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This thread will contain supplementary scenes and stories to the main Redo/Reimu story. Not from the main character's perspective, but from others. These are not CYOA; merely a response to the events of the CYOA itself.

This and the next two shorts will be epilogues to Reimu's arc, and they'll be attached as extra chapters to Reimu's arc on Ao3. Let's start by getting a peek at a certain other jidiao's mental state, shall we?

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Yachie watched closely, as her daughter drifted off to a much-needed sleep. Reimu’s face was marked with darkening bruises; she’d already made sure their home had some hearty painkillers. Once her daughter had completely left this world for the realm of the baku, she carefully extricated herself, and got up out of the bed.

She kept quiet as she left the room - probably unnecessary considering the girl’s exhaustion, but it never hurt to be cautious. Except when being cautious was what everyone expected and then your daughter got chased across the city and nearly killed by that fucking goat- Yachie caught herself before she slammed the bedroom door, instead closing it gently.

Today was a day she never wanted to experience. Never again. The feeling of coming upon the crash site, of realising Reimu wasn’t there. Of realising that she’d failed her. The facts burned in her throat, and using the flame to roast that fucking goat had been strong but only fleeting relief.

Slowly, she stepped down to one of their meeting chambers. “Is Miss Ichi here as she promised to be?” The otter nodded, stiffly. “...Send her in, then. And everyone else leave the room. Go join the festivities if you want.” They scurried away to do as they were bid.

Yachie did her best to compose herself as she waited for Ichi to enter. Her clothes were still a mess, and she hadn’t had time to put any makeup on, but… that was fine. Doing something else would just tell Ichi that she was nervous, and whatever this woman wanted, that would be a bad thing.

Ichi strode in quietly. She was a strange one, even by the animal realm’s very low standards - garbed entirely in a heavy red robe to obscure her features, yet cheerfully describing said robe as ‘ominous prophecy chic’, as if it was a fashion statement. Most of the time she was bombastic and dramatic, and she’d half expected to have to shoosh her for fear of waking up Reimu. However, she was surprisingly quiet - clearly either valuing Reimu's rest, or perhaps the feeling of having an intact throat. “Lady Yachie… She’s safe, right?”

Yachie nodded stiffly. “Yes. Reimu is fine.” She strongly debated adding ‘no thanks to you’, but held back. After all, it was no thanks to her either. “...Your prediction was correct. She awoke to her other heritage.”

Ichi breathed a sigh of relief. “And the old man, he’s safe too?” Another nod. “...Good. She’s done well, then.” Ichi smiled, pulling up a chair to sit.

Yachie folded her arms. “I wouldn’t expect some kind of fortune-teller to ask if things worked out well. Wouldn’t you know it yourself? Or were you involved in these schemes?” She puffed a small bit of smoke through her nose.

“Neither!” Ichi shrugged. “I just don’t like spoiling myself. There’s no fun if you know everything, you know.” Yachie scoffed, sitting down opposite the strange woman. While she was inclined to agree, her daughter’s safety was not a matter where her personal fun should factor into it.

“But with that said… your daughter’s a time-travelling miko from the future. Gotta be a shock, isn’t it?” Yachie had long been expecting the question, and let it fall into the void of her controlled expression without a rise. “You’re not going to turn her away, are you?”

The matriarch rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s my daughter. I don’t care what her past lives were, she’s mine.” She flicked her tail. Frankly, while the time-travel aspect had been filed away for later… processing, her daughter being a human in a past life made no small amount of sense, considering her personality and likes. And how much she differed from her mother, in certain ways.

Though she’d never tell her daughter, the idea that she’d somehow taken Reimu from another mother… also bothered Yachie very little. Her time as the Kiketsu Matriarch had long hardened her heart to the tragedy of others… and it was somewhat expected, really, considering how she was born. She was also confident Reimu had a better life here than she would have as some destitute human miko’s daughter. …Except for the part where the other gangs were trying to kill her. …Damnit.

…Shit, if Keiki hadn’t filled in the blanks, she would do so shortly. Another problem to deal with later.

Yachie sighed, rubbing her forehead. “But… I may very well have to send her to the miko for training. And she’d be… at a safer distance there, anyways.” Safer from the gangs. Safer from her mother’s stupid decisions.

