Junkojuro cocked his head slightly as Kanaka spoke, noting how tentative and uncertain her speech was. Her body language was so timid that if his next words were harsh he was almost certain that he could convince her to leave for good. She wanted help from the spirits, yet she was afraid to ask for it; she poured out her feelings to a stranger as if asking for advice, yet she phrased her plea so that it wouldn't burden him. Skilled priestess or not, Kanaka was still a young girl. "I would not worry too much about whatever incident may have occurred in there," Junkojuro said, speaking in a reassuring tone, deciding that he would rather not send her off. "We youkai are not as fickle as humans. We have long lives and our minds are slow to change, so I find it difficult to believe that a single unfortunate exchange of words would have any lasting effect on the Hakurou clan's disposition towards yours. Perhaps if your brother had not lost face because of you, some other catalyst may have set the events in motion; sometimes such things are simply fate..."

Then, Junkojuro closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool morning air. How ought he respond to her subtle, delicate request for aid? Certainly he was not ready to declare his loyalty to the Mitsumine clan yet, but perhaps there was merit to be found in this timid guardian standing before him. Meek, though she was, it certainly took courage to confront a powerful spirit that she knew nothing about, and to do so without hesitation. "I have helped this family in the past," he said after a long pause, his eyelids slowly gliding open. If Kanaka wanted to be of use to her brother, then perhaps he ought to test her now; one could learn quite a bit about the merit of a man by the company he keeps. A sly grin crossed his face, and then he turned his back to the girl.

Junkojuro gave a quick look to ensure that nobody was around, and then bright blue flame shot up from the ground, engulfing the fox. The spectacle only lasted for a couple of seconds, but once the blanket of foxfire vanished, there was a young girl wearing a Miko outfit standing where Junkojuro just was. The girl turned back around to face Kanaka, and revealed herself to be a perfect copy of the priestess. "If you wish to enlist spiritual allies, then... then I will do this for you." Even the fox's voice was a perfect copy; the tone, the inflection, even that hint of meekness were all present. "I will be Ryuunosuke-oniisama's spiritual guardian. My spiritual sight is better than yours, and I know more about spirits than you do, so I can be a better spiritual guide. I have observed the court for hundreds of years, so I will always know my place and I will never misspeak. I am faster, stronger, and more powerful than you, so I can protect Ryuunosuke-oniisama from any harm better than you. Finally, I will never grow old, so I will be able to watch over Ryuunosuke-oniisama for his entire life. I am ... I am his perfect imouto! There, you are no longer bound by your duties to the Mitsumine family. Just like that, you are free to be who you choose to be..." He ended his speech by giving a little tug on his sleeve, just as Kanaka had a few moments earlier.