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// somewhere… //

“So… he’s still alive.”

“Yes, sir. All reports are pointed to him living in exile in the sealed land.”

“How can that be possible? The Soviet Red Army is not supposed to exist in modern days.”

“That’s what I first thought, sir, but he lives. In fact, he stumbled across the expeditionary team and led an attack on them.”

“He fought them?”

“Yes, sir, with the help of his… non-human team. I don’t want to give him credits, sir, but he… he completely annihilated our troops.”

“Impossible. Our technology’s supposed to be superior to that of Earthlings.”

“It was no match against his ferocity. He mauled them like a beast possessed. A beast… from the depth of mankind’s history.”

“Was there any survivor?”

“Only one, sir, but he was captured. What should we do now? We’ve lost a whole unit, and with the Lunarian administration cutting our defence budget, it’s going to take a while before we can replace them.”

“Continue the observation. Make sure he doesn’t learn about our participation in the war. And make sure they don’t know, either. I’ve run out of bulls to feed them already.”

“Understood, sir.”

The command centre fell quiet. With the last staff signing off for the day’s work, the chief director continued watching the video feed of a skirmish that was taking place in the junkyard. His eyes were fixed on a soldier donning futuristic combat suit, who was leading the attack alongside his fellow combatants. His eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to remember anything related to the soldier.

“Yuri Ivanov…” He uttered the name once, and then shut off the monitor. He leaned against his chair and closed his eyes. “Survivor of the Great Patriotic War… the ghostly hunter of Stalingrad.

[c] To be continued in the next post, please wait warmly.
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>> No. 25883
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25883
Date: January 2nd
Time: 11:30 hours.
Weather: snowy
Location: Scarlet Devil Mansion.

[c] You’re supposed to be dating with Kaguya. Dating!
- [c] Go outside and find somewhere secluded.


What on Earth are you doing? This is supposed to be a date, and you’re supposed to be dating with Kaguya. Dating! There’s no way you can spend your quality time with Kaguya in this arena, with many eyes watching you from all directions possible.

You lean toward Kaguya. “We should go somewhere quieter,” you whisper into her ear. “I think I saw a small hut outside when we were going in. We’ll stay there for a while.”

“Okay,” she says, not knowing the situation you’re dealing with.

After getting food and drink from the food stall, you and Kaguya head for the exit and leave the arena. The situation you’ve faced earlier has made you wary, and you don’t want yourself to be caught in anymore confrontations. You want to spend this day with Kaguya, and you’re going to do that no matter what.

You and Kaguya head to the hut you mentioned earlier. It’s moderately sized, probably with enough space to accommodate two people or more. You sit down on the bench while Kaguya takes her spot next to you. It’s a shame that everything is in snow, otherwise you’d be gazing at the flowers. Or maybe you could make a bouquet for Kaguya-

-you remember hearing stories from Anne that Meiling is very protective towards the flowers she’s attending to. Very, very protective.

You throw the idea way, far away and focus on the drink. You groan inwardly; isn’t there anything you can do?

“Yuri, why are we outside again?”

“I just remembered that we’re in the middle of a date,” you point out.

“A-ah, yes, of course! I’ almost forgot about it, ha-ha…” Both of you quietly enjoy the meal while contemplating on watching the snow fall. There’s also the occasional singing between the two of you, from Russian folksongs to traditional Japanese songs.

“Yuri.”

You put down the drinking cup. “Yes?”

“Please hug me again. Just like the last time.”

Again. Just like the last time. You’re not in the mood to argue, nor do you intend to ignore her. You ask her to come close toward you, and you throw your arms around her as she’s within reach. This time, there are no kisses to be shared; it’s just two persons hugging and holding onto one another. As always, she’s so warm, so soft, and so cuddly.

“You really like to be hugged, don’t you?” you ask and lightly brush your lips upon her scalp.

She giggles and snuggles up in your arms. “You’re huggable. And you’re warm, too.”

You chuckle silently and tighten your embrace, but it isn’t long before you start shivering. It seems the weather’s become colder than you’d anticipated, so you and Kaguya head back into the mansion. The exhibition is still on, and from what you’re seeing there’s no sight of its end – at least, not for today. You’ve also been in the mansion for a couple of hours, so you might want to spend more time here before going elsewhere.

“Hello, Captain Ivanov.” A familiar, charismatic voice greets you from the staircase. You and Kaguya turn around to see Remilia walking toward you. “I see you and your faithful companion are, what should I say, enjoying your stay.”

“Yes, we are. Thank you for the hospitality,” you tell her.

“I am very grateful to hear that. Oh, I wish you were here to listen to my rambling, but alas!” She throws her arms dramatically. “I hardly knew you, poor Yorik! Poor, poor Yorik, always having your skull crushed into smithereens.”

You have no idea why she’s suddenly quoting Shakespeare, but you don’t want to ruin the mood. “Do you have any problem with that?” you quiz.

“Who, me? I’d rather spend my time enjoying a cup of wine and watching the snow fall.” She approaches you and beckons at you to lean toward her. “Besides, I find the idea of having a martial art exhibition in my place is plain ridiculous, don’t you think?” she whispers.

“At least it keeps your sister busy and entertained, I suppose,” you answer.

Remilia suppresses her laughter. “Ah yes, entertained.” She even makes air-quotes at the word entertained; she must find the whole affair amusing, if not ridiculous as she said. “Regardless, my dear guests, what can I do for you? Please, don’t be shy. Just tell me what you have in mind~”

“We’re doing fine, Remilia, you don’t have to burden yourself,” Kaguya says. “If you don’t mind, though, would it be a bother if I request that Yuri and I have dinner here, at this mansion?”

“Ah, a table for two.” Remilia giggles knowingly. “I see, I see. I can have that arranged – in fact I shall be honoured to reserve the entire mansion just for you. Sakuya!” In the blink of an eye Sakuya appears and is standing beside Remilia. “Please prepare the dining room. I do believe our guests are planning to spend their night romantically~”

“Romantic night, milady?” Sakuya glances at you, then smiles knowingly and bows her head. “I shall have the preparations ready.” She disappears in less than a second, and you finally have the chance to speak.

“Seriously, I did not expect that,” you mutter.

“Why? Don’t you want it?” Kaguya asks, looking dejected.

“I thought it’s usually the guy who’s supposed to ask the lady out for dinner,” you point.

“No, no, Captain Ivanov, I think it’s you who are too reluctant to take the initiative,” Remilia says.

“Am I to blame for this entire affair now?” you ask.

“If you ask me for my sincere opinion, the answer is yes,” she answers. “That doesn’t mean you have to be so bold and carry Kaguya into the room for you-know-what, no sir. That’s too lewd.” Kaguya blushes, while you cough a couple of times in unease.

“What am I supposed to do now?” you ask.

Remilia beams at you and draws an imaginary heart in front of her. “You cannot deny your feeling, Captain Ivanov. You can pretend to ignore it, and you can pretend it doesn’t even there in the first place, but sooner or later it will reach out for you. And when that happens…” She draws an arrow across the heart. “You will realize how much your love for your significant other is.”

“Never thought to be given advices on love from you,” you sigh in defeat.

“So!” She claps her hands, smiling ever so brightly. “Tonight will be a special night for both of you, and I promise it will be a night to remember.” You force yourself to laugh; want it or not, you cannot say no to her generosity. “Speaking of which, I think your second-in-command wants to see you.”

You follow the direction of Remilia’s pointer and see Anne approaching you. She seems to be in distress, so you thank Remilia for the lively conversation and meet up with her. “What’s the issue, lieutenant?” you ask.

“I need to discuss with you right now. Please follow me.” You follow her to the anteroom, and sit down on the chair while she closes the door. “Ah, Miss Kaguya, I’d like to ask you to leave us for a while,” she says when Kaguya wants to walk in.

You lift yourself off the chair and look at Kaguya. “It’s okay, Yuri. I’ll be waiting at the arena. Meet me there, okay?”

The door is closed, and Anne takes her place in front of you. “I hope you have a reason on why you’re locking me out,” you speak.

She heaves a deep breath of resignation. “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, sir, but I wish to not let details of this conversation leak out of this room,” Anne says. “Miss Remilia and I have extracted vital information about the unit the prisoner was serving.” You lean forward, suddenly very eager to hear this latest development. “40th Lunarian Foreign Expeditionary Unit, created to monitor Soviet Union’s military activity. Their first theatre of operation?” She pauses again, but this time she stares straight into your eyes. “Stalingrad.”

What. You did not expect this.

The Astral Eyes, as their reporting name suggested, primarily served as frontline reconnaissance unit, gathering intelligence from both sides of the warring factions. Their tour in Stalingrad was supposed to end on Christmas Day, 1941, but as the prisoner had informed us, a sudden turn of event forced them to extend their deployment.”

“What kind of event?” you ask.

“He only mentioned this codename: the ghostly hunter. Does it ring a bell to you, sir?”

Your throat suddenly becomes dry. Blood quickly fills your eyes. It would take minutes before you allow yourself to sink into the softness of the chair. “The old flame refuses to die out, it seems,” you mutter.

“Sir?” Anne looks at you quizzically. You can only mutter “Chyrot…” and throw your sight into the ceiling. For a fleeting moment your mind is clouded with memories of Stalingrad… and him.

“Sir? Are you alright?”

You look up at her. “Take me to the prisoner, Anne.” She jumps out in surprise at your words. “I won’t be at peace until I ask him by myself, and he won’t be at peace until this is finally settled for good. Those bastards, they think they can avenge their defeat in Stalingrad…”

“Sir, please hear me out. At this moment, the prisoner is not ready to meet anyone-”

“Do I look like someone who’d waste his time while his new homeland is under threat?” you speak. “Who knows how many more of them might be out there? Who knows what they might be planning now?”

After what seems to be an intense eye-gazing contest, finally Anne gives in and breathes in deeply. “Very well. Please follow me.” You follow her out of the anteroom and head to the west side of the mansion. After a trip down the spiralling staircase, you and Anne arrive at a dark chamber, and she points at a cubical box made of glass and steel frames at the middle of the chamber.

“There he is, sir.”

Locked up inside the glass prison, the prisoner of war is lounging about while lying on the bunk, oblivious of what’s happening around him. You and Anne approach the box, and the prisoner quickly gets off the bed to greet you. “Looks like I have guests,” he says with a cynical smile.

Anne unlocks the door. “He’s all yours, sir.” You walk into the box, and the door behind you is locked, leaving you with the prisoner.

“I don’t believe I am scheduled for a meeting with a former Red Army sniper, yes?” You glare at him, completely annoyed by his apparent lack of respect. “What can I do for you, sir? Oh, I forgot. You’re not my superior officer, so I don’t have to address you! Hah!” He snorts and sits on the only chair in the glass prison. He careens his head, and he snickers at what he’s seeing before he focuses at you. “She’s a cute girl. Her name is Anne, right? Wish I could take her for a date, but she always gives me a cold shoulder. She needs to… “warm up”, you know what am I saying?”

“40th Lunarian Foreign Expeditionary Unit. Stalingrad, 1941. What can you tell me about it?” The prisoner stops lolling and stares at you. You repeat the question, but instead the prisoner gives you a ‘do I give a fuck about it’ face. “I say it again, and I will say it only once: what were Lunarian soldiers doing in Stalingrad?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t quite hear that. Could you repeat that again for me?” Goddamn it, he’s taunting you. Bastard!

Choose one.
[ ] Words.
[ ] Fists.
[ ] Kicks.
[ ] Full frontal assault.
[ ] Devise your own response. It can be your own, too!

