âHow many times do I have to tell you that shape-shifting is the most basic skill for a true fox yokai!â
âI donât know anything about that! I like things the way they are now!â
âItâs not about whether you like it or not!â
âI donât know! I donât know! Iâd rather die than do it! Aaaahââ
Rin clasped her hands over her ears, covering her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, swaying back and forth and making noises to drown out Yuhwaâs voice.
âMaster! The old hag keeps telling Rin to transform! Do you want to see that?â
âMaybe I do?â
âThen Iâll do it!â
Rin, who seemed ready to defy death rather than agree, immediately changed her mind at Karamirâs offhand comment.
Yuhwa closed her eyes and tilted her head back, as if holding back a spike in blood pressure.
âMaster, why is the old hag so mad?â
âAs people age, they tend to become sensitive over little things.â
Rin clicked her tongue, pitying Yuhwa.
âMaster, Rin wonât turn out like that when she grows up.â
âEnough chatter. Focus!â
âUnderstood.â
Such insolence.
Yuhwaâs frustration boiled over; she wanted to thump Rin on the head, but the contract prevented even that small satisfaction.
Todayâs lesson was shape-shifting, akin to the Polymorph spell in magic.
Itâs a skill essential for a fox yokai to charm others into willingly offering everything they have, not just for fox yokai but for any attractive yokai.
âLike how I can appear this young.â
Yuhwa transformed, returning to the youthful appearance she had when she first met Karamir.
âThis is a form of shape-shifting.â
âWoah?â
âNo matter how Rin grows, if she wishes, she can maintain her current appearance.â
Itâs a blessing anyone would covetâa beauty that lasts an eternity despite living a lifespan that feels endless.
To do that, however, one must progress step by step.
âMay I ask a question?â
Karamir, who had been sipping tea alone while the two foxes trained, raised his hand.
âGo ahead.â
âWhy does your way of speaking change?â
Yuhwa nodded. She had been waiting for this question and started her answer without hesitation, since it was all expected.
âUnity of mind and body. When oneâs appearance changes, their demeanor should also adapt accordingly. If not, the effectiveness of the shape-shifting is greatly diminished.â
âItâs not a hobby, is it?â
âNo.â
âAh, so itâs just part of the concept. Got it.â
Karamir nodded as if he understood on his own. Yuhwa ignored him, knowing he wouldnât listen anyway.
As for the shape-shifting Yuhwa was teaching Rin, transforming completely into something different from oneâs original form was incredibly difficult. The closer the transformed form was to the casterâs soul and body, the higher the success rate.
The fox yokai are half-fox, half-human. Thus, the form easiest for Rin to transform into is that of a fox.
With a swish, Yuhwa somersaulted and transformed into a white fox midair. She exuded a mystical aura that would draw anyone in if they encountered her in the mountains.
âNow, give it a try. Imagine the form you want within the fox marble.â
Rin nodded, clutching her fox marble and concentrating. Her yokai energy flowed into the marble, which began to glow and envelop her.
When the light faded, Rinâs outline looked no different from before, except her hands and feet were now covered in pink fur.
âAh! Rinâs become a furball!â
After a few attempts, Rin managed to learn shape-shifting, though not without some trial and error.
Now, a cute baby fox, Rin nestled into my clothes, wiggling until she poked her head out.
âMaster, itâs really warm in here.â
âIs it?â
âYeah. And it smells like you. Hehehe.â
Rin clearly didnât intend to leave anytime soon. She was so content that it felt impossible to chase her away. I decided to consider it her reward for a job well done.
âShall we stop by the cat café on the way?â
âRin doesnât like it there. Rin doesnât like the cats.â
âWhy?â
âThose cats keep clinging to you, rubbing their scent on you. Rin doesnât like that.â
Foxes are territorial creatures too, I suppose. Maybe thatâs why sheâs wary of other animalsâ scents. I wouldnât be surprised if her habit of rubbing against me was her way of marking her territory.
While the cat café brings in a decent profit, itâs ultimately secondary. If Rin dislikes it, I can afford to tone it down.
âUnderstood. Then letâs skip it today and buy some meat on the way. Weâll get Seyraâs favorite skewers too.â
âGood!â
We stopped by the market to pick up dinner.
On the way back home, Rin, tired, fell asleep nestled inside my clothes, while I strolled quietly through the alley.
Seyraâs house is on the outskirts of the city. The area is sparsely populated, the facilities are rundown, and the safety isnât great.
Seyra can handle herself just fine, but itâs not a place Iâd recommend to anyone else.
I bring this up because anyone could become a target at any time.
âWell, look who it is. Isnât it the famous cat café owner?â
A strange voice echoed through the empty alleyway.
Blocking my path was a one-eyed hyena, hunched over with hands in his pockets, swaggering as he approached.
I sensed movement behind me and turned to see several more hyenas had crept up, laughing and blocking my way.
Seyra had warned me about the hyenas, saying they were troublemakers who roamed the city and caused chaos like street cats. They were known as Scavengers.
She had often advised me to be cautious of Scavengers, as a human like me made an easy target.
