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"Ah, human children." Mima hums, and I lazily look at her, frowning… I had honestly forgotten she was here. "They grow so fast." She moves around, the dolls timidly coming back to the room now that Yuuka has left and together with her, the proverbial thunderstorm of doom.

I frown at the ‘walking’ soul. "I'm forty. I'm not a child."

"You may as well be 4 months old if the conversion doesn't fail me," she snickers, and I for a second try computing the arithmetic behind her words… Of course, it lasts only that—a second—before I make a mental note to ask Ran about it. "Still… 'Before I got help'?" She parroted what I said earlier, and I smiled calmly when one of the more courageous dolls approached my face—I poked its nose, mumbling a 'boo', and it laughed… I guess.

… My face softened even more. "Someone who believed in me when I did not. Not telling you, though." Mima shrugs.

"I'll discover anyway; nothing escapes the Goddess of Magic~" I ignore her, poking another doll on the nose. "Hmpf, brat—that's how you pay back someone that fixed your busted jaw?"

"I'm not sticking you back inside the hokora, am I?" She lifts a brow, halts, and, huffing, reaches for her dumb, stupid blue hat. What is she doi—oh… She lifts the hat and a doll flies out from there, 'laughing'. "Yuuka seems to trust you a lot. She might think she's secretive, but I can read her face like an open book—not that I would try reading a closed book—and she cares a bunch about my Hana… Are you helping Hana?"

"That's part of it, yes."

“… You mean harm to her?”

“A full ‘no’. I only wish well upon the poor waif.”

"… Good." I twirl a doll in the air with a finger, the little thing closing its eyes shut and enjoying the soft spins—others are steadily swarming me. Ugh… Better leave before they're all sleeping on top of me. I never had the heart to wake them up all those decades ago; doubt will have it now. "I'll be leaving now; if Aya asks for me, I'll be in Eientei getting proper medical care."

"One last thing before you leave—" I raise an eyebrow and stop my way to the door. "—that tengu, Aya Shameimaru. She was in dire condition when we, erm, met you two just now—she's also, coincidentally, coming to Hana's birthday party." Mima narrows her eyes, somewhat floating more menacingly. "Were you planning to use her to spy on us? And if so, explain why you attacked her to leave her in that state."

It's hard.

It's incredibly hard. I'm snickering.

Mima looks confused.

… It's too hard and, body shaking, I finally let my laughter out. "Excuse me? What's so funny?" Mima furiously asks, green eyes trying to poke a hole in me, the dolls confused by my sudden outburst. "You clearly harmed her so greatly that the dolls had to carry her shivering body to the barracks. The girl could barely speak the last time I saw her! Fool, why art thy laughing?!" My jaw hurts and I, with sheer willpower, force myself to stop.

"N-No, it's nothing… It's just that, you see…" I ponder if I should tell the ghost or not, immediately coming to the conclusion that yes, I totally should. Why? It will be extremely funny. "Two dumbasses recently shifted the position of the Sanzu, causing a big ruckus and getting an incredibly mad Eiki on me—she was also in one of those lecturing modes—" Mima groans, and for once in my life I can relate to her. "—so I went to the village, knocked some sense in them and that's it. But Aya was close by and took a bunch of photos for her newspaper, and since it was a one-sided pacifist Danmaku duel, it'll probably sell a lot. But I don't like my face plastered anywhere, so I asked her something in return."

At this point, the dolls were neatly sat down listening, Mima frowning at the growing uneasiness of my story. She could feel there was something wrong.

My smile is perfectly devilish. "… I asked her to let me pet her wings. She liked it. Then I patted closer to the basis, and she liked it a lot. I've learned today Tengu are very sensitive around that area."

Mima frowns even harder, massaging her chin—conclusion comes with wide eyes, and she facepalms, teeth clenched, blushing.

The dolls look utterly confused.

I laugh outloud—ouch, ouch, ouch, my jaw!
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oops. Posted the wrong version.
I do not condone Aya bullying. I just find it very funny.

