Nearly everything about this place was far and away from what he had known. He had been used to shrines and temples, castles and keeps, citadels made of well-worn wood and filled with friendly voices. This place was nothing like those with its towering spires made of unfamiliar stone that looked as through they could pierce the sky and strange wheeled palanquins that moved with no people or horses to draw them. It was full of bustling people dressed in ways he never seen and odd smells that stung his nose. Kogitsunemaru was a blade that had seen both many years and many things, but this was almost completely new even to him.
He didn’t shy away from this newness, though. He welcomed it. Fear of the unknown was something he’d long abandoned--it was necessary to be of any use in his chosen line of work. His willingness to accept things as they came would likely serve him well, he thought to himself, especially in the face of so many questionable things, not the least of which being the individual that happened by him on the street in that moment.
Foxes and spirits of the like were no strangers to him, but seeing one walk so openly among the population without disguise was almost unheard of, in his mind. Curiosity bade him to venture a bit more near to the stranger’s path, a cheerful smile on his face. Making a fast friend and getting a bit of knowledge now would make it much easier to settle into his usual pace later.
“Meeting another fox in a place like this... Fate certainly works mysteriously, wouldn’t you say, my friend? Beg pardon, but I don’t suppose you have the time to pay this lost small fox some heed?”
