Shinichi Sasaki, a wise kitsune man who's been around just as long as the northern kitsune clan emperor. living through a genocide caused by one who found great power made of pure evil, a stab through the heart it was to him since the one who almost destroyed it all was none other than his dear friend Misuto Ren otherwise now known as 'the lost one' and is never to be mentioned to those who were around of the great despair of his causes. Shinichi, a young advisor at the time had to follow his orders to do what was right and protect the village, even if it was his best friend (now rival), sealing Misuto away in a banished shrine away from the village that nobody dares to go into.

Currently, in present time Shinichi was sitting at a table close by a small cafe with some green tea on standby and a pastry on a small plate next to it as he gazed over so scrolls, he needed to translate from the western kitsune clan into northern kitsune language. his grey fox ears twitch upon his head, his equally as grey hair tied back into a bun to keep his hair out of his face for the time being so he could focus on his work. the 9 tailed fox was old and young at the same time. he paused as he dripped his brush into the ink, looking up from his work, gazing over his shoulder at a small crowd of people gathering around a storyteller who was ranting out about the 'return of the lost one'

Shinichi couldn't help but feel annoyed, 'the lost one' returning? what a bunch of hog wash. the kitsune scoffed, leaving his work for a moment to approach and listen to see what the story tell would say about 'the lost one' returning to the village. He happened to stand right next to you, not paying attention to you of course but he remained still and stoic like always.