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Alright, lets see how this goes. I hope you all enjoy.





A briefing dataslate was, Reimu would always think but never voice in front of her old superiors, nine times out of ten just a way for someone who loved the sound of their voice to fill any time they found themselves without a captive audience. They’d invariably be infested with details not pertinent to whatever her task actually was, and even before she'd officially graduated, she'd long assigned one functionary or another to pre-read and summarize them for her, and allow her to spend the time doing something more productive, like rearranging her shelves or shoring up her Regicide skills. Almost invariably the summary document would be little more than a couple of paragraphs, and maybe a five-minute chart of some organizational structure or political situation that the original author had decided needed to be a fifty-minute novella. Brevity was, in many cases, the soul of wit, and finding someone who could happily read a dozen pages of self-important drivel and yet wouldn’t produce her own had personally been one of the crowning achievements of her early inquisitorial career. The woman in question was ever skilled at summarizing important details, and Reimu was yet to find a case where her adjusted text would contain something she didn’t need to know.

So she’d been rather unpleasantly surprised when the slate Kosuzu had handed back to her, with the face of someone who knew full well she may as well have set a ticking time bomb to explode on some other poor functionary, had been only slightly amended, with all six omissions each being described as briefly as possible, like someone attempting to right a sinking watercraft with a teacup. ‘Omitted, two paragraphs, ass-kissing” was the fourth of these footnotes, and Reimu took that as a pause to collect her thoughts, and massage away a bit of her growing headache.

She’d been introduced to the rogue trader who was supplicating her aid during her apprenticeship, and an unfortunate coincidence of who some of her earliest acolyte recommendations were and who her teacher was had caused said rogue trader to assume a kindred spirit, and
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I think you underestimate just how big knights are.

This is likely an armiger (or war dog, because it's chaos?), as those are the only ones mentioned so far and this really was just some shitty noble house.

Even those are bigger than dreads, even if they're less chunky.

Basically, I meant to say they're not just mech suits, they're full-blown mechs and running into one as infantry is very not good.

Anyway, I agree that following the cultists is correct here for reasons already mentioned.

Even if their more serious defenders are this way, continuing this blitz allows up to mop up more of the weaklings and ideally we hit them before they entrench fully.

As for what to ask, I also agree with asking about information prudent to the here and now.

Meiling's physiology is interesting, but it's nothing we can't ask after the operation; and if she dies during it, it probably wasn't that groundbreaking anyway.

Asking about the disease that we're fighting right this moment is far more prudent.

[X] Follow the cultists. Almost certain to be faster. Likely to face a stiffer defense.

{X} “What’s the deal with these Baku, anyways?” This was the second time it had come up, and the talk of them being able to oversee planning had her worried.

Real current worries > Passing fancies

But.

Provided nothing... unsavoury to the inquisition has been done to her to make her so, the idea of requisitioning a tower of muscle capable of leveling walls for the warband has great appeal.
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Just to clarify, because I seem to have caused the wrong impression, the Knight ambush thing is less “under the floorboards with Armiger Ford”, and more “burst out from under the courtyard fountain and broadside the building”. Not that the logic’s necessarily wrong - you’re much more likely to be in Knight- and Armiger/War Dog- friendly tunnels if you go the bedrooms route.
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That is what I meant to imply with people maybe underestimating the size of a knight.

A knight (of most if not all sizes) somehow bursting out from under the floorboards would level the building.

Another reason to not be anywhere but the ground floor (or ideally the basement/tunnels) in a mansion this dilapidated.

Anyway, thank you for clarifying.

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I have been suffering for a while from a disease called, watching too much disgaea and my brain going all tingly when I just happened to see an image of Seija and Renko traveling through hell. Hence this now exists too.





Your head hurts like a motherfucker, and you’ve had extensive experience with exactly the kind of person who warranted the term during your search. (Isami somewhat more so, if her drunken rambles could be at all trusted) so you knew exactly what you were talking about. Or thinking about. Whatever.

You just know it’s not due to alcohol, because you’ve sworn it away the day you saw drunkards fly about in a bar and throw booze and chopsticks around like it’s a normal sight and not something that almost stopped your heart.

