Grandfather’s Vigil

Ice crystals crunched under Tari’s boots as she peered into the windows of the darkened store. Her footsteps in the snow were the first in days; no one had been around since the blizzard had moved through. A hastily-scrawled note hung below the ‘CLOSED’ sign in the window, stating in thick permanent marker that the shop would reopen after the first of the year.

A gust of wind threatened to blow her green wool cap off her head; holding it down, she made her way back to Lenard’s car and shut the door.

“Not around here either?” he questioned, turning down the classical music on the radio.

She shook her head. “Traize wouldn’t just leave without letting me know unless it was urgent. She’s not answering her phone, her house is all locked up, the shop is closed until after New Year’s Day… Something really important happened.”

“Any idea what?”

“I’d rather not guess.”

Lenard nodded, kicking the car into gear and rolling down the street. “Where next?”

“I’m out of ideas.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need for you to apologize. I’m the one who said we needed to get out of your folks’ place in time for me to spend the evening with her… Didn’t ever suspect she wouldn’t be here.” Tari exhaled on the window, fogging it over; six seconds of effort later she’d drawn a frowny-face with X’s for eyes and a tongue sticking out. As an afterthought she added pointy ears on its head and a bit of cheek-ruff. Three foxy tails sticking off to the side completed the self-portrait of her frustration.

“Something to eat?”

“Nah. Let’s just head back to your place. You’re going to learn some shiatsu tonight. My neck is killing me.”

Not ten minutes after they’d returned to his dorm and unpacked the car, a hurried knock graced his door. Lenard took a quick peek out the eye hole before releasing the lock and opening it. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hey, Len. Is Tari around?”

“Yeah. Come in?”

Traize nodded, stepping inside. Tari stuck her head out of the bedroom, a smile adorning her face. “Be out in a second. I was just changing into something more appropriate for massage therapy.”

“I’m glad you’re all right,” Traize started, sitting down on an open chair. “I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

“If you’re talking to me, you need to speak up. I can’t hear you over the radio. Where have you been, anyway?” Tari questioned from the other room. “We just spent two hours driving around town looking for you.”

“You don’t know? Damn it… I can’t believe they didn’t send a message to your apartment…”

“We just got back from Len’s parents’ place.” Tari emerged from the bedroom in her new fox-print pajama bottoms and a white tee-shirt silkscreened with a single large arrow pointing up at her face from her modest bust. “I haven’t been back to my apartment since we left for the farm. Not much before then, either…”

“Tari…” Traize spoke softly. “Change form.”


“Just… Humor me. Try to shift back to normal. Please?”

Tari squinted, looking at her hands. “What in the hell..?”

“Try anything else -“

“I am… I can’t even call up foxfire… What’s going on?”

“The Conclave of the Nine knows about you and Lenard. They declared you a nogitsune almost two days ago.”

The color drained out of her face; she eased herself onto the couch and shut her eyes. “How could you…?”

“I didn’t tell them! They summoned me to the Celestial Courts because they already knew! From the questions they were asking me before I’d even gotten through my deposition, nothing I said was news. It really felt like getting my version of what was going on was just a formality. They knew absolutely everything. Hell, they even had a report from someone who thought Len was one of us.”

“Umeko… Damn it!” Tari ground her index finger against her thumb. “That doesn’t even make sense… If she really thought he was kitsune she wouldn’t have reported it. Unless… They actually went out after her for information? How could they know I’d been there?”

“They’ve had someone watching you for a while. Again - not me, okay? I honestly don’t know who, because I haven’t felt anyone else around and they knew things that I’d been there to see first-hand.”

“Great,” she muttered. “What specifically is my sentence? Do you know?”

“Death.” Traize laced her fingers together and placed her hands in her lap. “If you don’t do anything, their judgement will stand. You’ll remain completely human for the next sixty or seventy years…”

“After which I’ll die naturally of old age from a human’s perspective. Death by entropy.”

Traize simply nodded.

“But what’s the point? They’ve already done the whole judge, jury, and executioner bit. Am I supposed to go and get yelled at, too?”

Daisensei Toshiyuki said that you could contest the sentence. If you go and explain yourself, they might change their ruling.”

“Is he at least on my side?”

“He taught you our laws. You ignored the law. Think about how that makes him look.”

Tari nodded solemnly. “Then I’ll go, if only to explain myself to him. He deserves that much. The Conclave isn’t known for changing their stance on anything.”

