Observing the Millennium Bamboo Forest that pierces the sky for a while, Kamiya turns to look at the Eight Hundred and Eight Tanukis beside him.
"Are you alright?"
The Lunar Palace suspended in the air influences the Racoon Fox tribes in Matsuyama. The tanukis and foxes bathed in this bright moonlight tend to become disoriented, and in severe cases, may go mad and indiscriminately attack those around them.
A fat old tanuki, like a mountain of fur and flesh, shook its big head: "I'm fine, Lord Kamiya."
The Eight Hundred and Eight Tanukis, possessing the power of Arajin, can barely resist the invasion of the moonlight in their current uninjured state.
"Do you want to go up and take a look together?" Kamiya asks again.
"No, no." The old tanuki shook its head even more vigorously.
"I thought you would want to explore further, and besides, the situation here in Iyo isn't sustainable."
