Goro, now limping, grew paranoid. He returned to the shrine. The ledger was dry, waiting for him. New entries had appeared, chronicling his past sins: Breaking Nakamura's thumbs. Effect: Your own thumbs will wither by week's end. Three days later, his thumbs turned black and fell off like rotten figs. He couldn't hold chopsticks. He couldn't count money. He couldn't sign a single contract.
He opened it. Inside were two columns: Cause and Effect . Most entries were faded. But fresh ink bled across the page: Kicking the shrine guardian. Effect: Left foot will shatter at sunrise. Goro laughed and tossed the ledger into a puddle. "Stupid superstition." goro e inga
The last thing Goro saw was his own name written in the Cause column—and underneath, a single word in the Effect column that stretched into infinity: Oblivion . Goro sowed wind; he reaped the whirlwind. Inga is not a punishment—it is a mirror. Goro, now limping, grew paranoid