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Fury invoked within the recesses of my mind, even as outwardly I remained calm. But there were signs. The tensed grip of my gloves, the small grit of my teeth as I ground them and glared towards the sun.

A wave of my hand and spirits appeared, ones that everlastingly pranced around the buildings. Who found joy in the vigil watch of their charges.

They too were equally as furious as I was, a fury that was only tempered by their lack of combat ability. Yet that fury, that anger and intense energy could be put to another use. One that was both productive and harmful at the same time.

They would be my messengers, harbingers of the death of the explosives that had been planted around my… No, Inari's territory. Of the effort that I had placed in here, it would not be ruined by mere interlopers.

No, they would die a painful death, for the simple ruinous sin of the wrought wrath that had befallen upon them.