Ichi smiled, gently. “I’m sure once the heat dies down, and she’s a bit stronger, she won’t need you to defend her.” The woman leant back, grinning. “And… if she saved the old man, then everything is progressing as I hoped it would.”

Yachie looked the woman over, slowly. “...Are you being… fully honest with me? If your plan works as intended… my daughter will come back home, when all this is over?” She was tired. She couldn’t hide the hopeful note in her voice.

The red-robed woman straightened up. “Believe me, Lady Yachie. With Konpaku Youki alive, the first piece is already in place. And if the dice fall where they should, then…” She snapped her fingers. “Kicchou Reimu will leave her miko past far, far behind.”

Epilogue: Yachie Complete
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I dunno if it's okay to reply to this thread so please let me know if it's not, but...
>The red-robed woman straightened up. “Believe me, Lady Yachie. With Konpaku Youki alive, the first piece is already in place. And if the dice fall where they should, then…” She snapped her fingers. “Kicchou Reimu will leave her miko past far, far behind.”

I'm not letting this scare me into overcorrecting by making human-only choices next time we roll around to Reimu. I'm gonna stay on target.
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huh, is that Yumemi I see? Though if that is the case why would a time-travelling magic scientist want Reimu not to be a Miko anymore? or hm... could be less malevolent that I am assuming and it could be taken as she will live a long life and thus leave her previous life further and further behind...
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I mean, original Reimu was never going to be a miko forever. Even with the spell card rules lowering the odds of her just getting merc’d in the line of duty, she’d still reach a point where she’d be too old to really keep up. At which point she’d pass on the torch like every Hakurei has before her. Being a youkai just gives her more time to find/have and train her.
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Wait. If Reimu gives up her shrine maiden status, will she have to give up her divine power as well? I doubt that Hakurei god is willing to provide her with abilities if she abandons her role.
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I mean, her giving up her past would be a good thing. In fact all of them giving up their pasts as humans would be a good thing. They came to deal with the issues at hand as yokai born and raised as yokai, not as humans born and raised as humans.
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I personally see it as this; they where basically reincarnated in the past to deal with a specific issue, however once that issue is dealt with then there really isn't an obligation to be the person they where before or uphold the same duties as before. They are fundamentally different from who they where before, not just that they are yokai mind you, and I do not see them going back to how everything was before they got reincarnated as yokai, their personality might be similar to how they where before however they are still different people.
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what being isekai'd into an adjacent QPU and having no moral code does to a mf
they're still the same characters, just in a different set of circumstances, that isn't gonna change
also don't ignore central themes of the setting
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Yuuma, slowly, hesitantly, lifted the cup to her lips. She braced herself, resolved to just get it over with, and downed the contents in one gulp. Every inch and piece of her throat screamed in agony, but she kept forcing it down, resisting the urge to try and spit it up. When she’d finally finished, she leaned forward, gasping with exhaustion.

Next time she met Yachie, she’d make soup out of her. She sat the cup down, reaching for the small whiteboard at the top of a pile of the same.

Go away.

The eagles around her nodded, nervously flapping away. They were timid, irritably so, and had been since Yachie’s kiss of death. Yuuma’s mood in the aftermath was not helping, but their cowardice only irritated her further, creating a death-spiral that Yuuma just didn’t have the energy to try and fix.

The otters had peeled her off the concrete, stuck her in a rickety wheelbarrow from the park they’d claimed from her, and put as much ceremony as possible in what amounted to a small, impromptu parade, bringing her up to the bridge where she’d first intercepted them before having great fun watching the wheelbarrow tumble into the canals. These were largely not the otters they’d been fighting all day, but fresh, bright-eyed recruits from other fronts, and the beleaguered eagles of the canal territory did little more than watch.

She could have just let her body be destroyed, but whatever damage the swordsman had done to her, it was having a lingering effect. She could still feel it was suppressing her ability to devour anything. While her external body had healed to the point she could fight again, if she was destroyed without her ability to devour, she might take a long, long time to reform. And Gouyoku morale was already in the pits with her just incapacitated; she had no choice but to deal with the indignities and keep her carcass running until her power came back. She’d never expected that she’d ever hate the idea of eating - not eating something generally considered gross, just eating in general - but Yachie’s blight still loomed through her, and made it a torturous experience. She’d still cough up charcoal from time to time.

