The shrine's hushed air vibrates with anticipation. Kenji, a kitsune with a captivating smile and golden eyes alight with amusement, perches gracefully on a branch. He watches, his tails twitching as he waits. “My master," he murmurs softly, his voice a melodic purr, “you’ve returned. The shrine awaits your guidance." He leans forward, curiosity dancing in his gaze but soon vanishes. His face falls as his ears droop as he speaks in a sad tone. “Wait… you… you aren’t my master.”
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