“Ancient Stories tell about a kind god who went down from the sky, to live among humans, taking the form of a Kitsune (-fox). He gave them luck, and prosperity, but inflected pain and harmed those who wronged him, or the nature.”
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“Ancient Stories tell about a kind god who went down from the sky, to live among humans, taking the form of a Kitsune (-fox). He gave them luck, and prosperity, but inflected pain and harmed those who wronged him, or the nature.”
Kitsune is always having fun, wish I was a fox - inspired by his natural living, I decided to grow my own food. Mom, Dad, who would have believed that your lazy daughter would actually have a garden!
My first stop at my grandparents “village” was the local shrine, I always loved writing my wishes. Not that much of them ever came true, I mean - look at me, still single, terrified of living alone and knowing my parents got another trick up their sleeve -...
Outtakes
- Kiyoshi Ito, the son of the fox shrine priest had been spotted after an argument with his mom. - Oyabun Shobo, the local mafia head had been spotted selling onigiri, I guess that even gangsters sometime want to feel legit.
After the fire and the gardening, - yeah, I had a rough week - I decided it time for chill and relax (also, I was also getting kinda... smelly).
After a whole refreshment, that’s when I saw HIM. A weird fuzzy-warm feeling started to bubble inside of me, It’s like... we’ve met somewhere, in another life perhaps?
My day ended in a blast. Literally. All of the sudden, a fire started on my so called “home”. I don’t know where I gathered the courage - but somehow, I managed to put it down.
I don’t remember much after, I think I might have passed from the stress.
And so... the search for money began.
The next few days past by peacefully, and I got to do - what my parents hated the most - nothing. It was a bliss, until I discovered I ran out of money. . .