Something Fishy This Way Comes

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The Namazu before you is twitching vigorously.
Though it seems to be in a bad way, it is unmistakably alive and will probably survive without your intervention.
Question #1
What will you say?


1-A Offer your prayers and move along.


1-B Pretend you saw nothing.


(-Namazu Voice-)You there! Wait, wait!

I am not dead─far from it! And do not pretend that you thought I was!


How unfair of you to assume that aiding me would lead you to undertake a series of arduous tasks. I assure you that I require your assistance only this once.


You see, fate─destiny!─guided me to the Azim Steppe.


But as I wandered this unfamiliar land, I became increasingly lost...and dry. Parched! Until I found I could no longer take even a single step...


Random passerby, you will be traveling to Yanxia, yes? You will find that I am most portable. Quite suitable for sacks. I ask only that you convey me to Gyorei at Yuzuka Manor.


Please, please!


My, my, what an oddly shaped bag you have!
I...am returned...
Gyoshin! How did you come to be so desiccated?
No, no, never mind that─I will bring water posthaste!
<gulp> <gulp> ...Ahhh, much better.
There is nothing like a deep draught of the One River's water. Another half-dozen jugs and I will be most fully refreshed!
First you might explain where you have been! And what of this traveler─have you no words for miss? Such an ill-mannered Namazu I have never seen!
Oh, yes, yes. Slipped my mind entirely. Ahem! Thank you, thank you, random passerby!
I am Gyoshin. Namazu artisan, crafter of crafts. My deftness of fin is second to none.
Yes, yes, he would be almost admirable were he not so careless. Why, not a fortnight ago he wandered into the path of a falling vase and was knocked utterly unconscious.
Indeed, that is how I came by this head wound. It was most excruciatingly painful. And though I made a full recovery and have been in perfect health ever since...

I began to have unusual dreams. Yes, yes. Dreams of my greatest grandsire standing before me, shrouded in light...


He revealed that every seven hundred and seventy-seven years, we must hold a seven-year celebration commemorating the birth of our tribe. Should we fail to do so, the Namazu will be most gruesomely annihilated once seven years pass. Seven years!
And so you immediately set forth on a journey to our homeland at the head of the One River? Without so much as a thought towards preparation?
How reckless can you possibly be? Though I do not doubt it was distressing to you, a dream is no more than a dream. Yes, yes.
...Hasten not to judge, for profound truth may lie in even visions of the night.
Who said that?
None other than I, renowned member of the literati, Seigetsu the Enlightened!
Oh, it's just Gyofun. Always with his face buried in a book─a walking tome with whiskers, our Gyofun─
Speak not that name, no, no! I cast it aside long ago, for I have searched my soul and found my true name─Seigetsu the Enlightened! Seigetsu the Enlightened! How many times must I tell you!?
Yes, yes, your soul has a lot to say, I am aware. Did you need something?
This. This is why I detest imbeciles... But I will waste no further words on you and your deficiencies, for a matter of greater import demands our attention: the festival.

In the course of my scholarly endeavors, I encountered a dated manuscript entitled The Epic of Ganen, which mentions an event that took place centuries past along the upper One River. This “unforgettable spectacle,” as the author describes it, was a festival held by our own ancestors.


It is written that this festival marked our people's first step toward enlightenment─the advent of a civilized Namazu society. Even you must understand the significance.


Though I suspect your “vision” is a byproduct of a few too many blows to the head, reviving this tradition is an excellent idea. At long last, the Namazu will emerge from the darkness of ignorance─our cultural renaissance has arrived!
I have no idea what that means and am not sure if I care, but if you are offering to help, then I graciously accept.
Well, well, I see there is no stopping you. I will accompany you, then─but I must insist that we bring another. One with more than a passing familiarity with the region.
All THree Namazu
Thanks in advance!