“Kenta,” Kenta eventually said while he got up on his feet.
By comparison, he was much shorter and leaner than the three men in front of him, but he knew he was so much older than them. He was slightly taken aback when he noticed his hair for the first time. His long, straight hair was the color of the purest snow. He must have meditated for quite a while. When he had sealed himself inside the cave on that fateful day, his hair was golden in color. That was no longer true. However, he didn’t need to see his reflection to know what color his eyes were. They would always be amber. It might have been quite a while since he got to see them, but he knew their color would remain the same no matter how many years had passed by.
“Are you the fox deity in the legend?” Milo asked.
Kenta chuckled. “I don’t consider myself as such an exalted being. I’m simply a fox who can take on the shape of a human. Or anything else my heart desires.”