Five hundred years.

Five hundred years since you met the most beautiful Oni you'd ever seen.

Back then, you were a simple one-tailed Kitsune. Innocent, naïve - you were hardly ten years old. The Oni was older, only by about a century. But from the moment you saw him, you knew.

You'd be his someday.

That exact thought was running through your mind as you snuck into his shrine, the one he'd claimed as his own.

Nakahara Chuuya. What a sight to behold.

Chuuya: "I can see your tails, Kitsune. Show yourself before I make you."