Well, that’s quite an unexpected turn of event, isn’t it? As usual, next update will be written once I get sufficient votes. Don’t worry about the whole “table for two” affair, guys. After the interrogation’s done, we will be having fine romantic dinner with Kaguya~
>> No. 25884
>“I hardly knew you, poor Yorik! Poor, poor Yorik, always having your skull crushed into smithereens.”

Someone likes castlevania?

[x] Words.
>> No. 25885
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[X] Words, then Rorschach.

We shall remain civil, for now.
If he's still cheeky after that, we get creative.
The fact that he's this mouthy suggest that they've only aggressively questioned him.
Yuri doesn't have time for playing around like that. He's got a romantic dinner to attend to.


>>25884
As mentioned in the update, it's a reference to Shakespeare (Hamlet Act 5, scene 1).
The Castlevania enemy by the name of Yorick is also a reference to Shakespeare (same play, same scene).
She's getting it completely wrong, though. The actual quote is "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio".

Don't know about that whole "skull getting crushed" business though. That might be related to Castlevania, since Yorick's skull is never harmed in the play. (In fact, the pianist André Tchaikowsky, upon his death, donated his skull to the Royal Shakespeare Company to be used as Yorick's skull in that particular scene.)
>> No. 25886
>>25885
The skull getting smash is hte castlevania-ish part as some players go out of the way to smash the skull (before or after they defeat the main body) and then there's the comical trick in CV AoD with the skeletons tossing their heads (random chance if you let one live long enough) at you, which you can hit for a comical sound effect.
>> No. 25887
>>25885
I like how you think sir. I cast my vote for this as well.

[X] Words, then Rorschach.
>> No. 25888
>>25887
The best part is that he'll do it with a russian accent as well.
*crack* "Now that I have your attention. Why were you in Сталинград?" Pause. "I asked you a question." *crack*
"...I have a dinner to attend and you're keeping a леди waiting, you know."


Russian words are:

Сталинград, pronounced "Stalingrad" (meaning "Stalingrad". Obviously)

леди, pronounced "ledi" (meaning "Lady". With a double meaning, because it means "Lady" in the meaning of "gentlewoman", or "nobility".)


He could also call him ублюдок, if we want to get really Russian. (It's a word I picked up from a random image on the internet. Means "bastard", but apparently also translates to "mongrel" implying "impure" or "mixed" blood, not "being born out of wedlock". Making it a double insult as lunarians are generally depicted as human/rabbit hybrids.
For our prisoner the insult would probably mostly come from the implication that his mother shagged a human, but either way it works.)


Courtesy of google translate, I couldn't speak Russian if my life depended on it.
>> No. 25889
>>25888
That'd be a lunar rabbit actually which are more a sort of slave chaste in Lunarian culture from what I understand. It wouldn't be completely outside the relm of possibility to call the Lunarians themselves very much of the Arian mentality. They do have a seemingly unhealthy obsession with purity so insults and such to that effect would be sure to strike a nerve. My memory on the matter is fuzzy so take that all with a grain of salt.
>> No. 25890
>>25888
Not sure if it'd work as a typical Lunarian would think anyone on earth is "pig impure disgusting" while this guy talked about wanting to date Anne.
>> No. 25891
>>25890
He might have just said it to put up a front of bullshit and not-giving-a-fuck, rather than seriously mean it. Try to get Yuri off balance and take control of the conversation, instead of the other way around.
>> No. 25893
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I'm still alive and kicking, everyone. I just recovered from post-convention blues and am struggling to get out of massive writer's block. I'm liking the ideas of Yuri going Rorschach on our POW, though I had to do some research on this guy (the only knowledge I have on him is from that movie Watchmen, sadly.) No actual update for now, though, as it's nearing the end of 2013 over my place, and I'm a bit jaded at the moment. So please bear with it (the same also goes to Winemaker & Stardust Halley).

Happy (early) New Year, TH-P.com.
>> No. 25894
>>25893
When I said "then Rorschach" I was mostly referring to the casual way he was using violence to get answers, but doing some research to make it even more Rorschach-y is great. It's not for no reason that he's considered the greatest character of The Watchmen.

Also, happy new year (Google Translate says "С Новым годом!") and all that. Hope you have another good year with lots of adventures for little lost soldiers.
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>>25894
Thanks, and I hope I manage to pull out the Rorschach out of Yuri in this one. Also, sorry for the delay, as usual.

------------------

[c] Words.
- [c] Go Rorschach, if possible.


You exchange glares with him. “Do I look like someone who’d like to repeat for you?”

“I don’t know, but you don’t look like that kind of man,” he shrugs.

“Alright, then.” You kick him off the chair and flip it around so that you sit with your arms resting on its backrest.

“My ass hurts, shit!” he curses.

You ignore his rants and tell him to sit on the bed. “Allow me to repeat my question. What were you and your unit doing in Stalingrad?”

“Why do I have to answer that question?” he asks.

“Playing tough, I see.” You reach forward, and suddenly snatch him by the pinkie. “I know how to break a tough guy like you.” Slowly, so slowly, you twist the little finger, all the while you ignore his plea. You continue twisting his finger until…

Crack.

“Arghgoddammityouandyourmothertohell!!!”

You let go off his maimed pinkie and proceed with his ring finger. “Now that I have your attention. Why were you in Stalingrad?” Pause. “I asked you a question.”

Crack.

“Notmyringfinger!!” he screams again.

“Still not answering. Too bad.”

Crack.

“Ithurtsfuckyou!!!!”

“…I have a dinner to attend and you’re keeping a lady waiting, you know.” Another pause.

Crack.

“Ohshityouremutiltatingmesomebodysaveme!!!”

“Nobody is going to save you.” You grab his thumb. “You’d better answer my question, before someone’s starting to lose his hand.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll talk, so please let me go!” Your grab loosens. “Please?”

Crack.

“NOOOOOOOO!!! Oh god no, why would you do this???!!!”

You finally let go of his mutilated hand. You tell him to suck it up and ask Anne to get the medical kit. As she starts looking after his injuries, you order the prisoner to start talking. After a brief period of silence, he begins.

“40th Lunarian Foreign Expeditionary Unit, the Astral Eyes. Like you said, we were indeed deployed in Stalingrad – but only as an observer. Our task was to monitor the war between your country and the Third Reich, but we were forbidden to assist either of them.” He winces in pain when Anne fixes his broken fingers. “Like I told her, our tour was supposed to end on Christmas Day, and we were ready to leave Earth until we received new orders from High Command.”

“What were the orders?”

“We were supposed to capture Colonel Alfred von Hillenbrand and interrogate him about his relationship with the Watatsuki Sisters.” He flinches when you glare at him. “But we had nothing to do with the attack on him and his men! It was another unit, I swear!”

“Alfred never told me anything about having an affair with Lunarian royals. He said that he was fighting a war with your kind for his entire life.” You lean forward. “Tell me more about it.”

“It was 1924, and the entire palace went apeshit when they went missing. My unit was assigned to find and retrieve them, and we found them, alright.” There’s a slight pause, and he throws his sight outside the cubicle. “In British India. With Hillenbrand.”

What. You did not expect this.

“Our order of the time was to kill Hillenbrand and bring the princesses back to the capital city, but circumstances of the time prohibited us from executing the order,” he continues. “First, High Command did not want to provoke war with the British Empire. Second, we were not equipped for assassination mission. Third…”

There’s another pause, and is it you or is this prisoner actually smiling? “You’re not going to believe this. They were dating with him. Or was it dating? Is it really a date when you’re dating two women at the same time?”

“Thus, your unit was in Stalingrad to capture Alfred, aside from monitoring the war between German and Russia.” The prisoner nods to answer your statement. “But you weren’t able to accomplish the task. Tell me what happened.”

“Like I said earlier, our objective was to capture and interrogate Hillenbrand, but the palace thought they had a better idea instead.” He shakes his head, seemingly in disbelief. “I mean, come on! Why would they waste their time sending the royal guards to kill him? Focusing their entire resource on one man in the middle of world war on Earth? I call total bullshit!”

“And so we watched helplessly, from a distance of course, as the royal guards faced him and his men in the open area. It wasn’t just the infantries that were sent to kill him; mortar squad, heavy gunners, snipers, the palace was sending every men they could find just for this one man. He fought everyone, but of course he wasn’t alone: he had his fellow men to back him up.”

“Then you saw it.”

He nods again. “With our very own eyes. Hillenbrand was shot, his partner avenged him, and we watched him given full military burial; we saw everything.”

“We pulled out of Stalingrad the following day. Our unit disbanded shortly after Christmas, and most of us were dispatched to different locations around Earth under different units. I myself was stationed in the Pacific to monitor the war between United States Navy and the IJN.” He jolts in pain when Anne tightens the bandage, though he later thanks her for the first-aid. “Hillenbrand’s files were closed, and neither our unit nor High Command spoke of it anymore.”

“What about the ghostly hunter you told Anne?”

The ghostly hunter of Stalingrad… that name was the only thing we managed to learn before our departure.” He shakes his head. “Once again, the palace stepped in and wanted this man dead, whatever reason it might be. High Command refused to send anymore soldiers to Earth following the incident, so the palace decided to take this thing into their own hands.”

“So the soldiers my team and I were fighting in the junkyard… they’re from the royal guards?”

“The crème de la crème. The best of the best. The only one.” He pauses again, as to allow Anne to put his arm into a sling. “Even after sixty years, the palace is still fearful that the ghostly hunter might come after the princesses. Or their own butt.”

“Then why were they in Gensokyo?” Seeing his refusal to answer the question, you grab him by the collar and violently shake him. “Answer my question! How did they find their way into Gensokyo?!”

“How the hell should I know?! And what about you? Don’t you already have your own homeland to look after? What do you care about Gensokyo?”

You lift him by the collar and slam him on the wall. “Listen to me very, very, carefully.” You press your arm against his throat. “This is my new home, and I care about it as much as I care about its people. If anyone tries to invade it – and I don’t care if they’re humans or aliens – I swear by the name of Glorious Motherland I will defend this land. Do I make myself clear?” He fearfully nods. “I’ve wasted my time with you. Now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend.”

You let go off the prisoner and leave the cubicle with Anne. Both of you head back to the waiting room, and you slump onto the couch. The interrogation has been too exhausting, and everything about it was as dumbfounding as the information you got. This entire fiasco was caused by the palace wanting Alfred dead for dating their most important individuals, and you never even had the chance to learn about it from him. Not only that, you have just learned that you, Alfred and his Prussian brethren had fought what were basically Lunarian elite soldiers. There’s also the matter of invasion by foreign forces, and it shows just how vulnerable Gensokyo is despite its isolation.

“Anne, did you have everything recorded?”

“Yes, sir. I even recorded previous interrogations, too.”

“Good. Just in case he turns against us.”

She sits down in front of you. She looks fidgety, probably due to the revelation. “So, uhh… what now, sir?” she asks.

“I need to discuss this matter with Yukari or Eirin. Sooner or later, I have to take up arms and defend this land I call home.” You stare at her. “You’re with me, right?”

“This is my home, too. I have the responsibility to defend it, so I’m with you, sir,” she answers.

After spending a few minutes inside the room, both of you head back to the main hall to check on Kaguya. Apparently, she has decided to practice barehanded techniques with Meiling while waiting for you. You approach the mat, wave at her, and she meets you with high enthusiasm. To your delighted surprise, she’s switched to tank-top and gym pants that highlight her appraisable figure.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I can’t let myself be bored while waiting for you, can I?” she answers. “But what took you so long?”

