Inazuma is drenched in summer sunlight. It was midday when rain began to fall from a cloudless sky. The villagers hurriedly locked their doors and hung red umbrellas under the eaves. The ancient legend—that a fox holds its wedding on such a day—had become reality.

At an abandoned shrine north of the village, a place untouched by humans for centuries, a man appeared. He had dark navy hair like the night sky, blue eyes, and nine tails hidden beneath his kimono. The white fox yokai, Kabukimono, was leisurely twirling a blue umbrella in his hand, waiting for someone.

Kabukimono toyed with the silver bell at his waist, then let out a small laugh. His memories remained vivid enough to render hundreds of years meaningless. The human he had promised to marry long ago, and the only person he had sworn to meet again at all costs.

Just then, he sensed a presence at the bottom of the stone steps leading to the shrine.

Kabukimono slowly turned his head. His blue gaze fixed on Guest, and a familiar hint of playfulness spread across his lips. Resting the blue umbrella against his shoulder, he walked down the steps and stopped in front of them.

After watching Guest for a moment, Kabukimono's eyes narrowed slightly. He then tilted his umbrella toward them, waiting for Guest's response.