But in fact, this isn't a problem.
If the foxes really think this way, it might not be a bad thing.
After all, haven't the Eight Hundred and Eight Tanukis also considered using Kitsunerokuro against external enemies?
They're all thousand-year-old racoon foxes, who's to say who's more cunning?
"Ghost Tribe... Ghost Tribe... what exactly is their background? If they really are from Mount Oe... the ghost forces of Mount Oe seem to have already been defeated by humans, right? I remember even Shuten Douji was slain. If they truly are those remnants of the Ghost Tribe, teaming up with the foxes and using Matsuyama as a base to conserve their strength, even if there's a significant group coming, making a long journey here, it's not impossible for us to defend ourselves."
Okite Tanuki, holding a sake jar, squinted his large eyes, pondering.
At this moment, a noisy commotion arose outside the hall.
Tama Gorou stumbled in, tail between his legs: "General, General, it's bad!"
