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>>46506053
Well, that's a shame. I guess you just have to climb the metaphorical mountain even harder then.

>>46181842
Kanako Complete Charisma Recovery!

A massive… kitchen utensil flew towards Okina, which didn't even twitched, a door opening in front of her, the cutlery disappearing inside of it—a 'kacching' behind me, and my throat felt cold as ice when I turned to see Toutetsu of the Blood Pools there, having caught the cutlery from the open backdoor above her head… And she looked pissed. "What's the big idea?! I told you I was going to a special party, you fucking bitch!" The goat woman yelled, menacingly approaching the rest of us—the other women having flocked around Okina, watching the situation with varied reactions: amusement in the case of the Earth Goddess, contempt from Hijiri, and a quiet groan from Kanako, who massaged the bridge of her nose.

"Hana truly is a popular girl~" Okina laughed behind her palm. "Sorry for ruining many good memories."

Toutetsu tsk'd, scanning her surroundings before holstering the spork over her shoulder. "Purple Loser, Tiny Loser, Rapist Nun… and Pinkie—sup." She waved as if she hadn't just offended everyone here, squatting on the ground. Byakuren narrowed her eyes, appeared thoughtful for a moment before repressing a groan with a negative nod of the head to herself, and I confusedly looked at her—rapist…?

Oh. Oh…

Should've expected that; Koishi got pregnant too, after all.

… That's a terrible name for a boy, Hijiri.

Kanako crossed her arms, slammed the ground with a foot, a wooden pylon rising from the crack as if it were always there, adopting a comfortable sitting pose on top of it. "You won once, Yuuma."

"You two only fought once~" Suwako said with a smirk, Kanako groaning, face growing red. "Sup." She waved back to Toutetsu.

… I wonder if 'Pinkie' referred to my hair or my height.

Oh. Both.

"It'd be preferable if this meeting occurred quickly. I've got duties to attend, and they don't involve going to parties." Hijiri stated, leaning on Kanako's pylon. She's really in a bad mood. I wonder if it's because of pregnancy cramps or the rebel boy…

… Both.

Okina rolled her eyes—though her smile exposed her enjoyment—before turning to me. "Satori here joined our mutual cause with similar objectives, though not end goals." Kanako hums in satisfaction, Hijiri centers herself with a slight smile. They side-glance at each other and a spark of tension fills the air before silently dying. That Anon… poor guy. Suwako yawns, and Toutetsu pulls something out of the ground and eats it. "And has first-hand information about what happened between the other two sages in the Underground—Satorin~?"

Attention is all on me. Five of the most powerful people in Gensokyo are staring at me.

It's very overwhelming, and a drop of sweat runs down my nape. "You see…" I begin explaining, heart pounding as I try to explain the events as detailed as possible. I wasn't expecting to debrief it to a sage, a mafioso that went toe-to-toe wtih Flandre Scarlet and the heads of Myouren and Moriya, their presence towering over me… Fuel to many embarrassing thoughts, but those I'll reserve for the privacy of my bedroom.

As I finished, though, the atmosphere was heavy as spent thorium—ugh… Reading Okuu's mind was a terrible mistake. "Wretched defilement of the Samsara." Hijiri spat, eyes disgusted, munching her lower lip as she unconsciously wrapped her arms around her belly, protecting it. "That thing must be recovered, its duhhka purified, and its existence purged immediately!"

"I doubt we'd be capable of meddling with Yukari's work. If so, the barriers of the HSE would've fallen long ago—I'd have seen to that." Suwako interjected, legs crossed on top of a mound of earth; hardly quenched Hijiri's cold wrath but made her cool down, biting on a nail… The goddess' eyes, though, went to Toutetsu. "Could you eat it, Tetsu?"

"Yes." It was said without hesitation, albeit with a rough face. "But I won't." Hijiri tried, but couldn't hide a thousand unsavory thoughts, to which Toutetsu scoffed. "Don't look at me like that, Rapist Nun—I turn to what I eat, and I'm not eating condensed suffering. Not again. Try me if you can't stomach that."

Hijiri tensed, staring at Tetsu, searching for something in her face… and simply nodded, letting go of the qualms. Or at least, I think so.

"That thing seems really problematic; not even Yukari's Gap can get to it. Powerful magic, indeed~" Despite everything, the Matarajin never lost her smile. "If either Kasen or Yukari get to it, try keeping your distance. We love our souls, don't we?"

"Sanae could try sealing it together with Reimu—I'll talk to her when she gets back from Hana's party." Kanako offered, receiving general agreement. "Dear Anon, I fear for him. When the scope of what his suffering entails is known, the man will be heartbroken…"

"He'll have a shoulder to cry on, enlightenment to seek in religion and love in his blessed children. We'll take good care of him and show him true peace." Hijiri expressed.

"Don't start this again." Suwako advised, her eyes iron and looking very tired. Kanako pouted.