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41628 No. 41628
Thread 1: >>41094

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[x] To spar.
 [x] Loser has to sleep at the opposite abode.

I strode back out, into the open. She wouldn’t get out of those habits on her own, so I decided to shake this up. Byakuren waited by the trees.

I turned and faced her, resting my left hand on my sword. Seiga didn’t help, but I still had one card up my sleeve. I threw my right hand out, shaku pointed at Byakuren. “We’re here to duel.”

She stepped out of the shade. “Excuse me?”

I shrugged my shoulders and let my right hand descend to my side. “We’re not reaching each other through conventional means. So, I’ve decided we need to speak in a more common language.”

She cocked her head. “Violence?”

“Magic bullet duels.”

She shook her head as she rolled her shoulders. “I can accept that. What are your terms?”

“Our beds.”

She froze, turning pink. “Excuse me?”

“The loser must rest in the winner’s abode. We’re companions now, after all, so we ought at least to do that much.”

She stared back, a slant to her eyes. “I think you want to sleep here.”

“Oh ho. You’ve got some fire now.”

She shook her head, face still as she balled one hand into a fist, which she pointed at me. “How many cards?”

“As many as you have.” Or in other words, the fight would continue, all out, until someone wore out or gave in. A choice normally reserved for intense, almost desperate encounters. Or extreme workouts, as in this case.

“So, you do want to sleep here.”

I growled back, half-playfully. “I’ll still win, darling.”

Lights gathered around us both as I swallowed my fears. Byakuren was savvy, but not as proficient as I in the social sphere. Yet in direct, one-on-one combat, the tables turned. I lifted off, into the air, my cape fluttering as I ascended. Byakuren hung below, hovering barely above the grass. Her head flitted between me and the temple.

I had beaten her almost as often as she bested me. Almost. And yet, despite the odds, I had no intention of suffering even this embarrassment here. I would win.

Byakuren fired off a volley of mixed, large and small, blue orbs. I glided out of the way, only to find her retreating away and into the sky.

Cross, I pursued her, right into a solid wall of large blue balls with smaller tails. One of the tails clipped me as I slipped through. I grunted through its sting, but otherwise shrugged it off.

I fired off my own volley of golden arrowheads, wide and tightly packed, as I wove through her own bullets. This would have come across as a spectacular show of fireworks at night, as very few natives commanded the level of firepower we wielded. But even as I wove between the heavy blue spheres and their deceptive tails, I only found myself wondering who would be the first to start this battle in earnest.

Then, in a flash, Byakuren had surged across my vision in tight, impossibly quick zig-zags. I lurched back, anticipating the utter swarm of tiny bullets that followed. She chose well, too. My talents gave me an edge in baiting out and misdirecting aimed shots, but these floated at random. Perhaps we’d fought a few too many times. She stopped, almost within arm’s reach before floating back.

She revved up for another run.

[ ] I kept my distance, leaving my options open.

[ ] I pressed in close at the next lull.

[ ] I fired off my own card.

[ ] Write-in.

Votes End:
Quit livin' in the past

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>> No. 41803
[X] I visited the ravine to check in with the local kappa, first.

They know something. Mom detective is on the case.
>> No. 41809
[x] I stopped by to learn more of my ‘daughter’s’ fate.

Let's keep being a responsible parent. Somewhat.
>> No. 41813
I came down with a cold a few days ago. I thought I could write through it, so I didn't say anything. I was wrong.

Basically, I'll still try to write the update 'cause I want to, but odds are good at this point it'll take another few days. Just poppin' in to note I ain't dead or disinterested, just preoccupied.
>> No. 41814
>>41813
get well soon!
>> No. 41818
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[x] I stopped by to learn more of my ‘daughter’s’ fate.

I turned toward the nearby forest, following that voice. Stepping into the trees, I heard the sound a nearby brook babbling as dead twigs and leaves crunched beneath my feet. I soon found the goddess, who flinched as she turned to face me.

She was a beauty, in her own way. Long emerald hair flowed from her scalp, around her neck, into a shared ribbon resting on her chest. Sure, the hair was rather frizzy, but the crimson ribbon atop it and the matching dress below served as excellent contrasts to that distinctive color.

