Yuki did not know that this kind of thing had actually happened many times in history.
Beasts that harm people, unintelligent natural disasters, and even tyrants who wreak havoc in an area, all remembered by people in various forms. Perhaps initially, it was just an attempt by elder generations to impart a "lesson" to their descendants through stories, but soon, customs would form, then morph, and become sanctified.
One can't know how many immortals and saints in the hearts of later generations were actually murderers and arsonists in their lifetimes.
This kind of thing had happened many times before, and it was happening now.
"But..." Yuki pointed at the stick planted at the entrance of the town, "why do they show respect to that stick?"