âWell, what brings you to such a rundown place, Mr. Café Owner, carrying all these tasty treats?â
âA human, and with a red fox no less. It must be hard to find a place to stay. No wonder you ended up in a remote area like this.â
âThatâs right, I forgot about that.â The one-eyed hyena, referred to as the leader, clapped his hands and chuckled as if heâd just realized something.
The laughter that had filled the alley gradually subsided. The hyenaâs gaze stayed fixed on me, but it no longer felt friendly.
âSo, howâs business been?â
âNot too bad, all things considered.â
âWow, must be nice. I was starting to think all my cat friends had died from eating poison, but then I found out theyâre working at your café. I was shocked!â
âTheyâre all working hard. Iâm grateful for their effort.â
The hyena continued talking as if we were old friends.
âSo, any chance youâd hire us Scavengers?â
âUnfortunately, Iâm fully staffed.â
âWho said anything about working as employees? Everyone has a role theyâre suited for.â
The hyena finally dropped the pretense. His intentions were as clear as day.
âLetâs cut to the chase. What do you want?â@@novelbin@@
âNow thatâs what I like about you, Mr. Café Owner. Straight to the point. How about this? Weâll protect your café. I hear thereâs trouble with the dog clan lately? Weâll chase them all away. We donât like them either.â
Hyenas may look like this, but theyâre actually more closely related to cats than dogs. Theyâre more like big cats than anything else.
It all sounds good in theory.
âWhatâs the price?â
âJust give us half the profits. Itâs a fair deal, right? Donât you agree, boys?â
The hyenas cackled amongst themselves.
Half of my profits? Ridiculous.
âFor that price, I could hire trained security guards. Why would I need Scavengers?â
âHmph, Iâm trying to be nice here. A merchantâs most valuable trait is his intuition, but it seems youâre lacking in that department. Donât you want to stay in business around here?â
The hyena licked his claws, a clear signal to get the hint.
âUnderstood. I may have missed the mark.â
âSee? Good thing you came to your senses.â
âThereâs actually a role that fits hyenas perfectly. I must have forgotten.â
Suddenly, I knew exactly what task suited hyenas.
âYouâd be perfect for handling food waste. Since itâll cover your meals, I wonât need to pay you anything.â
âWhat did you just say?â
The hyenaâs forced smile twisted into a scowl.
He was trying to be threatening, but it wasnât very intimidating. Though he looked tough, his body was scrawny compared to his frame.
His ribs showed, and all I felt was pity.
âUnfortunately, I donât enslave males. Are there any female hyenas available? Iâd be willing to pay a finderâs fee if you can recommend one to handle food waste at my café.â
The hyenaâs shoulders trembled with rage, steam practically rising from his head.
âYou must be out of your mind. You think just because youâve made some money, youâre untouchable? You think the city guards will protect you in a place like this?â
The hyena glanced around.
âLooks like you didnât bring your red fox today. I didnât want to deal with the bad luck, but todayâs my lucky day.â
Seeing no trace of the red fox, the hyenaâs grin widened. His rotten fangs bared as he advanced on me, threateningly.
At the brink of confrontation, Rin poked her head out.
âMaster, thereâs a stinky smell here.â
âAâa red fox?â
âMaster, who are these speckled people?â
âTheyâre trying to steal your dinner.â
âWhat?! Who dares take Rinâs food!â
Rin leaped from my embrace, landing in a hero pose.
âNot even Master is allowed to steal Rinâs food!â
She charged at the Scavengers, who scrambled in panic.
The alley echoed with their anguished cries.
After easily dealing with the Scavengers, we returned home safely.
While Seyra prepared dinner, I sat Rin on my lap, now back in her human form.
âThis is the perfect time.â
Iâd been mulling over this ever since I learned that freeing a slave is practically unheard of.
One day, I would have to free Rin and leave Bestia. But I feared a future where setting her free would somehow hold me back.
âRin, slavery is a bad thing.â
âSlavery?â
So I decided to educate her. Well, that sounds misleading. Letâs call it instilling proper values.
I wanted to teach Rin that slavery is bad and freedom is good. Sheâs still young and hasnât fully formed a sense of right and wrong.
Itâs important for me to guide her towards normal values so she doesnât end up like those weird beastfolk.
âFor now, youâre my slave, right? Slaves are seen as lowly beings, mistreated and looked down upon by others.â
âBut youâre not like that.â
âWell, thatâs because Iâm a kind slave trader. Not everyone is like me. Remember the hyenas from earlier.â
Using the hyenas as an example, Rin seemed to understand and nodded.
âOn the other hand, freedom is the ability to be free from all that. Itâs a wonderful thing.â
âHm?â
âMy goal is to free you, to let you be free. Freedom isnât abandonment. Itâs liberation. Do you understand?â
âI completely understand!â
Thatâs what she says whenever she doesnât understand.
But thatâs fine. If I keep telling her, the idea that freedom is a good thing will take root in her mind.
âSo when the time comes, you wonât hold a grudge against me, right?â