Mole Was Coming with a Sword

When Tamamo-no-Mae's movements were sealed, the tail wrapped around me loosened on its own.

At last, my feet were back on solid ground, though being held in her soft tail had felt nice too.

All that talk about yin and yang was nonsense, of course. The real reason was the difference in rank between the Noble Phantasms.

Tamamo-no-Mae was in her three-tailed form now, so her Noble Phantasm's rank was naturally low.

When I received mine, she had been in her six-tailed form. With my magical energy amplifying it, it had nearly reached the level of her eight-tailed form.

Back in Snowfield City, when I was connected to the Root, Water-Heavenly Sunlight, Amaterasu's Eightfold Stone had operated at full power. It was a divine treasure capable of reviving the dead.

While Tamamo-no-Mae was distracted, I used my abilities to take control of her Noble Phantasm.

I gave her no chance to take it back. Instead, I sealed her with it, making her think it really did follow its husband's lead.

Tamamo-no-Mae stared at the Noble Phantasm that had betrayed her. She had nurtured it all her life, and it had turned on her just like that. How was she supposed to go on?

Tamamo-no-Mae said, "Now I believe you really are my destined husband. But could you let me go first? Holding this pose is rather uncomfortable."

Yuan Shikai said, "Let you go? A bathroom, a captive, and a beautiful girl. Doesn't that sound perfect for a little fun?"

"You've spent centuries here living like an ascetic. Now that you and your husband have reunited after so long, shouldn't we do something about all that pent-up passion?"

Tamamo-no-Mae said, "If my husband wants me, I'll gladly oblige. But a bathroom is terribly unromantic, and what if someone walks in?"

Yuan