Angrily, she threw the whiteboard away, making a dent in the far wall. All of the damn eagles were useless - fucking useless.

…Except for the one that brought in a stack of whiteboards. He was smart. He was destined for great things.

Yuuma sighed, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling lights. She could hear the panicked voices of the eagles downstairs, and she just couldn’t be bothered to help, even though she knew whatever situation was unfolding was likely dire. This area was getting hemmed in, more and more too. The Keiga had been getting more and more aggressive, the Otters were eager for blood still, and with Yuuma incapacitated, other, smaller families had decided this was their chance to act, or that Gouyoku was no longer a good alliance to be in. She needed to heal up, and soon, or else-

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Or else someone would find her. A black silhouette filled the room, with hair as dark as midnight. Yuuma groaned, knowing full well what was about to happen.

The leader of the Keiga family strode in, oozing smugness as only one who wore a cowboy hat could. “My, my, my. It’s really true?” The woman put her ridiculous boot up on Yuuma’s bed. “The undefeatable matriarch laid low. I never expected to see the big bad Yuuma hooked up to an IV drip!”

Yuuma flicked her a rude gesture, which Keiga scoffed at. “Come on, Yuuma. No sassy comebacks?” Saki Kurokoma grinned, clapping her hand on a broken leg and drawing out a gasp from the taotie. “Come on, cat got your tongue?”

Yuuma grabbed one of the whiteboards and began to scrawl out an angry response.


Saki looked at the board. Then at the stack of other boards. Then at the boards on the floor. Then back at Yuuma. Then the board lodged in the far wall. She could practically hear the gears turning in Saki’s head.

It started as a low chuckle. Then, it gained depth and throatiness, starting to fill the room. Before long, the pegasus was howling with laughter, at a level that threatened to level the building.

“I-you-thehahahaha! You can’t speak?! Oh man, that is hilarious!” She guffawed. “The sheep who got roasted so badly she can’t even bleat! Man, that is great.”

Yuuuma groaned, which broke into a cough. It was bad, but of all the people who could’ve found her, Saki was probably the best worst-case scenario. She loved a good fight too much to take Yuuma out, and she was probably here for something else entirely. Which meant at the very least Toutetsu would avoid taking a battering. Or at least an intentional battering - she already knew Saki’s bedside manner would leave her in a worse state than before she entered. Here 2 hear what did this?

“Yes, yes I am.” Saki beamed, grinning mischievously. “You’ll be cooperative, won’t you, Yuuma-chan?” Yuuma shuddered, her skin crawling.

Yama sent swordsman He cut me open. Yuuma paused. The throat’s Yachie The rest was ankle-biter. Saki leaned forward, mouthing out the words as she read.

“...Ankle-biter? Is that the miko I’ve been hearing about?” Yuuma nodded, prompting a tilt of Kurokoma’s head. “Did she come from the Yama too, or someone else?”

Yachie’s secret = ankle-biter. Kurokoma stared at the whiteboard. For several seconds longer than Yuuma expected, sounding it out several times. She leaned in closer to the board, supporting her weight right on one of the Taotie’s bruises. Through the pain, Yuuma wondered if adding an equals sign was a mistake and now Kurokoma was trying to calculate it. If she was, there was only so long before the pegasus overheated.

“Yachie’s… ankle-biter?” Kurokoma half muttered the question. When her face crested the board, it was pale, and sweating. “A-are… are you telling me… the miko is Yachie’s daughter?!”

And there was the burnout. Yuuma bounced the whiteboard off of Kurokoma’s head, only succeeding in getting a ricochet straight into her chest. Coughing, she pointed at the bandages around her bitten ankle, and Kurokoma examined it. “Ohhhhhhh! You meant literally. Ohhhhh thank the prince. Gave me a shock there, you know.” Another whiteboard bounced off her skull, and was even less effective than the first.