The air is strongly scented with something like a cleaner version of a diesel-fueled firebomb, a sort of thin but intense burning scent of rotten eggs like aroma, and the ground on which you’re sprawled on in your typical thrashing prone posture felt warm and soft and moist, sort of like you’ve fallen onto a bucket full of glue on the beach, not that that ever happened to you.

You push yourself up on addled limbs, raising a heavy head, blinking the sleep from your eyes – which is immediately a sign that something is off, because your left arm hadn’t worked in a while, ever since that bitch with the cat claws had torn you up actually. But, well, that could wait, because the rough stony ceiling not a few feet up, combined with the scent of blood coming from the hexagram beneath you, promises nothing good. You move to draw your ‘legally’ obtained taser to no avail, neither do you find your ‘totally not looted’ firearm, instead only finding a flashlight and some minor girl stuff in your handbag alongside some survival items. Still the flasher is hard enough to really send off a blow to someone’s skull if you swing it hard enough so you’ll make do.

Anyway you scan your surroundings again, as expected you’re in some cave, the soil of which is made of a blackish, warm stone? The ground is too smooth and even to be of normal origins. That aside the e
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Nah, they're birdbrains.

We're a highly-trained™ martial artist of about... half a day? (How long ago was Yamame, in-canon?)

Clearly we've got the stealth KOs under wraps.

On a serious note, in the other stealth sections the mobs were pretty... stupid. By design.

To quote writefag:

>I urge you to use your willing suspension of disbelief for it, for if they reacted too realistically then any stealth whatsoever would most likely be impossible.

Now, of course this was in a different situation and the mobs in question were braindead fairies, but it stands to reason to assume the spirit of the statement still stands.

Otherwise a "stealth" mission with this many guards this closely packed would indeed be all but impossible.

Anyway, set movement would've been marked and if they reacted to noises then the full clear wouldn't even be a real option.
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Write fag here.

Sorry for the delay, I'm now checking the legibility of the moves. And yeah the spirit definitely still stands. Expect an update soonish enough. (I've learned not to make promises I'll most likely break. Anyway expect a reward if it works).
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Hey, no worries, take all the time you need/want.

Thanks for the confirmation though, even if my plan (the full clear) doesn't win it's nice to know it could've worked. If I didn't mess a line of sight up somewhere.

Having a plan I took a couple hours to optimise be regarded as some ploy to screw the story felt a little rough.

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The hard, sturdy, and durable nature of clay has proved it to be an effective material of construct, as seen in their usage in potteries, statues, buildings, et cetera. But, part of what makes it so reliable is not limited to just that, it is due to its ability to soften its texture when mixed with water, making it easy to change its shape as one would like.

A dampened clay, like the one I am handling right now, will lose its tough exterior trait, and it will adjust itself to comply with the forces given to it. This one is no exception. When I mixture it with little water, it makes itself easier to change its proportion. Its structure follows as my rough skin - whose texture does not contain the characteristics of plump, living, mammal skin and is relatively similar to coarse dirt - guides it to shape.

With the help of a potter’s wheel, I change the clay mound in front of me to have a broad half-circle shape with its base facing upwards, then I press its lateral sides to shape it into a torso-like piece. After that, the wheel continues to spin as I pick one scraper from my side and use it to trim the base surface, leaving a hole in its medial area while the trimmed part peels into a spiral waste.

After being satisfied with my work, I bring the chest piece to my hold and turn around to the other being in the same room as me. The woman- pardon. The Goddess in my view is busy managing her latest project, a human-sized haniwa using a warrior helmet for its head and a lamellar armor for its torso, though the latter part is not complete yet as it is still in my hands.

I close my distance from my creator, her delicate blue hair flailing in the air as she solely directs her focus to her work. She is the being responsible for my existence, the only divine that is worth my faith, the sculpture goddess that has never committed any war crime throughout her time in Gensokyo.

“Keiki, my Highness.” I bow respectfully as I show the result of my hard work to her. “I’ve finished my part. Take as you like.”

