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Chapter 18: Inheritance Arc 2

"Does it matter?"
A shrug "Not really, no. Even if it is rare to see your kind so far away from Avalon's shores..."
"I'm still too human for them." idly commented Mizuki

"Bah! Idiots! Come to us when you want, child! We aren't as narrow-minded anymore, thankfully!"
The blond woman smiled and bowed, grateful – as a youkai, the other understood that surrounded by humans like she was, sooner or later, she would end up alone if Kazami didn't find her in her next life..."Thank you, wise one."
"Bah! Call me Talbot, girl!" a look at the others "You too! It's not everyday I find humans interesting enough to bother with them!"

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Reborn eyes widened at that – he knew that name. Seeing his reaction, the tengu nodded "Ah yeah, you might have heard of me among your Famiglia, after all, I was there when those blasted rings were made!"

"How can we obtain the fangs or claws you were talking about?" asked Hana once over her awe at the surprising affirmation
"Well, usually it would be very hard, a youkai doesn't lent his powers easily, and only to those he deems worthy..." he smiled at the frowns this affirmation was provoking "But luckily, the hime here already hold favors among the kitsune, so I'll negotiate with them." he took a look at said hime again, his eyes straying on the youkai pearl in her hair "Seeing as the Shippo brat himself seems to like you, it shouldn't be too hard."

This made Kazami cough - brat? How old was Talbot, to call the mighty and awe inspiring nine-tailed general she remembered from her coming of age trial a brat?
After that, they had stayed a bit more, talking about a range of esoterica matters, then had left – Kazami alone came back three days latter, as asked by the tengu. She certainly didn't expect to find the golden kitsune then had been talking about days earlier present in the crafter's small shop.
"Shippo-sama."

"Seishi-hime." a warm smile "You have grown more powerful since the last time I saw you."
A smile "My brother wants to change the mafia world, and as idealist as he is, he isn't naïve enough to think it will be a peaceful and bloodless change." she explained "So we train."
"It is good." nodded the general "You would grow tired of too much peace." he affirmed knowingly
She was surprised at his affirmation – but didn't refute him, after all, hadn't she jumped at the chance of fighting again, as Harriet Potter, when those neo Death Eaters had emerged and killed her?

"Probably." she admitted
"Talbot said you needed powerful fangs to help the Arcobaleno." he idly announced
She hummed affirmatively.
"Your pack mates are good, to have been able to understand so much about the Ma no Kiba that you're already able imitate it."

"The Vongola X are unique, in that they are witches and wizards working with mafiosi on a youkai item..." a proud smile "When we create this item, it will probably be the first time so many different communities have worked together to create something new."
"True indeed." smiled the kitsune, amused at her passion

She blushed, and he signaled her to stretch her hand – she obeyed, and eight gleaming fangs fell into it. Stunned she stared at him "You don't know it yet, Seishi-hime..." a smile "But time isn't linear, and in a next life you already helped me so much I'll never be able to repay you fully."

Her eyes widened – and she wasn't able to answer, as he had already disappeared. Talbot chuckled at the speechless look, and peered into her hand, snatching one of the fangs out and taking it to his workshop. As she finally was recovered enough from her surprise, she carefully stored the seven remaining fangs into her inventory and went to the tengu to peer at what he was doing – the fang was now set in silver, with a beautiful black, familiar looking feather dangling by it's side.

With an abrupt move, he turned toward her, and reached into her hair, weaving the new ornament into the silver chain gifted by Fred Weasley so long ago – and just like the pearl made by the golden kitsune, the fang and the feather seamlessly adapted themselves into the ornament..