>>45505284
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"Ah, human children." Mima hums, and I lazily look at her, frowning… I had honestly forgotten she was here. "They grow so fast." She moves around, the dolls timidly coming back to the room now that Yuuka has left and together with her, the proverbial thunderstorm of doom.

I frown at the ‘walking’ soul. "I'm forty. I'm not a child."

"You may as well be 4 months old if the conversion doesn't fail me," she snickers, and I for a second try computing the arithmetic behind her words… Of course, it lasts only that—a second—before I make a mental note to ask Ran about it. "Still… 'Before I got help'?" She parroted what I said earlier, and I smiled calmly when one of the more courageous dolls approached my face—I poked its nose, mumbling a 'boo', and it laughed… I guess.

… My face softened even more. "Someone who believed in me when I did not. Not telling you, though." Mima shrugs.

"I'll discover anyway; nothing escapes the Goddess of Magic~" I ignore her, poking another doll on the nose. "Hmpf, brat—that's how you pay back someone that fixed your busted jaw?"

"I'm not sticking you back inside the hokora, am I?" She lifts a brow, halts, and, huffing, reaches for her dumb, stupid blue hat. What is she doi—oh… She lifts the hat and a doll flies out from there, 'laughing'. "Yuuka seems to trust you a lot. She might think she's secretive, but I can read her face like an open book—not that I would try reading a closed book. Or read a book at all—and she cares a bunch about my Hana… Are you helping Hana?"

"That's part of it, yes."

“… You mean harm to her.”

“A full ‘no’. I only wish well upon the poor waif.”

"… Good." I twirl a doll in the air with a finger, the little thing closing her eyes and enjoying the soft spins—others are steadily swarming me. Ugh… Better leave before they're all sleeping on top of me. I never had the heart to wake them up all those decades ago; doubt will have it now. "I'll be leaving now; if Aya asks for me, I'll be in Eientei getting proper medical care."

"One last thing before you leave—" I raise an eyebrow and stop my way to the door. "—that tengu, Aya Shameimaru. She was in dire condition when we, erm, met you two just now—she's also, coincidentally, coming to Hana's birthday party." Mima narrows her eyes, somewhat floating more menacingly. "Were you planning to use her to spy on us? And if so, explain why you attacked her to leave her in that state."

It's hard.

It's incredibly hard. I'm snickering.

Mima looks confused.

… It's too hard and, body shaking, I finally let my laughter out. "Excuse me? What's so funny?" Mima asks, eyes trying to poke a hole in me, the dolls confused by my sudden outburst. "You clearly harmed her so greatly that the dolls had to carry her shivering body to the barracks. The girl could barely speak since the last time I saw her! Why are you laughing?!" My jaw hurts and I, with sheer willpower, force myself to stop.

"N-No, it's nothing… It's just that, you see…" I ponder if I should tell the ghost or not, immediately coming to the conclusion that yes, I totally should. Why? It will be extremely funny. "Two dumbasses recently shifted the position of the Sanzu, causing a big ruckus and getting an incredibly mad Eiki on me—she was also in one of those lecturing modes—" Mima groans with experience, and for once in my life I feel bad for her. "—so I went to the village, knocked some sense in them and that's it. But Aya was close by and took a bunch of photos for her newspaper, and since it was a one-sided pacifist Danmaku duel, it'll probably sell a lot. But I don't like my face plastered on that, so I asked her something in return."

At this point, the dolls neatly sat down to listen, Mima frowning at the growing uneasiness of my story. My smile is perfectly devilish.

"… I asked her to let me pet her wings. She liked it. Then I patted closer to the basis, and she liked it a lot. I've learned today that Tengu are very sensitive in that spot."

Mima frowns even harder, massaging her chin—conclusion comes with wide eyes, and she facepalms, teeth clenched, blushing.

The dolls look utterly confused.

I laugh outloud—ouch, ouch, ouch, my jaw!

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I do not condone Aya bullying. I just find it very funny.

Oh, you think you're better than me, do you, Sanae?