>>21325 >And now you die.
[X] Tough girl, huh? Now that's... annoying. There should still be enough time to follow her... And attack when she's not in her miko armor. You've awakened a monster, Hakurei. A perverted monster.
How shameful, but no matter how hard I may try to deny it, I had not seen that coming. Only after she was done with... reversing my harass, did I consider the possibility of such an outcome. Belated thoughts that were of no help at all. That wretched miko stepped on my pride's demise, thus triggering something even she couldn't have seen coming. I shan't surrender just yet. Oh no. Perhaps it would be better to simply abide by her whim and do what I've been told to do, but the yearning of having my revenge is enough to drown the voice of reason out. Stepping forth a cure for said pride's demise, I lift myself off the ground and wipe my aching chin with a hand. The sand grains grate unpleasantly against the delicate skin. But it is of no importance. My chosen torture - willingly chosen, may I add - makes me stronger, in a life that craves the hunger of reaping the miko's delicious tears. I shall take in all the grim pleasure of infuriating her! You've awakened a monster, Hakurei!
Onward! - I quickly follow the direction in which she's departed mere seconds ago - To the sacred battlefield! There, the limits will be revealed. We shall see how much abuse can you take before breaking, Reimu Hakurei!
Drunk with the wish of revenge, I almost don't notice a small figure approaching from the opposite end of the corridor, but fortunately, it makes enough effort to regain my attention, just before it bumps into the lower part of my body too.
"Ah!" the figure, presumably the one I saw earlier, when my vision was still flawed, looks up at me, with mild, but genuine entertainment in her eyes. Orange hair, and a pair of grotesquely decorated horns sway along with the movements of her head. "You're up! How are you feeling?"
"Fine," I'm in hurry, but there's no need - and no will - to be rude to the one that was probably tending to my unconscious body "I guess. You're... Er, you're the one who took care of me, right?"
"Yep!" a smile stretches her lips, immediately repaying the oh-so-unsure kindness I've decided to treat her with "Ibuki Suika!"
She stretches out her small hand, which I quickly shake. Her petite hands feel like if they could be crushed if I squeezed any harder. Still, when I do try it out, her smile gets even wider. Peculiar kind of unfolding.
"Koganeiro. Koganeiro Nanatsuyoru." I shake it again "It is nice to meet someone so nice, given the attitude of the land lady," I add out of honesty "But alas, don't leave your post, as I might return on the shield again. In case I do," with those words, I let go of her hand, and give her a short, playful salute "I'll be counting on you."
Confusion crosses her face, but only for a second, soon getting substituted with that genuine smile again.
"Roger!" she returns that silly gesture of mine with cheerful fervor "But can I ask what you're going to do?"
What indeed. I cannot simply reveal the goal of my endeavors - it would strip them off their purpose, as well as make me look like a fool.
"I'm..." I make a pause, then dramatically turn away "Going to serve a justice that dwells in me. If I fail, I might not be able to call myself a man anymore."
I wish there was a gust of wind to sweep my hair and add to the pathos of those words - but then again - we're indoors. To hope for something like that would be stupid.
"Ooh." nevertheless, they still seem to have an effect on her, as she lets out an excited sigh "Good luck, then!"
"If I don't come back in ten minutes..." I say as I start walking away "... just wait a while longer."
And so I reach the sanctuary of my enemy - following a trail of unexplainable premonitions, I end up in front of a pair of doors, palpable warmth seeping from under the door frame, ensuring me of the accuracy of my search. This is it. I didn't want to resolve to this, but she's really crossed the line.
Without any regards for whatever sight might meet me behind it, I violently swing the door open and boldly step inside.
"You will not forget this de--..."
And immediately feel stupid for doing so. Instead of baths and naked girls, I see a quite narrow and cramped room, judging by the shelf with towels and wicker baskets, one meant to get undressed and/or dressed in. In layman's terms, a changing room. What instantly catches my attention is a freshly taken off set of red-and-white clothes, negligently curled into a ball and thrown into a corner. How careless of you, Hakurei. But hey! - it fits the impression you gave me earlier perfectly.
[ ] Steal a piece of her clothing.
--[ ] The dress.
--[ ] The shirt.
--[ ] The ribbon.
--[ ] The sarashi.
[ ] Nevermind those, the real prey awaits inside!
--[ ] Storm in like a madman.
--[ ] Calmly walk inside, no regard for her privacy whatsoever.
[ ] A just rage she ought to feel, but I value my integrity more. It's not a loss if there's no one to witness it. Tactical retreat.