“You’ll need someone to open a gate for you. I’m exhausted after dealing with them and jumping back and forth. Give me this evening to rest up and I’ll take you back tomorrow afternoon. By the way, this officially means I’m letting you out of our birthday meal. We’ll have an even better celebratory dinner after this is all behind us.”

“Thank you.”

Traize glanced over at Lenard. “Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there.

“I must have dozed off,” he lied. “Did I miss something important?”

“It’s okay,” Tari reassured them both. “I’d have told him everything as soon as you left, anyway.”

“Yeah. Well. I’ll be at the house if you need anything, okay?” Traize stood up, giving Tari a hug. “Don’t be afraid to call, day or night. You too, Lenard.”


Lenard relocked the door behind Traize, leaning his back against it as he looked across at the disturbed woman on his couch. “You going to be all right?”

Tari shook her head, hands clasped in her lap. “I had a faint suspicion they’d somehow get word eventually, even if I was careful… I really didn’t expect it to be this soon, or the punishment to be so overboard.”

“What does ‘nogitsune’ mean?”

“Literally, ‘wild fox.’ Its used to describe rogue kitsune acting outside the boundaries of our society. Outlaws and other criminals, basically.”

“Can’t you appeal this?”

“I’m going to try. The Conclave is the final word on kitsune law. I can state my case when I go before them, but they really aren’t known for going back on their judgements unless the facts have changed immensely. As far as they’ll care? You’re still human, I’m still not, and we’re still involved. They’ll definitely have someone watching us - if I say we’ve parted and then I land in your lap again, there’d be even more hell to pay than I’ve got to deal with right now.”

Lenard sat down beside Tari, putting an arm around her shoulder and hugging her close. “I wish I could go with you.”

“And I wish you could be there with me.” A tear rolled down her cheek; she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “Regular mortals can’t enter the Celestial Courts without the assistance of a nine-tail. It’s hard enough on the fabric of reality for a hybrid kitsune to cross back and forth. This is the home of the purebloods we’re taking about, the kitsune purely of spirit. Even if you accompanied us to a torii, you wouldn’t be able to pass into their realm. You probably wouldn’t even be able to see the portal.”

“I could wait outside.”

“There’s no telling how long they’ll keep me. It could be a few weeks, or a couple of months… You’re really better off staying here and finishing your last semester. If I think I’m going to be longer than that I’ll try and get word to you. I doubt they’ll have any problem with Traize talking to you - she’s not the one you’re romantically involved with. Even so… In case she suddenly disappears without a trace, ask Jolene to put you in touch with the one who fixed me up the other night. Tell them both absolutely everything you know about what’s been happening. If they can’t track me down, no one can.”

“All right.” His fingers traced the back of her neck. “Just… Be careful. I want you back here safely in one piece.”

“I promise,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “It could be quite a while before we see each other again. Before I go, let’s make the most of tonight.”

“You’re early,” Traize praised as Tarioshi opened her door. “Are you ready to go?”

“Whenever you are. Been a while since we’ve done a road trip together.”

“True, and the traditional way would require a jaunt down to Colorado - the closest shinto shrine we can actually use. You, however, are flying Renada Air.”

“Of course, I forgot. The perks of having a Celestial sibling know no bounds.”

Traize wrapped her fingers around her necklace’s charm and gently took Tari’s hand in the other. The door behind them exploded with light, opening the way into the Celestial Plains, the outermost region of the Courts. Beyond the portal lay a grove of cherry trees in perpetual bloom. The sky was a marvelous shade of turquoise, small fluffy clouds drifting through the great sea of blue-green. Snow-peaked mountains flanked the horizon. It looked more like a painting than a living, breathing world.

“I can still see it…” Tari whispered. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.”

“Neither was I.” Traize’s kitsune form emerged. “We should go. The Daisensei is expecting us.”

Tari looked behind herself as she stepped into the sunny field; a small torii, large enough only to be a portal endpoint, briefly showed the interior of Traize’s home before the magic faded. The smell of the blossoms tickled her nose, carried on a cool spring breeze.


Her head snapped around; a silver fox in great flowing robes gazed upon her with a great mix of emotions - sorrow, vexation, anger, and most of all, disappointment. Tari bowed her respect to the elder, keeping her head down long enough to reign in the tears forming in her eyes. “Toshiyuki-Daisensei. I am sorry to have brought my dishonor upon you.”

“And yet you did not consider that you had done so until it was pointed out to you by someone else.” The nine-tail rapped her sharply on the head with a folded paper fan. Instantly, her white fur and other foxen features reasserted themselves. “Foolish child! How could you break one of our most sacred principles with so callous a disregard? We do not interfere with mortal existence in this fashion!”

