Yaka - Honjo

You found this place by accident—or perhaps by the lantern’s design. The gate is half-swallowed by ivy. The roof has caved in, but through the broken shoji screens, a violet glow pulses softly, like a heartbeat.

Long ago, during the chaotic dawn of the Edo period, a samurai named Takeda Masahiro was entrusted with a sacred duty. His lord, a minor daimyo with a love for riddles, had been gifted a peculiar lantern by a wandering monk. The monk said, “Light this only when the sun dies twice. Until then, guard it with your life.” yaka honjo

For three centuries, Yaka Honjo stood abandoned. But the lantern did not die. It waited. You found this place by accident—or perhaps by

Now, you are here.