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Inari pov

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Wind fell over the ledge, the spirits, summoned by me had returned. Not all of them, in fact it was barely one.

But as it perched on my shoulder, letting out a cute howl of triumph. I found myself smiling at it. My grin was joyous. It had brought great news along with terrible ones too.

But that's to be expected. This is a war. For territory and for the survival of our habitation. At least under my direct control. I looked to the spirit perched on my shoulder. She, he, it? I didn't really know, it was hard to judge the gender of a spirit. But either way it was communicating with me in waves and gestures.

It picked up the pencil and pen at the ledge I was at and started to fill it in. It showed detailed reports of the battles and the hotspots of battle.

It showed me of the traps and holes that the burrowers had made and of the siege warfare that the goblins had engaged in.