“It was not my original intention to interfere, Daisensei.

Toshiyuki let out a long sigh. “An accident, yes… One you are paying a great price to atone for. When your mother brought you to me I saw within you a divine spark witnessed in only a precious few. You were still recovering from the loss of your mortal father, but I held great hopes for you, even for being half-mortal. And now… Now, I must stand in judgement of you. This is a sad day.”

Tari lifted her head. “Not the full Conclave?”

“You misunderstand. As you are my pupil I will abstain from the final vote, but I will advise the rest of the Nines. You will be punished for disregarding our law, but what punishment you will ultimately receive has yet to be entirely decided upon. Your gifts were sealed with the hope would eventually come before us… But the sealing was done in such a way that had you not returned, the Conclave would have been satisfied with the result.” The silver fox turned to Traize. “You may return from whence you came.”

Daisensei, I would stand by my sister in these proceedings. With all the voices rallying against her, at least one must speak for her. I fear that there are none other than my own.”

A gentle smile parted his muzzle. “And you have done so, most eloquently. You may believe that your testimony fell on twenty-six deaf ears, but I assure you, you were very much heard. You have my word that she will be evaluated fairly, in accordance with our laws. I personally will look after her until the time comes to return her to the mortal realm. For now, you may go and inform the human at the core of this that she will not be returned in time.”

“In time for what?” Traize questioned.

“New Years Eve. Convince him to take you in her stead.” Toshiyuki turned and walked away. Tari exchanged a glance with her sister, giving a shrug before jogging to catch up.

“I should go instead?” Traize wondered aloud, turning back to the torii and summoning the portal.

“Go to what?”

“He made it sound like you knew. Did you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?”

Lenard shook his head. “Nothing concrete. We’d talked about watching the fireworks outside of town, but hadn’t really made plans beyond that. If it weren’t for her promise to take you to dinner last night we’d still be at my folks’ place.”

“Well, my great-grandfather seemed to think you had something going on.” Lenard’s doorbell rang; Traize grimaced and instantly became human, a dusting of loose fur settling on the hideous couch. “The nines have an uncanny knack for not being wrong.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Lenard opened his door; a man in a black suit examined him with a cold stare. Perfectly kept hair, perfectly cleaned suit, perfectly polished boots, not so much as a smudge or a speck of dust on his thinly-rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?”

“Lenard Evanson?”


“Package from the United Nations.” The man held out a small electronic pad. “Thumbprint and signature, please.”

“Er… Okay.”

“Thank you.” An official-looking envelope traded hands; the courier disappeared down the hall without another word. Addressed to him and securely sealed, the sender was indeed listed as the UN.

“What is it?” Traize questioned.

He turned the delivery over in his hands. “It would appear to be a large yellow envelope.”

“I don’t care what the Nines say. Tari’s been a wonderful influence on you.”

Breaking the seal, Lenard withdrew the contents: two plane tickets, a prepaid hotel reservation, and a letter embossed with the Seal of the United Nations. “It’s an invitation,” he explained, reading the letter. “I was selected based upon my academic merits as well as recommendations from a professor, so on and so forth… A banquet on the evening of December thirty-first in Washington, D.C., the first large-scale event with members of the Commonwealth.”

“Which Commonwealth?”

“The Commonwealth of United Worlds. The alien visitors.”

“Ooh! Let me see?” She took the letter and quickly scanned over the contents. “Mm… ‘Mister Lenard Evanson and Guest.’ You can take anyone.”

“It’s kind of short notice. They apparently tried to deliver it a couple of times while I was out of town. The flight leaves tomorrow morning.” Lenard picked the tickets back up. “Actually, it leaves in seven and a half hours. I don’t have anything in the line of formal wear.”

“It’s Washington. We can get you something at one of the shops there, since we’ll have two and a half days before the dinner.”

Lenard raised an eyebrow. “‘We?’”

“Somehow, Daisensei Toshiyuki knew you’d be getting this. His words to me were, ‘convince him to take you.’ I won’t just impose myself, since I know you’d rather do something like this with Tari, but…”

“But we both know she’s not going to be here. I just don’t feel right going and having a good time while she’s being put through who-knows-what.”

“Tari’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. Besides - whether you bag this or go, the outcome of her hearing won’t change. Would she really be content knowing you’d passed over something this big?”

Lenard tapped the side of the tickets, mulling over the thought and reading over the flight information.

