/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The HSE was closed for today, the motive found in flowing motions of a curved sword, edge sharp as a sliver of midnight and constitution just as beautiful—a gorgeous katana, ripped straight from an aurora veil and bathed by the moonlight—, barely scraping the sides of Yuuka's flowers circling her. It's breathtaking how precise her movements are, streaming through petals and yet slashing none. Her regular, pristine clothing were replaced by a yukata of purple and white, hugging her figure and letting movements come and go unburdened, as if water coursing between the rocks of a river, hitting hard yet gently slipping—hair a golden flail, free and religiously following each of her moves…

I couldn't take my eyes away, even if I tried.

Yuyuko-sama and Youmu-san had been here earlier; the former drank tea and ate half the shrine's reserves in her short visit, sat by my side to watch the latter spar with Yukari, instructing her in her newfound interest: the sword—the Sage went from student to master within an hour, ‘a natural’ said Youmu, though, to the swordswoman's utter confusion, Yukari looked conflicted at those words…

Still, she was now focused, centered, and very tense, which is unlike her—

—my deep gaze must've gotten to her because, with three flowing movements, she dexterously sheathed the sword onto her hip and composed her breathing, smile sharper than the katana. "My~is my technique so captivating, Anon?"

"’Course, dear," I bit my lip. Yukari likes submission and absolute loyalty—but with time, I've come to understand she has a speck of a maiden heart and likes honesty and concern for her feelings, especially distress. "You just look on edge," she rises an eyebrow. "… Pun not intended."

"Is that so?" She approaches, yet doesn't take a seat by my side on the veranda, her eyes bitterly narrowing, standing as if uncomfortable; now that's a sight to behold— "Father is coming to visit—somehow my ‘new’ interest came to his understanding, so he wanted to see it for himself."

… Wait…

"F-Father?!" Yukari gawks at me, amused. "You have a father?!"

"Don't we all, Anon?"

Ugh. "Y-Yes, but that's new! I never thought you had…"

"A breathing family member?” I softly nodded. “It's a complex matter, and for all purposes, mine wasn’t a natural birth," she hummed, touching the handle of the katana. "Father has a very powerful sword, you see—a handful would call it the 'personification of death'. It sparked multiple wars, and its very existence is a threat to the concept of life. That sword, Anon, can cut through anything … That was until a fated blue moon: Father struck down a dishonorable mad woman with the sword that could cut anything, though, to his shock, that woman was pregnant. It was too late; he was slashing her in two… Until it stopped cutting at her womb. For the first time, Father saw a limit he could not slash: a sword capable of cutting anything; manipulation—and thus negation—of boundaries. The reaction was… special. Father was fascinated by it despite his sorrow, so he adopted the motherless child." I listened, eyes wide and still, a sponge to her words, purple eyes gazing far with soft nostalgia, though tainted by an unexplained, terrible pain. "I've left his care a millennia ago, mere years compared to the time-flow of his universe—"

"12 years, 5 months, 8 days, to be more exact, my Maribel." A voice came from beyond, drawing mine and Yukari's eyes, her body tensing, struggling to lift a somewhat stable smile—

—because a wound all similar to the Gap opened in reality, shattering it as glass, heavenly blue in its composition. Slowly a man walked out, clad in black, one hand straightening sharp threads of white, blue eyes smug, free hand holding an innocuous-looking sword in a black scabbard—but if all my hairs standing were a clue, that was no ordinary sword.

"My Father," Yukari said—W-wait, Maribel…? "That name was forsaken, Father. Do not impose it on me."

He hums, smug an unmoving stone, eyes moving to me—it's almost enough to take me to my knees. I resist, barely. "Planning to start a family, I see. Commendable, Maribel. Our name will consume even this faraway place." His hand holding the sword tightened its grip; a pinch of guilt? Pride?

Yukari narrowed her eyes. "I've come this far to escape it… Gensokyo is not yours to conquer." Firmly, Yukari draws her blade, steel glimmering on the light reflected on snow. The man looks up, fills his lungs and, if I could tell, feels content, even if marginally—

—he's upon Yukari in half a second, striking her sword with his still sheathed.

Whatever happened before me took the other half of the second: The whole garden was frayed, thousands of flowers dead, deep cuts tearing the earth open and piling up as the two standing monoliths of silvery flashes and metal cacophony echoed and clung against each other—the v-very air around them gashed, creating illusions of shattered glass.

I couldn't move. Only watch.

Just how fast are they swinging?!—

who's getting the Yakumo family heirloom, the 鬼殺隊九千, or better known as Oni Slayer 9000?
>bracelet magic fetus
>Uberbaby, Future God Emperor, conceived by the Brain of the Moon herself
>Mutt, the Crime against Nature, conceived by Yukari
>Hakurei incest loop super baby, 101% pure Hakurei
>Koishi Yakumo-Komeiji, daughter(?) of Mutt
>one of Ran's future army of baby kitsune