The Goddess turns to face me, wearing her green apron that serves as a protection for her clothes from the dirtiness of the workplace. “Ah, thank you.” She
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this chapter was supposed to have more things happening but it became too big so I cut it in half

you can think of this as a filler chapter yeah (3 months of hiatus just for a filler what loser amirite guys ahahah)
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It's good to have you back! Thanks for the chapter.
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'Mayumi’s hand reaches my back, congratulating me for my act of mercy.'
Hahahaahaha I love pawn

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Episodic Adventure, lots of butchered English. Updates come at a ratio of 1 to 3 days. Not expected to be more than some short fun, in total x episodes have been prewritten. This is the tutorial.


Disclaimer: What you’re about to view are recordings made by a professional. We do not reimburse anyone who follows this advice and ends injured or maimed or suffers any sort of grievous injury from attempting to mimic said professional. Knowledge and the ability to use it are separate things.






In dem Norther Hemies, inside a secret land'o fantasy. Laa creatures that have been bejingled from the dark minds'of you's fellow mengos. These mystic fella folks now in da cutesy pie camp are known as yoo-kay. Dis is da venture of yous fella Hunter as she shows you the wonders 'o all them smegickal fiddlers

The scene shifts to show such a creature in it’s natural habitat. The bamboo forest with its green allures and mysterious aura all apparent to the viewer. Finally it zooms into a creature that most of the outside would know…that of an Night bird stealthily stalking its prey. An unaware and probably soon to be eaten rabbit. She seems ready to pounce at it from any moment.

Narrator: Yoo-kay's also known as Mythical Beast Maidens or Lil Cute Murder Girlies. Dam names be strong describers of what cucumbers in's dem pant pockets: Dem be creatures that do not exist no more or have been forgotten like yo''s old ma grocery orders. Though many 'o em be known as ferocious man-enjoyers. Dem Mystic Missies can have a softer angle to em.

Finally the camera zooms out and as it turns out, the Bird is being stalked as well. By a human wearing a mobile bush around their torso and a nice brown hat as the only signal that it’s her, the bird has somehow not noticed them.


Hey, son! Bet you's didn’t see me there. Wanna know why? Cause Aye’m Maxsy Hunter! Professional Yoo-kay Hunter and extra-supper at it. Right now Aye’m hunting one of em Sparrow type of missies.
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Assert animal dominance through strength.

That's the Strayan way.

'Cept when it's Emus. Bloody bogans.

[X] Never give up, have a go, you mug! You’se faced strongah foes before and besides dem rod’s super expensive. Are you not of straylan blood? Ain’t ya known for PASSION and ENTHUSIASM?
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A proper straylan would never ler up in a test of sterngth.

[X] Never give up, have a go, you mug! You’se faced strongah foes before and besides dem rod’s super expensive. Are you not of straylan blood? Ain’t ya known for PASSION and ENTHUSIASM?
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[X] Let her pull you out, there’s plenty of legendary folks that get pulled out em lakes and give rewards, right? Just pull off an impression like that and voila, conversation becomes possible.

I get wanting the struggle, but why try and force the dog to come to you, when you can come to the dog?

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The sky is changing.

Note: Don't be afraid of letting me know what you think. I like compliments, I like criticisms.

Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
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Late as hell, but

[X] Beg for an extension

Feels the cleanest to me. May as well stick to his guns and give her a proper reason why he hasn't taken things forward yet (well, "forward-er"), despite his very clear attraction.

Alternatively, idk, is contraception magic a thing?
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You can teleport fetus outside.
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I'm still alive but some explanations. Update not "soon", but hopefully like... sometime in March, hopefully.

1. Someone tried to break into my home, which could've been a burglar, murderer, or just a drunk, but at any rate that sure didn't sit well with me. It's been on my mind for a while!
2. Because of 1 I'm using friends' homes as shelter, since I got all valuables out of my place.
3. Had a long vacation over all of January to hopefully destress
4. Returned home after the vacation extremely sick. I'm still sick! Right on.
5. I'm likely going to be moving mid-February
6. My job takes a lot of my eye power away

Bleh.
I hope to start feeling less pressure after moving and then hopefully, when I finally feel relaxed again, I can write more of this story.

