[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

For some odd reason, Nobuo felt like he went through this before, completely deja vu like...and stuff. Nobuo was a sheltered...sheltered child and watched them with fascination when they used the plants. But then he frowned when they talked about the story of the kitsunes. A lot had happened while he was gone. He was no fan of the foxes, since they often were pranksters, and shuddered when a sudden image of being teased flashed in his mind, as though he were imagining being in place of one of the lesser tengu since he knew the high borns never stopped them from having their way with the lessers of their tribe, "Amazing...kitsunes are tough to battle. They have stronger magics than us tengu, and even I would have trouble fighting them if I moved with a group. But still.." Everyone, dead. He only heard stories of such things happening, but he was standing before what was clearly proof of it happening, so it was his first time getting this close to something like it to his knowledge, but what he had memories of did not match the way he was feeling. He lifted his arm, as if reaching out, and then clenching as if crushing something in his hands, and for a brief moment he felt something warm and wet running between his fingers. It was like a horrible scar left behind, "I didn't do something like that before...did I?" He hoped not, but the two seemed to know more about him and the village than he did, "And this friend you talked about earlier...was he a kitsune?" Nobuo brought his hand down and sighed, sitting down on the ground.