No way Yachies kid shes way too young. The last time a male jidiao had been seen anywhere in the Animal Realm had been hundreds of years ago, and by all accounts his and Yachie’s interactions had been more like a territory dispute than anything approaching procreation. …Really, there were very, very few dragons of any sort (hopefully one less soon if Yuuma had anything to say about it) and either living in the animal realm or her position as the Kiketsu Matriarch seemed to keep the few relevant bachelors away from Yachie. The idea of her doing a human was outright ludicrous on its face. Shes just some miko brat that Yachie bewitched I think.

“...I see.” Kurokoma said, after far, far too long spent trying to figure out ‘bewitched’. “So she’s the one who did the rest to you, huh? How strong is she?”

Yuuma… shuddered. She didn’t want to think about that. What the hell had that half-form been? It was stronger than she thought Mikos should be able to get. She’d fought her fair share of powerful spirits, even a few of the famous Gensokyan Peacekeepers after their deaths, and even then, that brief burst of power… And it was pure youkai extermination, but she was pretty sure that was a youkai miko. …What in hell was Yachie playing with now?

Kurokoma raised an eyebrow at the trembling taotie. “Wow… she’s that powerful, huh?” Kurokoma mulled it over, before grinning. “You think a good kick to her skull will break Yachie’s spell on her? Cos I kinda wanna fight her myself, maybe get her in the Keiga.”

Be my guest. Yuuma leaned back, feeling exhausted. Now will you go away?

Kurokoma looked over the board, assessing Yuuma. “...You’re really in a pitiful state, huh? Alright, I’ll leave you be.” She stepped up toward the window, preparing to fly, and Yuuma leaned back. Well, if the miko and Kurokoma duked it out, maybe there’d be one less problem for her to deal with either way. Hopefully the day would be relatively easy from here.

“Oh, just one more thing.” A piercing whistle made Yuuma’s eye’s shoot open, as the pegasus suddenly leapt at her. A small crew of wolves began to file in, carrying a few battered eagles and… oh no, not that. Anything but that.

The taotie tried to struggle, but Kurokoma gripped her horn like a vice, yanking her head upright. “Come on, Yuuma, you think I was just gonna let this moment pass?” She leaned down, squishing her face up against Yuuma’s and putting two fingers up in a v-sign. “No, this was always going to happen. Gonna post this up on the billboards you can see from the Gouyoku territory.”

The horse snickered, as the camera crew began a countdown. “Now, Yuuma, I’m sure you know what we’re doing, but just in case… remember to say cheese!”

Epilogue: Yuuma complete.
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Ah, the defeated foe picture. Always a classic.

Considering what Yuuma put us through, this epilogue was suitably satisfying, though I'm worried she might still be smart for the forseeable future.

Though speaking of being smart, there's something I'm wondering:

Yuuma is temporarily crippled, and the eagles' morale has absolutely tanked.

Keiki knows that Reimu is likely to take over the Kiketsu faction eventually, and would be far better for the humans in the animal realm than any other faction leader.

Kurokoma might be a great fighter, but the combination of Keiki, Yacchie, and Reimu could absolutely flatten her. And with Yuuma down, there's a real possibility here for the Otters to become the ascendant beast clan.

I suspect that Keiki doesn't trust Yacchie enough (or vice versa) for that to actually happen, but I wonder if they'll seriously consider the possibility.
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>>She’d fought her fair share of powerful spirits, even a few of the famous Gensokyan Peacekeepers after their deaths, and even then, that brief burst of power… And it was pure youkai extermination, but she was pretty sure that was a youkai miko. …What in hell was Yachie playing with now?

Either this is what the Animal Realm uses to refer to Hakurei Shrine Maidens or the Immaterial Children butterflied the timeline so hard that the Hakurei Lineage has been replaced.
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I hope she mails A copy to Yachie. That deserves to be framed.
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I've been loving these follow-ups to the main story.

I did read this when it was posted but forgot to comment on it. I don't know enough of my PC98 lore so I can't speculate anything from what we know. Especially if it's Yumemi. What would her motivation be?

I love Saki being accidentally right about Reimu being Yachie's child, and Yuuma being given a pile of whiteboards to throw, good bits of comedy there.
I've grown to like Yuuma after th17.5 and 19 but she's a convincing (and terrifying) foe here.
By the way, something to consider that I don't really see anywhere in usual fanarts or discussions is that Saki is supposed to be shorter than she looks. Zun said that she's aware that she's short so she always tries to impose herself with her wings open to be more intimidating.
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Bishop stabbed his fork into the piece of chicken. He picked it up, looking at it cautiously.

