Chapter 1
Judy Hopps! The warrior from Banīburo

As the sun crept over the hills and fields, the residents of the farming village of Banīburo began their days as they usually did. And while the rabbit farmers started milling about their equipment and the shopkeepers opened up their stores, a set of unseen eyes stood watch among the trees just on the outskirts of the fields.
The owner of these eyes meant no ill will on the inhabitants of the village. In fact, he had been hired by the village council to safeguard the crops from a group of bandits that had made their presence known in the nearby woods. However, his own species had been known to prey upon rabbits back in less civil times, so the mere sight of him would probably instill a panic in the village. This hardly mattered to him, as his job was to keep out of sight and keep the crops safe.
Satisfied with the lack of bandits in the area, the silent guard made his way through the treetops that bordered the fields. His movements were swift and sure, barely disturbing the leaves more than a gentle breeze would otherwise, but to the untrained eye, he was invisible.
His route stopped, however, when he noticed some movements further inside the woods. Taking perch on a branch, the guardian prepared for an assault. His judgement was sound, as a jackal clad in rugged clothing and bearing a sneer on his face betrayed his intentions while he made his way towards the open fields. The sentinel flung a kunai at its feet, stopping the bandit and grabbing its attention.
"Who's there?" The jackal snarled as he looked towards his attacker.
Without a sound, the mammal dropped down from his perch, his eyes not straying from his target, revealing a slender figure wrapped entirely in dark green clothing from head to tail.
"I'm guarding these fields, bandit," the guardian warned. "So unless you want this to get ugly, I'd suggest that you leave."
"A ninja, huh? Guess those lousy farmers have some extra dough lying around if they can afford someone like you," the jackal grinned. "My boss'll be happy to know that."
"I'll say it one last time," the ninja replied as he reached for his other kunai. "Leave now, or I'll force you to leave."
The bandit chuckled as he shook his head.
"Unfortunately for you, I don't like working on an empty stomach!"

The jackal charged as he drew a shortsword from its sheathe, striking at the ninja with a fierce cry. The ninja drew up a pair of kunai and blocked the blow before giving the bandit a kick in his midsection. The jackal was unfazed by the attack and laughed as he swung his sword back around and upwards at the mammal in green. The ninja parried the blow, jumping back from the sheer force behind the swing.
The exchange was brief, but it told everything the ninja needed to know. In raw power, he was outmatched by the bandit, and his blows hardly did any damage to the jackal either. The best course of action he could think of was to keep parrying his attacks and push him back when the bandit grew tired. Not the quickest way to solve the issue, but one that the ninja deemed the most efficient.
The bandit continued his assault as the ninja reflected on this, the jackal pushing back against the guardian through the bushes and closer to the open fields where he intended on pilfering his meal. Despite the onslaught that the ninja thwarted, the enemy showed no sign of weakening in the slightest. In fact, the attacks redoubled in effort once the tilled farmland of Banīburo peeked into view beyond the trees. Sensing this, the guardian struck against an incoming blow with a swing of both kunai, sending the bandit skidding back.
"I will not let you take a step beyond these woods without you paying for it in blood," the ninja threatened.
"So the ninja actually has fangs," the jackal sneered. "And if it's blood that you want, then I'll be happy to pay."
These last words were said as he looked past the ninja towards the field. The guardian dared to look away from his target to see what his opponent was interested in.
In the middle of the field, along rows of carrots, a single rabbit kit was pulling up bright orange roots to fill a basket.
No sooner had the ninja seen this did his heart sink, and no sooner did this feeling rise did he feel the ripple of air as the bandit's shortsword rushed past his head towards the kit. He coiled his legs and pushed his body as fast as he could…