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I decided to have fun and do a self-contained little something. Very likely with daily updates. And yes, as you might expect from the title, this story draws from other things. No, you needn’t have read it to know what’s going on nor in order to participate. Things should either be self-explanatory or anything that’s essential to know will get quality™ exposition to fill the reader in. The idea, as always, is to cut loose and enjoy the energetic spirit of things.

I’d appreciate comments in general, particularly when voting, as they help keep me fueled for the quick pace of things. I’ll be forthright and say that I may pick outcomes not only based on number of votes but if anything was said too. And even if a vote doesn’t win, I’ll try to work in stuff from reader comments if it makes sense to include. Not to mention that, in case of a tie, I may go with whatever reasoning in the comments that seems the most fun. So don’t be shy and say whatever comes to mind! Feel free to reply to your peers. The idea is to encourage engagement instead of just going through the motions. Anti-democratic, I know, but whenever you get around to writing a silly story with fast updates, you’ll get up to make up the rules.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the ride.
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>>69293
Shid. Well, can't be helped. Hope you find your strength, however long that takes. I'm looking forward to seeing more.
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Take care.
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I have nothing but THIS LAKE, and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.

[x] Share the moment with Marisa

I mean like...she's here. She's available. Might as well bond with her a bit. Besides, Marisa gives off such powerful friend vibes that there's no way anyone would ever fall in love with her, so might as well milk this moment for all it's worth.

>>69258

If it is the Prismriver mansion, then hopefully Anon will make the right choice this time...

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The sun gives a blinding welcome as you emerge from the train car, landing onto beaten boards of the platform with a thump. A good stretch and a few paces shakes off most of the stiffness from hours of uncomfortable sitting.

Framed by reddish foothills, the town sprawls out before you. It has the chaotic arrangement typical of a gold-seeking surge and the usual decay after the rocks had been picked clean. Painted, worn facades define the uneven contours of the main street. Overlooking this central axis is a prominent peak-roofed building that you’d guess would be the town hall, but even this monument reveals fading colors and lost shingles. Further away from the center, the structures dwindle, houses giving way to shacks, giving way to boulders and sand. A narrow stream glimmers its way between the mountains, through the town, vanishing under a bridge supporting the tracks. Spindly trees and mats of grasses huddle by the precious water and you can imagine the find it was for the first arrivals in the area. Hanging off the station is the name of your destination: Sage Springs.

All in all, you must admit the view was nicer through dust-coated windows.

A wagon-scarred road parallel to the raised railway separates you and the station from the main body of town. It joins the main street almost perpendicularly, forming a bent “T” shape. The handful of passengers who had also gotten off are already dispersing across it, leaving you alone on the platform.

The train’s bells and impatient whistling slice through the air and you give the machine more space. Turning your head to follow the departure, a few bored faces can be spied through open windows and underneath, cast iron wheels turn as mechanical might heaves against its own weight. The gust from the rolling mass ruffles your clothes and forces you to intercept your hat before it can take flight, but it also feels pleasant against the late morning heat.

The train slides away to continue its eastward journey, leaving behind a backdrop of pasty dryland and scraggly bushes. The flatter land allows the valley’s mountains to circuit the horizon unimpeded. The train leaving also means
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Hard agree with the other two anons' take on cuneiform's characterisation.
It's just pleasant to see people get incorporated into a setting like this so smoothly.

>>69286
>I think so too, if not for the same reason.

Yeah, anon me knows there's a catch here; but Cirno just believes she's the strongest, therefore she, in her head, would just pass any test.

I don't think the merc they were talking about is Marisa.
The way the two mooks were talking made it sound like they were talking about somebody who was absent.
It'd be kinda weird, considering Marisa was just standing right there.

>A single braid of golden hair flashes as she passes the light above the door and exits in the same direction as the grunts.

This sounds more like a certain somebody is about to either scout out or bag a lot of bounties.

Always love me some Clownpiece, though, so I'll be looking forward to that.