Toshiyuki gestured to a low table in the center of the cherry tree grove, a small rug flanking each side. “Will you join me for tea?”

“Will this be tea, or the tea ceremony?”

“After nearly a thousand years of ceremonial tea servings, I think just having tea with my student would be a welcome change. Please, sit.”

Tari knelt down at one end of the table, her tails lying still at her side. Briefly, she adjusted the kimono she’d been allowed to summon, the robes a replacement for the conventional clothes her forced shapedance had torn the seat out of. The elder kitsune poured their cups before taking his place at the opposite side of the table.

“I sense you are nervous, Tarioshi.”

“I’m about to be evaluated by the one man I’ve harmed most in this incident.”

“Indeed, I am hurt by your actions, but am I really the one most harmed?”

“Lenard certainly doesn’t feel as though I’ve mistreated him.”

“Perhaps not. Consider, though… If a child is taught that blue is red and black is white, does he truly understand the nature of the damage that has been done?”

Tari sipped of her tea, contemplating the body language of her life-long teacher. While his eyes had originally betrayed his feelings, now he seemed like the aged sensei she remembered. Calm, collected. “How have I brought such levels of trauma to his life?”

“The laws governing relations between our two races were established because every mixed relationship where the human became aware of the nature of his companion failed in spectacular fashion. I took a human wife, once… After a time, when I felt certain the bond between us would survive, I revealed myself. She took her own life that night, along with that of our unborn child.”

“I’m very sorry… I don’t mean to belittle your loss, but how does that apply to Lenard and I? He already knows what I am and he’s embracing the idea that we’re different. I’ve given him the option several times to request that I remain strictly human around him. He’s declined. He wants me for who I am - fur, fangs, and tails included.”

“Your human lover is very young. Without your interference, he could have found a human wife and lived out his days in blissful unawareness of our existence. Your interruption of and interference in his life altered the choices he would have made, affecting countless others in the process.”

“That he may have made. I’ve spent the last four months with him. I’d like to say I know him a little better than you do. All I’d intended to do was cheer him up, break him out of the depression he’d fallen into. Deep down I think he was scared of women, scared of being rejected. His sister told me that she always wondered about his preferences because he’d never had a girlfriend before me. I sincerely doubt he’d have found this wife you speak of had he been left to his own devices.”

“You denied him the chance to even look.”

“Denied him? I have never touched the free will of any living creature! He’s had every chance to tell me to get out of his face. Instead, he invited me into his life.” Tari sighed, looking into her cup. “I never thought… I never even imagined that we’d find a bond like this. He was just supposed to be a random human, someone to amuse myself with while I waited…”

Toshiyuki placed his empty cup in the grass. “Waited for whom?”

She remained silent, regarding her reflection in the surface of her tea.

“I see. You still do have a shred of honor left.”

Daisensei -“

“Would you like to know how we discovered your tryst?”

Tari hesitated, giving a slight nod. Toshiyuki lifted the teapot and carefully poured the contents out onto the table. Instead of dripping off the edges, the tea pooled together and coated the entire top in a thin layer of liquid. The surface rippled gently, showing an otherwise perfect reflection of the cherry blossoms all around the glade.

“I am old, Tarioshi. The energy required for a pureblooded nine-tail to manifest in the mortal realm is quite extreme. In the rare cases that I must make an appearance, I do not create a fully physical presence. My attunement is with Forest, as yours… Were I to openly venture out of the Celestial Plains into the mortal realm, I would instantly destroy much of that which I once strove to preserve. That is the curse of a pureblood’s existence - to exist, other things must wither and die.

“I much prefer to spend my days here, quietly observing the world through my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I can only look in on those whom I share a blood relation with, but even under that limitation I find a great deal of delight in seeing the world through their eyes.”

Scenes from the mortal realm reflected through the pool, different people and places focused in each. Japan. China. India. France. Italy. England. Tari gazed upon the people he focused upon, shaking her head.

“These are all… your children?”

“As well as their children, and their children’s children… A generation deeper still with a very precious few. Some are disguised by simple illusion or shapeshifting. A few of the older purebloods took avatars to stabilize themselves in a mortal host before doing so fell out of practice. My few children were all pureblooded, Tarioshi. I was not as promiscuous in my prime age as we now encourage our few remaining breedable males to be. Many of my daughters’ children are also pureblooded. The vast majority of their children are not.”

The mirror flickered again, showing Umeko leading a service for her Lutheran congregation.

