You are a cat demon

You became the village tyrant of Sakura Village through your own abilities.

From the day your exaggerated and embellished heroic deeds shocked the entire dog pack, you started causing big trouble in Sakura Village, first by defeating the previous rural tyrant.

People who have lived in the countryside may forget the meadow they rolled on, the wildflower they picked, or the boy/girl they grew up with, but they will never forget the childhood trauma left by farm geese.

Domestic geese are descended from wild geese. Although they have long been domesticated by humans, they still retain some wildness and a strong sense of territory. Moreover, geese perceive humans as small; their eyes are very unique, making everything they see appear much smaller than it actually is. Therefore, to them, humans are nothing more than a bunch of chicks. If someone accidentally enters their territory, they stretch their necks, spread their wings, and pounce on the intruder, biting their calf or arm with their serrated beaks, capable of drawing blood with a single bite. It's often said that a childhood without being chased by a goose is an incomplete childhood. Of course, some people who have experienced that kind of physical pain will chuckle at such a statement, secretly thinking, "Thank you for the insult!"

You've seen how powerful these geese are.

You're not the victim.

You once saw a puppy, only a few months old, being bitten by a large, plump white goose in someone's yard. The puppy was howling and rolling on the ground in pain. The puppy's mother was not far away, but she was chained up. Hearing her child's cries, she couldn't rush to the goose. She could only futilely lunge at the goose, barking and snapping. The chain rattled loudly as it struggled, and the fur on her neck was almost worn down.

You witnessed the entire event firsthand.

The puppy was playing beside its mother when a large white goose passing by took a dislike to them. Despite its large belly, the goose waddled over from afar and began pecking wildly at the puppy's head and belly. The puppy rolled around, struggling to get back to its mother, but the enraged goose held onto its tail tightly, dragging it further away. Even an adult dog would be easily overwhelmed by a goose's force, let alone a small puppy with its claws and teeth still immature. Soon, the puppy was dragged further and further away by the goose, almost disappearing from sight.

As the curtain falls, you leave the theater on your own. Amidst the puppy's whimpers, the mother dog's roars, and the white goose's triumphant honking, you depart unhurriedly.

What gives you the right to intervene and help those in need?

What's it to you?

That day, Village Chief Zhang Qingshan took his big black dog into the mountains early in the morning to hunt, saying he was going to hunt some foxes. Fox pelts were valuable and could fetch a good price on the black market. So the man and dog set off with great enthusiasm. You watched them go, wishing them a safe journey and that they wouldn't encounter any fox demons...

What's wrong?

Did you say something wrong?

So, Wakaba was once again placed in the care of her neighbor.

In fact, there are quite a few "left-behind children" like Wakaba in this era. Many of them are either fatherless or motherless, or even orphans. There are several in Sakura Village alone. Therefore, looking out for each other has become a habit for some people in this era, after all, no one knows when misfortune will befall them. But this only applies to a portion of the population.

This little girl, Ruoye, has been living like this for the past five years, and now, you are by her side.

Little Ruoye is playing football with her peers and having a great time. You stand guard for them like a dutiful bodyguard, with the silvery laughter of human cubs ringing in your ears.

Your gaze occasionally drifts to these human cubs, and you get a sense of being out of place, as if you're in a different time and space. In a daze, it's as if you and your brothers and sisters, who are almost fading from your memory, appear before your eyes...

Suddenly, a white figure entered your field of vision, instantly bringing you back to your senses.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a large white goose.

That big white goose belongs to this neighbor. It's the fattest and strongest goose in the whole village, a true king among geese, with rare black tail feathers—let's call it the Black-Tailed Goose. This Black-Tailed Goose is a real troublemaker. In the first few days after its owner brought it home from out of town, it pecked almost every dog ​​in the village, even your big black dog avoided it. Its owner was worried it would hurt their child, especially since they have a big, chubby son, and also afraid that no one would dare come to play with their child afterward, so they simply kept it locked in a cage all the time. Today, I don't know if the cage door broke, but the Black-Tailed Goose escaped.

The air seemed to freeze.

All the human children froze, as if petrified, and you froze too. Everyone present had heard how terrifying this black-tailed goose was, so no one dared to move or utter a sound. Only the chubby boy of the family, probably feeling he was its little master and had some say, made a shooing gesture to the black-tailed goose and whispered, "Go back! Go back!"

As if it hadn't heard, the black-tailed goose shook its head from side to side, then suddenly let out a long cry to the sky, flapped its wings, and rushed over.

The human cubs screamed and scattered in all directions.

The black-tailed goose is the kind of goose that gets excited the more it calls. So it flaps its wings even more vigorously and chases after the goose with all its might, its black tail feathers becoming glossy with excitement.

A group of people ran in a rush, afraid of being left behind. But in this kind of huddled running, it was almost impossible to see where they were standing. At this moment, Ruoye seemed to trip over something and fell to the ground.

Just then, the black-tailed goose arrived, its terrifying beak aimed directly at Ruoye's pretty little face.

At the critical moment, you moved like a swift cheetah, tracing a graceful arc through the air and landing perfectly on the back of the black-tailed goose.

It has no sense of martial ethics, and you don't want to reason with it; you just bite its slender neck.

Since you arrived in Sakura Village, you have never hunted any living creature. All the poultry and livestock in the village have owners, and poaching is forbidden for those with owners; in human culture, "stealing" is a deeply shameful act. While human values ​​don't legally bind you, you might disregard your pride, but Village Chief Zhang Qingshan and Ruoye still need to live here. They helped you, and for their sake, you must adapt to local customs. The nature of a yokai is extremely difficult to suppress, and you used all your willpower to refrain from harming those walking, delicious pieces of meat.

Now you've finally caught your dream animal, feeling the warm blood coursing beneath the thin layer of skin on its neck. Your teeth are practically rubbing against its arteries. With just a gentle snap of your teeth, "crack!" it will collapse like a lump of mud...

You finally let go of the black-tailed goose.

Never mind, lest it arouse suspicion.

The black-tailed goose was so frightened its legs went weak. After you released it, it collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. It flapped its wings and struggled to get up, but then it slipped and fell again. After several attempts, it was practically crawling on its belly, like a giant snail, which looked incredibly comical.

No animal, even those domesticated by humans, can ever truly erase the instincts ingrained in their very being. The moment you bit its neck, the deep-seated fear within it was awakened. Carnivorous predators often use neck bites to kill birds like geese, a method that delivers a fatal blow. Like opening Pandora's box, in its eyes now, you are the devil, the Grim Reaper.

The black-tailed goose turned to flee.

Want to escape? Did you get my permission?

The prey's disheveled state aroused your sadistic desires, and you pounced on it again.

By sheer coincidence, it bit down on one of its glossy black tail feathers. At the same time, the black-tailed goose was struggling desperately in the opposite direction, like a tug-of-war. With a "plop," all the black tail feathers were pulled off, and the black-tailed goose became an ugly bald-tailed goose.

Clutching over ten beautiful black tail feathers, it turned to look at the stunned Wakaba and her friends. A hush fell over the air, a silence so profound it almost made you feel awkward. But soon, led by Wakaba, cheers nearly deafened you.