After giving Cleo a good night kiss on the forehead I departed for Pre-Futile Japan to spread my influence elsewhere. Yet upon reaching my planned location I find a man trying to force himself onto a little fox, and I literally mean an actual fox. You know the little red furred four legged creatures with white tipped fluffy tails, black paws and white bellies.
“Hay, what are you doing?” I scream as I’ve charged over to him to get a better look.
“None your business stranger.” snapped the man as he drew a dagger holding it to the scared fox’s throat and motioning to his sword.
“Fool, do you know who I am?” I ask sternly revealing my own sword and knowing that more then likely he had no idea of who I really was as of yet.
“You the one I will gut if
