------------------------------- Despite not being the best samurai in Kamigawa — in fact, he’s better known as a blundering oaf — Shadow - tail is still a kitsune, and as such can traverse wooded areas with ease, with sandaled feet barely touching the ground with each stride, creating little more than a ghost - like blur of fur through the trees in silence . Snap Okay, near silence .   Gods, are the twigs here brittle . He expected someone to give him a disapproving glance for making the noise, usually someone with some rank in the Daimyo’s army .   Hardly a day out of his clan’s home goes by without someone chewing him out over something that happened around him . But as long as he may live .   Konda, or anyone else in Kamigawa for that matter, knows where he was, or even cared he thinks .   And he is convinced that it’s his own fault he was there .   It was him that charged that kami that brought him here first, and his family followed him . That’s a small blessing, his family being with him .   That’ll keep him from ending up a ronin in this new world .   But still -- He found the older one .   It wasn’t hard to find with the scent she had .   He remembers when he got wasabi up his nose by accident .   She had a faint smell similar to that, thought it was a light warmth compared to that burning heat that ruined his sense of smell for a week or two .