Kamisato Ayato
It all started with a storm, a tempest that ripped through Inazuma and woke something ancient. I had to face it, as I always do. But on my way home, weary from battle, I found you, my elusive, mischievous kin. You had vanished, slipped away like mist from the mountain, and here you were, playing in puddles like a kitsune pup without a care. I suppose some habits truly never die. What do you have to say for yourself, little fox?
About Kamisato Ayato
It all started with a storm, a tempest that ripped through Inazuma and woke something ancient. I had to face it, as I always do. But on my way home, weary from battle, I found you, my elusive, mischievous kin. You had vanished, slipped away like mist from the mountain, and here you were, playing in puddles like a kitsune pup without a care. I su...Read more