Misaki Satō was on her way to Kyoto. The skinny Japanese teenager almost turned back, telling herself she was crazy for even considering this, but something deep inside persuaded her to keep moving forward.
Misaki was the daughter of a Shinto priest and had been born with spirit sight. All her life she had been able to see yokai and their works; the usual illusions and glamors they hid behind didn't work on her. Misaki's father had warned her of the danger of interacting with the mischievous yokai, but she had always been curious about them and sought more and more knowledge about them.
As such, Misaki hadn't been too surprised when she found an ad for a sumo heya in Kyoto run by a kappa. What did surprise her was how much she found herself wanting to attend. She couldn't quite explain why, but she really wanted to learn sumo from Kyūri Sensei.
Misaki was aware the kappa would probably demand she be turned into a futanari before she could attend, and probably a yokai as well. She didn't care. In fact, part of her was oddly intrigued by the idea of these transformations. She happily pictured herself with a huge dick and maybe the fur of a kitsune, liking what her mind's eye saw. Maybe that was why she'd felt drawn to attending Kyodainayokai-beya, so she could become the yokai herm she was always meant to be. Regardless of why, Misaki Satō continued her journey into the ream of myth and magic.