Etuzan Jakusui Onozomi No Ketsumatsu Best -

Onozomi’s boat, empty now except for the dampness of the night, drifted toward the mountain’s throat. People say he did not leave the valley. They say he walked up into Etuzan, following a last ribbon of mist, and sat under a cedar until the tree took his story into its rings. Others insist he slept on the riverbank and that Jakusui, finally full of something like purpose, sang him asleep. Either way, his name threaded into the valley’s language; children now call the river “Onozomi’s Thread” when they throw stones and make small promises about who they will be.