“...Are you sure you want me to do this, Keiki-sama?” He spoke as if he was being asked to execute his best friend.

Keiki nodded, eagerly. “Yes, Bishop. I wouldn’t have installed that new system for you for nothing.” It had been the first thing she’d done, once she had finally gotten some rest. Well. Sleeping for three days straight, completely dead to the world, was a little more than ‘some’.

Bishop turned the fork over, looking at the meat disdainfully. “It just seems… unnecessary.” He said, glumly. “Isn’t more conventional fuel more efficient?”

Keiki resisted the urge to sigh. “Please, Bishop, just give it a chance, alright?” It wasn’t that he was wrong, technically. It was much, much less efficient than his internal combustion. But, to Keiki that was half the point of humanity. Efficiencies and inefficiencies balanced against each other, being able to rush or glide through the things they didn’t enjoy so they could revel in the ones they did.

A lot of her older models were all-efficiency, all the time. Endlessly focused on the results. They’d had to be, for her early conquests, when all they’d had was one clay pit to call a base. But it made adapting most of them to a fuller, more human life all the more difficult.

Most importantly, she had to give them things to enjoy. That meant giving them the functions to be able to enjoy them. No point in getting the time to stop and smell the roses if you had no sense of smell. Bishop was acting as a prototype of a new taste and digestion upgrade.

He eventually acquiesced, with a strangely sulky air. Some part of it made the statuesque soldier look more like a fussy toddler. Keiki bit back a chuckle, and set to work on her own plate.

She didn’t exactly get much time to enjoy it.

A nervous maid’s voice spoke up on her intercom. A human spirit who’d been living on the streets, recently recruited as a rescue. “Lady Keiki? Kicchou Yachie’s here. And she’s pi- she’s really mad.”

Keiki chuckled. Very, very tentatively, there was a basic agreement to allow certain members of the Kiketsu into Keiki’s territory. In the long term, it wasn’t supposed to include Yachie… but in the short, she’d been allowed to use it.

Keiki had been looking forward to the time when she would.

“Send her in!” She stuffed a bit more food into her mouth, knowing full well that she’d be busy talking for a while. “No need to intervene, Bishop; just keep eating.” The guard sagged, but did as he was commanded.

Yachie exploded into the room like a backdraft of flame. The jidiao was furious as she made her way towards the table. “Keiki. You know why I’m here.”

Keiki played innocent, to rile her up further. “Ah, Yachie, long time no see! I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The jidiao hissed, pulling out a mask. “Don’t play dumb. Asami found this in Reimu’s room.” She threw it down to the table with a clatter.

The sculptor goddess duly inspected the mask. It was a classic kitsune mask, porcelain white with red markings, and its surface was completely unbroken. Keiki looked up at the furious Yachie, and smiled innocently.

“Do you like it? Or would you have preferred if I made it a dragon? I could make one for you too, if you like.”


“I made sure to make the ears nice and tall, so when her horns grow in, they’ll still be hidden nicely.”


“And it’ll also stay on her face until she removes it, so her face can’t get exposed for her vigil-”

The jidiao roared, slamming her hands into the table. “Haniyasushin Keiki, why the FUCK are you trying to turn my daughter into a vigilante?!” Keiki grinned, sipping at her wine.

It had been just under two weeks, now, since she’d first met Kicchou Reimu. She’d bounced back from her harrowing first day remarkably well, all things considered, and had started acting on her own, while she waited for her mother to arrange safe passage to somewhere away from the city. Sneaking into the other territories - from anywhere she liked; she was the intended benefactor of the Kiketsu safe passage agreement - and taking potshots at saving a few humans from the Gouyoku and Keiga. Even the maid who’d sent the message was one of Reimu’s rescues. The mask on the table now was a little gift Keiki had sent to help her along, and smooth her efforts over.

The sculptor goddess had been anticipating the inevitable moment when Yachie found out, and so far it did not disappoint. “She’s been practising her ambush tactics, no? I thought you’d appreciate her refining her skills.” The jidiao’s eye twitched, knowing full well that Keiki had deliberately used the term Reimu normally hated.

