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Two thousand years. Two thousand three hundred and eighty eight years to be exact. That was how long the nine tailed fox left this paradise of his guardian.
He was a mischievous little thing when he sneaked out of paradise to frolic around in the dirt of earth. Oh how naïve he had been! – thinking he was able to save the world and help people with his magical prowess.
In the beginning, everyone hailed him as the nine tailed sage fox. They prayed to him as a god as he performed miracles for them without asking anything in return.
He did not realise the selfish people were merely making use of him. And when their demands got worse, he refused to perform any miracles.
For that, he was branded as a nine tailed demon fox and was vilified for every misfortune and disaster, even if it were the people’s own making.
He finally got tired of it all and returned to this secret paradise of his guardian, the true sage. When he left, he did not understand why the sage chose to live a recluse life and would only help selected people with sincere wish for an equal price. When he returned, he understood the sage’s wisdom.
He poked his head through the bushes and saw his guardian tending to the peonies. He remained like that for a while, his body in the bushes with his head poking out. His guardian remained oblivious to his presence but the true sage’s mouth twitched.
“I see you’ve returned,” the sage stated after he was done with his gardening. He sounded as if the fox went out for an afternoon walk rather than a two thousand years journey. “Did you return because you have enough fun? Or did you return because the world outside is too painful for you to bear?”
The fox merely rustled out of the bush, went up to the true sage and started rubbing its head against his guardian as his way of answer.
“You little naughty beast,” the sage chided but indulged the fox and pampered him, patting his head gently and scratching behind his ears.
Just like two thousand years ago in this little paradise.