In the year 1213, as Gensokyo was being born, on a very cold night, I awoke to the sounds of a baby's cries in my garden. I blinked my weary eyes and hurried outside to investigate, discovering a very appalling sight. A very small, sickly, and frail baby kitsune in a basket. I was utterly disgusted by this horrendous act but I didn't find the culprits. In wanting something to love and being without little ones, I decided to take care of her and raise her as my own, naming her Ran. She was such a small thing, something that naturally sparked my interest. Oddly enough, for a baby kitsune, she had all nine tails, despite being helpless and in her infantile stage. I brought her just about everywhere I went and had quite fattened her up. Throughout her infancy, she seemed to have doubled a bit in size.

When she had outgrown infancy, I noticed her to be quite a bright and very exceptional tot. She often liked to play, though I remember the house being damaged and myself suffering a few broken bones. Quite a rowdy little thing, I knew. If she wasn't playing, she was begging me not to die, when I was only sleeping. If she couldn't follow me everywhere, she would patiently wait at home for me. Her being there took away my loneliness. For once, I had something to love, something to hold, occasionally scold, and something that would take away an intense pain. She is a dear kitsune and I couldn't be any more grateful for having her as a shikigami.