept. For the young, those aged less than thirty years - for many this was the first time they saw the sun unless they had traveled as far as Soons Haven or even further to escape the perimeter of the storm.
Before Sousuke, Katsuo, Nanami or Makoto could return a celebration had already started. Music started to play, someone knew how to play an accordion. Who knew that it did not sound nearly as bad as one would have imagined. It was loud too, but the song forgotten by most because it came from a happier time than they had experienced in decades. Several people danced, a few even sang if they knew the words. The party, impromptu and more the result of a great many men and women feeling jovial. The red wind started to flow, as did the amber liquors. Even those who could not sing or did not know the words started to join in. The words still happy, albeit slurred and in some cases nonsensical. Victory seemed to make everyone generous, food started to make its way into the Toraono Dojo. It was hard to keep track of who was cooking what because it seemed that most people were bringing something and then leaving it out to share.
This is just a post to finalize the 'Wicked Storm' and to mark the next story arc for the village. As some might notice, the village is changing. All level of player is welcome here.