The green swirl on the side was a bit much, though. She blinked, seemingly hoping I’d be the first to speak.

An opportunity I could not turn down.

“Good afternoon, Lady Goddess. May I ask your name?”

“Oh? I’m Hina. Hina Kagiyama. You shouldn’t be here.”

I took a step back. “How rude. Should the menreiki avoid these woods as well?”

Her eyes widened. “The menreiki? Do you know her?”

“Of course. I’m her father. Mother…” I paused, thinking. “Let’s just say I’m her parent. One of them.”

“Your familial ties are no concern of mine. Humans don’t belong here.”

I held a hand over my mouth in mock offense. “Me? A human? Please, that was centuries ago.”

“Do you wish to play word games?”

“I’m quite straightforwardly ex-human. Hermit, if you must know. Now, could you let me know what happened to my poor daughter?”

She scowled. “Nothing yet. You should teach her some manners if you’re so worried.”

I waved it off. “I think she might be akin to a child. We’re trying, but she’s stubborn. If you’d be so kind as to point me in the right direction, I could try to help you.”

Hina blinked again. “A child?”

I paused. “Did you… miss the event? Big religious brawl? Tore through half the village, plus some countryside?”

“Oh, a religious fight.” She rubbed her head. “I watched a couple fights by the river. She had something to do with that?”

“She instigated them, in her own way. We had to fix her up a little.”

“I see.”

She wanted to get back to her… doll floating thing. Something about curses—no—misfortune…

Ah. The Nagashi-bina. She carried away misfortune, most likely.

“Has she caused you harm?”

Hina sighed. “No. She just hounded me about some conspiracy theory.”

[ ] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.

[ ] I asked where Kokoro went.

[ ] I asked about the mountain.

[ ] I offered my condolences.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/02/20(Wed)19:00

>> No. 41819
[x] I asked where Kokoro went.
>> No. 41820
[X] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.
>> No. 41821
[x] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.
>> No. 41822
[X] I asked where Kokoro went.

Eyes on the prize, find that girl!
>> No. 41823
[X] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.
>> No. 41824
[x] I asked where Kokoro went.

The good thing about knowing what people want is that we're aware when we're being bothersome
>> No. 41835
>She scowled. “Nothing yet. You should teach her some manners if you’re so worried.”

Jeez Hina tell us how you really feel ya cunt.

[X] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.

Preferably with a healthy dose of sass.
>> No. 41858
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[x] I asked about Kokoro’s actions.

“A conspiracy theory? May I hear more?”

Hina grunted, turning aside. “With the Moriya gods, of all people! I insisted I had nothing to do with it, but she kept pestering me.”

That was odd. Had she gone unstable again? Was my beautiful mask not enough? Did I need to chase down that damn satori again? Or had she taken some of my words a little too seriously?

“Did she at least do something to interfere with your work or hobbies?”

Hina sighed. “No, she just kept yammering.”

I circled around to her side, sliding one hand out to pat her back. “I think we both know our fair share of locals known for little other than talking your ear off.”

She pouted, turning away again. “Well, I don’t.”

I heard something bizarre from her mind. Attention. She wanted… she was lonely.

Yet there was a nerve cut and laid bare, raw.

By Kokoro. Giving her attention.

Odd.

She turned back, looking at me only from the corners of her eyes. “I assume you wish to intrude as well?”

I turned around, looking to the mountain. “Are you sure you’re not just a little paranoid? I simply wish to find my daughter and resolve whatever confusion she may have caused.”

And keep her from getting too attached to Byakuren, but no one needed to know that.

I spared a glance back to Hina, whose closed eyes and neutral brow suggested careful thought.

I tapped my foot. “She didn’t push or attack you? She didn’t steal anything or engage you in any duels?”

“No.” Hina sighed, sitting down on a nearby rock. “She only asked insulting questions and insisted I knew something I didn’t.”

Her desires, though far less muddled than Byakuren’s, displayed a distinct, knotted intensity. She believed what she said, but I doubted I could trust her testimony.

I rubbed an earmuff. “An inquisition of sorts, then. Do you think she harassed others in a similar manner?”

She paused. “I… suppose she might have. Why?”

