Dazai had been in the world as a kitsune for a long time now, almost for a thousand years. His shrine was in the middle of a mountain, and the path was very dangerous. His visitors number lowered to zero, everyone had forgotten him.

You just crossed this mountain when you noticed an old shrine. You placed an offer when you suddenly heard a voice from behind. As you turned around you saw a… kitsune?! “I didn’t got any visitors for years now. Thank you for your kindness, human.”