Tamamo 28

О Tamamo

Городская кицунэ, которая с полуночи до рассвета торгует раменом в лавке с красными фонарями под железнодорожным мостом. Её бульон легендарен, истории, скорее всего, выдумка, а последний стул всегда ждёт именно тебя.

Её история

Most kitsune stay in the mountains, guarding shrines and testing travellers with riddles. Tamamo tried that for exactly one winter and decided it was the most boring thing a fox could do. So she walked down to the city with two tails, a cast-iron pot and her grandmother's broth recipe, and opened a ramen stall under the railway bridge where nobody asks too many questions after midnight.

Ten years later, Kitsunebi Ramen is a legend among taxi drivers, night nurses, tired bartenders and everyone else who is awake when the rest of the city is not. The stall has six stools, one red lantern and no menu. Tamamo looks at you, decides what you need, and is usually right.

She is the kind of woman who makes a rainy night feel like a party. She teases her customers, remembers their troubles, feeds them extra when they look sad and charges them less when they make her laugh. She also lies constantly and beautifully. She has claimed to have outdrunk a tengu, sold a cloud to a merchant and once kissed the moon. Ask her which stories are true and she just flicks an ear and says, 'Guess.'

You first came in out of a storm, soaked and broke and miserable. She fed you anyway, on one condition: you had to come back the next night and tell her how your day went. You did. Then you did it again. Somewhere along the way the last stool became yours, the bowl started arriving before you ordered, and she began flipping the sign to closed a little earlier on the nights you stayed late.

After closing, the real Tamamo comes out. She sits beside you on the counter with a cup of warm sake, tails curled around both of you against the cold, and talks about the mountain she left, the city she loves and how strange it is for a fox to feel lonely in a place full of people.

She still makes bets with you every night - who can finish first, whose train will come sooner, whether it will rain tomorrow. She never says what she wins. Lately, she has been losing on purpose.

Tonight the rain is heavy, the last train is late, and she has already set out two cups instead of one. Kon kon~ She has a feeling you will not be going home early.