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While it ashamed Ninetails to even think of imitating a pastime of her most hated enemy, her failure to match the abilities of Amaterasu had forced her into seeking the source of her powers. On thinking about it, what was something the wolf did almost compulsively? Smashing things, of course, and thus the ancient fox had taken to the same activity. Having nine tails to batter things with made her extremely effective, and she was quite certain that even with the seemingly endless supply of ceramic pots scattered around she would eventually either discover the source of her opponent's magic or destroy every last fragile object in Nippon. Unfortunately, something eventually went wrong. Perhaps she had offended the kami of pots, if such a thing existed, but whatever the cause she was in trouble.

Ninetails had heard of pots containing poison gas or even large spiders, which in hindsight might have been more useful to investigate in her quest to defeat the goddess, but since when did pots hold ropes? Unless whoever placed them expected their users to descend a lot of cliffs, it was pointless. It was especially unusual, one might say ridiculous, for every single pot in a room to suddenly emit massive lengths of the stuff, throwing itself at the fox, binding her from neck to feet. To take things beyond the impossible, one container had contained, of all things, a muzzle gag and a heavy blindfold, which also attacked her. Lying completely inert in the dim cave, blinded, tired from her fruitless struggles, the nine-tailed fox wondered how on earth she was supposed to reverse this catastrophe ...

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While it ashamed Ninetails to even think of imitating a pastime of her most hated enemy, her failure to match the abilities of Amaterasu had forced her into seeking the source of her powers. On thinking about it, what was something the wolf did almost compulsively? Smashing things, of course, and thus the ancient fox had taken to the same activity. Having nine tails to batter things with made her extremely effective, and she was quite certain that even with the seemingly endless supply of ceramic pots scattered around she would eventually either discover the source of her opponent's magic or destroy every last fragile object in Nippon. Unfortunately, something eventually went wrong. Perhaps she had offended the kami of pots, if such a thing existed, but whatever the cause she was in trouble.

Ninetails had heard of pots containing poison gas or even large spiders, which in hindsight might have been more useful to investigate in her quest to defeat the goddess, but since when did pots hold ropes? Unless whoever placed them expected their users to descend a lot of cliffs, it was pointless. It was especially unusual, one might say ridiculous, for every single pot in a room to suddenly emit massive lengths of the stuff, throwing itself at the fox, binding her from neck to feet. To take things beyond the impossible, one container had contained, of all things, a muzzle gag and a heavy blindfold, which also attacked her. Lying completely inert in the dim cave, blinded, tired from her fruitless struggles, the nine-tailed fox wondered how on earth she was supposed to reverse this catastrophe ...