“I’m just putting a picture together.” I looked ahead, peering through the canopy to the mountain’s silhouette. “They won’t appreciate my presence, will they?”

Hina’s chest heaved. “No. They certainly won’t.”

“By the way, you don’t remember what her conspiracy theory was, do you?”

“No. Something about you and Byakuren, and some inanity about a wedding.”

I couldn’t decide whether to chuckle or groan. In my indecision, I did neither.

Instead, I tapped my chin, considering how best to pursue Kokoro’s trail.

[ ] I invited Hina to follow.

[ ] I slipped inside the Moriya Shrine.

[ ] I slipped inside the Tengu Village.

[ ] I just flew up.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/02/28(Thu)19:00

>> No. 41859
That took way too long, but here we are. Unfortunately, I'm also planning to put serious time into the Nanowrimo reward I'd promised, so updates may remain about this slow for a few weeks.
>> No. 41860
[x] I invited Hina to follow.

If she wants attention, she should have it. If she doesn't, she can refuse.
>> No. 41861
[x] I slipped inside the Moriya Shrine.
>> No. 41863
[X] I invited Hina to follow.
[X] Tell her about our marriage
Don't give away that it's a sham though, that'd go against the spirit of the deal
>> No. 41872
[X] I invited Hina to follow.

Sure, why not? Seems like she could use the company.
>> No. 41882
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[x] I invited Hina to follow.

I stepped toward the mountain. “Follow me.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“You could use some company. I want someone the tengu would find less threatening.”

“They don’t trust me either.”

“They like me less. Trust me.”

I floated forward, glancing back over my shoulder. She held still.

I sighed. “It would be an excellent chance to voice your complaints to her, wouldn’t it?”

“She didn’t listen last time.”

I smiled. “You have me now, don’t you?”

“Do I?”

I sighed. “You’d have my ear, at the least.”

Hina huffed. “Very well.” She stepped forward.

I took off, flying high over the trees and toward the foothills. As I climbed ever higher to keep pace with the earth’s rapid ascent below, I heard hints of Hina’s problem close behind.

Kokoro’s attention was… wrong. That did not surprise me. It wasn’t that it was too hostile, though. Instead it was too… pointed. Directed.

“…I don’t get many visitors.”

I tapped my chin, thinking as I crested the first hill. “Something to do with your domain?”

“I gather misfortune.”

“It scares people away, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Disappointment there, a desire expected and unmet. Perhaps Kokoro had only rattled this goddess.

“I could perhaps—”

“Halt.”

I halted. I floated above the highest hills, just before the mountain’s face. Two white wolf tengu flanked me, both wielding round shields, the left armed with a glaive, to the right a scimitar. The one with the glaive had her hair in a ponytail, the other short and choppy. Both wore plain tengu dress of subtly different colors and decorations, with dark skirts and those detached sleeves that became so popular since I revived.

And the usual red tokin caps with their fuzzball strings.

The left spoke first. “State your business.”

Their eyes and their concerns flicked between myself and Hina. She worried them more than I.

“I am Miko,” I paused. Their hostility flared, now focused almost entirely on me. I harrumphed, staring back at them. “I’m here for my daughter.”

They hesitated. Perhaps there was some value to treating her like family after all. I softened my eyes. “I heard terrible stories about her behavior. Did she come this way?”

The wolves exchanged glances.

The scimitar-armed one spoke next. “Is this your business?”

“Of course. What other business could I have here?”

The glaive-wielder spoke up. “We can handle whatever trouble she may or may not have caused. If we need restitution, we’ll visit you.”

Kokoro caused them trouble. Her voice alone told me that.

“So, she’s here.”

Ms. Glaive flinched, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.

Her companion groaned. “I’m sure we can send a delegation tomorrow. If you have questions, you can ask them then.”

Did Kokoro embarrass them? I preferred not to needlessly antagonize them but had already left her alone with strange ideas a bit too long.

I glanced to Hina. She shrugged back.

[ ] I requested an audience with someone higher up.

[ ] I insisted they forward my request for her presence.

[ ] I visited the nearest neutral village.

[ ] I retreated to the Moriya Shrine.

[ ] I actually retreated, choosing instead to speak with Hina further.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/03/07(Thu)19:00

>> No. 41883
...That took too long. I'll try at least keeping it down to five days per update.
>> No. 41884
[x] I insisted they forward my request for her presence.

