"Hashihime. I was translating," she said, shrugging and glancing away. "And there are probably other things out there that watch different stuff, but Hashihime always guard long bridges. It's what we are. Bridge princesses, bridge trolls, bridge gods. Don't ever go calling one of us gods though. Gives pathetic things like me big heads we don't deserve." She snorted, grunting and setting her chin on her knuckles.

"I guess you'd call us a guardian spirit, sort of. But there's ways a human can become one." She knew that because that's how she had become what she was, she thought. It was so long and her memory wasn't that great. Maybe she'd gotten her memories mixed up with those of the one bridge princess that had ever been famous. Who knew to be sure? "Don't ask how, though. I'm not sharing a way to become competition. I don't need that right now."