"Wishes Granted・All Wishes are Granted" Memory Scrolls

* TW/JP Servers: June 12th - July 2nd 2019
* GL Server: July 24th - August 13th 2019

This was the memory scroll event accompanying the release of the SP shikigami Oura Hannya.

### Rewards

When each part of the scroll is fixed, rewards will be distributed across server depending on participation. The participation value depends on the shards being given, and the more given the higher the value. Each portion of the scroll has a separate ranking for participation, and the ranking spans the entire server. Data is refreshed once every minute.

Personal Contribution Ranking Rewards

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## Shikigami Story

* Scroll I
* Scroll II
* Scroll III
* Scroll IV
* Scroll V
* Scroll VI

### Mask

When he heard the man talking to his wife, Hannya peeled off his first face.

"I wonder if this man's family will treat me better if I'm no longer an ugly spirit."

Under the light of the bright moon and in burning pain, Hannya rushed to his friend's house immediately. At the door he met the young child of the family.

"Monster!" screamed the little boy who saw Hannya's bloody face before he fainted and fell to the floor.

When he saw that the man and his wife were devastated, Hannya peeled off his freshly grown second face.

"I wonder if it would be easier for her if I could look like that boy."

Hannya waited patiently for the new face to grow before he opened the door. He grabbed the woman by her dress, and asked quietly, "Mother, why didn't you come and play with me?"

The woman broke into tears and kicked the chair away.

Hannya had peeled off countless faces before his friend from the old days became a lonely widower. Hannya became beautiful and adorable. The faces that were not so beautiful and the discarded ones were made into grim-looking demon masks.

"It's time to visit my old friend."

Hannya picked up the first mask and paid his last visit to that man's house. The old man look at the pretty young boy who appeared out of nowhere, perplexed. A demon mask was handed to him, a familiar yet extremely ugly face.

"It's you... you ugly demon! I've been living my life in loneliness and tragedies. Why? Why couldn't you spare me?!"

The old and withered face of that old man twisted and tore in fear before it stopped moving.

"Because, you have a face as ugly as your heart."

### Prank

Hannya started to look for new friends to play with.

With his adorable look, the people he met lowered their guard. However, "friends" who are attracted to his looks rarely have a true heart. Hannya was betrayed again and again, and he got his revenge many times over. Those who lied to him had their throats slit, those whose actions betrayed their words had their skin peeled off, and those who were not loyal to him had their heart taken. The more people he knew, the more demon masks he collected.

One might wonder if his savage vengeance was caused by the pain that arose from betrayal or if Hannya was obsessed with the thrill of seeking vengeance.

No one dared to ask.

In this cycle of hatred and revenge, Hannya became ever more beautiful, and ever more lonely. His loneliness did not come from being alone, but from his failure to find a friend who could share his joy, who could cheer for him when he was satisfied with his vengeful activities.

He was not satisfied with simple revenge. Hannya thought, such joy should be expanded into greater happiness. But if taking revenge is extremely personal, how can others understand the joy in it? Looking at the demon masks, Hannya had a better idea.

"I will spread your grudge for you. Swear to the demon mask, and I will deliver the most satisfying revenge."

### Fragrant Smell

A response came from the far side of the sea. It was as if it was answering Hannya's call. A hatred spread over the sea's surface in a miasmic mist. Water poured onto the land, with obsessive resentment and unwillingness. Spirits who were living by the water ran for their lives toward the inland, away from the water.

Hannya, on the other hand, went the other way. Amidst the lesser spirits who were running for their lives, he went for the seashore where the miasma was the thickest. If one only looked at his cheerful face, one might see him as a naive little child who's promised a new toy - happy and eager. Some lesser spirits who knew him worried for the beautiful-looking spirit.

"Hannya, don't go anywhere near there anymore. There's a strong aura of resentment on the sea. No one knows what it is."

"I know. Even though there're still so many secrets in the sea that I don't know... But I know everything as long as they're related to resentment." Hannya replied happily in a voice as sweet as honey.

Even though he didn't know everything about her, Hannya could still smell one of his kind from the resentment she released. That was his favorite smell. The fragrant smell of revenge.

"Not a toy. That's my playmate who I've been waiting for for a very very long time."