I wonder why they don't want us to take her out of their hair.
>> No. 41885
[x] I insisted they forward my request for her presence.

>>41884
Pride, probably.
>> No. 41886
[x] fite
spell cards agogo
>> No. 41887
>embarasment

Pretty sure Koko whopped these two in a spellcard battle or otherwise to gain entry.

[X] Fight em

2v2 me bro
>> No. 41888
[X] I insisted they forward my request for her presence.

Probably shouldn't volunteer Hina as a partner without asking her.
>> No. 41889
>>41888
I'm sure we could 2v1 some no name scrubs if she declines. Probably. Man, that would be super embarrassing if we lose, wouldn't it?
>> No. 41891
>>41889

Nah bro, we'll just use the good ol' Call of Duty cop-out. If I win a 2v1 it's because I'm skilled, If I lose, well...it's cuz it was a 2v1. There's no downside unless the news media gets wind that a respected political and religious icon started an international incident after violating border security laws and picking a fight with local nationals. Which would be pretty bad. But also pretty funny. But mostly bad.
>> No. 41892
>>41891
I don't suppose running around, yelling 'HELP, I'M BEING OPPRESSED' would work?
>> No. 41899
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[x] I insisted they forward my request for her presence.

“Let’s compromise. I’m confident you know where she is.”

The scimitar wielder sighed. “Yes.”

“Good. Tell her I wish to speak with her immediately. Perhaps you could point me to a good place to wait for her arrival?”

“You could just tell us where you want to wait so we can tell her.”

“I’d prefer to wait on the mountain.”

We floated there, air tense.

Scimitar growled. “What would your second preference be?”

I didn’t need my exquisite ears to sense her frustrations. Indeed, she gave me the sensation of an underling trapped between two bigshots’ mutual belligerence. I felt a pang of sympathy at her unenviable position but worried about the implications of this trouble going further up the chain of command.

So, in turn, I pressed the issue. “Perhaps a nearby town or outpost?”

“The human village is close.”

I winced. So cold. Functionally, there was no intrinsic difference between waiting close or far. I could perhaps luck into overhearing a thing or two if I was nearby, but I could find other things to do if I waited further away.

What mattered was that my continued presence near their domain would… incentivize them to expedite this process.

We held a moment longer. I glanced to my new companion. “I don’t suppose you have anything to add?”

She shook her head. An exchange passed between her and the sentries. Something I preferred not to meddle with at the time. I locked eyes with them for a long moment, neither budging.

Growing tired, I chose to relent. But not without trying to get something more out of this exchange.

“Very well, tell her to visit my dojo. She’ll know where to go.”

Scimitar stood to attention, soon joined by her companion.

A peculiar, even amusing sight at dozens of meters above the earth and against the backdrop of a mountain face.

I smiled bright. “I appreciate your…” I thought a moment, “patience. If you could help convince her to leave within the hour, I would appreciate it.”

She frowned. “I’ll… see what I can do.”

And so, with my mission stalled, we departed. Hina followed, close behind but tight-lipped.

I scanned the land ahead, keeping an eye out as we returned to the sky above the smoother plains and forests of the valley, looking for good crevices. I spared a fleeting glance back to her almost impassive face. “I sense frustrations from you.”

“That should be obvious.”

Another moment of silence.

“…That was intended as a hint, my dear. Please, let me shoulder your troubles.”

“I’d rather know what it is you want.”

I thought a moment. In truth, I wasn’t quite sure. My journey to the mountain had been put on hold, and yet I preferred not to depart just yet.

[ ] I held out hope she would yet assist with them in some form.

[ ] I wanted to address Kokoro’s indiscretions.

[ ] I simply desired company.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/03/12(Tue)19:00

>> No. 41902
[x] I wanted to address Kokoro’s indiscretions.

She won't believe if we say that we just want company, even if it is true
>> No. 41903
[X] I wanted to address Kokoro’s indiscretions.

I wanted to Mom it up. You know, the cliche making-the-teen-apologize scene, where like the first time they do it they clearly don't mean it and then the parent forces them to give more of a real apology, that's how much I wanted to Mom it up.
>> No. 41907
[X] I wanted to address Kokoro’s indiscretions.

