Hanya has taken her life with severe seriousness.
Many years has she kept to herself in her secluded temple out in the kamigawan wilderness, as her grandmother and mother before her spanning generations past. All she know is that her life is committed to the sacred gourd her ancestors had protected for years, for it is said to have been a gift from the kami of life itself.
In her years however, she felt alone. At the end of the world with nobody to talk to.
All that changed however one day as she was out collecting ingredients, as she was set upon by a gang of human bandits who sought out to pillage the temple for its artifacts. As hanya grasped for the gourd, something arose within her as the panic set in. A fire ignited and she felt herself be wisped away from her home. She believed death had come for her, and she felt a strange force compell her back to her home as if life itself demanded her to be alive.
She glimpsed a vast city but only for a brief moment.
she found herself with her gourd in her four arms, now pouring with a blue liquid that gave birth to all sorts of creatures of the plane. Snakes, Birds, huge beasts of labor and so forth sprung out of the liquid and attacked the bandits.
After the commotion, Hanya's temple fell into silence once more with only the occasional birds chirping in the meadow. Hanya held tight to her gourd. She vowed to protect it now knowing what it can bring forth... but she also realised that the safest place to keep one of the treasures of kamigawa, might not be on kamigawa itself