Yachie growled. “Refining her skills is one thing, but this is just brazen tomfoolery. If Kurokoma was there, or Toutetsu makes a sudden recovery, she could be killed.

Keiki waved her concerns off. “Oh, I’m sure she’d just do that big crystalline thing I heard about if she had to. It worked last time, didn’t it?”

The mother jidiao didn’t shift from her position. “She doesn't even know what that ability is, or how to use it yet. If your whole meddling revolves around her using that ability, you might as well kill her yourself." She folded her arms. "It is one thing for my daughter to go out on these… escapades. But it is another thing entirely for you to be going about enabling her to do it further.” Her glare was positively venomous. “I will not abide you using my daughter for your little ploys. You are not her mother.”

An idea occurred to Keiki. She glanced over, to see Bishop starting to reach for a glass of water. Perhaps this was the perfect moment to test the digestion function under duress?

She gave a dramatic sigh, throwing her hands up in a shrug. “I suppose you have a point.there. I am not her mother, after all.”

The jidiao straightened up. “As long as you understand that, then there should be no-”

“But!” Keiki gave a malicious grin, and the jidiao stiffened. The sculptor goddess raised a single finger. “I won’t let you shut me out of her life entirely. After all… I am her father, am I not?”

Yachie glared at her, and Keiki beamed back. Out of the corner of her eye, Keiki took note of Bishop. He was sipping away at his water, an eyebrow raised but no further reaction. He naturally assumed it was a throwaway comment, or just a piece of hyperbole about her assistance.

Yachie broke first. She turned her gaze away, and her expression coloured. She muttered her retort, just barely loud enough for the people sitting at the table to hear.

“You… you have no proof of that.”

And there was the spit take.
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I'm not gonna ask or joke about how that works. I am confused by Reimu becoming Spiderman instead of being lazy, though.

I guess her Youkai side likes the thrill.
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Holy lore bomb. Keiki is trans?

I think Keiki is trying to get Reimu more interested in saving humans. Reimu's pragmatic side might also see this as an opportunity to train her skills too.
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It was yuri all along
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It's probably more related to her ability to create rather than something physiological, but let's see what happens.

Keiki possibly being Reimu's, eh, dad... what?

Also, for a moment I thought I forgot about the mask, glad to see it's new.
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Getting sprayed with spat water did nothing to improve Yachie’s mood. Watching Yachie get sprayed did a lot to improve Keiki’s.

She chuckled. “Well, that was what you used that little token for, wasn’t it? Not like there’s any other jidiao around. Reimu herself is the evidence.”

Yachie hesitated, realising just stating that had already been a costly mistake. She took a deep breath, and swore, quietly.

Bishop whirled his head around, stuttering. “I- you- what-”

Keiki smiled. She raised her hand, gesturing to her aura-dragon. It spat out a small, golden line, and she began to weave it into a moving scene.

“I’m not surprised you’re not aware, Bishop. After all, it was before any of the Haniwa Corps were even sculpted.” She chuckled. “At the time, the primary clay bed that I use to this day was firmly in the Kiketsu territory. Naturally, of course - the land used to be under the Sanzu river, and the otters love their swimming."

Yachie glared at her, but didn’t respond. The golden lines began to form into two figures; Keiki and Yachie.

“Many warrior-gods had tried, and failed, to bring succour to the human spirits of the Animal Realm. The humans from the age of science didn’t have enough belief in their physical strength against the myriad beasts, and they weren’t well-known across the entirety of the ancient world. And as soon as one started to gain prominence, he’d be struck down, and torn to pieces.” Keiki hummed, a sad expression on her face. “What they needed wasn’t a single warrior. They need warriors, in masses, who could be defeated without faith in their holy power being lost. And they needed enough ‘science’ behind them that the newer humans could be brought into believing them. Fortunately… ceramics, and ceramic armies, were well-known, as was the idea of artificial soldiers. Where a hundred warriors had failed… a sculptor could succeed.”

The Keiki figure took a knee. “So I sought to strike a deal. I showed Yachie some conveniences of ceramics. Offered to barter them to her, if she just let me make some resources for the humans to use.”

