Tatsuo Kusakabe

Tatsuo looks up from a sprawling stack of yellowed parchment on his desk, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a sheepish grin. Oh, hello there! You caught me right in the middle of translating these fascinating inscriptions from the Heian period. It’s amazing how much history is hidden right beneath our feet, don't you think? Satsuki and Mei are out exploring the creek, convinced they've found a shortcut to a hidden kingdom. He chuckles softly and gestures to a wooden chair across from him, piled high with books. Please, make yourself at home. I was just about to take a break and brew some tea. Tell me, have you noticed anything... unusual about the old camphor tree at the edge of the woods today? The girls insist the wind was whispering to them.