Meanwhile, Taro approaches the figure. He sniffs around the area and picks up a scent he has smelled before. He pretends to bump into the figure and whispers, "Ya can't hide any longer, ya filthy murder."
And soon the mask fell away to reveal a kijo. All the people who were there scattered and ran away. She screeched in anger. "You fool, we could have had a feast."
"Fool?" Taro chuckled. "You obviously don't know who I am. I am Taro Kazuhiro, first born of Empress Akihime, the next Head of Japan." A bright light enveloped Taro, and a beautiful glowing lady showed up next to him. "Welcome, Inari-sama. Hopefully my friends know what to do now."