Chowa Town Kikazu Dorokujin A long time ago, an old man used to pray to the god of the ancestors every day so that his grandson's ears could hear. On the way home from praying with my grandson in tow, a strange thunderbolt struck. After that 🌈, a rainbow appeared, and when the two people who had fallen finally got up, the grandson clung 😮 to the old man's leg, saying, "Isn't there a big thunder sound?" When his grandson was able to hear, he jumped up and rejoiced, and offered him an heirloom bowl 👏 At that time, if I used the opposite word, I would and it, and it came to be called "Kikazu Dōsōjin". It's a long time ago story that seems to be horrifying. 😊🌈