The Warrior's Vow [Kamisama Kiss]

In the days of legend, when every man knew of yokai and their dangers, there were the sacred beasts. Seen as guardians of the people, they were worshiped by some as strongly as the gods. Unlike the average yokai, they meant no harm. Each merely viewed themselves as a protector of their region. A shield between the yokai and the fragile humans.

To the east laid the fearsome dragon. The south to the virtuous phoenix. The north to the wise tortoise.

The west to the king of beasts- the fierce white tiger.

Over time, however, the people forgot about them. As the yokai drew more into the world of yonder the need for such protectors died away along with many minor gods and goddesses who'd also served as a barrier between the worlds. Unlike the born gods, however, the yokai didn't depend on their worshipers to live. Having toed the line between divinity and demon for years, many of them survived, blending into the yokai world as common creatures.

Akitora, the last in a long line of such beasts, is a memory of the forgotten age. Unable to completely push away the past, she's wandered for years, concealing herself among the crowd. A warrior in an age where such people are unneeded. When she comes across another soul, one who's barely out of the old age themselves, Akitora finally finds the anchor needed to settle her in the present.

After all, she made a promise before the death of her age.

And she intends to keep it.

**Summary under major construction**