Japanese. The manuscript Cahl had just given me was written entirely in Japanese. And at first glance, old Japanese.
Ah, yes. More than one thousand years old. Very well.
“Cahl? You know, my Japanese... it’s really bad.”
“This is a copy of Shin’yaku Kegonkyo Ongi Shiki,” Cahl clarified while drying his hair vigorously with a towel.
“Bless you.”
He raised his head, an amused smile on his lips.
“You hold there, between your little fingers, the reproduction of a real national treasure.”
“I’m as excited as a flea on an Afghan hound.”
Cahl chuckled softly, then rummaged in the closet to pull out a simple black T-shirt and put it on.
“I’ll try the simple version.”
“I thank you.”
I was sincere.
“It's in this document that the term Kitsune first appears. Because that’s what Chimera cal