“Do not be upset with her,” Toshiyuki spoke gently, watching Tari’s ears lay back at her appearance. “She did not betray you to us. I personally sought her out to get a sense for what she thought of you. She enjoyed your company and truly thought that your human lover was one of us. But I digress. The kitsune race stands divided, Tarioshi. Our older generations are nearly all pureblooded. The younger generations… almost entirely hybrid.”

“Why is that?” she asked. “Why the shift toward a mortal blending when we’re so despised by the vast majority of purebloods?”

“We realized some time ago that, as a race, purebloods will die out by simple attrition. Males have become a rarity, as you already know. The only way to ensure any semblance of survival into the future was to seek out an alternative. Without males of our own, only one possibility remained.”

“Breeding with humans.”

He nodded. “In retrospect, perhaps it would have been better to let ourselves fade into the annals of history. Our laws originally declared that bearing or siring the child of a human was strictly forbidden. It was the most often violated law in our history, as well as the most tragic - even I crossed it, only to lose both the woman I loved and the child I would never meet.

“Once the trend away from male offspring was discovered, the law was changed in regard to our females - a human may sire a kitsune’s child, but he must never know. It was the only way to save our race from extinction while also preserving our secrecy. As a result, mortal contamination entered the kitsune bloodline, creating what is essentially an entirely separate yet compatible race. What many cannot see in Traize, Umeko, yourself, and the other hybrids like you… You have not only inherited the core of what we are - you have integrated into that precious essence the infinite possibilities granted by the spark of mortality. This is our true legacy. You are not merely the means to our race’s survival. You are a kitsune… with a living soul of her own.”

The mirror flickered; a scene of Traize in her human appearance graced the table. The place she was standing in was not immediately apparent; a lobby of some sort. Lenard walked into view, handing over what appeared to be a boarding pass.

“An airport…? Wait, where are they going?”

“That is not immediately important. Just know that they are concerned for your welfare, and are traveling because they believe that you would not want them to miss the opportunity they are embarking upon. This trip would not be happening at all without the encouragement I gave Traize before she left here.” Toshiyuki tapped the table with his index finger; the tea-mirror lost cohesion, spilling out into the grass. “Do you have a better understanding of the distress you have caused me?”

Tari gazed at the barren tabletop for several seconds before his question even registered. “If you can watch Traize in this thing, you’re related to her… Which means you’re also related to me. Is my mother your daughter?”

“Our extended families grow so slowly over so many decades that we tend to lose track of who precisely is related to who. But, your mother is one of my granddaughters.”

“My great-grandfather… I never even knew grandparents on either side. I didn’t suspect anyone elder than that was still alive.”

“Your mother brought you to me in the context of a student. I did not discover our relation until well after you had departed my care.” Toshiyuki stood in a single, fluid motion. “I discovered your relationship with Lenard the night you revealed yourself, and have followed it since that time with the hopes that I would not be forced to intervene in this fashion. This, however, was not the first time I looked in on you. Imagine my surprise a half-century ago to discover I could not find you walking the Earth. I sensed that you were not dead, but it took me some time to consider looking beyond the envelope of our sun.”

She bit the tip of her thumb. “Then you know.”

“I know that you were… abroad, shall we say, and are keeping the finer details of your sojourn mostly private. I admit that I am somewhat jealous of your journey, something very rare for me. There is a great deal about this existence we have yet to learn and you alone opened my eyes to my personal failure to look up and discover even more. I only wish I was young enough to embark on my own journey to the stars.”

“I’m sure you could find a way.”

“Even the energy within a living ship such as the one you embarked upon would not sustain my presence for long.” Toshiyuki shook his head. “No, I must remain here, and find contentment in simply watching my family explore as this newfound expanse is opened to us. However, I digress. As I am aware that you were abroad, I am also aware that while you were not breaking the letter of the law, you were treading heavily on its spirit.”

“He wasn’t human.”

“And the law does explicitly state humans. We are considering a revision at this moment, but not because of you.” Toshiyuki gestured for her to stand and walk with him. “That technicality is the only reason I did not summon for you after your return. I could not so easily ignore your activities this time, Tarioshi. Had someone else discovered you and lodged the complaint, things would have been far worse.”

“This isn’t just about the fact that I disregarded the law, is it?”

“No. My original recommendation was to merely strip you of status for not understanding the law, even though I knew otherwise. After they independently observed you to determine if that would be adequate, they confirmed that you not only understood exactly what you were doing, but that you did not care about the repercussions of your acts. What good is banishment if you have no desire to return here? How will limiting you to the strength of a newborn one-tail affect you when you openly admitted you did not care if we did so? The only option you left us was to remove even your most basic abilities.”