Is it really so hard to believe that we want to be a better parent?
>> No. 41909
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[x] I wanted to address Kokoro’s indiscretions.

“It was entirely about Kokoro, I’m afraid.”

Hina’s expression darkened as we descended, just south of the village.

“As I had said, she is a daughter of mine… in a sense. I’ve chosen to try to educate her properly.”

“Again with that language. In precisely what sense is she your daughter?”

I scratched my hand. “I created the masks, naturally. It’s a tragedy you had to meet under such poor circumstances. Their beauty would’ve dazzled you.”

I turned toward the front of the village walls, banking toward the gate as I descended.

“You speak with such pride, yet you left them to rot sufficient to create a youkai.”

“Hey!” I stabbed a finger in her direction. “I died. It’s not my fault my successors discarded them.”

She hummed a dour tune as we approached the ground. I twirled as I touched down, only to find Hina mimicking me when I did, smiling again.

I approached the village, but Hina slowed behind me, a desire to turn around growing.

I cleared my throat, turning toward the woods. “I suspect my daughter has overstepped her bounds.” It felt strange to use that word so many times. Strange, uncomfortable, and… exciting. I had an abundance of emotions tied to that concept. Too many. “I would like to see her correct her error.”

She folded her arms, shifting her weight. “You don’t need my presence for that.”

“Oh, but I do.” I turned and stood by a nearby pine tree, scanning the road I’d left. “Apologies mean the most when spoken directly, do they not?”

“I’d most appreciate getting my time back.”

“And yet, you’re here.”

She frowned.

I smiled. “Let me hear what troubles you.”

“Your daughter.”

I sighed and sat down, lifting my cloak as I crossed my legs. The bark behind tempted me, but my dress deserved better. “I’m aware of that trouble. Let me hear what else bothers you.”

Hina leaned against a nearby tree, frowning. “I’m a goddess of the nagashi-bina festival. I guide dolls infused with the misfortune of troubled humans safely away. In truth, I’d prefer to hear your troubles.”

I blinked, then chuckled. “I’m afraid it’s all rather confidential.”

“We may start with your name, then.”

I stared. She stared back. She wanted to know about me but shared no desire to exploit that information.

“I am Miko of the Toyosatomimi clan, formerly known as the legendary Prince Shotoku.”

“Do you feel content with your current life?”

“Quite so.” I paused, remembering my upcoming date. “Mostly so.”

She stared, just a hint of curiosity flickering across her face. And quite a bit bouncing through her head.

“As I said. Very confidential.”

She frowned, just a little sad.

I huffed. “Very well. I’ve married recently, but my wife and I are quite different in most ways. I’m not certain how best to…”

She giggled. Giggled. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, please continue.”

“I’d like to hear what you find…”

I heard it. Kokoro approached the village. My dojo proper was, of course, Senkai. But I had plenty of young disciples who couldn’t reach there, so I’d arranged for periodic lessons to be taught in the village.

Usually by more experienced disciples, but I’d stopped by myself once or twice, so it still counted.

I grunted as I stood, flattening my cloak back out. Kokoro touched down just before the guards.

I clapped once, quite loud. She turned to face me, impassive, a closed fan in one hand. Hina stood behind me, still irritated. I cleared my throat, approaching Kokoro as…

[ ] A patient mediator.

[ ] A stern mother.

[ ] A curious detective.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/03/16(Sat)19:00

>> No. 41910
[x] A stern mother.

She likes it, we like it, will Kokoro like it?
>> No. 41911
[x] A stern mother

Miko mom~
>> No. 41912
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[X] A Co-conspirator

Let her be her own person. I'm definitively not on board with getting all stern when it doesn't sound like she did anything wrong.
>> No. 41913
[X] A patient mediator

She’s probably not one to respect authority, so let’s try and hear her out as much as ‘Mom’ing out’ is temping.
>> No. 41914
[X] A patient mediator.

I think we should try to be there for her without pushing her away.
>> No. 41917
[x] A stern mother.
>> No. 41920
[x] A stern mother.

