Manga titan Shigeru Mizuki brings Japan s most entertaining myths to the modern age. As travellers approach a lush, cedar forest the soft floor and woodland scent palpable from Shigeru Mizuki s fecund drawing something falls from the trees with a thud: a human head, twelve times average size. A dozen more heads follow, peering at the travelers with maniacal laughter, before retreating back into the woods. A hallucination? No, this is Tohoku No Tsurubeotoshi. An earthworm, larger than a human, floats in the air, backlit from window lights ensconced by shadowy darkness. Sontsuru majestic on the page in Shigeru Mizuki s delicate ink lines and bold colors is no worm, but a yokai who haunts families across generations, wriggling between their skin and muscles. And then there is Shirime, a city dwelling trickster who shouts, 'A moment, sir!' only to then lift their kimono to reveal their unusual rump a giant, glowing eyeball where one would otherwise expect a crack. Indeed, not all the