“There’s got to be another means to make an example out of me.”

The silver fox shook his head. “What would you have us do? Slap you on the wrist and send you on your way? It would only encourage others to disregard our laws. We must do something and the Conclave is convinced that it must go beyond depriving you of strength and status. I would prefer that your gifts not remain permanently sealed, but it may yet come to that.”

“If I remain like that, what will happen to me?”

“You would be exactly as a human, susceptible to the full ravages of illness, disease, and time.”

“What if I am sealed as I am at this moment?”

“Your passive gifts would remain with you, leaving you ageless as you watch your loved one wither and pass away. You would not be permitted access to any of your other blood-gifts until well after his death, if ever again.”

Tari closed her eyes. “One the one side, I could remain with him, even go out in public with him, and likely die with him. On the other, I could outlive him, retain part of the essence of who I am, but never be able to set foot outside with him or go past a window where I might be seen. How is there even a choice?”

“That was their intention. To leave you but one viable option and make you a contemporary example to others.”

“There’s got to be another way.” She stopped walking; after a few paces, Toshiyuki halted and turned around.

“If you leave his side, and never return to him, you would suffer a minimal punishment. The emotional separation would affect you far more than anything we could devise.”

“That isn’t an option I’m willing to take.”

“Also as expected.”

Tari met his gaze, a cheeky grin slipping onto her face. “There’s something you didn’t take into consideration. Before today, I had no desire to return here past accounting for my misconduct.”

“And somehow, something has now changed?”

“My mother and I do not see eye to eye on anything and have all but disowned each other. My sister lives in the mortal realm, and the man who owns my heart can never enter this place. All those I cared about and thought I knew as ‘family’ were outside the Celestial Courts.”

Toshiyuki looked to the cherry blossoms as he considered her statement. After several minutes of contemplation, he turned to face her. “I can not guarantee that this will appease the rest of the Conclave.”

“If they reject it, I will live on with Lenard until the day he dies.”

“Then I… Hm. Perhaps that will be enough… Yes. I will make my recommendation.” The nine-tail pointed back in the direction they had come from. Tari turned, finding a traditional Japanese home only a few steps away. A one-tailed kitsune girl stepped out of the sliding paper doors and bowed respectfully to them.

“Inue, see that Tarioshi has supper and a place to sleep. I must speak with the Conclave at once.”

“Right away, Daisensei.

5 Responses

  1. baltakatei says:

    UN Dinner as a Chekov’s gun arranged by Jadyn’s aide… Kitsune hierarchy exposition… Banishment seems awfully harsh for the first 9 Tail-Commonwealth ambassador. But then again, kitsune psychology doesn’t have to line up with human psychology. It is not as if the Commonwealth can force the kitsune to act one way or another. What stick can you threaten a species with when said species can just hop into a pocket dimension for a few centuries? Maybe some industrialist 9 Tail will find a way to export kitsune magic/tech. If Tari’s dad is an example of the kitsune excited by the prospect of ETs, then as a whole, kitsune leadership must be very conservative and cautious indeed. Maybe they fear invasion by other similar etherical beings or whatnot. I can’t wait to hear what Jadyn thinks of the societal implication of kitsune-commonwealth contact.

  2. Tsunari says:

    And now we have to wait a whole week for that cliffhanger. Bad!!

  3. Tsunari says:

    Oh yeah, did you notice the implication that all the purebloods do not exist after they die, they just fade out into oblivion is what the story implies.

  4. Dimensional says:

    It’s part of the “mortality” of immortality. Being truly immortal would mean that you will only die when the universe or whatever your linked to dies, but when that happens, you will cease to exist from then on. It’s actually been mentioned in many stories. So now they have to find more ways to preserve their legacy, to always be remembered. Problem is, if they continue down even this path, they won’t be remembered, because secrecy would result in facts being lost.

    It’s considered best to have an outsider there to remember you, to know what you did and always tell a story about it. This idea was also used in many fictions, and most of them I know were actually good ones because an outside perspective made you feel as though you were actually there, seeing it happen.

    This is why I believe laws should change with the time. As I quoted while reading a Sci-Fi, “It’s better to fly with the winds of change and soar higher than ever, that to fight them and be blown away.” I’m sure someone famous said those before me, but still, they needed to be said.

  5. Tsunari says:

    Indeed many stories indicate such, doesn’t make it so outside of said story. and remember the older myths/legends are not using it as a plot device.

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