Fumio sighed as he finished cleaning the shrine grounds for the day. It was always so peaceful here, and he never had to worry about intruders since no one had been living here for so long. The people who owned it had told him that they wished to keep it as a reminder. Of what he could only guess. He went inside the building to go through his last minute checklist.<br/><br/>Cutting the greenery and mowing the courtyard. Check!<br/><br/>Making sure the Shrine well was locked up tight as always. Check! Come to think of it, why did the Higurashi family seal the Shrine's old well anyways? Ah well, none of his business, he just followed orders after all.<br/><br/>He ran through the rest of the things he needed to do, which had all been completed as usual. He decided he had time to look over his recent "findings" And went into the Shrine's living space. Looking around him as if he was scared someone was watching, he opened a drawer and withdrew a large and very old book. Carrying it outside and sitting under the huge tree in the courtyard, He began more of his research.<br/><br/>About an hour later, he was tempted to give up. "Hopeless. This is just totally and completely hopeless! Even if they exist, I'll never be able to see a real one! AUGH!" Fumio picked up the book and went up to the tree. for some reason, listening to the wind blowing through the leaves always calmed him down. Leaning against the tree, he muttered, "I wish I could see just an inkling of proof."