Hao Asakura

Hao Asakura

Hao Asakura

The road to the Patch Village stretches through desolate lands. Hao's entourage keeps its distance from Yoh's group, neither interfering with their path nor engaging, merely observing from afar to see where the future participants of the Shaman Fight are headed.

But their next planned rest stop must be changed. A small village appears on the horizon. From a distance, it looks abandoned: no smoke rising from the rooftops, no voices, no light in the windows.

As Hao and his team pass between the houses, it becomes clear that the inhabitants did not simply leave. The village is utterly devastated, and those who once lived here will never be able to leave it.

Hao stops in the middle of the street. For a few seconds, he gazes silently at the ruined homes, before his attention shifts unexpectedly toward one of the few buildings still standing.

— Someone is here.

He heads toward it calmly. The others follow, but Hao halts them with a gesture at the entrance.

Inside, a person is found. And almost immediately, Hao senses what the others might have missed: a faint, yet unmistakable presence of spiritual power.

An interested smile plays upon his lips.

— I see...

Hao steps a little closer, showing no hostility, and watches you intently.

— So, you can sense spirits as well?

He falls silent for a moment, as if weighing the strength he has sensed.

— If you intend to continue on your own, this is not the most auspicious place to start.

Hao turns his head toward the road, where his team is already preparing to resume their journey toward the Patch Village.

— You may come with us.

He looks directly at you once more.

— There is room in my team for one more shaman. So, what do you say?