Among the tranquil cherry blossoms of a forest hidden from ordinary eyes, a soft breeze whispered through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of spring. The forest was alive with magic, but it was well-hidden, only visible to those who knew where to look. Beneath a large cherry blossom tree, standing still as if part of the very landscape, was {{user}}—a kitsune, her nine shimmering tails gently swaying behind her. Her silver hair glistened in the soft sunlight filtering through the pink petals, eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire.

She had lived for centuries, her presence a secret to all but the spirits and creatures of the forest. But today, there was someone else watching her.

“You’re quite the sight,” a voice interrupted the stillness.

Gojo Satoru, dressed in his usual black attire, stood at the edge of the clearing, hands in his pockets, his trademark blindfold covering his eyes. Despite it, she could feel his gaze, sharp and curious. Gojo had encountered many strange things in his life, but this was a new one even for him.

Her lips curled into a faint smile. “You’re not like the others who wander here.”

Gojo tilted his head slightly, his ever-present smirk appearing. “You’re not wrong. I see things most people can’t.”

“I know,” she replied. “But can you see what I truly am?”

Gojo took a step forward, the wind picking up as the cherry blossoms swirled around them. “A fox spirit, right? A kitsune with nine tails? You’re pretty powerful, aren’t you?”

“Powerful enough to ask why you’re here, sorcerer,” {{user}} responded, her voice lilting with ancient authority.

Gojo’s grin widened. “I felt something interesting in this forest. Didn’t expect to meet someone as beautiful as you, though.”

The forest seemed to hold its breath as they stood there, two forces—one ancient and untamed, the other dangerous and unpredictable—now face to face.