Yachie spoke up. “I wasn’t fooled. I knew you were up to something. So I tried to run a hard bargain against you. Stall you out.”

Keiki hummed at that. “...For a time, yes. It was proving rather frustrating, but if I could make even a few soldiers, then fate would turn. But what could possibly attract the dragon of the Kiketsu? What could she possibly want? And then… inspiration struck me.”

…In hindsight, that must have been it. That must have been the twist of history that allowed Reimu to be born where she was. Keiki could have made some deal otherwise, but the idea had been too sudden, the effect too great. The golden figure of Keiki held up her arms, producing an egg from woven golden strands and proffering it to the jidiao’s facsimile.

“I offered Yachie… a miracle. No strings attached, no knowledge on my part of what she would do with it. No conditions on what that miracle was. It could be an act of resurrection, a miracle of walking on water… and…” She grinned. “Of course, I mentioned that most famous of miracles. The miracle of the virgin birth.”

Yachie flinched. Bishop's jaw hung loose. Keiki waved her fingers, and the jidiao’s facsimile snatched for the golden egg.

“All of a sudden, the whole negotiation changed. It went from how she could try to hamstring me, to how far she could bend over backwards for that miracle. She was smart enough to wait a little past the hook, so for a while I expected she was planning to turn the whole Sanzu into wine. But… well, I never saw what she did with it, so I assumed I’d never know, or that if we ever came to blows, I’d have to kill her twice.” She sipped at her wine, chuckling. “But… when I heard that girl confess her real identity… It hit me all at once.”

Yachie sighed. “...You figured that out, did you…?”

Bishop hummed. Keiki could practically hear the gears turning in his head. …Actually, she could hear them. He’d need a tune-up later. “...So that comment about being her father… it’s like in that religion the westerners like?” Keiki nodded. “If… if word of this got out… No. Even if it was just discovered that Reimu existed, and Yachie lost control of who was investigating it…”

Keiki nodded. “The whole Kiketsu Alliance could collapse, and if the full truth came out, every single animal in the entire realm would want Yachie’s head. Reimu - nice choice of kanji, by the way, ‘spirit’ and ‘dream’ for a child wished into birth in the realm of the dead - is the living proof of Yachie’s biggest mistake. The moment when Haniyasushin Keiki got a foothold in the Animal Realm.”

The jidiao trembled. Keiki could see it in her eyes - doubt. Fear. “If you - if you harm a single scale on her back -”

Keiki chuckled, shrugging. “Why would I do that to my own dear daughter? I want nothing but the very best for Reimu. So if she says she wants to train her skills in practical combat, I of course happily help shore up her disguise a bit.”

The sculptor goddess grinned. “Oh, and I haven’t told her, of course. After all, it’s still technically just a guess. And a card I could play later, if I had to. I’d assume the whole topic is taboo in the Kiketsu?” Yachie didn’t respond. “...Well. That says it all, doesn’t it? So… if she wants to train by hunting some wolves and eagles, I’ll happily say that, as her father, we should encourage her independence.”

There was silence, for a moment. Yachie took a long breath.

“Even… even if it proved to be a fatal mistake. Even if the entire realm would turn against me for that choice, if I got the chance to make it again… I would do it. A thousand times over.” She looked down. “Reimu is my daughter. And I will protect her.”

She looked down at Keiki. “And if you ever, ever, dare to breathe a word of this to Yuuma or Kurokoma or anyone else… I will use every last breath making you suffer. I’ll bring this whole realm down. No matter what it takes.” At length, she sighed. “You want to have Reimu train? ...Fine. But do not let her fall into enemy hands. When she goes through your realm to strike, you notify my forces, and let otters observe.”

Keiki nodded. “Oh, she’s too valuable to risk for either of us. There’s normally a distant haniwa escort as well.” She gestured. “Shall I get my staff to get a seating ready for you? Why don’t you join us, Yachie?”

The tortoise dragon took a deep breath, and sighed. “...Fine. We’ll talk terms.” She sat down at a seat next to Keiki, and the sculptor grinned.

Yachie was always the most negotiable of the animal realm leaders. Even if it was on shaky ground, she was an ally, at least for now. And when Reimu came of age, and managed to succeed her mother - after all, the Kiketsu were that nepotistic - the Kiketsu were as good as hers. Keiki smiled, pouring Yachie a glass of wine.