As for the other merc:
Honestly, when he said rich kid the first thing that came to mind was Remilia.
Obviously that doesn't make sense, but she's where all the money is.
Instead, could it maybe be Flandre?
She would ostensibly be rich and have the power to single-handedly pull off a robbing a train carrying the bank's gold, which would likely have very high security.
She would also fit the characterisation of looking like a kid, but that's a bit weaker reasoning as it could've just been a turn of phrase.
Maybe it's a way for her to lash out at her sister? Remilia is a banking tycoon, after all.
Anyway, no other immediate candidates spring to mind, but I'm sure there's others if I think it over some more.
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>Flandre
The wealth and the power do line up, though she was mentioned in a different situation earlier in the story:

>>68837, in Remilia's news article about the purchase of Whiterock Mountain:
>Now of course, money doesn’t enforce itself, but I was thinking that my dear little sister needed some practice running a little estate of her own. She’s a bit of a homebody, but we’ll drag her out within a few months or so-
Based on this description, it would seem odd for Flandre to be working as a mercenary in a location pretty far away from the mountain.
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>>69289
Ah, yeah, I'd forgotten about that.
Thanks for pointing it out, it makes that far less likely; but it doesn't outright confirm that that's where she is, either.
That newspaper is, what, 2 days old by now?
Hm, who else could it be...
Tenshi?
The eldest daughter of an important celestial with a delinquent streak in original canon. Sort of ticks being a rich kid, I guess.
Obviously we don't have any indication of her financial status in this setting; but running with a gang simply because it sounds fun sounds like something she'd do.

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“Let me see your hand for a second.”

“Sure,” says Momiji, obediently raising her hand up. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, you grab it. Momiji patiently awaits your next move, but you merely lower your head in embarrassment and interlock your fingers with hers.

“Gallagher,” Momiji says, a hitch of curbed delight in her voice. “Did you... did you want to hold hands?”

“I just thought that this was the most appropriate course of action to show you how I feel. And I didn’t want to leave any room for doubt. Obviously, if I had to say anything, knowing me, I’d just stumble over my words for five minutes straight because I’m no particular expert on articulating my emotions.”

“And you say that you aren’t affectionate?”

“I’m not.”

“Then?”

Then a lot of things. Many different things, though you’re unable to piece together the proper words for it. But screw proper, you have just enough to tell her what you mean. “You’re important to me. A whole lot.”

“Well.” Momiji lifts your hand up with hers and, with a gentle touch, she brings it to her cheek. The wolf prompts you to caress her—a request you easily comply with. She breathes out a contented sigh as you stroke her cheek. “If, for some odd reason you didn’t already know, you’re very important to me too.”

“Miji?”

“Hmm?”

“We should go.”

“Yeah. We should.”

So you do, and so she does. The walk to the apartment takes about twice as long as it usually does, but you sure as hell don’t mind. It’s spring, and it’s the nasty kind of spring, but here you are, ambling along the streets hand-in-hand with a wolf tengu, wearing the stupidest fucking grin you could possibly make.

She squeezes your hand, does a little bashful smile, and all of a sudden, you’re about half a measure from kissing the dumb girl. But you restrain yourself. Just barely, but you do.
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One of the big features of yooks were their enhanced physical strength.
Given that Miji hasn't complained about being so much weaker than normal, and the fact that she bodied someone twice her size without effort at the start of the story, I feel like the implication is that she's still very superhuman, and if not at her Gensokyo prime, then close enough that its a moot point against an uppity mortal gangbanger
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Chase her cook
You got to support her and take the bullet so we get the "nursed back to health" arc in 20 years
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>>69235
>she's still very superhuman
>uppity mortal gangbanger
Let's just hope the Outside World in the Moralverse doesn't operate on depressing doujin logic.

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Filth as far as my eyes can see. The smell of booze and smoke is etched into wooden frames. Roaring laughter and heated arguments mixed and mingled at the card table. Poor thing probably withstand more beatings than all of us here combined. Under that distracting noise were the hush whispers of plots and schemes. Hands being shaken under the tables, no doubt those same hands swing at each other when said deals go wrong. In that bar of debauchery, is I, a nameless amanjakou trying to make my very first spellcard. I hadn’t even taken a sip from the glass, I saw nothing worth taking from it. A perfect place to make something beautiful and I mean that wholeheartedly. It’s a shame though that the card is still blank white…

Such is the issue when I can see, hear, and speak no good. As I imagine something beautiful, a warm feeling spread around my eyes. My ears flush red as I hear someone give a compliment to the bartender. My cheek burns as I remain silent. Considering where the bar is under, it’s not surprising that some of the yokai here are so nice. Still ugly though and worst, they’re distracting! I reach inside my coat to touch the ‘lure’. Caressing it, I manage to calm down, a toothy grin grows on my face. These guys are in for a surprise and oh I can’t wait!