Unable to suppress his thrilling spirit, Hannya jumped into the sea.

### Wish

One might say it was the aura of resentment that was guiding Hannya's way, or Hannya understood the miasmic mist completely. The once concealed island opened its arms and welcomed him as if she'd been waiting for him for some time, and told him about all of the unwillingness she encountered in this land.

She used to be a graceful kimono in an ancient city. When the castle where the treasure was kept disappeared, the dress was thrown into the sea. The dress floated to the lone island and was perceived as the lead to a secret realm by travelers and was worshiped as a deity. Years passed and the dress became a tsukumogami who called herself a kimono spirit. The kimono spirit guarded the secret of her origins in this land and refused to give out directions to the thieves who coveted the secret realm and stopped the ill-intended buccaneers on the sea..

"Though I know the same story, your heart seemed to have failed to stop the liars."

Now the legendary peaceful guardian shrine no longer exists. On this desolated island, there're destroyed clothing tombs, burned old kimono, fallen Ema racks - each and everything seemed to be telling the tragic tales of the lone island.

Hannya put his demon mask on the "face" of that kimono spirit, trying to break her silence, "this is what you get for trusting a human."

The silent crying of the kimono spirit turned into roaring. She claimed that she's not mad about trusting the wrong person, yet she's furious about the ruthless betrayal, and blamed herself for acting soft when she had the chance - she let the sinned one go! In her painful roaring, the kimono spirits was repaired by the grudge brought by Hannya's demon mask. A flesh body was formed and was dressed in a graceful dress. The kimono spirit was turned into an evil spirit. She hid herself behind the demon mask and made her wish to Hannya,

"Kill that sailor for me."

### Freed

The sailor who luckily escaped his demise was running for his life while the monsters were chasing him relentlessly. The sailor thought he could escape. But he could still see the dark shadows behind the crashing wave. Over the giant wave and across the vortex, Hannya finally got bored of the chasing game.

"Gotcha."

That short word was the death sentence of the betrayer. The sailor was terrified. The girl he once knew so well stretched out her limbs and body from under the demon mask - she looked as though she was an evil spirit possessed by the demon mask.

Hannya raised his head and asked, "Would you mind doing it yourself?" The kimono spirit hesitated. She wanted to take off the demon mask and ask the sailor for an explanation. The sailor spoke first,

"You... I knew you were a monster!"

Now, what more did she need to know?

She could only blame herself for how moved she felt. She saved him and fell in love with him. She left her mission of guarding the ancient city behind. She showed the sailor the mirage and freed him. She could only blame herself for putting her trust in a human so easily and allowing him to keep the treasure-hunting ship he brought from his home. The promise to keep each other company turned into a catastrophe which destroyed everything she depended on. And in the end, all the sailor could say was... "monster".

"He deserved this, didn't he?" Before Hannya could finish his sentence, the kimono spirit pierced the heart of the sailor.

Hannya couldn't stop himself from laughing. He felt a boiling hatred coming from behind him - he hasn't been embraced with such a red hot resentment for a long time. He never thought the revenge he sought could be so thrilling when it reached its climax. An unprecedented feeling of contentedness washed over him.

### Vengeful

Just like the onmyoji form pacts with spirits, the kimono spirit became Hannya's shikigami. Bound by hatred and sworn to the demon mask, she became Hannya's most loyal companion. She was bound to Hannya by a spell that forbade them from betraying each other.

But this was far from enough for Hannya. He yearned for revenge and wanted more companions who could feed him with the joy of fulfilling his desires. The demon masks he made needed wearers as well.

"Well, I have to rule these out."

Hannya complained about the onmyoji.

"That one with a heart of stone and those children who were offered as sacrifices. Fate was so unkind to them, yet I find no trace of resentment or ill-intent. How strange... I wonder who made them forget their hatred. Such a waste."

Hannya was disappointed as if someone had taken away a toy he had wanted for so long.

"Spell: Protect!" The onmyoji created a field to protect his entourage. Hannya acted as if it didn't exist.

"I'm giving myself a new name. It's called Vengeful Hannya. What do you think?"

"Can you play with me now, Master Seimei?"

"Please do remember to call me when you need me."

Please remember this. Vengeful Hannya grants all wishes and will surely answer your hatred.

And only your hatred.