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194609 No. 194609
The simple straw doll stared eyelessly at me from where it had been tied to a tree with a length of coarse linen. Quickly but meticulously made, a certain sign I was still walking in the right direction. A black substance emerged slowly, delicately from between the straws, clinging to the wood and flowing gently upwards. Like incense smoke in still air, but of solid black, as if someone had plucked up a line of ink by one end and lifted it clear from the paper. It reacted as I approached, turning towards me as I gingerly placed my hand upon its host. It continued to move with the same ethereal smoothness as before, but now with the purpose I’d given it. With the push of a thought, it coiled around my fingers, spinning, up my wrist and arm, over my long sleeves, to finally slip into my chest like a dagger to the heart. I had gotten used to it, but seeing it move across my skin without even the scantest whisper of sound or feeling was still novel every time.
It all took less than a half-minute. I’d performed the entire ritual dozens of times this week alone. The doll was drained then, and all that was left to do was methodically cut the ties, take it down and scatter the now mundane straws in the wind. This latter part wasn’t strictly necessary, but there was no sense in leaving the doll here to spook random people.
Even being as slim as a silk string, to me the smoke-like substance coming from the next marker was clearly visible from just over the horizon, probably a good couple of hard hours away. I suppressed a sigh, folded my skirt beneath me and sat against the tree. Only a very short break, that’s all.
The sun was nearly fully down, although I could feasibly have travelled at night with the bright moon for a companion. I’d long abandoned what road there was – an overgrown dirt path that looked as though it had seen no men for months. I hadn’t seen another person at all for a full three days and change. This far from the rule of law, a path like that was as likely to lead into trouble as not. And anyway – I thought, fiddling with the string I’d just recovered – I had my own guide.

I leaned my head back against the trunk, thinking. Where were we going? I had been left behind before, of course, and sometimes with little warning – after all, I echoed in my head, learning independence was crucial. We had also deviated from the rough route we followed before, it wasn’t as though we were patrolling soldiers. But never both at the same time, and never for quite this long. We’d been getting farther and farther from civilization for days and days, and though I wouldn’t say I was lost, I wouldn’t be able to place myself on the map. Unless I’d sleepwalked through a boat ride, we were still in Honshu, but that was as much as I could say.
Thinking about it, it was remarkable just how few people I had seen since I set off. I didn’t think Japan was a large enough country that I could go days of travel without meeting anyone. Apparently, I was wrong.
It all amounted to idle pondering, of course. There was no choice to be made here. I would follow as I always did, and I had no doubt in my mind it’d be explained to me in time. I checked my pack, boots, knife, food with the efficiency borne of more years of practice than my age would suggest. I decided to walk until I found a decent place to sleep, or, more ideally, a stream. Being on the road had left me unable to wash properly for a few days now, and it was starting to get to the point where it bothered me.

I offered a short prayer of thanks when I heard the soft murmur of water up ahead. A bath would do me good on multiple levels. I blew a whistle to call my companion back: it’d been a while since I’d last seen him. By the time he padded into view, I had undressed, cleansed myself, changed into the one spare set of clothes I carried, washed the previous set, eaten and and set about putting up my makeshift clothesline.
He laid nearby and yawned, waiting patiently. My trusted companion: a large dog of true Japanese breeding, with a pure white coat, the characteristic small eyes, attentive ears, and stocky build. He waited patiently, panting, and when I was done, accepted the scratch behind his ears with the same sharp-eyed indifference he accepted everything else. I’d neglected to name him, and referred to him simply as my friend. I sniffed at the smell of fresh blood in his breath: by the look of it, he’d caught something to eat without my help.
I considered lighting a fire, but discarded the idea; I had no idea when I’d get another matchbox, and I hated using flint. It was a royal pain getting a fire going with it, and anyway it wasn’t that cold this time of year.
I arranged my bedding, which was no more than a cloak I used to keep the rain off me, and had no notion to do anything other than flop down. After the hours upon hours of walking, all I could spare was another glance at my canine friend before I sunk into the sleep of the dead.
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>> No. 194610
It was noon of the next day before the trees finally broke, and I admit I was never so glad to see a dingy farmhouse. It was small: tiny fields fenced off, a few heads of sheep, surrounded by more wild grass. There were two farms in the distance, indicating that there was some sort of settlement ahead. I exhaled in relief.
I was exhausted.
I was used to the road, yes, but this was the first time I’d gone so, so long without a proper bed to sleep in. Even in the worst cases, I’d had a nice warm barn.
More pressingly, I had never gone so long without seeing mom.
I missed her.

[ ] Request shelter at the first farm.
[ ] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.


hi again
>> No. 194613
[x] Request shelter

>> No. 194615
[X] Request shelter at the first farm.

I'm glad to see you writing again.
>> No. 194616
[X] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.

Keep it together dude. You can't be bitching about travellin if you're a dang traveler.
>> No. 194628
[ ] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.
>> No. 194634
[x] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.

Another story by Isolex? And it's about Hina? All of my yes.
>> No. 194638
[x] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.
>> No. 194653
[ze] Soldier on and find an inn. It’s still daytime, and it can’t be far.