“...Though, I must admit, one thing bothers me.” Keiki hummed, as Yachie ran a finger around the rim. “Are you… not concerned about the Shrine? About her going to her other family…?” It had been bothering Keiki. If Reimu got too attached to her past life, she’d lose her future prospect for an ally. Yachie chuckled, shaking her head.

“Personally? I’m not too worried.” She raised her glass. “After all, those youkai-hunting weapons in her… they’re hereditary, right?” The sculptor goddess nodded, and the jidiao gave a sharptooth grin.

“Then the answer’s simple. I’m not afraid of her family at the shrine keeping her.” Yachie took a sip. “If the orbs have come to her… then there’s a good chance any family she could have had is already gone.”

Keiki nodded in agreement, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. It’d cause her no end of temporary distress, but her family being caught by the shinigami would only ensure Reimu came back to the Animal Realm sooner, rather than later. “Ahhhh, of course. Let’s hope that’s the case, shall we?” She lifted her glass. “Cheers?”

Yachie clinked her glass against the sculptor’s. “Cheers, Keiki. Cheers.”
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>>“If the orbs have come to her… then there’s a good chance any family she could have had is already gone.”


>>Komachi has night duty the night the orbs reached Reimu.

Oh no.

Well at least Reimu's safety is more or less assurred while she practices. Three updates today? You're spoiling us.

Let's see what happens
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You know, that's two immaterial children now who were abnormal births. I'm not sure whether that's a coincidence (the vampire possibility, for instance, seems like it would've had to have a normal human birth beforehand...) or a trend, but it does kind of make sense.
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oh god.

i guess we have a bit of a spoiler for akyuu's arc then.

i hope she at least gets answers to the true reason behind her missing daughter...
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Well...I'm speechless. So Keiki managed to create Reimu. And it seems that according to the timeline...the scarlet mist will choke Gensokyo to death. Here we go.
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Welp. I guess I'm the fool.

I really did want to try and support the Hakurei Shrine Maiden. As Akyuu. Instead we got info about Keine that wasn't all that suprising. The Hakurei may have already been dead anyway, but shit.
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Sorry Yachie, but not if we can help it. We might not have the Crimson Slasher on hand, but two members of the Eagle Ravi should make do. and heck we might have a couple more on hand via strategem
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Yeah, concurring with this guy. There's no way there's this much shit talking about what's ABOUT to happen without there being a way to stop it.
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So basically the summary of this arc is that everyone wants to manipulate Reimu and Yachie in some way or another?
Reimu finds out about this and she ironically starts an incident.
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Same here, there must be some way to help Reimu
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I know its likely a really bad idea especially in regards to the secret, but i kinda want to see Yachie take Keiki up on that offer of a 2nd mask and do at least 1 night of being a vigilante alongside her daughter, give her a couple of points and the like. XP

>>2830 eh the manipulator here Keiki is being up front with her 'manipulations.' As she's already told Reimu what she told her mother.

And we have Yuuma to thank for throwing off anyone from investigating the secret!
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Yuuma unknowingly helping Yachie will never cease to amuse me.
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Nice to get glimpse of how the history changes actually manifested beyond the births. Keiki got a burst of inspiration, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Yachie had her maternal feelings cranked up at the same time. On the moon someone or several someones likely got it in their heads to try that rebellious gene-warren again and out popped Akyuu.

With these first two origins being distinctly unnatural, I wonder if that’ll hold for the rest? Miracles and baby vats are hard to come by though. So I’d be real curious to see how you pull it off.
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ah it's true so reimu will have a stepsister (Mayumi) and a close friend(Biten) maybe?
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Keiki's inspiration changed. Yachie's feelings did not.
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>>The golden figure of Keiki held up her arms, producing an egg from woven golden strands and proffering it to the jidiao’s facsimile.

>>“I offered Yachie… a miracle. No strings attached, no knowledge on my part of what she would do with it. No conditions on what that miracle was."

>>"I never saw what she did with it, so I assumed I’d never know, or that if we ever came to blows, I’d have to kill her twice.” She sipped at her wine, chuckling. “But… when I heard that girl confess her real identity… It hit me all at once.”
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