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>>45968943
a man that is completely right. Total Yukari death will be swiftly delivered!

>>45442601 (3/3—p1)
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I lightly tapped his shoulder. The man turned with an 'Excuse m—', his words cut when he saw a nightmare: a tired Hakurei miko staring him at eye level. Seija on his right seemed puzzled, turning to me—an entire head shorter than us—, freezing just like him, stopping midway through biting her dessert. The rest of the villagers walking around the market kept walking, not wanting to see the massacre. "Good evening." I say, placid.

"Reimu-san, good evening." Despite the clear terror, at least the man remained composed. Seija was midway a very bad word when I looked at her.

"Not another one…" She groans, holding tight to her man's arm, ready to pull him away at any time and run. "Whaddaya want, Hakurei?"

I raise an eyebrow and stare at the man. "Are you sure you wanna play dumb?"

"Reimu-san, this is all a terrible misunderstanding—the Yama wasn't keen on letting us pass so we challenged her to a duel—but we weren't expecting our combined powers to react so aggressively to the Sanzu. It wasn't our intention to create problems." He bows and if I were 20 years younger, I'd have eaten the lie up… mainly to just call it a day and go home.

I narrow my eyes and pull out my gohei, hiding the small package I carried until now. "Is that so?"

"Tsc—knew it. Keen to rip us a new one, bitch?! Bloodthirsty bastard, talking with you is futile!" Her frown drips venom as she pulls her hands up, shining with bright light. If there were anyone still watching, they were gone—? Ugh… over a building in the distance, I could see a familiar opportunist crow.

Ah, well, I'll demand she let me pet her wings as compensation.

The man separates from Seija, looking rather tense… Hm, staring from a distance, he looks rather familiar—I leave it to another time, dodging a rain of danmaku and calmly rising flight amidst the following laser beams. Compared to Toutetsu or Junko, it's like a walk on the riverbank, and my heart barely accelerates, equanimity befalling me as the seconds pass. Interesting; I can't enter a meditative state when with Chen or the cats at Mayohiga, but can easily do so in a danmaku duel? I smile, dodging her next spellcard with my eyes closed, not once shooting back—

—Seija is trying to use her turn-over powers on me and switch my position so she can overwhelm me with bullets…

Well, dodge.

I open one eye, smile sharpening with her look of utter surprise. She keeps trying—the man behind her flabbergasted—yet I keep dodging her reversals.

Floating over things is such a weird concept… Handy, anyway.

Oh, that was her third spellcard. If I'm remembering correctly, she has nine of them, right…? At least Aya is getting a good show.

The spellcards come and go; they get more aggressive in their tries to attack—Seija in this case, the man looked like he was overthinking something that'd probably make my head hurt—, dodging everything with increasingly ease. Though I shouldn't expect every battle to go like this. Floating needs proper ease of mind to work; even a smudge of any other feeling and it crumbles… No wonder I lost against Toutetsu all those years ago.

That was her ninth spellcard. Seija fell to the ground, panting, the man immediately on her side, assessing the situation. "Done?" I asked, approaching them with soft steps.

"Fuck… you…"

"That's a yes." I'm instantly in front of them and bonking Seija's head first with my gohei—she tries to reverse it. Cute, dodged~—; then her man's, both now on the ground. "That's for getting Eiki and the Shinigamis on my hair—ugh, you don't know how bothersome they can be! It was like listening to a lecture for hours, bleh…" My tone is that of a disappointed mother. They groan in pain, and I pull two pieces of paper and chalk pencils from my right sleeve, handing them to the couple. "Now, write a heartfelt apology to Eiki on why it was VERY wrong to flip the Sanzu, getting…" I check my palm. "… 1.602 souls stranded, and evil spirits free to roam the land."

"W-What the?!" Seija looked at her plain paper and pencil as if they offended her. The man sighed, using his thigh as support for the paper. "Goro!" Oh, that's his name.

"Just get this over with, Seija—and no, calling Eiki a bitch for thirty lines won't solve things." I chuckle, sitting down on the ground to watch. The amanojaku groaned, looked between us, and, as if she had gulped down a lemon, began writing, using his back as paper support.

"Wouldn't that all be compliments coming from an amanojaku?" I say out loud; Goro hums, massaging his head once or twice, and Seija shows me tongue. It took ten minutes for Goro to finish his and, as I checked it—what are these words…? Ugh, my brain hurts—he went to help Seija finish hers. I smiled at how cute it was. Though, Seija's letter was… Hum. "This better not be passive-aggressive, or you're writing another one." I made sure to break the air barrier with my gohei before storing it again. It passed the message.

Now, to the second part of this…