If only I had enough time though… Focusing on the spellcard, a shape begins to form, something beautiful. Alas, I lose focus from the heat on my face. I grab the shot glass and down the whole thing, maybe if I get myself drunk I can focus…

I shout at the bear yokai, “Hey, Bartender! Another round!” A firm hand grabs my shoulder.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A spear hits the wooden floor. It echoes through the bar, cutting arguments short and turning laughter into mere whimpers. Those chugging choke on the alcohol content. Anyone smoking snuffs their pipes and sets them out of sight. The majority of the customers look away as if that’ll keep them anonymous.

Now silent, Tomamarou Shou speaks, “Water for everyone please.” She asks her tone even.

With a slumped shoulder, the bear walks into the back to retrieve some jugs. Avoiding to see her face, I look down and see the mouse Yoka
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‘Remember to wrap the kimono right side over left; you have a new life now.’ I repeat to myself as I dress up.

‘See no love! Hear no love! Speak no love!’ I clap my hand against my face, ‘You got this!’

Using my tombstone as leverage, I pull myself up and brush the dirt off my pink floral kimono. Okay, time to go back home! Love must be so worried about me! I stopped before I took a single step. Darn, this is tough. I lay back down to rethink my strategy. Ughh… I’m a great-grandmother in her 70’s, not a young maiden going to the festival for the first time! I do have to admit though, that it feels wonderful to feel young again. I can jump again! How long has it been since I’ve done that!? Love will be so surprised when he sees- I flip myself over to eat the dirt.

Not thinking sounds nice right now. There was the sound of footsteps in the distance, but I paid no attention. I simply wish for the dirt to claim my soul. The footsteps came closer until they stopped near me. I can feel a shoe poking at my ribs, checking to see if I was alive I assume. The mysterious person stops their prodding and crouches down judging from the sound of dirt moving. Without any prompting, they flipped me over like I was a rolled-up carpet! Our eyes lock at each other, she seems surprised at first but quickly turns to amusement.

“Don’t mind me dear~” She says as she rifles my sleeves. “I’m relieving you of your earthly belongings~”

I sigh, “I didn’t know times were this tough for people to resort to robbing the dead.” She stops to look at me with a blank face.

“You can sell my kimono if you wish, stranger, but I’m not sure who would buy it nor how much it could go for.” I continue.

The blue grave robber didn’t seem to be impressed by the donation and stood back up. Now that I get a better look at her, the first thought that comes to my mind is blue. Her hair is blue, her dress is blue and so is her eyes! I’m a little disappointed that her socks or shoes weren’t blue. The white vest does go well with the black shoes.
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I walk back to my home as Hijiri Byakuren follows me. It's an odd feeling seeing a human you first met a couple of centuries ago. Our first meeting outside of Gensokyo wasn’t pretty and nor was it pretty here too.

“Tell me, Yasha.” She says, seeming determined to understand my simple mind. “What drove you to attack that human?”

“It’s been a while since I last saw one,” I shrug, “I wanted to see if killing felt any different now.”

Hijiri remains silent, probably thinking what I’m thinking and who could blame her? Even I don’t know what to do with myself and she’s the one that caused it. My nose flares; things were so simple back then, makes me wish there was a way to go back.

“Hey, Monk,” I call out, “Shouldn’t you be dead now or what?”

“If I was still human, yes I wouldn’t be here.” She says.

If she was still human? I stopped to look at her, and despite being three heads taller than her, she didn’t back down. The way she’s looking at me is different, I can still remember how shifty they were back then. Now though? I’m close to blowing a casket on this thing, She doesn’t look ashamed, but at the same time, she knew what she did. If she had the chance to turn back the time, she would have refused it.

“You mean to tell me, it wasn’t a human saving one another, but a yokai!?” My teeth grind against each other.