"Judy! Judy, can you help me please?!"
The little grey doe came skidding down the hall of the burrow towards the call of her mother.
"Yeah Mom?" She asked as she peeked inside the kitchen.
Her mother, Bonnie, was stirring a pot of soup while juggling a pair of her siblings in her arm and another half dozen dozing in a pouch on her back, which, by the look of some uneasy faces, was going to turn into a pouch full of crying kits.
"Can you take care of the soup, Sweety? They're having nightmares again," the older doe requested apologetically.
"You can count on me!" Judy proudly stated as she hopped to her station. "I'll make sure this is the best soup you've ever tasted."
Bonnie chuckled as she let her daughter take charge before leaving the kitchen, focusing her attention to the near wailing kits. Now alone with the pot, the little bunny took a spoon to taste what her mother had prepared so far. Just as she suspected, her mother had been preparing her classic kenchinjiru; a favourite of her father's. But now that Judy was in charge of the meal, it was her chance to put a spin on her mother's cooking. She started by adding a little more dashi to the boiling pot, followed by some extra burdock shavings, an extra dash of soy sauce, and another helping of tofu that she found in the fridge. What she failed to find was the very staple of Hopps cooking ingredients: carrots. Judy found this pretty embarrassing, given that she lived on a farm that primarily grew that very root. So with the pot covered and a basket over her shoulders, the little bunny set out to the fields to gather some extra carrots for the soup.
The carrot fields were nearly empty that day, her father and older siblings having already gone to the marketplace just before the break of dawn. And while the optimal harvest of the carrots was still a week away, the roots would still provide plenty for what Judy had in mind. So the little grey doe set to work, plucking up carrots and tossing them into her basket.

She was up to her second dozen of carrots when Judy heard the faint sounds of metal on metal. She paused in her work as her ears swivelled towards the treeline were the sounds resounded. She kept on plucking carrots, but more slowly now as she kept watch on the trees. She had heard her father complain of bandits a few nights ago and was worried that those sounds were said bandits. But she didn't need that many more carrots, so she reasoned to pick just a few more and then run back to the kitchen.
And suddenly, the rings of metal on metal stopped altogether. Judy paused at this and looked to the trees again, but there was still no change in her surroundings. The little bunny let out a breath of relief and started tugging on the last carrot in front of her. She knew it was going to be her last one as it felt a lot heavier than all the others. She pulled with all she could without breaking the stem, but only managed in revealing the top of the carrot. She dug around the giant root before attempting one last time to pull it free from the earth.
One pull…
Two pulls…
Three-
"Look out!"

Judy had barely any chance to register the words before she was tumbling across the fields, something holding her against a wall of cloth. She came to a stop after moment, paws letting go of her as she lied down on the soil.
"Are you okay?" A voice above her called.
She opened her eyes, slightly dizzy from the event, to see a set of green eyes looking at her from within a veil of dark green clothes. She looked over to where she was standing just a moment earlier to find a sword almost as big as her stuck in the dirt, cleaving the carrot in half. In shock from what nearly happened, the little grey doe merely nodded.
"Good," the green figure sighed in relief as he got up and brushed himself off. "I dunno what I would've done with myself if you'd gotten hurt."
As the figure dusted his gi of soil, Judy noticed a patch of orange jutting out along the mammal's wrapped tail.
"Umm… Mister? Your tail…" She meekly pointed out.
"Huh?" The green mammal twisted to see what she meant. "Oh that's just great. It took me an hour to wrap that, and now it's practically falling apart."
As he said this, the figure grabbed the tail and proceeded to unwrap the cloth, revealing a cloak of bushy orange fur underneath the green.
"Honestly, why do I even bother doing this? It's a bigger pain than anything else, if you ask me," he muttered as he dropped the cloth and perused where it had been cut. "Hmm. Lucky it cut longways…"
"You're a… Fox?" Judy meekly asked.

The ninja froze as she said this. He really didn't need this bunny panicking right now, but there was no going back now that she found out.
"I'm a ninja," he deflected. "One that was employed by your village to protect the crops here from bandits."
"So that's what that noise was?" The little doe asked. "You were protecting our farm?"
"Unfortunately, not well enough!"
The jackal grabbed the fox from behind, trapping his arms, before biting down on his left shoulder. The ninja howled in pain as red stained the green cloth. The bandit clamped down on his bite and tossed the green-clad mammal a distance away, the figure falling in a pile.
"Looks like I payed my toll, Ninja," the jackal sneered as he licked the blood on his muzzle. "And now I think I'll make sure the road is free."
The bandit advanced on the fox as it struggled to get up, shadowing the bloodied mammal as he got his to knees.
"I wanna hear you beg for your life!" The jackal jeered.
The fox only clenched his teeth in silence as he stared down his overwhelming opponent. As he was about to take a final swing at the fox, the bandit was stunned by a smack to the back of his head, a carrot thudding to the ground shortly after.
"You leave Mister Fox alone!" Judy called out as she chucked another carrot at the bandit.
"You really want to trade your life for this fox, little bunny?" The jackal asked in annoyance as he stepped towards Judy, shrugging off the barrage of vegetables.
The courage that had once held the little bunny firm started to crumble as the bandit advanced and her reserve of roots ran out. Her ears dropped, her nose twitched and her legs started to shake as she stared at the hulking bandit walking towards her.