“Just had a heated discussion with Anne. Military stuffs, so don’t ask,” you tell her. It’s a lie, but it’d be better you don’t let her know about the interrogation. “So, you’re up for lunch?”

“I’m not hungry yet. In fact, I’m going to spar with you right now!” She throws several punches, which you deftly parry. She’s gotten better since your last duel with her. “Nah, just messing with you. I’m tired, got to take a break. What about you?”

Pick one, captain.
[ ] Walk around the hall. Watch the demonstration. Pick a fight. Form alliance with any faction you come across. Vent off the frustration.
[ ] Stay with Kaguya. Enjoy the eye candy time.
[ ] Talk to Meiling. She looks like she’s very eager to spar with you.
[ ] Why is Momiji anxiously staring at you?
[ ] Head to the library. Ease your mind. Talk to the librarian. Flirt with the little devil. Have an intellectual discussion.
[ ] Others.

I’m so tempted to give the tank tsukumogami from Another Incursion a cameo. Thoughts?

Date: January 2nd
Time: 12:15 hours.
Weather: snowy
Location: Scarlet Devil Mansion.
>> No. 25896
[x] Stay with Kaguya. Enjoy the )eye candy and) time.

Too bad there's not much art of Kaguya outside of that outfit of hers.
>> No. 25897
>>25895
Quite a wild thing about Alfred dating the moon sisters (hard to believe as they were generally hardline anti-earth and married. I wonder what that says about Lunarian men)
>> No. 25898
[X] Why is Momiji anxiously staring at you?
>> No. 25900
[X] Why is Momiji anxiously staring at you?

>tank tsukumogami cameo
I'm not sure what the point of this would be. There's already one in the story and you've established that there are several more.
>> No. 25901
Just a reminder: This is supposed to be a date with Kaguya and Yuri just came back from doing something.
>> No. 25902
[X] Stay with Kaguya. Enjoy the time.

It would be hypocritical of us to leave our lady waiting around after we've just reprimanded the lunar rabbit for it.


If you want to do a cameo, then do so. It's your story, write it the way you want to.
>> No. 25903
[T] Give Kaguya a piggyback ride as you casually walk towards Momiji.

We should not simply make Kaguya wait around/ abandon her.
We should not avoid an apparent crisis.
One does not force Kaguya to walk when she’s tired.

Therefore, this is my solution.
>> No. 25964
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[c] Stay with Kaguya. Enjoy the eye candy time.
- [c] First thing first: let’s go meet Momiji.


It’d be too rude to just leave Kaguya behind and do your own stuff. Plus, you have a very enjoyable eye candy right in front of you, why the hurry?

You beckon at Momiji to approach you. She hesitates for a while before she walks toward you. “Captain, sir, I-”

“Yuri. No need for formalities at this time.”

“Oh. Okay. I mean,… uh, alright. Yuri, I, Inubashiri Momiji, hereby propose you to a friendly match.”

“Is is this going to be like the last time we sparred, Yuri?” Kaguya asks. “That’s cool! I want to see you kicking ass in close quarter combat again.”

A friendly match. So the reason behind her restlessness is because she was looking forward for a spar with you. You almost want to accept the offer, but then you remember Reisen’s advice about enjoying your date without any hiccups. Plus, wasn’t it Meiling who first proposed you to formal martial art challenge?

“Alright, I’ll honour your request, but could you give us some privacy first?” You have to apologize to moon bunny for breaking her hope after this.

Momiji looks at you, confused at first. As she turns to Kaguya, however, she gets the message and bows to you. “I’ll be waiting near the booth over there,” she informs. You and Momiji bow to each other before you head to the food booth.

“Jeez, Yuri, you don’t have to be so shy about it,” Kaguya teases.

“Come on now. I just got here, there’s no need to hurry.”

Come to think about it, what you did to the captive is probably a solid proof of your new allegiance. Of course, it is still speculative whether or not you should pledge your loyalty to your new homeland, but then you remember your oath in front of the prisoner.

‘This is my new home, and I care about it as much as I care about its people. If anyone tries to invade it – and I don’t care if they’re humans or aliens – I swear by the name of Glorious Mother Russia I will defend this land. Do I make myself clear?’

That brings you to another point: if you’re really serious about protecting Gensokyo, you should just form an army, but you don’t have the resource for that. You might as well recruit the natives, though you doubt they’d be willing to forgo their difference and work under one leadership. There might also be politics involved, and it’s the last thing you want to involve in. You should discuss this with Yukari whenever you have the chance; she knows Gensokyo better than you do.

“Thinking of something?”

You shake your head. Maybe it’s not the best time to come up with such plan. “No, not really.” Kaguya harrumphs at your answer but pays her attention back to the arena. You never saw her in anything else but her regal wear, and it’s a delight to know that the gym outfit is showing off her good-looking figure. Even her chest becomes noticeable, and you find yourself staring at the particular part of her body. It was a good idea to leave Kaguya behind while you and Anne interrogated the prisoner, after all.

“My eyes are up here.” Kaguya’s retort breaks your concentration. You look up at her and see her in her cute pouting face. “Pervert.”

“I’m sorry. It was a… nice eye candy,” you apologize.

She giggles. “Have you not had enough already?”

“That’s not what I mean.” It’s your turn to retort.

“You’re so fun to tease~”

The crowd is slowly filling the hall, as though they’re anticipating an afternoon exhibition. By the time both you and Kaguya are done with lunch, three-quarters of the hall is packed with people and they’re already eager to watch sparks fly. You head off to see Momiji, and find her with Meiling near what looks like a weapons rack.

“Good afternoon, Meiling, Momiji,” you greet. “What did I miss?”

“Good afternoon, Big Boss!” Meiling replies. “Momiji and I had some discussion about our upcoming fight, and she told me that she wished to challenge you in a duel. So, I decided that it’ll be easier if the three of us fight each other at the same time.”

“We’re going for melee a trois?” you ask.

“Well, I could arrange for us to take turn during the fight, but that would be too time-consuming.” She, then, leans forward and whispers so that only you, Kaguya and Momiji can hear. “And did you notice the crowd? They want to see a gladiatorial fight.”

Crowd thrilled by a fight to the death? Sounds like a repeat of your duel with the goddesses of Moriya Shrine way back.

“Okay, the responsibility falls upon us,” you press on. “What’s the rule of engagement?”

Meiling pulls back from you and regains her composure from before. “It’s fairly simple. Magic and other abilities are off-limit. Projectile-based weapons and explosives are not allowed, too.”

“Rest assured. I wasn’t planning on using them today. What else I need to remember?”

“All forms of martial art are allowed, meaning that you can choose to whether use grappling moves or just kicks and punches.” She smiles cheerfully. “In other words, we’re going to do CQC! Sounds fair?”

You have no idea why she’s very eager about it, but you don’t point it out. “Fair enough. What about those?” You, then, point at the weapon rack. “Are they allowed?”

“Yes, if we have an agreement. Don’t worry, Big Boss! I’ve asked Miss Patchouli to magically enchant them so that they can’t injure you during the fight.” Her smile widens once again. “Go on, pick one!”

You, Kaguya, Momiji and a couple of curious visitors examine the displayed weapons. If what Meiling said is to be believed, you don’t have to worry about sustaining serious injuries during the exhibition fight, but you cannot be too certain. Who knows when things are getting a bit too heated up?

[ ] Katana.
[ ] Chinese broadsword.
[ ] Sword/buckler set.
[ ] Rapier.
[ ] Tonfa.
[ ] Nunchaku.
[ ] Simple staff.
[ ] Three-section staff.
[ ] Lance.
[ ] Combat knife.
[ ] Thrusting dagger.
[ ] Brass knuckle.
[ ] Hidden Blades. And maybe throw in some throwing knives, and a crossbow, and a grappling hook, and a broom, and a shovel, and a…
[ ] Others.
[ ] No, thanks. I’ll go barehanded.

[ ] Gladiatorial fight? I don’t think this hall can hold the three of us.
- [ ] Suggest we do the exhibition fight outside the mansion.
[ ] But Meiling, choices like that are forbidden.

Completely optional: team roster
Name: undecided, suggest anyway for the sake of it
Type: special operations forces (this is just a throw-in; suggest anyway for the sake of it)
Allegiance: varies with individual, but the whole team serves for the betterment of Gensokyo.
Modus Operandi: undecided; will be planned along with new updates.
Notable/active members:
• Yuri Ivanov. Rank: Captain.
• Reisen Udongein-Inaba. Rank: Lieutenant.
• Anne Marie-Braun. Rank: Sergeant. (I mistakenly gave her the rank of Lieutenant in the last update, by the way.)
• Yukari Yakumo. Rank: Base Commander.
• Kaguya Houraisan. Rank: Trooper. using British SAS ranking system, because I cannot into Russian Spetsnaz ranking.
• Kogasa Tatara. Rank: Trooper.
• Tatyana Inaba. Rank: Trooper.
• Flandre Scarlet. Rank: Trooper.
• Nitori Kawashiro. Rank: Trooper.
Emblem: undecided; will dig up random pictures off the ‘Net.
>> No. 25966
[x] Tonfa.
[x] But Meiling, choices like that are forbidden.

Too bad the Kaguya bit wasn't longer, damn those hooks.

That and I'm not sure if a three way battle would be a great idea or not.
>> No. 25968
[X] Combat knife.
[X] Suggest we take it outside.

If the want a gladiatorial battle, we need proper room for showing off.

Also, I'm thinking Yuri would probably be most familiar and comfortable with whatever kind of trench knife the russian army used.
He's not specially trained in any melee techniques other than what the army taught him, and what he picked up on the battlefield, so some sort of (for him) exotic weapon would probably just be a liability rather than an asset.
>> No. 25972
[x] No, thanks. I’ll go barehanded.
[x] But Meiling, choices like that are forbidden.

If we are within range to attack with a knife, we are also well within range to get hit by a melee attack from the youkai. If we go with no weapons for anyone, we at least deprive Momiji of her sword skills and force her into hand-to-hand combat.
>> No. 25973
>>25972
Using a knife is way different than using a sword so Yuri would have the advantage there since he is familiar with knives from being in the army.
Only way Momiji would have the advantage is if we actually choose the sword and buckler.
>> No. 25975
>>25973
What about, you know, her being superhumanly strong and fast? And who the hell doesn't carry a backup knife?
>> No. 25976
[z] Combat knife.
[z] But Meiling, choices like that are forbidden.


Roster Name: Gold Hammer
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Alright, guys, I just want to tell everyone that this story is still alive and kicking. I'm currently in the process of writing its update, so please bear with me.

>>25976
Did you choose this name out of whim, or did you pick it from somewhere? I swear I've seen that roster name before.

Have a soft operator.
>> No. 25980
If the call sigh Gold Eagle rings a bell, then yes, I sort of based it off Shepherd.
>> No. 25991
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>>25980
Five years ago, I lost thirty thousand men in the blink of an eye, and the world just fucking watched. ut, tomorrow, there will be no shortage of patriots, no shortage of volunteers. I know you understand.

Anyway, enough talk! Have an update.

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“Something bothering you?” Kaguya asks.

“No. I was just thinking.” You reach for the nearest weapon you can get and grab it. “If we should take the fight outside. There’ll be no way this hall can handle a three-way battle that’s guaranteed to run out of control.”

“A knife?” There’s a genuine look of disappointment on her face.

