A-Fistful-Of-Kittens

Kagito descended smoothly from the dizzying heights of the research hall. She stood at the tip of the massive buildings steeple, gripping the spear that was to kill a god. Her black and sea blue clothes blended into the night sky as she saw the security of the Kenkyū scurry below. she could hear their shouts from high on her perch, not only did they have to deal with an encroaching yokai, but now a thief. How dare they call her a thief though, she was only taking what she had worked so hard to create. She created this spear from the remains of a slain yokai. A Hidariude, they called them. Those cosmic minded big heads in the Kenkyu. She had worked as an experimenter for them. She helped test the weapon on smaller yokai so she knew it was working, and it was ready. But she wasn't angry with them. Not really. She hadn't gotten this far by relying on others to see things her way, and she wasn't entirely sure she had convinced any of them. But the thought of facing her betrayal of a

I have worked here at our kami’s shrine for six years now. I took over from the passing of its last maiden Fubuki who had served under our kami for generations. I had only hoped to live up to her standards. I bow in reverence to our kami as he floats out from his vail between his and ours. its long swan-like neck beautifully and gracefully pierces the veil followed by its whites robes draped over its body, it was plump kami, I would almost say cute, if I were allowed to be so honest with it... His emergence meant that we had a guest approaching, it always showed its face at a time like this. It approached me sliding on the air escorted by its two lanterns held in the air by what could only be its essence, its magic. It bowed to me in return. It unfurled its hands from its robes, bony like appendages slipped from its sleeves, waiting. Waiting for me to put its tablet on. I scurried to the back of the room and fetched its tablet from the table. It was simple, wooden, painted with a