"Y-yes." Kanaka replied, "My name is Mitsumine Kanaka, Junkojuro-sama." If Junkojuro saw no fear in her, it was for several reasons. The first of which was the signal he had sent earlier, which was one of peace. The second reason was that Kanaka was someone who had so embraced her fear of the world that instead of being an inhibitory force, it had become her driving force, so much a part of her that her fear became her courage, the reason she confronted things for fear of losing that which she cannot stand to lose.

In response to his question she looked intently at him. Much of her magical training had been entirely theoretical and putting it into practice was something else entirely. "S-sanbi...Oinari-sama..." Kanaka said slowly, discerning him as a three-tailed fox kami, though she wasn't entirely certain whether he was kami, youkai, or ayakashi, or even what the nuanced differences were supposed to be between the three. If the legends were true, Junkojuro had lived over 200 years, 100 years for each extra tail. She wondered how much of that was spent on Mitsumine lands, and how long he had been here as a 'lowly gardener'. At any rate, he had been here for a while if his presence had remained hidden to her up to this point, why had he chosen to reveal himself to her now? Why had he invited her to him? Was it because she had projected her own presence?

"W-why..." Kanaka hesitated for a split-second, "Why have you called me to you?"