>its year 1972, alternate history
>you are in the monster world and the world war has kicked off
>you are a strategist (not that kind of) fighting commies in Zipangu
>the foxes have converted their shrines into military bases, kami be damned
>your division has the assignment of taking out one such shrine
>the gods have long since said "fuck off" and left and the shrine is only guarded by a bunch of fanatically zealous reds fighting for their daily rations from the state (and a utopia where every man is equally distributed between the mamono)
>you are being kept at the safe distance while your grunts do all the fucking work
>from what you know, your troops are winning this war
>you hear rustling behind you
>turn around, there's nothing
>maybe, it's a critter
>you continue observing the battle when your sixth sense tells you to dodge it RIGHT NOW
>you drop and roll and someone lands right where you were a fraction of second ago
>a masked girl with a spaded tail is giving you a cold stare
>you recognize that one, it's what they call a kunoichi
>she doesn't do anything, just staring at you
>you understand though, one move and she'll wrap you up like a christmas present
>you don't mind a hot assassin waifu but, you'd rather not live in the communist zipangu
>if you don't know what it means it's like regular pre-war japan, only with food rations, mandatory loyalty demonstrations and all the commie crap
>a stray bullet whizzing past her, making her flinch and distracting her from you for a while
>you use that moment to pull out your .45 Auto and fill her with slugs before she can do anything
>she's standing on all fours moaning, mana oozing from where you shot her
>you can wrap her right up and carry her back to the camp as captive, but god damn she's hot
>after a few minutes of deliberation, you pull out your "medicinal stick"
>eh, why not, Zipanguese soldiers would do the same to you should they capture you
>by the time your troops are done with the capture, you've used that kunoichi in every single hole
>congrats, you've got a trophy wife
>and, a loyal infiltrator who'll come in handy someday