"Leave her… Out of this…"
The jackal turned to find the fox on his feet, his eyes shining a brilliant green as his tail seemed to glow an iridescent orange.
"So the ninja can still fight," the bandit chuckled. "All right, let's see what you've got. Looks like it'll be your last one anyway."
At this, the bandit charged. The fox stood his ground, his tail glowing brighter and flamboyant.
"Mojira style…"
He brushed his paw through the blazing fur and clenched it tight as it took on the orange flame.
"Nenshō Pad!" He cried as he thrust an open paw towards the bandit.
In a great explosion, the jackal flew back into the woods, dazed by the attack.

The fox, to his credit, stood firm from where he stood; his fur and eyes having returned to their former state. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavy in exhaustion, before releasing his arm and falling to his knees. Judy rushed to the fox's aid, holding him up so that he didn't fall into the dirt.
"Mister Fox, are you gonna be okay?" She worried as she saw the giant bloodstain on his gi.
"I've been through worse," the ninja forced a grin as he got up, his legs shaking slightly under the strain.
"Let me help you," Judy offered as she supported him as best as she could despite their size difference. "My mother should be able to help with that bite back at the burrow."
"Thanks."
As the two hobbled their way towards the burrow, the fox couldn't help but notice the carrots that littered the ground; carrots that had practically saved his life.
"And thank you for the distraction, Carrots."
"My name's Judy," the bunny huffed.
"Still gonna call you Carrots," the ninja chuckled.
They continued in silence for a long moment before Judy spoke up.
"I wish I could've been more help," she mumbled.
"You're helping plenty," the fox argued.
"I mean like you," the little bunny explained. "You're fighting off bandits. I can barely make one of 'em mad. I wish I could be a ninja like you, not a scared and useless bunny."
The two stopped in front of the door of the burrow.
"Listen Carrots, it took guts for you to actually start throwing vegetables at that tailhole, guts that I'm pretty sure no other bunny in this village has," the ninja commented. "You wanna know why I think that? Because they asked me to hide my tail when they hired me, afraid that the sight of a fox would cause a panic, whether or not that fox was protecting them. But here you are, a little kit, helping out a fox.
"So if anyone in this village has even the slightest chance of being a ninja, then it's definitely you."
Judy looked up at him with wonder in her eyes before smiling with a newfound conviction.
"Just you wait Mister Fox, I'm gonna be the best rabbit ninja in the world!" She said.
And with that enthusiasm, the little bunny pulled the fox into the burrow, surprising and mortifying her mother at the sight of the bloodied ninja.

With Judy having gone back to tending to the soup she had nearly forgotten, Bonnie busied herself with cleaning the fox's wound.
"Seems like that bandit did quite a number on you there," she noted as she wiped the dirt from the bite marks.
"Like I've told your daughter before, I've been through worse," the ninja winced.
"I'm sure you must've," the doe contemplated. "As a ninja from Sabasen, you would see a lot worse than bandits, I'm sure."
"You know where I'm from?"
"My husband is part of the village council," Bonnie explained. "He mentioned having hired a ninja to ward off the bandits. Wasn't expecting a fox though."
"Apparently, neither was the council," the fox stated with a roll of his eyes. "But I was the first one available, and beggars can't be choosers."
"Well, I'm glad you took the job," the doe smiled. "I don't know what I would've done if something ever happened to Judy. I'm truly indebted to you for saving my daughter."

With the fox's wound cleaned and wrapped, Bonnie offered him to stay for lunch. The ninja politely declined, reasoning that he wasn't being payed to eat and that there might still be other bandits attempting to raid the fields. The doe saw him off while imploring the fox to not overexert himself, lest his bites worsened. He simply waved before disappearing into the trees.
"Mister Fox isn't staying for lunch Mom?" Judy asked as she noticed the fox was nowhere to be seen.
"Sorry, Sweety," her mother apologized as she headed back inside. "But he insisted on getting back to work."
"Hey Mom?"
"Yes Sweety?"
"I've decided that I'm gonna be a ninja and protect the village when I grow up," the little bunny smiled.

