Tentacle Shaman and Furry-Pervert Sorcerer

A place where various shamanic tools were neatly arranged.

In a place anyone would recognize as a shaman's home, a shaman in flamboyant clothes muttered to herself.

"If you've arrived, you could at least say so. Why are you just standing there watching?"

She acted as though she was certain someone was there, despite being alone in the room.

But the shaman's words proved not to be nonsense after all: with a gust of wind, a bald man holding an executioner's sword appeared.

"If you had any common sense, you wouldn't have called me at dawn. It was a pretty memorable first night, you fucking bitch. If this isn't an emergency, I'll wreck this place before I leave today."

"Meeting a fox woman didn't change your filthy personality after all. Even old sayings are outdated now. They say meeting the right woman can change a man's personality, but that's a load of bullshit, isn't it?"

"I only need to show my good side in front of her. Why do I need to show it to anyone else?"

The bald man set his executioner's sword on the floor, sat down in front of the shaman, and asked her in a cocky manner.

"So why'd you call me this time? Did an evil spirit you couldn't handle show up? We just wiped out a whole swarm of hungry ghosts, so I figured there wouldn't be anything to deal with for a while."...