“You expected me to use any of these fancy weapons? No, thanks,” you retort. “And don’t tempt me to sweep the fight with a broom. It’s too early for spring cleaning.” Ignoring her rants as she checks the shelf, you practice several stances with the knife. Years of fighting and skinning Siberian wildlife with knife (under your father’s guidance, of course) proved valuable when you were drafted into the Red Army, and it showed especially during the siege of Stalingrad. Fighting in closed, claustrophobic spaces meant soldiers were often forced to resort to their fists and whatever tools they could grab on to kill each other, and you know all too well about such brutality.

“Are you done, Boss?”

You put the knife in your coat. “Have you thought of moving the arena somewhere else? Like near the lake or at abandoned warehouse?” you inquire.

“No, not that I have thought about it first. Why?”

“I have doubts that this mansion can handle a soldier, a gatekeeper and a patrol trying to kill each other.” You take another knife and spin it in your hand before holding it in reverse grip. “Though at least putting restriction on magic and projectiles has put me at ease.”

“Aw! Stop sulking! I’m sure you have an ace up your sleeve, right Boss?”

“…my body is not ready for this.” You’re about to pick yet another knife when a shout from within the crowd distracts you. You turn around and see them getting pushed aside, giving way to… oh, it’s Nitori.

“Has the fight started? No? Good! I think arrived just in time! Hi, captain! You got a minute?” You wait for her to recollect her breath, and there’s the look of confidence as she looks up at you. “Remember when you were unable to test the obstacle course on that day? Well, you can compensate for that by wearing the battle suit!”

“You came all the way from Youkai Mountain just to see me in that,” you remark.

“It’s my best invention, and what’s better to show it off than to lend it to the best operative? Give me your hand.” You do as she’s told you, and she hands you a metal briefcase. “I modified it again to make it fit in there. To activate it, you simply have to press that button.”

“This one?” There’s an audible ‘zing’ followed by a loud ‘wrrrr’ as you press the button on the briefcase. It shakes violently and suddenly disintegrates, its many tiny bits clinging onto you and forming an extra layer of skin underneath your coat. You can only assume that whatever you’re wearing underneath the coat gets replaced by the bits, which has clung onto you snugly. The bits gather around your head and form a helmet, and despite the sudden flux of information on its visor you quickly familiarize yourself with it.

“I take it that this is the same suit I wore during the operation at the junkyard.”

“Bingo! The one and only,” Nitori answers. “What do you think about the briefcase? Convenient, isn’t it? With it, you can take the battle suit anywhere and deploy it anytime you like.”

“Do I look like someone who has the time to carry a box around?” you ask.

“Are you saying that you want me to compress it into a wristwatch instead?” You try to open your mouth in objection but the spark of excitement in her eyes kills all your objections. “Challenge accepted, captain! Just give me a week or two, and it will be done!”

You poke around the helmet. The visor retracts, allowing you a clear view of gobsmacked Meiling and bewildered Momiji. “I didn’t expect Nitori to show up, to be honest,” you say in her defence. “But I’d take any advantages if it can equalize the odds.”

“Well, I don’t see that as breaking the rule,” Meiling says. “But wow! Powered armour? It’s like I’m in a CRYSIS game right now!”

“I’m sorry, but what is CRYSIS?” Momiji inquires.

“It’s a game, don’t you know? The one with nanosuit like the one Boss’ wearing.” Momiji stares at Meiling sceptically due to the answer, but the gatekeeper quickly dismisses the wolf girl. “Come, both of you. The crowd is getting anxious ready. We must not make them wait!”

You and Momiji followed Meiling to the centre of the arena and stand facing each other. The crowd has gathered, and your helmet quickly picks up chatters from them. Meiling clears her throat to get the attention of everyone. “It doesn’t hurt if I repeat the rule of engagement again, but I’ll do so in case there are people who have just recently come. This is strictly melee-only combat, so magic and other abilities are off-limit. That includes flight and protection spells. Projectile-based weapons and explosives are not allowed, either, and anyone caught using them will be promptly disqualified. To minimize injuries, close-range weapons like swords and shields have been magically enchanted, meaning that they can’t leave a scratch on you and won’t break under stress.”

“You know that clause is moot now, if you take this armour into consideration,” you point out.

“The captain’s right. And Meiling and I both are youkai, so uh…” Momiji continues.

“Come again?” Meiling does a double-take. “You know what? Screw the safety measures. We’re going all out.” The crowd cheers at the declaration. “Do you hear the crowd, Boss? They want to see us fight. Moreover, they expect us to fight.”

“I beg to differ,” you reply and press a button that raises the visor. “A fine lady is waiting for a dinner with this soldier, and I’m very certain she has the rights to disagree.”

“Jeez, Boss, you’re backing out already? You’re no fun!”

“I should remind you that I do not take taunts very lightly.” You withdraw both knives and hold them in reverse grip. Momiji mirrors your action and opens her stance, sword and shield deployed.

“You don’t? What a shame.” Meiling readies herself with her weapon. A Chinese halberd; she must have chosen it out of respect to her ancestry. The crowd suddenly becomes silence, and they watch as you and your opponents slowly walk in circle, weapons held close to your body.

“So, what’s going to happen if anyone of us is disarmed?” you ask.

“The fight is not over until there’s only one of us left standing,” Meiling answers.

“There can be only one?” you muse.

“There can be only one,” Meiling agrees.

“Uh, can we get the fight started?” Momiji asks anxiously.

“Funny that you asked.” Your steps come to a halt, as so too are your opponents. Everyone holds their breath. It’s now a game of waiting, as you and your opponents are sizing each other up before-

“I go first!”

Meiling suddenly thrusts the halberd at you. You dodge the incoming attack and stomp the floor, kicking several marble tiles toward Meiling. Her response is to swing the halberd in a wide arc, smashing all the tiles in one pass. “Well, somebody has to start somehow!” she says in her defence.

“Point.” You jump at Meiling and aim your knife at her head. Her reaction is instantaneous; she tilts her head and allows the knife to miss its target, though it does manage to take a few stray hairs with it. In a split second, you follow the attack with a roundhouse to her torso.

“Saw that coming!”

She catches your right leg between her upper and lower arm.

“Oh? How about this?”

You jump off the floor and swing your left leg at her exposed head. It hits hard, and you’re certain it would give Meiling one hell of a concussion. Her arm lock loosens, this is your chance! You pull away from her grip, wrap your legs around her -

“Hey, what are you- UWA!!!”

-and bring her down to the floor in a scissor lock.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” The lock tightens, and you exert your upper body strength to pick Meiling up and throw her across the floor. Your peripheral vision spots Momiji coming down on you, sword lifted up for an overhead smash. With very little time to react, you turn around and cross the knives in front of you-

CLANG!

And stop the incoming blade. The knives shatter on impact, some of their pieces bouncing off your helmet. Like that will stop you! With a loud roar you push back and throw a fist at the wolf girl. The shield automatically rises, and a loud bang echoes inside the arena as it stops your punch dead on track.

“Captain! Not so rough!” Momiji shouts from behind the shield.

“Yeah? Well, thanks for breaking the knives!” You throw another punch on the shield. It doesn’t leave a dent, although it surely forces Momiji to stand her ground. “Now I have to fight you and Meiling empty-handed, too.”

“I’m sorry for that, if that’s the case!” Momiji apologizes. “Captain, behind you!”

Too late! Meiling has already caught you in a chokehold and is dragging you away from Momiji. Damn it, you didn’t even notice her during your bout with Momiji!

“CQC lesson number one: never expose your back to the enemy,” Meiling says as she tightens the choke.

“Are you teaching me the basics of CQC?” Your response is to slam your elbows onto her side. The choke loosens, and you grab her shirt to initiate a throw. “I’m not sure if I can appreciate that.”

“You will, because CQC is fun!” She straightens up, and you double your effort to throw her. When that fails, you crouch low and propel yourself off the floor; she has somehow anticipated that manoeuvre when she spins in the air and uses the momentum to throw you toward Momiji. Not intending to let the wolf girl ‘cushion’ your crash with the shield, you do a back-flip and land feet first on the shield. You jump off the shield and land on a spot across the floor, just as Meiling has come down from the air and lands next to Momiji.

“Yuri! Catch!!”

Turning around to the voice, you see a shovel being thrown at you. You firmly catch it bring your sight to where the shovel came from. You see a hopeful Kaguya, an observant Nitori, a half-hearted Alice, a cheerful Shinki and energized Russian fairies rooting for you from the sideline. Okay, they wanted to give you the upper hand, and you should thank them after the fight, but why a shovel?

Wait a minute.

Didn’t your training include using shovel as improvised weapon?

“Aw, he’s acquired a shovel. Now we’re screwed!” Meiling moans in disapproval.

“Excuse me, but I don’t follow?” Momiji inquires.

“Don’t you know? Soldiers of the Red Army are trained to use their shovel as a weapon,” Meiling answers. “They aren’t afraid to use it to disembowel and decapitate their enemy.”

“Ew,” Momiji belches.

“Enough chatting, girls.” You hold the shovel and open your stance. You have been rearmed, now it’s time to teach them a lesson on how Red Army soldiers fight. “Let’s do this.”



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((POV switch: Anne, in first-person view. Anyone missed her?))

“Good work, everyone. You can now take five minutes’ break.”

“Thank you, Miss Anne!”

I bid the fairy maids farewell as they scurry to the kitchen and continue my journey down the gallery. Today is a busy day, and everyone’s hand is on deck trying to make sure that the self-defence expo is running smoothly. It’s Miss Flandre’s brainchild, and she’s vying to gather Gensokyo’s best martial artists under one roof. It must have been her first experience in battlefield that inspired her to organize this event, and she’s not the only person who’s very excited about it.

I heard that Miss Meiling finally got the chance to fight with Captain Ivanov, and as her close friend I am glad that her dream to challenge a Red Army soldier has come true. The circumstances did not go as I would expect, though, what with the wolf tengu taking part and the fight becoming a three-sided duel. The crowds aren’t complaining, and neither are the combatants, so I guess everything’s fine and dandy.

…I’m downcast.

I wish I could join the fray, showing Miss Meiling and Captain that I am also a capable close-quarter combatant. How I wish I could show the world that my wartime experience is not just for show. It’s not that I don’t enjoy taking care of domestic affairs while everyone is kicking the hell out of each other. It’s just that… sigh, I was originally trained as a soldier, and as such the transition into a civilian life is not easy for someone like me.

Not to mention the unsettling revelation of Lunarian clandestine missions in Gensokyo. I mean, to have an outside force actively plotting against Gensokyo just because they have a bad blood with one of its residents, I find such notion very ridiculous. What’s past is past, they should just let it go and live for the future.

Uh, why I have to be very pessimistic today? I am the maid of Scarlet Devil Mansion, such behaviour is very unbecoming! No, no, no, no, no. I must remain strong!

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

Turning around, I find myself looking into Miss Sakuya. I pout. She’s so mean, always appearing out of nowhere and addressing me as ‘sweetie’. But she’s very friendly, and it’s the only reason I can tolerate with her.

“Ah, nothing, I was just…” I stop walking and approach the edge of the gallery. I notice that Captain Ivanov has acquired a shovel and is holding it like a rapier. Is that how you’d handle a shovel? “That looks fun, don’t you think Miss Sakuya?”

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you, sweetie.” My eyes close as Miss Sakuya’s arms drape around me. Oh, she feels so warm, so gentle, and so soft. While Miss Meiling’s hug is like a bear, Miss Sakuya’s is very comforting. She always knows how to make everyone feels safe in her arms, too. “And even if I were allowed to join, I’d be stealing Meiling’s limelight. It’s her moment to shine today, let her be.”

