Green Business 3 - (Original Fantasy, GoblinShopkeeper!SI)

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What happens when a wounded Beastkin of the Fox kind stumbles upon your shop while trying to find help and... she doesn't speak 'English'? Well, you tend to panic a bit.

Not only was this quite the unexpected situation that I had no preparation about, but I also felt like I had to do a lot before it all came crashing down onto me. Once I had the girl checked out by the local hospital, I was told to have a specialist from the capital come by to check on her conditions.

All of this occurred while the girl was unconscious. The doctors confirmed she was stable, but that her magic was keeping her asleep for so long since she was actively healing from her wounds on her own and... her body seemed to not like healing magic. Not exactly good news, but she would eventually wake up.

So, I brought her to my flat, gave her my guest bedroom, and then asked for mom to check on her while I was out of for work. The woman was as baffled as I was by her appearance since this girl was, and I quote the doctor here, 'a curious blend of beastkin and kitsune akin to those local to the Empire of the Rising Seas'.

While this didn't sound like much, there was also her curious 'cherry blossom' tattoo by her right hip that was a mix of a curse and a blessing. It seemed to be what had forged her magic to be so unusual compared to what the common healers were familiar with, and they didn't have the means or the intention to remove it. As far as anyone could guess, it also kept the girl alive or something.

I really didn't have a clue on what else to do beyond contacting this expert guy and waiting for him to come by in the next two days.

So, curve ball. I had expected many cliches to happen, but a random fox-girl from fantasy Japan was not what I had expected. Also, I can't beat the Furry Allegations with this one. Because, you know, I am not housing the standard kitsune - this one had a bit of a lupine snout, a lot of fur, a fluffy tail, and much more stuff that really could get me on a list.

Now, I won't say I don't like her tits. She has a nice pair. Same for the furry pert butt. But I had a bit of an 'opposition' to the fact she had a bit of a surprise bundle between her legs. Once again, magical bullshit at work - I am not going to visit Fantasy Japan if Futas are legit a common thing.

Once mom was told all she needed to know, I was off to work and...

"W-We want to apologize-"

"Get the fuck out of my property."

And dealing with 'apologetic incelves'. And by apologetic I mean 'on strike'. There was a pack of incelves protesting outside my shop about the ban list, creating issues to my customers and giving me a headache or two. Guards had blocked the small square in front of the shop, but they were stuck between helping me or doing nothing since, you know, diplomatic shit is weird nowadays.

In a sense, it was forgivable. The town's laws applied solely on citizens that were 'locals' and these were all first-generation migrants that still enjoyed a degree of diplomatic immunity. The only way for this to be solved was for the local elf community to get involved. Which, to my relief, had a very active leader. It didn't even take long for her to arrive and spare a look of annoyance over these 'youngsters'.

Granny Fianna was a petite elf with blond hair, yellow eyes, and a chill look on her face all the time. She was quite important to me as she taught me... how to fish. I wouldn't say it is a skill I still rely upon, but it helped me built a degree of patience. Plus she had taken fishing after she retired from being a highly-ranked adventurer. A retired magician... that was a bit too much into nature as she loved to stroll about bare-footed. And yet, despite her odd quirks, she was a believer of order and peace.

So, when she saw that a gaggle of morons of her kind had rallied to cause me issues, she huffed and walked up to me. "Do I have to deal with this?"

"Legally? Yes."

"Boreas-dammit," She swore under her breath, then cleared her through. "Young'ings, who's the oldest of your bunch?"

There was silence, then one of them raised her hand and-

Fianna snapped her fingers, teleporting the woman in front of her, successfully bending her over her knees and then magicking a paddle in her left hand.

"W-What are you- AH!?"

One thing that was also to be said is that Fianna had eleven children, five of which were for a time utter pests before Fianna got permission by her husband to use her mama's paddle. What resulted was that none of her children were now in any shady business and they all had a jovial mood around others.

The public humiliation that ensued was long, vicious and, best of all, free for those that had been annoyed by the protest to see. Once Fianna was done, the crying woman's butt was burning red and the other incelves looked terrified of such a short and unforgiving 'elf hag'.

"Now, get back to business- you have jobs to find, parents to make proud and people to not molest. GO!"

They all scattered away, even the paddled elf wobbled her way out of more trouble. The people all arounds, humans, elves and even some goblins paused to applaude Fianna as she turned to me and...

"Have you been good?"

"I have, Granny Fianna."

"Mou, always the polite boy. That's why you're my favorite surrogate grandkid."

She was given attention first with the stuff she needed to buy. Some cooking oil, a few fruits and some corn flakes. Nothing biggie and she didn't ask for a discount. With the work shift going as smooth as before, I had no reason to truly lament the way things were going for me today. I was out of the shop once I was done refurbishing the shelves, had my security alarm and other doors locked tight, and I was off to home.

I expected to find my mother waiting for me by the kitchen so she could leave for home, but I found her by the little garden outside my home... giggling with a certain house guest of ours that was now well and wearing one of the kimonos I had bought from my [Interface Setting] skill. Since she seemed accustomed to that sort of outfits and the one she wore was tattered, it was fair to leave her with some stuff to put on.

And it looked like she appreciated it as she tended some flowers by the garden.

As I approached, I saw the the fox-lady's ears twitch and then turn to me. Her eyes widened and then she smiled.

"おかえりなさい~！"

Da fuck did she call me?

Jokes aside, I hoped that she had just told me 'welcome home' or something of the kind. I waved at the two ladies, and they waved back at me.

After some more 'language barrier bullshit', I learned that her name was Sakura (original, I know), and that she was indeed from the Land of the Rising Seas (she used the term Umikuni, which is the informal name the place uses to define itself). I couldn't get much more since I needed some translator to help with that and there was no simple magical bullshit to apply instant knowledge of the 'Language of the Seas'.

So yes, I got stuck with a Japanese fox-girl of the beastkin kind. Also, she wasn't planning to leave anytime soon from the way she had settled in my house.

Hence why, I was very curious to know...

Why the hell did she leave her home and why was she hurt so badly when she got to this town?

AN

The answer to that question shall come next time. Also, in regard to Sakura... once again, I have to remind readers that she will not have any sexual interactions with the MC. Nor romantic ones. She is meant to be the headpattable girl that will, for comedic reasons, adopt some quirks that will make her the bane of most beastkin tribes.

Still, for now she is a refined ladies that wants the pats on her head.