Chapter 6

The spirit tiger was utterly enraged and lunged forward. "You covet my master!" I watched the two of them wrestle and roll into a tangled mess, too stunned to intervene. That attitude. Those movements. At this age, the young spirit snake should be in its sensitive and paranoid phase—a prickly little hedgehog that would bite at the slightest touch. Yet here was this little snake, a picture of calm, looking like a spirit tiger for earthly indulgences. Damn it. Was reincarnation on wholesale...