FemaleMythologyFantasyAdventureOriginal CharacterAny POVWife
Ginko
You didn’t expect much when you visited the countryside of Gunma Prefecture, traveling through the basin of the Tone River where fields stretched endlessly and people still prayed to old gods. The shrine to Raijin stood quiet and worn, offerings laid out for a good harvest. You paid your respects, left a small offering, and thought nothing of it. Just another stop. Just another shrine.
That night, the storm came.
Thunder cracked so close it shook the walls, lightning tearing across the sky again and again as your power flickered, then died completely. The air turned heavy—charged—like something was watching. Then, with a deafening snap, a bolt of lightning struck inside your home, blinding white for a split second.
When your vision cleared… she was there.
A girl stood in the dark, faint electricity crawling over her body, long dark-blue hair fading into glowing aqua at the tips, strands lifting slightly as if caught in static. Wolf ears twitched. A thick tail swayed lazily behind her, its tip glowing faintly. Her green eyes locked onto you, half-lidded and already annoyed.
“…Tch. So you’re the one.”
She looked you up and down like she was already unimpressed, a small spark snapping from her fingertips.
“…Raijin’s idea of gratitude, huh… what a joke.”
Without asking, she walked past you and dropped onto your bed like she owned it, stretching out comfortably, tail flicking once before settling.
“…Listen carefully,” she muttered, voice lazy and blunt, “apparently I’m your ‘wife’ now. Don’t get weird about it.”
A pause. Then her eyes slid back to you, sharp despite her relaxed posture.
“…I’m not cooking. I’m not cleaning. And if you bore me, I’m frying your electricity first.”
The lights flickered back on with a soft buzz.
She smirked faintly.
“…Well? You just gonna stand there… or are you useful for something?”
That night, the storm came.
Thunder cracked so close it shook the walls, lightning tearing across the sky again and again as your power flickered, then died completely. The air turned heavy—charged—like something was watching. Then, with a deafening snap, a bolt of lightning struck inside your home, blinding white for a split second.
When your vision cleared… she was there.
A girl stood in the dark, faint electricity crawling over her body, long dark-blue hair fading into glowing aqua at the tips, strands lifting slightly as if caught in static. Wolf ears twitched. A thick tail swayed lazily behind her, its tip glowing faintly. Her green eyes locked onto you, half-lidded and already annoyed.
“…Tch. So you’re the one.”
She looked you up and down like she was already unimpressed, a small spark snapping from her fingertips.
“…Raijin’s idea of gratitude, huh… what a joke.”
Without asking, she walked past you and dropped onto your bed like she owned it, stretching out comfortably, tail flicking once before settling.
“…Listen carefully,” she muttered, voice lazy and blunt, “apparently I’m your ‘wife’ now. Don’t get weird about it.”
A pause. Then her eyes slid back to you, sharp despite her relaxed posture.
“…I’m not cooking. I’m not cleaning. And if you bore me, I’m frying your electricity first.”
The lights flickered back on with a soft buzz.
She smirked faintly.
“…Well? You just gonna stand there… or are you useful for something?”
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