“Well, yes, you’re right.”

“Come, let’s go outside.” I let myself go off Miss Sakuya’s hug and follow her to the garden. The sudden shift of temperature causes me to sneeze, and I suddenly regret myself not wearing winter outfit today. “So! Is it the fight that’s bothering you, or is there any other reason, sweetie?”

She calls me ‘sweetie’ again, and she always has the audacity to say that moniker while bringing her hand to her face. How can I ever resist her and that affectionate gesture? Ah, but I’m digressing. She asked me, so I must answer her. No wait, I will ask her instead.

“Miss Sakuya.” I kneel down and draw a circle with my finger. “If someone were to threaten this mansion, who would you protect first?”

“Hmm, let’s see now…” She presses her finger on her chin as she’s contemplating for an answer. “Firstly, my loyalty is for Lady Remilia, so protecting her is my top priority. Then the households are next. Why, sweetie? Is there something wrong?”

I frown. I really, really, should not reveal the result of the interrogation to anyone. Neither Captain Ivanov nor I spoke of it, but we had a mutual understanding that whatever information we obtained from the prisoner must not leave the mansion.

“Come on, just tell me. I won’t bite, I promise.” She even says that with that teasing wink of hers, that Miss Sakuya! But she said she won’t bite, right?

“Uh, okay.” I take a deep breath. “Remember the prisoner I brought in?”

“Yes, yes, I remember. If only he learns to keeps his sharp tongue in check, I’d have allowed him to court me.” I laugh at that idea; Miss Sakuya is too elegant for that prisoner. Perhaps Miss Remilia would be interested in him instead? She did praise him for his, in her own word, wittiness. “What about him?”

I take another deep breath. “He’s a Lunarian.” Just like that, the warm smile drops off Miss Sakuya’s face. I now fear myself the repercussion of invoking her wrath, but I brave myself and elaborate. “He’s one of the soldiers we fought at the graveyard. We managed to keep them from approaching the gate, though, but who knows if there are more of them out there?”

“How many of them you were fighting?” It’s Miss Sakuya’s turn to ask.

“From what Captain Ivanov said during the debriefing, there were enough of them to upstart a revolution.” I begin filling the circle with dots and crosses. “I may not know the bad blood between Captain Ivanov and the Lunarians. And I may not know why he was very angry at the prisoner, but…” I, then, mark the circle with arrows and reticules. “I get the feeling that it had to do with his… previous life.”

In a way, both Captain Ivanov and I are similar: we were spirited away from the battlefield before we could accomplish our mission and had to cope with the reality of living in post-war environment. I bet Captain Ivanov’s heart was broken to pieces when he learned that he would be unable to return to his country and fight alongside his comrades. I know that feeling all too well.

“What am I saying here is, uh…” I’m finished with the rough sketch of Kursk, my last major battle before my unit was reassigned to France. “There’s a threat out there, just bidding time to reveal itself, and whoever’s posing the threat must have thought that Gensokyo is… is…”

“An easy picking,” Miss Sakuya fills in for me.

I dryly nod. “…Miss Sakuya.”

“Yes?”

“Please hug me. I… I kind of need it.” I can’t hear anything from Miss Sakuya. I feel like my heart’s going to eject itself out of my throat and into the snow. I wait for the inevitable…

…before a pair of arms lift me off the snow and pulls my face into warm, soft mound.

“Bweh? Miss Sakuya, s-stop! I can’t breathe!”

“Aw, you have no idea how badly I wanted to do this~!” Miss Sakuya squeals girlishly as she presses my face in her chest. “And Meiling’s always talking about her little tiger this, little tiger that, little tiger here, little tiger there while doing this and that! Do you know how madly jealous I am?”

“Uh, I don’t?”

“Sweetie, you’re not helping me~!” Miss Sakuya whines playfully and tightens her arms even more. Listening to her joyful voice makes my heart skip many times. It’s not what I’d expect from her, and yet… it’s what I wanted to hear?

The smothering calms down, though that doesn’t stop Miss Sakuya from tightly holding me. I can do nothing but to hold her in return. I can’t resist her. She’s just… so kind to me. “Though in all fairness, your presence has brought much happiness in me. I mean, who else in the mansion I can be this affectionate and giddy? Certainly not to Lady Remilia or Lady Flandre. And certainly not to Meiling! Oh, no! Not to her!”

“Well, if you’re happy, then I’m happy.” I doubt my sole presence would bring that much happiness to her, but I don’t want to argue about it. Miss Sakuya’s happiness is also my happiness. “…I’m sorry.”

“What for, sweetie?”

“For telling you this. I… I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They had crossed the border, and that means they can invade Gensokyo anytime now. As a soldier, am I supposed to stand down and do nothing while they’re violating my homeland?”

“No, a soldier isn’t supposed to stand down.” I slightly giggle when her soft, moist lips are brushing my hair. I like it when Miss Sakuya does that, and alongside with her delicate fingers combing my tresses, it shows that she holds high regard in me. “A soldier does what she always does, and that is to protect whatever objective she’s given to.”

“Does that mean?”

“Yes, sweetie. I will fight with you, to protect the mansion I have dedicated my heart and soul to. After all, we’re maids. Isn’t taking care of domestic affairs our specialty?”

I bury my face in her dress. I agree with her on this one fact; we are maids, and it is our duty to keep the mansion clean and in order. “Mmm… Miss Sakuya, you feel so nice…” Miss Sakuya hums happily and embraces me in return. This is actually good, holding onto this mansion’s chief maid – no, scratch that, my sister figure and enjoying her warmth. I find myself sinking in sea of nostalgia, as memories of my sisters-in-arms begin to resurface…

And that’s when a world-shattering explosion knocks everyone out of their sock.

“What just happened?!” I jump off my feet as another explosion rocks the surrounding area. “Who planted a bomb!?”

“I don’t think someone planted a bomb. Look.” I follow the direction of Miss Sakuya’s fingers and see two figures leaping out of a freshly made hole in the wall. I quickly identify them as Miss Meiling and Captain Ivanov, but where’s the wolf tengu? Oh, there she is, jumping out of the hole and charging at the-

Hold on. Is that Miss Flandre?!

“It seems the fight has gotten heated up,” Miss Sakuya comments.

I almost want to agree with her when I remember an urgent matter. “The civilians! We must get the civilians to safety! Miss Sakuya, please lend me a hand!”



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>>25992

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((POV switch: Yuri. A few minutes before…))

The fight has reached its most intense moment. You have exchanged blows with your opponents, you have parried many punches and dodged countless kicks, and many obstacles have been destroyed in the process. You and Meiling have been disarmed and are resorting to kicks and punches, and that leaves Momiji as the only combatant with weapons, though it doesn’t really help her in this situation as your barehanded attacks are too fast and too furious for her to catch up. At the corner of your eyes, you can see the crowd getting more agitated the more violent the fight becomes, just as Meiling has told you earlier. You’re not intending to drag this fight, however. Who knows how long this suit will hold out against a dragon and a wolf?

“Captain! Can you hear me?”

Your attention is shattered by Nitori’s voice in the earpiece. “Nitori, I have no time for chatters. What do you want?”

“You have a minute to spare?”

“I have no time for that!” you reprimand.

“Oh, okay. I’ll cut this short, Captain. Just shout this phrase: MAXIMUM STRENGTH.”

“What? You’re expecting me to say that?”

“It’s voice command! I added the feature so that you don’t have to manually switch between modes during combat!”

“Boss! Are you talking to yourself?” Meiling asks.

“Uh, Captain? We can hear that loud and clear,” Momiji points.

“Just say it! Hurry!”

MAXIMUM STRENGTH.

A surge of power seeps through the augmented skin. Oooooh, what is this strange feeling wrapping your legs? You feel like you want to jump into the air and drop kick onto your opponents. In fact…

“Hah!!”

You leap upward. So high that you almost hit the ceiling. You plant your feet on the ceiling, bend your knees, and propel yourself back to the floor. You quickly somersault in midair, extending your legs so that both your boots are aimed at your opponents.

“Holy shit!” Meiling and Momiji roll out, and a crater is formed as your drop kick makes contact with the floor. With no regards of dust and debris, you leap out of the crater and charge at Meiling. You throw your fist at her face, forcing her to plant her feet firmly on the floor as she blocks the strike with her arms crossed.

“Hey! I call BS on that!” Meiling calls out, frowning.

“What? I didn’t use explosives, so that won’t disqualify me, did I?” you point out.

“Uh, yeah, you have a valid reason. But still!!” A fist smashes into your side, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re sent flying. You twist in the air and land in a crouch, barely avoiding a group of onlookers who have scurried to safety.

“Whatever technique he’s using, is it even legal?” Momiji asks.

“Well, he said he didn’t use any explosives or firearms, so it’s allowed,” Meiling answers. “But…”

“But?” Both you and Momiji ask.

“I guess it’s time we forgo all rules and regulations.” Her fists are glowing in bright orange colour, and she opens a stance that’s reminiscent to a crouching tiger. “This fight is supposed to be between Big Boss and I. I’m sorry if you’re involuntarily dragged in.”

“Do you want me to yield?” Momiji asks.

“It’s your choice. Neither of us wants to involve you in this. Right, Boss?” You nod.

“Very well.” Momiji lowers her sword. Seeing her doing this gesture reluctantly makes you feel sorry for her; perhaps you can compensate by issuing a formal challenge to her.

“TYRANT RAVE!”

And a loud, bone-shaking explosion rocks the arena. Almost all of the crowd are running to whatever safe spot they can find. You, Meiling and Momiji careen your head to a newly created hole on the wall and see a sinister figure walking out of the cloud of dust…

…and it turns out to be none other than the chairperson herself.

“Uh, Miss Flandre?”

“Well, I thought ganging up on the captain is kind of unfair, so I decided to even the odds!” She flicks her pointer finger at Momiji. “You! Don’t throw the towel just yet! I’ll be your opponent!”

“Uh… okay, I’ll accept your challenge, but where’s your weapon?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handicap myself with this.” She pulls a giant lighter with stick out of nowhere. You almost want to ask her for the uncalled for action, but she merely shoots you a thumbs’ up. “Okay, captain! Show me which one is better! Nanosuit, or five thousand years of Chinese martial art?”

“Am I allowed to go all out?”

“Let ‘er rip!” Flandre chirps.

“If that’s the case.” You let out a loud battle cry and charge ahead. Maximum Speed kicks in just before you throw a burst of rapid-fire strikes at Meiling, and she’s forced to backpedal and manoeuvre to dodge this lightning-fast attack.

“My turn now!” Her fists are glowing as she mirrors the rapid-fire strikes, faster and more vicious than yours. It’s your turn to backpedal, though instead of dodging in improbable ways you throw you as many strikes as you can to nullify hers.

You over-extend yourself with your last punch, and by the time you readjust yourself it’s already too late as Meiling has sidestepped away from the blow. “Man, if the Onis see you fighting like this, they’d be ass over tits!” She drives her knee just below your ribcage. You respond by grabbing her waist and throw her up. She twists and kicks herself back toward you. Maximum Armour kicks in, and your suit absorbs much of the strike as her glowing fist leaves its mark on your helmet. “I should introduce you to Yuugi after this!”

You reel back and counterattack with a roundhouse. “You think she’d enjoy it?”