“You are correct,” She takes a step forward, “I’m striving for co-existence between man and yokai.”

“And what about the other time?!” There’s no way this is the same person right? Was a yokai the true reason I ended up by my lonesome? “You’ve been using some kind of dark magic this entire time?”

Oh, I don’t like the look on her face. Confusion is written all over it!

She finally looks away, “I’m sorry, but if we met before I’m afraid I don’t remember.” She says.

That’s it! I closed the distance to grab her head, but at that moment she became a blur. History repeats itself, and I’m the fool that helped prove it. Like before, she dodges my grab and counters by grabbing my arm. Her muscles grew bi
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A long journey with a tsukumogami on your back... [heavy breathing]

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Dear Reader.

If your reading this, then...let's just say you're not in the place you call home anymore.
I can't say too much, but let's just say that I'm an interested party wanting to help.
I wanted to write this message to help you in this little prediciment.
I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Don't worry. I actually arrived in this land a while back, so while I like to think my
knowledge about it is pretty limited, I'll try to explain how things are around here to the best of my ability. Okay?

Alright, I think the biggest question you have on your mind right now is "Where the heck am I?!"
Well my hypothethical reader, I'm glad you asked.
This is Gensokyo, the Land of Illusions. It's a mystical land where humans co-exist with creatures from Japanese Folklore
known as "Youkai". It also home to gods, and other creatures from myths and legends.
Think of it as kind of like a nature reserve for these magical and mythical creatures, located somewhere in Japan.
Of course actually getting into Gensokyo isn't just some walk in the park.
You see, Gensokyo is actually protected by a barrier called the Great Hakurei Barrier. It's what hides Gensokyo away from what
the folks around here call the "Outside World". I don't know which part of the world you come from (hopefully you can
understand this message to begin with), but to give you an idea, your homeland would techincally be apart of this hypothetical
"Outside World". Anyways it allows youkai to survive even when people from the outside don't believe in them anymore.
Don't question that, please. That is WHOLE 'nother can of worms.

Okay, so concerning you...let's just say you should probably find somewhere to stay before nightfall.
I mean, hopefully, you're not actually reading this in the middle of the night, In middle of freaking-who-knows-which-part-
of-Gensokyo. And if you are...well just keep your chin up. Just try not to let any youkai find you at night.
Let's just say humans need to be wary of these beast. Especially humans who ca
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Dear Reader,

Hey! You made it to the Hakurei Shrine. I knew you could do it.

It may just look like a small run down Shinto shrine, but believe it or not, the Hakurei Shrine existed long before Gensokyo was sealed, which was sometime in 1885. The Hakurei Shrine Maidens lived in this place for many centuries, including the current shrine maiden; Reimu Hakurei.

It's her job to protect to protect and maintain the Great Hakurei Barrier, as well as exterminate any youkai who threaten Gensokyo's peace.

Reimu is also the one who developed the "Spell Card System". From what I hear, it was made to give even relatively weak humans and youkai a chance to win, defend themselves and even potentially defeat the Hakurei Shrine Maiden. This means no one should die or even get gravely injured during a fight (Keyword "should").

Spell Card Battles also put an emphasis on beauty (or "flashiness" as I would put it). It's kind of hard for me to explain, you'd have to see one for yourself to get an idea of what I mean. The best way I'd describe one is that It's like watching one of those shoot 'em up games in real life. Except prettier. And with girls. And potentially more dangerous.

Honestly, seeing it in action a few times myself, I think would make a pretty sweet video game or something. Heh. Imagine that.

Anyways, enough of that. Back to Reimu herself, she's a very talented individual as I'm sure you can see, but she's also pretty lazy. Most people also say she's a bit grumpy. Possibly due to these reason, along with the fact most youkai she "exterminates" tend to end up hanging around the shrine, Reimu doesn't get many visitors, and as a result, not many donations. I mean, it's not like she's too poor to live, but at the same time she's not the most...financially stable girl in Gensokyo.

Despite all of her faults though, I think Reimu still does have some sense of duty. I mean, she must if she's still willing to go
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That was a good read! Thanks, author, I really liked it!
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Thank you! I was a bit worried as I feel like there was plenty in the story I probably could’ve handled better, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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