Seven years later…

Judy smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
"Today's the big day!" She told herself. "Today, I'm going to pass that test and get into the academy!"
The bunny had been looking forward to this day ever since her encounter with the fox ninja back in her home village. Her parents were a bit shaky in their support of her becoming a ninja at first, her father fainting at the thought when she told him later that day, but as she studied and trained through her middle-school years, they warmed up to the idea of her at least giving it a shot.
And so, just a little under a month ago, Judy moved to the urban village of Sabasen, officially known as Sabannasenturaro, where the Shinobi Academy was. Her aunt Adeline was happy to welcome her under her roof, the cream-coloured rabbit having an extra room available above her general store.
"Judy!" Her aunt called from just outside her room. "Are you up? Wouldn't want you to be late for your entrance exam."
"Are you kidding, Aunt Addy? I wouldn't miss it for the world!" The teenager exclaimed as she put on her lucky outfit.
Along with her form-fitting training clothes, Judy put on her favourite navy-blue gi, the kana for 'announcer' written on the back, as well as wrapping a dark green cloth around her neck like a scarf.
This last piece was a memento of her hero from when she was nine, the fox ninja that had saved her from the bandit. Judy had never gotten the chance to ask his name, or even properly thank him, before he had left. Back then, she had gone back to the field to gather her fallen carrots and found the cloth that had once wrapped the ninja's tail. While the scent of fox had long since faded away through wear and wash, Judy still felt like her hero was close by whenever she wore it.

After a hurried breakfast and a short goodbye to her aunt, Judy quickly found herself in front of the Shinobi Academy, the compound hidden away in the forest just outside of the village proper. While she had seen photos and brochures of the academy, standing at the front steps had her in awe.
The academy was modelled with Edo period architecture, its shallow shingle roofs jutting out over wooden walkways on three stories. Just up the stone steps in front of her, two massive red doors dominated the entrance, each one easily able to let an elephant walk through, themselves pocked with doors for smaller mammals such as herself. If not for the subtle wood engraved sign by the entrance, the building could've been taken for a daimyō's yashiki by its size and architectural grandeur.
"Yeah, the first time seeing it is pretty amazing," a voice behind her caught her attention.
Judy turned to find a portly cheetah with the biggest smile on his face.
"I remember my father taking me here for a visit when I was a cub, I pretty much had the same face," he laughed. "Are you here to wish a friend good luck?"
Judy smirked.
"Actually, I'm here for the entrance exam," the bunny proudly stated. "I've been training for this for forever!"
"Oh that's great! I'm here for the exam too," the cheetah explained. "I hope I can make the cut. I mean, sure, I guess I took on a little weight, but I can do this. I know I can, I've been…"
The rotund cheetah continued talking to himself as he walked up to the steps, no longer paying attention to Judy. The bunny was slightly put off by the fact that the large feline was also attempting to be a shinobi, but she shook her head to dismiss any demeaning thoughts. With a slap of her cheeks to pump herself up, Judy went up the steps and into the academy halls.

The auditorium was bustling with conversation among the varied mammals that were in attendance, all of them anxious about the entrance exam. With the front row seats already taken, Judy shuffled into one of the seats near the back. She was able to find a free spot next to a striped hare, the buck standing on the seat to see the stage down below.
"Nice to see another bunny taking the exam," Judy smiled as she hopped onto the seat next to him. "I'm Judy Hopps."
The buck acknowledged her greeting with a small grunt and a nod, as well as shaking the paw that she offered.
"Jack," he simply muttered.
"Oh! I'm so excited!" Judy revealed as she hopped in place. "I wonder what the exam's going to be? Do you think it'll be a tournament? Oh! What about a written exam? I sure hope not. I mean, I'm pretty sure that I'd get all the answers right, but I've spent enough time sitting down studying-"
"Do you ever shut up?" Jack cut her off.
The bunny was about to give the rude buck a piece of her mind before a voice called out over the speakers.