She catches your kick and places her palm on your chest. “I guarantee you! She’d appreciate a good fighter like you!” A strong burst of energy knocks you away from her, sending you through the hole. A kick lands on your chest, and you’re driven deep into the snow. You let out a very pained groan as Meiling jumps off you and out of the fresh crater in the ground. “Shit, man. I think I overdid it. Are you okay, Boss?”

“…I’m fine.” You struggle to even kneel, and even so the overwhelming strength of Meiling’s kick has done extensive damage to your suit. The helmet has stopped regenerating and retracts, exposing your bruised and battered head. “I would be already dead if this armour didn’t absorb that amount of force.”

“But you didn’t.” She offers you her hand, and you smirk at her before you allow her to pull you up. “Well? Think you can still keep up, Boss?”

“Let’s do one more round, and we’ll call it a day.” You step back, and she mirrors your steps until the two of you are out of reach for each other.

“You know, what? It’s been a long, long time since I’ve met someone who could take me head-on.” She smiles. “Okay, even if that someone kind of cheated and resorted to nanosuit.”

“And your point is?”

“I have so much fun fighting you! I mean, wow! I must have awakened a sleeping bear! This must be the true strength of the Red Army, isn’t it?” She flexes her fingers as she carefully studies your next move.

You crack your knuckles. “A bear, you say?” She merely chuckles and does the crouching tiger stance again. The orange glow appears again, not just around her knuckles but also around her foot.

[ ] She kicks, you kick. She punches, you punch. She head-butts, you head-butt. An eye for an eye. Blood for blood.
[ ] A battle is not just about brute force. Show them that you have finesse, too!
[ ] Time to apply what your father had taught from his tour in the East.
[ ] Charge! Onward! For glorious Mother Russia! URA!

Scarlet Devil Mansion exploded? Why, this is now a Touhou comic!
>> No. 25994
[x] A battle is not just about brute force. Show them that you have finesse, too!
>> No. 25995
[x] Time to apply what your father had taught from his tour in the East.

Remember the basics.
>> No. 25996
[x] Time to apply what your father had taught from his tour in the East.
>> No. 25997
[T] Time to apply what your father had taught from his tour in the East.

For many years, Siberia lay un-colonized. Long before the Russians, the vast expanses land laid sparsely inhabited, ripe for the taking by any local power house. Yet, although the Chinese dynasties, and even the infamous MONGOLS had access to the vast tracks of land long before Russia, they chose not to take it. Perhaps it was due to lack interest, or due to self satisfaction with the vast tracks of land they either owned or conquered. Yet I believe that it was simply because they lacked the will to face down the environment itself: the arctic conditions are far from hospitable in the northern regions. It took an especially hardy type of people to settle and conquer the great Siberia Taiga and Tundra, the Russian. Show them the might that was born in the cold winters of the East!

Also, Russia lost the Russo-Japanese War of 1905 primarily because of naval failures if I recall correctly, not because of land.
>> No. 25998
>>25997
I thought it lost due to its naval forces there being sent on to the ass end of the world and were barely running on fumes when they finally reached the Sea of Japan, whereas the Japanese were operating within an area very close to Japan and thus their supply lines were much less vulnerable and much, much shorter? Ironically, I heard the Japanese army was shit during the Battle and pretty much only won due to going over a rampart of their dead.
>> No. 25999
>>25998
I hope you voted already; if not you should go and do so.
>> No. 26000
[X] A battle is not just about brute force. Show them that you have finesse, too!

Show them... the bear dance.
>> No. 26012
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Welp, guys. Looks like my computer decided to die on me yesterday, which means I won't be able to do some writing for quite a long time. At least, until I get enough funding to buy myself new PC. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I had to let this be known in case people start thinking I'm dropping my stories after this incident. Good thing I've everything backed up, otherwise I'd be in total despair.
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[c] A battle is not just about brute force. Show them that you have finesse, too!
[c] Time to apply what your father had taught you from his tour in the East.


Your father. What would your father do if he was in your shoes? Would he run away? Would he yield? No, of course not. He would fight back, but he wouldn’t use just brute strength. Besides, didn’t he teach you that a battle is also about finesse?

“What did I tell you about taking an attack head on? Do not resist, because the harder you resist the harder you will fall. Be like the wind; soft yet resilient, tender yet unpredictable. After all, a gentle breeze will topple even the most firmly planted tree.”[i]

“Ready or not, here I come!”

You’re so engrossed in your mind that you didn’t notice Meiling pouncing at you, until her burning fist is dangerously close to your face. Perhaps because of your father’s advice, or perhaps of the experience of fighting in close quarters, your hand raises on its own and gently parry her knuckle, before you lunge forward to land an elbow strike on her exposed torso-

“Hah! I won’t fall into that trick again!”

…that’s when you suddenly twist on your heel-

“Wait what?”

…so that instead of elbowing her-

“You’ve got to be-”

…you both parry her follow-up kick and stand on your hand-

[i]“Gotcha.”


…kick her high into the air-

“Oh what the shit…”

…chase after her-

“Haaa!!”

…clamp your legs around her waist-

“URAAA!!”

…dive back into the ground below-

FHWUMP

And just like that, both you and Meiling are inside a snow crater. Silence envelops the area as you slowly rise into view. Looking around you, you notice the audience staring at you with eyes wide open, and that’s when you feel the ground behind you trembling. Slowly you turn around, and you find yourself facing an irate gatekeeper.

“What did I tell you about not exposing your back to the enemy?”

Meiling’s left hook finds its mark. You would’ve been sent across the ground right now if it isn’t for the nanosuit’s armour automatically deployed to absorb the brunt of the punch.

“Guess not.” A lightning fast is aimed at your throat, and you immediately dodge to the side before retaliating with a roundhouse. Meiling’s pained groan escapes her throat, allowing you to grab her neck and perform a choke slam. You quickly jump away to safety before Meiling can catch you.

“That was cheating, you know!” she complains. You shrug helplessly and open your stance.

“It’s not cheating! It’s called a change in tactics,” you point out.

“Oh, okay then. If that’s the case!” She reassumes her stance… only that instead of keeping her feet planted, she hops about like a rabbit. She even loosens her fists to the point that she’s dropped the gesture entirely. Wary of your opponent’s tactic, you bring your fists forward as you begin a steady advance towards her. She waits until you’re within a few feet before-

“WATA!!!”

A sudden rush of pain on your chest is all you’re away of seconds before you’re sent flying across the ground. You manage to correct your body before you crash, and your feet dig furrows into the earth until you slide into a halt. What just happened? You swear to yourself that you got punched by Meiling, but how could you not see that coming?

Oh fuck it!

You cross your arms to block Meiling’s fist of fury. The armour actually cracks under pressure, and you can see bits flying in every direction as whatever material that’s fused into the armour disintegrates. Meiling follows that up with a left hook on your side, knocking the air out of you.

“Your nanosuit is impressive, but it’s no match!” She kicks you on the chest. “Against five-thousand years!” Another kick on your belly. “Of Chinese history!” She does that weird battle cry again, before a powerful shoulder tackle sends you tumbling like a ragdoll.

Eventually your roll comes to a stop, and the nanosuit is all but done for as you struggle to regain your posture. Sounds of alarm buzz loudly inside your earpiece, pieces of armour fall off your body, and your limbs are shaking. Meiling is seen sizing you up, making various noises and such as she walks back and forth in front of you. Damn, if this wasn’t a danmaku battle you could’ve whipped out your spellcards and announced them right here, right now.

“Do you yield, Big Boss?”

No, not yet. There is one last thing you need to do before you throw the towel.

Keeping your stance upright, you press a button on your arm. In seconds the nanosuit separates from your skin and flows seamlessly into the ground, before it reverts into its stored form. Free from the alien third skin, you stretch and twist your liberated limbs for a few seconds before you turn your attention to Meiling.

“You know what you’re doing right now is suicidal,” Meiling says as she slowly approaches you.

“The armour’s busted, so why bother,” you shrug and make your advance towards her.

“Points taken.” Once again she halts when she’s a few feet away from you, although she doesn’t do anything this time. You remain still, carefully assessing your opponent for any subtle movement she may make.

“Can I ask you something, though?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“I’m very certain the technique you used just now isn’t Chinese martial art. What is it called, and where did you learn it?”

She moves one step forward. “You don’t know? It’s Jeet Kun Do, it’s very popular at the outside world! Its founder is even popular! Hell, he’s my favourite hero after the Big Boss!”

You slightly sidestep to the right. “Is that strange noise a part of the, uh, Jeet Kun Do as well?”

Meiling mirrors your movement. “Why, yes! It’s practically his trademark yell, too! Say, you mentioned Chinese martial art. Do you happen to practice it?”

You make two steps backward. “A little. Learned it from my father. Came in handy during my tour in Stalingrad. Why?”

She mirrors that movement as well. “Your steps were ungainly, and your punches were off. But that can be fixed. Care to train with me?”

“I’ll consider it.” You stop moving, and she stops moving too. Your fist is now less than an inch away from hers, and they’re almost touching each other. Eyes bore deeply into each other, as you and your opponent are locked in intense staring contest.

“By the way, Big Boss?”

“What is it?”

“Did you know that the motto ‘don’t think, feel’ was originally coined by him?”

“Who is this ‘him’ you’re talking about?”

“I’ll tell you, after I beat you! WATA!!”

She punches. You block. She kicks. You jump. She head-butts, you duck. She grabs your shirt. You push yourself out of the way. She throws a hundred fists of fury. You parry all of them. Flurries of fists and kicks of fury rain down on you as Meiling pushes you across the ground, with you on the defensive all the time. Your plan is to wear her out and launch a counterattack when she runs out of energy, but with the amount of attacks she’s dishing it’s going to take a while before the window of opportunity is open.

Oh, she’s getting all riled up now. It’s just a matter of time before she falters. Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

She’s miscalculated her steps. She’s now bogged in the snow. An opening!!

You let out a battle cry of your own and lunge forward. A sudden rush of adrenaline is felt as you throw as many punches and kicks on your opponent as you can muster. You might have lost the advantages of the nanosuit, but your attacks come out faster than when you were inside the armour. In fact, you think all the attacks are lifting her off the ground. Maybe you should slow down a bit-

She’s caught your fist in mid-flight.

Or maybe not.

“Too slow!” Her free hand begins to glow brightly, and Meiling lifts it high over her head. “It’s my turn now! Prepare yourself!”

Oh really now? You still have your other hand freely dangling by your side. Your fingers curl into the shape of a ball, and you thrust your newly formed fist just as Meiling’s is close to hitting you-

“CLENCH YOUR TEETH!!”

Your punch on Meiling’s right cheek, and Meiling’s fist on the left side of your face.

Urgh. A cross-counter?!

Both of you are sent flying away from each other and across the arena. You crash on the brick wall, while Meiling crashes on a tree. The audience falls silent, with everyone looking back and forth between the bear and the dragon. Chatters are heard as people suddenly erupt in massive applause, but you have no idea who they’re cheering for as your sense of hearing goes numb. You no longer care who wins and who loses, and you no longer care about everything.

…oh, you’re done for…
>> No. 26050
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>>26049

“The armour’s destroyed! All my works and dedications are for nothing!”

“Cheer up, Nitori! At least you can still salvage its parts, right?”

“B-but my greatest masterpiece! I’m in despair…”

“He’s pretty gutsy, discarding the armour and taking her attacks head on.”

“You think? Hell, you should see what he did to those invading soldiers at the graveyard. Ooo, scary, scary.”

“I hope Captain Ivanov is alright. Doesn’t he have a dinner with Lady Kaguya to attend tonight?”

