/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The silver moonlight glinted off the hunter's eyes; he faced the dark shade of the willows his blessed branch held firmly in his hand as wood itself felt cool and sanded down to perfection. He had prepared for this night for years, this night he stood his ground during the witching hour under above the gently flowing canal to face his first youkai, the dreaded and elusive Rokurokubi!

He waited for the Rokurokubi to make the first move... and waited... and waited... and waited... It took him a bit longer than he would've wished to realize that the figure sitting under the willows tonight was nothing more than a jizou statue! He cursed aloud at his fortune as this seemed to be another night wasted spent in fruitless effort to find this slippery youkai.

It had been almost a week since he talked to the waitress at that small and aged restaurant, and excited by her story of the majesty and power displayed by the famous youkai he had been heading out every night by different parts of the canal. He had taken to a strategy of waiting around various parts that matched the description and prayed that he'd strike gold tonight.

Unfortunately it seemed that no matter where in the canal he went he found nothing but stray cats and dogs, the occasional drunk, or noisy crickets. He was at wits end, and rather hungry for that... after his last extravagant meal at the restaurant he hadn't the coin to go back to interrogate the waitress more nor even enough to rub together.

In this peaceful era where proper youkai attacks are almost unheard of there wasn't much demand for a man of his calling, and the temple he trained at most certainly wouldn't pay him for lounging about. It was no small exaggeration to that his bread and butter was being held back by this damned Rokurokubi!

Still, no matter how hard he raged and stomped about that night on his way back to the halfway house he resided it wouldn't make a youkai emerge for him to collect his pay day. It was with a heavy heart and empty belly that he retired, careful not to disturb the other occupants while he remembered his old auntie's warning about not pursuing the job at the tea plantation his uncle managed at. Maybe he made a mistake? no... he didn't want to think about that, this was truly his passion, and he grew up hearing about the exploits of the Hakurei through the generations, it was the only thing that moved him.

He closed his eyes for the last time that night as he drifted to a deep sleep while dreams of filling meals filled his mind.


Sekibanki lay her exhausted head down on the pillow of her cozy apartment, she barely had the energy to bathe her body after work today. News of the shrine maiden's new boyfriend had spread thoroughly through the village and the bored villagers, looking for any reason to throw a festival to whittle away the boredom, jumped on the chance to throw a festival about nothing in particular.

The vendors set up stalls along the main square in the village, the discounts were made, and the bars and restaurants were no different as the workers went overtime to make money. Sekibanki was no exception and groaned as she hasn't even had the time to farm for fear and rebuild her reputation!

As a youkai the lack of fear had weakened her especially due to the 'battle' (read as one sided slaughter) with the miko left her at an all time low only on par with the time she first found herself in gensokyo. All in all the past few nights where she'd been forced to work overtime at the bar had filled out her purse, but at what cost? She was a youkai! Not some human in need of shelter and food!

Sekibanki raised her arm in the air for no particular reason, as she felt the cool night above her and sighed as she thought; Maybe she's gotten too domesticated, after all it wasn't proper for her image of a youkai to seek comfort in the trappings of human life the way she did. A true youkai should be able to bear to the harshness of the wilderness, kill humans like a man did a colony of ants invading his home, and least of all use them like a tool to further her objectives!

Recently, if she was honest, she wasn't able to just slaughter them and seemed to make mental exceptions of her co-workers who she certainly didn't hate, the store owner who despite his standoffish nature would keep giving her chances, nor her many customers who called for her by name on the few days she wasn't able to work concerned for her.

She lay there embarrassed at her popularity before the thought, 'well of course the humans would adore me!'. Still, even then as she lay on her futon before sleep took her she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was eluding her, something vital that she just couldn't figure out...

Well, as she lay there she decided that no matter what it was, if she couldn't remember than it wasn't important!
She held that conviction firmly as she drifted off to sleep soundly, surely she of all youkai wouldn't forget? Nah, of course not!

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>while Bnaki had also developed a certain form of jealousy, her more reserved nature along with the events that just unfolded would serve as more than a lesson on how useless seeking revenge for sloppy words is!
Anon please, the bonk was only 2 days away from trying to hurt (you) too since you kept ignoring her advances

>all this butthurt over Mamizou's lines
I literally don't get it, you're pursuing characters with rich backstories and a lot of history and you're losing your shit over the fact that at one point in their millennia long lives they had a husband?
Go after lolihus or JKhus then you insufferable faggots