But, you know, be sure to get her side of the story before any scolding.
>> No. 41931
College has gotten messy, so it looks like I'll need a few days to push through that before I can get back to writing.

I apologize for the delay. Hopefully it'll take less than a week.
>> No. 41979
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[x] A stern mother.

I held my shoulders up and my back straight as I marched forward. It seemed that today would prove a time of many new experiences and risky investments. Kokoro wanted answers and I felt… something. A nagging itch I’d thought to be buried before I was.

I cleared my throat, placing a hand on the hilt of my blade. It was a gesture entirely for show, though it did provide a sense of comfort to feel my true body at times like this.

“Kokoro.”

I used a cool, level voice, but not cold. “What have you been doing?”

I waited a moment, staring her down as I felt a short pang of envy toward the satori. For all the anger and distrust that they suffered, times like this had me wishing I could truly read another’s mind.

An instant, really. Then I would hear the subtle shifts and remember just how superior my ears were.

Whatever Kokoro had done, she wanted to finish it. She desired to know more. Despite the bravado she showed in Hina’s tale, she genuinely sought the truth.

Kokoro stepped forward, adopting her red Hannya mask. “I almost had them. You stopped me.”

She flinched, now recognizing Hina. She swapped in the Monkey for only a second before returning her ‘angry’ mask.

I stood straight. “I hear you bothered this innocent goddess.”

Kokoro growled, face flat. Such contradictions amused me, though they no doubt vexed most others.

“She tried to stop me.”

I glanced back at Hina, more for her benefit than mine.

Hina clasped her hands by her knees. She did not quite glare. “I only tried to warn you.”

“You got in my way.”

“Because you weren’t listening.”

“I don’t need warnings.”

“You could have simply said as much.”

“I shouldn’t h-”

I held an open palm up, fingers straight. They quieted down.

“Kokoro, did you accuse her of conspiring with the gods of the Moriya shrine?”

She spared me only a glance, otherwise keeping her eyes locked on Hina. “She tried to keep me away from them!”

“I did not.”

I chose to try a different approach. “Was she actually involved?”

“…No. Probably not.”

“Don’t you think you’d acted prematurely, then?”

Kokoro pouted. “She was suspicious.”

I wanted to groan. “I’m sure you could spare an apology.”

“Not before she does.”

“It was my duty. I can’t apologize for that.”

…And they continued staring each other down.

[ ] I separated them, hoping for a more conciliatory attitude once they’d calmed down.
 [ ] I spent some time with Kokoro.
 [ ] I spent some time with Hina.

[ ] I held firm until we all ironed this out.

[ ] I asked Kokoro about her investigation first.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/04/01(Mon)19:00

>> No. 41980
[x] I held firm until we all ironed this out.

Stern mother, remember? Hina deserves an apology and Miko has failed his 'daughter' often enough to not do it now.
>> No. 41981
[x] I held firm until we all ironed this out
>> No. 41982
OP, how old is Kokoro in this context?
>> No. 41983
>>41982
Sorry for the delayed response, but I'll try to answer.

Individually, the masks (as youkai) would be more than a millennium old (about 1300-1400 years, I think) but it was maybe two or three decades ago that they all merged to form Kokoro.

Due to the nature of tsukumogami psychology, hers in particular, her emotional development lagged far behind most human peers and even much of the rest of her own mental growth.

If you're asking for what human age her mental or emotional maturity would match, that may just have to be something for Miko to find out, but Kokoro's nature may or may not prevent such an answer from existing.
>> No. 41985
[X] I asked Kokoro about her investigation first.

Hina doesn't deserve an apology. If Kokoro is brash and tactless, then that's just what she is.
>> No. 41986
[x] I held firm until we all ironed this out.
>> No. 41987
[X] I asked Kokoro about her investigation first.

Let’s get down to the true cause behind such actions
>> No. 41990
I'm afraid I need to put this story on hold for awhile. My primary reason is that it's been too long since I committed to writing a reward and this thread currently takes the most time.

I'd hoped at least to get one more update out before the pause, but I think I'd rushed some of the recent updates a bit too much and now I need to take a step back to reorient again.

I cannot express in this medium how upset I am to have to do this and promise to return just about as soon as I can. At the very least, expect progress updates if this takes more than a few weeks.
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