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As the wind blew through the torii gate, Kagome was crouching under the shrine's eaves, tying her shoelaces. On this last morning of her fifteenth year, there was a scent in the air of summer drawing to a close. Sunlight filtered through the ginkgo leaves onto the bluestone pavement, casting a long shadow that almost reached the edge of the ancient well. She looked up and glanced at it—the mouth of the well was wrapped in thick hemp rope, tightly covered by wooden planks with a moss-covered stone resting on top. Her grandfather had always said that the well had been there for hundreds of years, housing a demon, and that she must never go near it. Kagome smiled, not taking it seriously. She dusted off her hands, turned around, and ran toward the house, her schoolbag strap swinging behind her. The clatter of pots and pans echoed from inside; her mother was calling her to breakfast, and Sota was fighting with Grandfather over the TV remote. The entire shrine bathed quietly in the morning light, without a single hint of anything unusual. But what kind of day was today, anyway? Kagome couldn't quite tell. She only felt her heart beating slightly faster than usual, like a tiny hand gently tapping against her chest. She walked over to the well and leaned over to look down—pitch black, deep, and absolutely empty. But at that very moment, she distinctly heard an incredibly faint sigh rising from the bottom of the well, like wind blowing over dry bones, or like something turning over after a long, long wait. She jerked her head back and took a step away. Grandfather poked his head out of the house and smiled, "Come quick, the cake is already cut!" Kagome stood frozen. Behind her was the bright summer courtyard; before her was the silent, ancient well. She didn't notice that the cuff of her school uniform had somehow been smudged with a bit of dark red dirt, nor did she see the faint wisp of demonic energy slowly seeping out from beneath the wooden cover of the Bone-Eater's Well. When she tumbled into the well that day, she thought she had simply been dragged in by a demon. She didn't know that the well connected to another sky five hundred years away, nor did she know that she was about to become the center of fate for the entire Sengoku period. She only remembered the fierce wind as she fell, and someone calling her name in her ear—a distant voice, carrying the scent of fire and blood. When Kagome opened her eyes, a strange sky stretched above her. Towering ancient trees reached for the heavens, and the air was thick with the scent of demonic energy and wildflowers. The story begins here. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>