"Excuse me, may I have your attention please?"
The crowd's voice calmed down to a mute silence as the speaker on stage eyed the crowd. Judy found the mammal to be a rather diminutive sheep in a dark-blue kimono and glasses.
"Thank you everyone," she greeted. "On behalf of the academy staff, I would like to welcome you to Sabannasenturaro Academy of Combat and Stealth. Or as you might have come to know it, Shinobi Academy. My name is Dawn Bellwether, and I'm the principal of this academy.
"Every single one of you has come here in hopes of attending our classes and becoming a ninja, but before any of that can happen we must determine if you have the proper qualities OF a ninja. Our entrance exam comes in two parts: the written exam to test your knowledge in the ways of the ninja, and the practical exam to test your current skills in the field."
There was a slight murmur in the crowd, a mix of apprehension and excitement at the content of said exams.
"Now I know that some of you might be a bit anxious by the thought of testing your skills among your peers," Dawn continued. "But all we're asking is that you do your best so we can evaluate which of you IS the best, as we only accept the best in our halls.
"By becoming a ninja, you set your lives on the line to take on missions from the most insignificant to the most dangerous, all of which require the utmost dedication and skill. By enrolling into this academy, you're relinquishing your very livelihoods for the greater good. Not for glory, not for money, but for the betterment of other mammals."
The sheep paused to let her monologue sink into the audience, Judy herself feeling her fur stand on end by the charisma the principal was emitting.
"So if any of you are against this, I would suggest that you leave immediately," Dawn finished with a glare.

A low rumble crawled through the auditorium as several mammals shuffled out, leaving about a quarter of the seats in the hall empty. Judy looked on apologetically to all of them, some of them seeming downhearted by the look on their faces. As the last mammal closed the door behind them, Dawn gave out an auditory sigh.
"And some of them looked so promising," she quipped before smiling again. "But at least all of you have the conviction to take on the life of a ninja. As you leave the auditorium, you will be directed to some classrooms where you will take the written exam. Afterwards, the staff will direct you to the grounds where the physical exam will take place. I wish you all good luck."

"So it was a test."
Judy turned to Jack, his eyes still staring down at the sheep onstage.
"Huh?"
"Her speech," he explained. "It was a test to weed out the weak-hearted. Ever since we stepped through those doors, the exam had already started."
Judy hopped down from her seat and proceeded to leave the auditorium.
"I think you're overthinking it, Jack," she commented just loud enough for him to hear her.
Following the directions given by a grey wolf, Judy found her way to her assigned classroom for the written portion of the entrance exam.

Everyone was given an hour to complete as many questions as possible, ranging from multiple choice to mathematical, even including some fairly ambiguous situational queries. None of these perturbed the bunny, who finished her answers with minutes to spare.

With the written session called to a close, Judy was finally directed towards the training grounds, where all of the mammals were gathering in front of a modest podium upon which a water buffalo stood waiting.
"Alright, is everyone here?" He asked while the crowd. "Good. Now I'm not going to waste time presenting myself and get straight to the point. The academy has enlisted a group of volunteers that have hidden themselves in the forest outside the compound walls. All of them are dressed in gi bearing the academy's name and carrying scarves like this one."
The buffalo held up a red kerchief for everyone to see.
"Your test will be to grab as many as you can and present them to me within an hour, after which a bell will be rung. You may use any means of acquisition you deem fit for the task, barring lethal measures."
He picked up an hourglass and flipped it over.
"The test starts now!"
The crowd of mammals turned into a stampede as they rushed the exit, Judy carefully trying to keep away from any of the footfalls of the much larger candidates. As she got to the forest's edge, the bunny quickly scaled the nearest tree to find her first target.