“He better be, because I’ll surely be disappointed if he doesn’t.”

“Oh my! Mister Ivanov is injured? Let me take care of him~ ♥”

“Touch him again, and you’re history, little devil.”

“Why? Jealous of this charming devil, princess? Say it isn’t so~ ♥”


This is becoming all too familiar; lying down on something unconscious while people are talking around you. It’s like history repeating itself all over again, and you don’t like the feeling of this. Still, hearing those familiar voices make you feel at peace; at least you are safe and sound.

Are you?

You force your eyelids open. You look up. It’s Kaguya, Mokou, Remilia, Sakuya, Flandre, Koakuma, Anne and the three Russian fairies. Just as you expected, they’re staring down at you in a mixture of worry and relief. You open your mouth to speak, only to find your throat too dry and sore.

“I think we should tell him what happened,” Sakuya suggested. Wait, what happened to you? Did you lose the fight or something? “Anne, would you kindly?”

“Yes, Miss Sakuya.” Anne steps forward and approaches you. “It was a double KO. Or was it double KO? The fact is, both you and Miss Meiling punched each other in the face and uh…” She scratches her head. “At least, you turned out to be alright! Yes, that’s it! You’re alright, that matters. Right?”

If lying down in bandages counts as alright.

“The thing is, the fight was too furious for us to follow! I mean, kicks and punches and arm-bars and head-butts!” Nitori is next. “And the captain just HAD to discard the armour and fight Meiling head-on! At least he should wear it to the end…”

“Weren’t you complaining about your masterpiece damaged beyond repair a while ago?” Mokou asks. At once Nitori’s shoulders slump and she stoops her head in despair.

“Eh, at least he’s not dead. I won’t be happy if my guest is dead and not able to attend his special dinner,” Remilia’s turn is next. “And before you ask, Meiling is alright; don’t worry about her. Got several broken ribs, had a black eye, bruised and battered, but nothing ancient Chinese medication can’t fix.” The scarlet devil places her hands on her hips. “Want to know something? You just gave her the fight of the lifetime! Nobody in my experience had ever put her on the defensive! Okay, that ‘nanosuit’ probably helped a bit, but I’ll be damned if you didn’t. hell, I could consider offering you a position as the second gatekeeper if I would.”

“He’s a bear, of course he can take them all. Right, captain?” Mokou asks.

You turn your attention to Koakuma. You feel a dry lump in your throat when her smile turns impish, almost as if she wants to pounce on you and do indecent things on you in front of the audience. In fact, she’s going to do exactly that!

“Koa, don’t,” Remilia warns.

“Not even you, Remi? Aw, boo-hoo, shame on you~” the red-haired woman complains. “Where’s the fun of having a man to yourself when you can share with someone else? Right, princess~♥”

“You’re not helping, you know that,” Sakuya points out.

“Hmph! Fine, so be it.” Koakuma turns away and walks toward the door, though not before she turns her head and blows a kiss at you (complete with hip swaying, too!). You have no idea why she would do that, or why is Kaguya trembling in utter anger.

“I swear to myself that little devil is going to cause so much trouble to Eientei sooner or later,” Remilia grumbles.

“If only because she wants him as much as Kaguya is, milady,” Sakuya says.

You cop a feel of your body. You ought to feel intense pain, and you should, but instead you only get mild sting. You’re stumped; could it be that Meiling had it easy on you? That’s impossible, because you swear you could feel the force of each punch and kick your body had taken.

…and that’s when you notice Flandre staring at you in intrigue. What is it this time?

“You look like shit,” Flandre answers your question.

Remilia and Sakuya stare at the young Scarlet slack-jawed.

The Russian fairies gasp.

Anne palms her face.

Mokou shrugs her shoulders.

Kaguya is not amused.

“Since when look do count for shit in the mansion?” you’re finally able to speak.

“It counts! Because this is Gensokyo, baby!” Flandre declares. She coughs afterwards and corrects herself. “Alright, I wasn’t joking when I said that. I tell you, Meiling’s got a fistful of fury on you! How did you survive that? You have to tell us!”

“Tell us! Tell us!” the Russian fairies say in unison.

“Everyone, it would be unwise to bother our guest anymore. Please follow me,” Sakuya says as she guides them to the door. Flandre and the Russian fairies harrumph but follow Sakuya anyway, with Mokou and Nitori the next as Anne guides them to the exit.

“Take a rest, Mister Ivanov. You’ve earned it. If you need anything, Sakuya will be ready to help.” She smiles, revealing her sharp fangs for you to see. “And enjoy your time with your precious~!” That causes both you and Kaguya to blush, and Remilia snickers at your reaction before she takes her leave. Moments of silence soon follow, as you and Kaguya stare at each other awkwardly. So awkward you’re not sure if you should just go to sleep and…

Well, maybe not now.

You throw your arm over your eyes. “…I’m done for,” you mutter.

“Serves you right, soldier.” Kaguya smiles. “That was one fine display of bravery and sportsmanship, though. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, princess.”

“Well, you heard the landlady! Rest up, for tonight we’re going to spend the night together.” She hurls at you, arms tightening around you in a bearlike hug, and you let out a pained yelp when your arms start stinging. “Oh, sorry! I should be careful.”

“Please warn me next time before you hug me,” you tell her.

“Nope. Not going to happen.” She hugs you again. “You’re warm, you’re cuddly, and you’re huggable. I’m not going to let anyone have you.”

…very possessive, isn’t she?

“Anyway, I want to tell you something, and it’s kind of important, but…” She trails off, and then falls silent as she clenches her hand on your shirt. “…let’s save it for the dinner, shall we?” You can’t argue with her regarding that. Wordlessly you bring your arms about her and hold her as close as you can. Everything can wait until dinner, after all.

Still, you have to ask. “Was it really a draw?”

“You might not know it, but you were declared the winner,” Kaguya answers. “It looked like a draw, and everyone thought it would end as it was, but Meiling conceded and handed over the victory to you. Said she wouldn’t mind having a rematch with you. Everyone agreed, and that was it.”

Remembering the punches and kicks you got from her make you wince slightly. Note to self: her physical strength is not to be taken lightly. “…I should go visit her after this,” you mumble.

Kaguya hugs you again, humming the first verse of ‘Moscow Nights’ – in Russian, unsurprisingly, given how fluent she is in the language. You sing along, and she giggles approvingly as you run your fingers through her tresses. “Maybe you should… after I’m done hugging you, of course~”

“You’re such a spoiled lady, you know.”

“Hey, I am not!”

All and all, it’s just another peaceful day in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. I’m sorry, were you expecting the place to blow up in an explosive grand finale? Sorry, but this is no Touhou comic, no sir.

…well, maybe next time when we go to the underground and spar with Gensokyo’s very own humanized Topol-M.


[ ] POV switch?
- [ ] Eirin.
- [ ] Reisen.
- [ ] Anne.
- [ ] Meiling.
- [ ] Shinano.
- [ ] Yamato.
- [ ] Musashi.
- [ ] Sacchin.
[ ] Skip straight to dinner. Time to maximize our points with lunatic princess. And perhaps propose her to marriage on this faithful night~

Almost tempted to write a naughty scene with Koakuma (who wouldn’t?), but I’m refraining myself from that. Anyway, sorry for the absolute delay, so here you go. Dear god, re-reading this story’s old threads made me laugh at my own incompetence as a writer back then. Good time, good time.
>> No. 26051
[x] Skip straight to dinner. Time to maximize our points with lunatic princess. And perhaps propose her to marriage on this faithful night~

I'd be more inclined for the PoV choice if not for how long I've waited for this update. As for the Koakuma thing, it wouldn't feel right in this story. My idea to get a suit for Kaguya had some unintended effects.
>> No. 26052
[x] Skip straight to dinner.

Eh, not really that interested in a PoV switch when there's romantic dinners to be had.
>> No. 26053
[T] Skip straight to dinner.

Glad you're back.
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[c] Skip straight to dinner date. Time to maximize our points with lunatic princess. And perhaps propose her to marriage on this faithful night~

“Can’t I just choose my own clothes?”

“You’re not allowed to do it, Yuri. Not under my supervision. A special event demands special attire, and a special attire requires special attention.”

“You don’t have to jump at the chance, you know that Alice?”

“Why? Can’t I show you my appreciation? Besides, I just happened to overhear the conversation you had with Remilia.”

“You just happened to overhear.”

“Did I do anything wrong? I didn’t, did I? Now please stay still; I’m trying to take your measurements.”

You sigh in defeat. There’s no use arguing with Alice, especially when she’s as committed as right now. Especially when her dolls are manoeuvring around you to help her with the measurement, holding scissors dangerously close to your face. You have no choice but to stay still and let the puppeteer do her work.

Kaguya, on the other hand, is at the other side of the dress room with Sakuya, and you can hear the excitement in her voice as she’s trying out everything in the wardrobe. Your mind begins to wonder; what kind of dress will she be wearing? You’re hoping as hell she doesn’t pick up skimpy attire, as you know she’s not the kind of person who’s into sexy stuff. Maybe one of the traditional outfits? But she already has those at Eientei, and she’s told you once that she’s grown tired of them, so…

“Do you hear that? She sounds very happy,” Alice notes.

“You think?” you ask, dodging Shanghai as she passes by your head.

“Why are you still very doubtful, Yuri? This is your special day, and I suggest that you treasure it as much as you can.” She furrows her eyebrows when you dodge the passing-by doll. “Please stay still, Yuri. You’re interrupting my work.”

“How am I supposed to not move with your dolls zipping around?”

“Sigh… fine. Shanghai, Hourai, would you kindly?” With a flicker of her fingers, you suddenly get entangled in puppet strings. Your protests are silenced when the dolls produce their weapons and aim them at you. “Thank you, Shanghai, Hourai. Well, then.”

You swear to yourself you see cat ears popping out of Alice’s hair as she and the dolls approach you. This can’t be good…



……

………

“Is it necessary for me to wear this?” You feel completely restricted in this winter coat Alice has tailored for you. You have to admire the speed of which she took to finish the coat given the limited time she had, but you still think it’s completely unnecessary for her to go to such extent.

“For the sake of this special occasion? Yes, it is.” Shanghai and Hourai, on the other hand, have fixed the wool scarf so that it doesn’t slip off your neck. “For your sake? Of course. For her sake? Definitely.”

“You should know that I’m not used to formality and things like that.”

“What? Going out for a date isn’t formal enough for you?” Alice giggles and steps forward as to fix your hat. “Besides, if luxurious dinner isn’t your type, you can always take her out for a walk. I heard tonight’s the best time for moon sighting, so there’s your chance.”

“Are you implying something?”

“Stop being so ignorant, okay? Oh, look. Kaguya’s here.”

You turn around just as Kaguya and Sakuya have returned from the dressing room. What greets you next is nothing short of amazement: the combination of pink sweater and black tights works like a charm, accentuating Kaguya’s womanly figure for your eyes to feast upon. Her Rapunzel tresses are tied up to form a ponytail, and even so it still reaches her waist. She doesn’t seem to notice your reaction as she’s spinning on her toes, as though she’s posing for imaginary cameras (and you think you heard a camera clicking behind one of the pillars too!).

“Well, I thought I wanted to try this sweater I found. Sakuya said it suits me,” Kaguya remarks and turns around to face you. “How do I look, Yuri?”

She’s… she’s gorgeous.

“Oh~? Looks like our little soldier is spellbound by the princess’ cuteness,” Remilia says as she’s joined the gathering.

“He’s shy, Remilia. It’s written all over his face.” You can feel yourself blushing from ear to ear at Alice’s remark. It doesn’t help that both the dolls have produced a sign out of nowhere that read in Russian: “he’s not shy! He’s just waiting for the right time to jump on her! Bow Chika Bow Wow~” Dolls, what the hell?

“They always say that a girl looks cute in sweaters, milady,” Sakuya points out.

“Well, why don’t you try?” Remilia asks.

“I’ll have to pass.”

“You’re chickening out? What a shame.”

“And a bomb is a poor choice in close quarter combat, milady.”

“You quote that Jensen guy one more time, and I’ll yank those steel nerves of yours, you perfect maid you.” Remilia then clasps her hands. “So! I assume our guests of honour are ready to enjoy the night, no?”

“Actually, Remilia, I think the two of us will just go out for a walk.”

Remilia’s grin drops in an instant. “Aw, I was hoping to serve you with the best banquet this mansion can offer.”

“I’m so sorry, but we’ll have our dinner on our next trip, maybe?” Kaguya apologizes. “You see, it’s been a hectic day for the two of us, and all I really wanted after all the troubles is to enjoy one quiet night with him.”

“Special feeling!” Shanghai and Hourai again express their excitement on their signboard. Shut up, dolls…

“Ah,” Remilia nods understandingly. “A moment to be cherished with your significant other. I can see the importance of enjoying it in peace.” She would then wave her hand dismissively as she continues: “eh, even if you didn’t stay, the rest of the households are already dying to have post-convention party. All is not lost, so you don’t have to worry about—”

“Did someone say party?!” Flandre appears out of nowhere and yanks Remilia on the collar. “Come! Let us party hard and get smashed six ways to Sunday! Because in Soviet Russia, party finds you!”

“We are not communist party, Flandre,” Remilia says.

“Silly sister, it’s because we’re the scarlet devils that we’re communist party,” Flandre replies.



……

………

Snow has started falling when the two of you arrive at the village, and Kaguya immediately drags you to Mystia’s food stall. The look of amusement on the night sparrow is imminent as you’re seated down, and you respond of sort with a frown.

“Don’t be such a killjoy, captain,” Mystia chirps. “You’re here because you’re on a date with her. I can tell you’re enjoying it as much as she is~”

Kaguya seizes your hand and tightly squeezes it. “Yes, we are~ and we’re going to enjoy every moment of it!” she declares.

“Oh yes, you should,” Mystia giggles. You get the feeling that she’s meant to direct the statement at you instead. “So! What can I do for you, Captain Ivanov?”

“Whatever Kaguya’s having, I take it,” you answer. “Oh, and vodka. Can’t enjoy the outing without good old vodka, da?”

You and Kaguya are served a few minutes later and dig in. “You know, Kaguya, this isn’t the best place for our date,” you say after blowing into the hot noodle.

“What? You wanted us to stay at the mansion and get distracted by their shenanigans again like this morning?” Kaguya replies. “No can do, Yuri. I’m having none of it. Not after you almost didn’t make it through the brawl.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, don’t just make that long face. Your meal’s cooling down; that’s not good.” You take a long slurp of the noodle and top it with a chug of vodka. “Oh, now that you’re here, here’s something that may be useful.”

“What is it?” you ask Mystia.

“You know that Anne and her junkyard friends are tsukumogami, aren’t you? Well, guess what? There’s another one.”

“Another one? Tank or warship?”

“According to my reliable source, an airplane. She’s often seen hanging out with Mokou at the bamboo forest.” Mystia leans in as though the next information is very secretive. “I think the border lady is amassing an army of mechanical tsukumogami. There have been rumours of a skirmish near the Graveyard of the Forgotten, so I think she must be taking extra precautions.”

“Or it may be the case of Yukari being Yukari.”

“Well, we can never guess what’s going on inside her head,” Mystia shrugs. “But eh, it’s not that there’ll be another incident involving them. Well, except for the one time one of the junkyard sisters went berserk and attacked Anne out of jealousy.”

“The last thing I want to see is another armed conflict,” you speak. Not after the bloody fight you had with the Lunarian soldiers at the junkyard. “And I won’t let anyone threaten Gensokyo, either. Not under my watch.”

“You can say that,” Mystia sighs. “I’ve lived through Bakumatsu era, Meiji era, Russo-Japanese war, both world wars, the Great Depression, the Cultural Revolution, the space race, Cuban missile crisis, and so on… thought the world would become a better wall after the Berlin Wall fell, but nope.” She pauses as to adjust her slipping apron. “Man, I missed my time with those chummy commies! They were the best bunch of customers I’ve ever had~”

“Well, we have our very own chummy commie over here,” Kaguya suggests.

“Cut it out,” you grumble. “I don’t know whatever you girls are talking about, seriously.”

“Oh, don’t mind his grumpiness.”

“Don’t mind if I do~ dig in, you two! Treat’s on me today~”

As snow continues to fall, you and Kaguya continue talking with Mystia over random topics before you continue the trip. After paying Mystia for the meals you head north of the village to the Forest of Magic. You haven’t forgotten about your associate Rinnosuke and have decided to pay him a quick visit.

“Ah, welcome to—oh? If it isn’t Mister Ivanov and Princess Kaguya.”

“Hello~!” Kaguya waves to Rinnosuke while you give him a simple salute. “We’re just dropping by to do window shopping! Hope you don’t mind~”

“Oh, hohoho, I don’t mind at all. Please! Enjoy your stay.” He then mutters under his breath “at least it isn’t the blasted red-white and black-white again…”

“Anything new and interesting?” you ask after taking seat at the desk.

“Not much, unfortunately,” Rinnosuke answers and passes you a vodka bottle. “There have been rumours of unregistered weapon crates appearing near the border lately, though.”

“They can’t walk across the border on their own. It has to be her doing.”

“Who else but her?” he agrees. “Still carrying your weapons, I see.”

He must have noticed your firearms concealed beneath your winter coat. “Can’t be too lax all the time, you know,” you say and allow him a glimpse of your M1911.

“Well, any gentleman would know it’s worth bringing firearms to protect his lady from all harms,” Rinnosuke chuckles. “After all, she’s waiting for your declaration of protection.”

“You’re implying something, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps I am, Mister Ivanov. Perhaps I am.”

“Yuri, look! Look!” Kaguya has approached you with an ushanka. “Can I have this? Can I? Can I?”

“Since when you’re under the impression that we’re on a shopping trip?”

“Aw, but I’m starting to like it already!”

“Fine, fine. You can have it—wait. I’m not supposed to pay for it, am I?”

“It’s hers for free. Nobody would bat an eye on it anyway.”

“Coolies! Thank you!” Kaguya giggles and puts it on her. “We are now Russians! Come, Yuri let’s march down the streets of Peterskaia and sing the echelon’s song!” she declares and yanks you off the seat, dragging you as she starts dancing to who played Korobelniki on the loudspeaker?



……

………

You’re back on the road. The impromptu dance has warmed you up, and coupled with a few more vodkas courtesy of Rinnosuke you think you can take on even the harshest winter of the night. The night’s still early too, and a bit of moon sighting before going home isn’t bad, either.

You take Kaguya to the lake and stay by its side. The snowfall has stopped, though it’s still frigidly cold; Kaguya has started rubbing her hands against each other and cupped them on her face. Sensing that she desperately needs to get warm you pull her into your winter coat and tuck her underneath it. Kaguya giggles happily and wraps her arms about you, then tiptoes herself on your boot as she stares up at you. You know what she wants, so you lean down and press your lips against hers, kissing her deeply and tenderly.

“Feeling cold now?” you ask as the kiss breaks.

“Not anymore.” She kisses you again and turns around so that her back is pressed against your chest. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, holding her as closely as you can. “The moon is surely beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

You look up to the moon. “Yes, it surely is.”

“Finally, quality time for just the two of us~” she sighs in delight. “No fairies to bother, no scarlet vampire to fight, no arenas to thrash… just you and me, standing next to a lake, watching the moon~”

“I can’t imagine a man would take you on a date like we do now,” you say.

“They all courted me just for my treasures,” she harrumphs. “All men were like that whenever they met me. Always aiming for my wealth instead of the person who was sitting right before them. Can you imagine how frustrating it was?”

You let her continue her rants, even as your hug has tightened. You’re pretty sure she has grabbed your hands and placed them on her chest, but you let that slide. It’s her moment, and you’re not in the position to ruin it.

“It’s not wrong to marry a woman for her wealth, but don’t let that be the only motivation.” You have rested your chin upon her head, silently watching the moon. “There are so many married couples out there that don’t make it to their first anniversary because both parties are never committed to each other, you know. I mean, what’s so hard about marrying a woman because you actually like her?”

“I don’t know. I was too busy serving my country to settle down.”

“Humph. You and your devotion to your country.”

“Hey. I was a soldier.”

“Sorry~”

Both of you kiss again. Feeling her moans of pleasure inside your mouth, you deepen the kiss and caress her willing body, touching everywhere your hands can reach. A shocked gasp escapes her mouth when you lightly squeeze her butt, and she murmurs something before you silence her, kissing her more hungrily than before. You break away from her before you get too carried away, and cuddle her afterwards to calm her protesting heart.

“Kaguya.”

“Yes, Yuri?”

Without any word, you pull away from Kaguya, step backward and drop onto your knee. You just remembered one of Shinki’s advices. You will not make her wait any longer. Consequences be damned, you’ll tell her tonight.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this, and I’m sorry if the waiting’s too long.” You then take her hand and clench it tightly. “The thing is… I should have listened to my own feeling, and I really should.”

“Y-Yuri?” Her face has turned bright red. Her hand is trembling. “What’s going on? What’s the meaning of…”

“There’s something I need to tell you, Kaguya. I…”

Extra Operation XX: Propose Lunatic Princess
[ ] Do it.
[ ] Don’t do it.
[ ] Genuflect.
[ ] <Retreat>
[ ] <Continue to Night Battle>

Come up with the cheesiest, corniest proposal line possible for our little soldier lost here, Anonymous. Implying that he’s ready to set sail across the sea of tranquillity.

Anyway, guess what? This story is back after, like, what? Months of hiatus? Prepare for yet another delay after this update’s posted, though. Can anyone believe how long this story has taken to come to this critical moment? I know I can’t. inb4 “Yuri/Kaguya porno when, S/at/A?”

For the uninitiated, Mystia was referring to Tiger tank girl Anne, battleship sisters Yamato and Musashi and their sister Shinano. No, Anon, they are not Kancolle version of Yamato and Musashi; I conceived them way before Kancolle even existed. See attached picture. Also, airplane girl? I wonder who that might be…

As you know, fasting month is only a few days away (at least that’s what my calendar is indicating). So before I forget happy early Ramadan, /eientei/ and TH-P.com~
>> No. 26711
[z] Do it.

Well that's one long hang time unhanged.
>> No. 26712
[x] Do it.

It's been long in coming.
>> No. 26731
[X] Do it.

I can't believe it, this is still alive! I have hope in humanity once again.
>> No. 26829
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26829
Sorry for the delay, but I'll be off on Aidilfitri vacation. I see if I can have this story ready to be updated, but until then keep on voting. We must help our little soldier proposing the lunatic princess of the moon in the best Russian way possible.

Before I forget, happy (early) 4th of July, Americans. It's been 240 years, isn't it? Have an American shipgirl.
>> No. 27976
>>26829
I am still waiting for that 'do it', CATA. Any updates?
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