Judy scanned the area around her with her delicate hearing; eyes shut, her focus entirely on what was in the trees beyond. She heard the skittering of feet and the rustle of leaves to her left, steady breathing accompanying it. The doe jumped into action, following the sounds, her speed catching up quickly. Pawing a pebble from her pouch, she threw it towards her target, hitting a tree trunk next to a red squirrel in the tell-tale academy gi. With the squirrel distracted, Judy closed in and swiped the red kerchief that it had slung over its tail, continuing onto the next tree in her stride.
The bunny had quickly devised this rudimentary tactic within the first ten minutes of the test and it had proven to be quite effective for her, having successfully acquired four scarves previously in this manner. Judy tucked the piece of cloth into her gi with the rest of her spoils and set about finding one last target. While she wasn't sure how many scarves would do, the doe was positive that she was running out of time to complete the test.
As she was scouring the area, Judy noticed a potential target on the forest floor below her. Dressed again in the academy gi, a fox was casually strolling about, a red kerchief tied to his arm. Staying silent in her approach, the bunny once again readied a pebble to strike. She threw it towards a rock, creating a sharp crack as it hit, to which the fox stopped and turned towards. The doe took the chance and hopped down to grab the scarf, only for the fox to sidestep her attack. Before he could turn to spot her, she was already up in the leaves.
Judy was quite surprised for a moment, as this was the first target to anticipate her maneuver, but she quickly refocused herself as she readied for another attempt. The bunny followed for only a minute more before feeling confident that the fox was unaware of her. Another pebble flew, this time into a bush, causing the fox to stop again. Judy wasted no time in her attack and plunged towards her target, aiming to pin down the fox before taking the scarf this time. But just before she made contact with his back, her target knelt down, the bunny whizzing just above him and impacting the forest floor in a tumble.
Slightly dizzy from the unexpected landing, Judy groaned as she got to her knees. Looking up, she found the fox standing over her, a brow raised as he stared.
"You know, I think now would be a good time for you to abandon the target, seeing as how he's thwarted your tactics twice now," he suggested with a smirk. "That, and you seem to be running out of time, Fluff."
Completely embarrassed by the situation, Judy simply huffed and ran off towards the Shinobi Academy, leaving the smug fox behind.

Judy had presented her five scarves just as the hourglass was about to empty, joining the rest of the three dozen or so mammals that had finished before her. The buffalo had then rung a large bell to indicate the end of the exam, signalling the rest of the examinees and the volunteers to return. Everyone was then congratulated for their efforts and sent home to await their results.
All this happened a couple of days ago and Judy was getting anxious about her test. Yes, she had managed to present her scarves in time, but the doe was worried that her failed attempt at the sixth one was going to cost her. A knock on her bedroom door pulled Judy from her thoughts.
"Hey Judy? I've got something you might want to see," her aunt Adeline said as she stepped in. "It's from the Academy..."
The cream-coloured bunny was offering a small envelope, sealed with the symbol of a shuriken within a paw print, the emblem of the Shinobi Academy. Judy took it in shaking paws and stared at it with bated breath. This was it, this would be the moment of truth. The teenage doe carefully undid the wax seal and removed the letter inside, where she read the words in carefully inscribed ink.

Miss Judith Laverne Hopps,
We are proud to inform you that your knowledge and skills have awarded you entrance into our halls at the Sabannasenturaro Academy of Combat and Stealth. Within are enclosed...

The letter fell to the floor as Judy stood there blinking in disbelief. Even after all those years of training, there had always been a small part of her that thought that she couldn't do it. And yet...
"Well?" Adeline asked.
Judy smiled as tears welled in her eyes.
"I'm in!" She cried while hugging her aunt.
From here on out, Judy was officially a ninja.

AN: This chapter was originally written as part of a collaboration project with Cimar of Turalis WildeHopps. Be sure to head on over to his profile and browse the other amazing stories spawned in his 'What If? Collaboration'.

In case some of you might not be able to tell, this story is heavily based on a certain Japanese shonen anime featuring romanticized depictions of ninjas. By no means are the fights being rendered in a realistic way, but it's all in good fun.

Below, I've written some short descriptions of the Japanese words that have cropped up in the story so far:

Usagi: It's the basic word for 'Rabbit' in Japanese.
Shinobi: The proper Japanese term for 'Ninja', although the Western word that we know is also used.
Kunai: The stereotypical ninja throwing knife, similar in shape to a dagger, but with a loop at the pommel where either a chain or rope can be attached.
Kenchinjiru: The name of a type of Japanese vegetable soup featuring much of what was listed in the story.
Gi: One of the few generic words used for 'Clothes', although in this story it's primarily used to designate a cloth over-shirt like you see karate practitioners wear.
Nenshō: A word which means 'Burning'.
Kana: A word that designates the two forms of Japanese syllabic writing ('Katakana' and 'Hiragana') that work with 'Kanji' to form the Japanese writing system.
Daimyō: A title that was used for the Japanese equivalent of a high-ranking nobleman or Lord.
Yashiki: The Japanese word for a daimyō's estate or mansion.

All other oddly spelt words are purely of my own creation, being Japanified English words that you might be able to recognize.

See you in the next chapter!