Welcome back, dude.
>> No. 194942
Towns always have their own aura. It comes from the way the people dress, talk, look, sound, and look at you; from the noise of children, from the smell of a fish market, from the state of their homes. Port towns that trade with the foreigners have their own kind of exuberance and loud prosperity; isolated farming villages, insular and poor, but vibrant once they recognize you as one of their own; crossroad towns, sprouting around the major roads and buzzing with travellers the year round.
But this was not exactly like any of those.

For one thing, it was much, much larger than I’d expect from a place this far out of the way. From the first couple of farms I saw, I thought it would be the usual fare: A scattering of shanty buildings and a population of a thousand at most. Instead, as I walked further in, the few farms transformed into back-to-back, healthy farms, each plot nicely partitioned by fences to keep out the livestock, and those, in turn, gave way to a mighty succession of solid-looking homes. No beggars, no drunks, no evidence of poverty and no excess wealth on display, either. It all gave off a utilitarian air, like a military camp or a city grown around a single mine.
Curiously, the town didn’t condense into cluttered buildings as I approached the centre: nearly every home had a decent stretch of land around it (for a town.) Space for vegetable gardens, a few animals, even fruit trees. All prim and neat and prosperous.

The people were clean, healthy, and hard-faced; they followed me with their eyes as I walked into their village, but I was used to being in the receiving end of a townful of stares. Young shrine maidens wandering unattended were hardly a common sight, and so I was no stranger to curious onlookers. That is, until they spotted the sign on my skirt.
厄 – sewn by hand.
Those who recognized it would suddenly remember urgent errands elsewhere, or else turn to whisper urgently at their neighbours. Then they would part before my path like a bunch of scared mice. Ungrateful cowards.
Even knowing it was coming, it still got me. I felt dull anger well up in the pit of my stomach. Dull, because it had been reheated, recooled, worked over, past and through so many times over the years that anger might not even be the word to fit the feeling anymore. Ground down over the years, it was more like a deep resentment.
The old litany came to mind effortlessly. It’s not their fault. They don’t know any better. You can’t even say they’re totally wrong to avoid you.
The justifications never did anything to improve my soured mood.

The stares of the ones that didn’t balk or recognize me, however, felt somehow more searching than the usual reception. I felt like I was being sized up by every man and woman as I passed, rather than stared at with curiosity as was more often the case.

It was only a silly fancy of mine, I was sure.

Nobody waved, nobody smiled. Children didn’t come up to ask to pet my friend, who followed obediently at my feet. If they weren’t making a quick escape or furiously whispering, they were just looking, like I was a questionable piece of merchandise on display. I might have blushed if I hadn’t gotten over that a long time ago.

All that said, it was nothing that much out of the ordinary, and aside from my disruption of their quotidian, everyone was mostly getting on with their lives, if more quietly and more seriously than I’d expect. I saw laundresses, buildings getting repaired, women gossiping at doors, children playing, men and women going about their crafts. All that keeps a town like this running.
There were few stores of any kind, and no inn or tavern that I could easily find. I should have expected it, with how out of the way the place is. After just a moment of wide-eyed surprise, a surly-looking kid pointed me to a family that would rent out a room for a few nights.
>> No. 194944
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The matronly lady receiving me at the door of the traditional Japanese-style home seemed satisfied when I bowed to her, and then moreso when I paid her up front before being asked. No trouble other than more eye contact than strictly necessary. I sighed inwards, but I couldn’t truly blame anyone for it.
I felt a little bad leaving my friend leashed outside, but I couldn’t very well leave him to roam the village.

Just the pleasure of dropping my heavy backpack after such a long trip nearly ripped a moan of pure ecstasy from my throat. The only thing that stopped me from immediately flopping down onto the futon was the strange sight of a tiny person climbing through my window.
I looked again. No, not a person, of course. It was a tiny, familiar paper doll. An animated white nagashi-bina doll, not painted or anything – just plain paper. I watched as it clambered over the windowsill, its little paper limbs straining with the effort of raising the nearly weightless body, and fluttered down inside the room. It then gathered itself up, marched up to me, and promptly “died”, the borrowed life going out of it in a small, small rush of black.

I spotted mother’s careful script on the back of the hastily-cut doll. A short message. I had seen the trick before, but not put to this kind of use.

Dearest daughter, it read,

You should have had no trouble following me. I’ve been told of a situation in this village, and that’s why I had to leave you so suddenly – if all goes well you won’t need to get involved, but if I fail every person in here will suffer. I raised my eyebrows at that last sentence. This was unusual.
The message continued.
I’d rather not discuss specifics through the doll. I don’t know where I’ll be by the time you get this, but the people of the village will point you on the right direction. If what I dread happens – and it’ll be obvious if it does – come and find me right away. Otherwise, fulfill your regular duties beforehand.

- Hina Kagiyama

To the point, dry. Very much like her. I looked out the window, where the sun was winding down to the west.
I watched as two boys chased a cat around, serious looks on their faces. A perfectly peaceful scene.
It didn’t much look like people were suffering. She must have succeeded. Of course she succeeded. She was my mother. A literal goddess.
I allowed myself a small smile before I went to sleep.

[ ] A memory from years ago.
[ ] A memory from months ago.


do you love flashbacks?

neither do i
>> No. 194957
[x] Months ago

We need context. We are Hina's son and this village is/was in danger of something. Of what? What consequences will it have once we find out that mother failed?
>> No. 194970
[X] A memory from years ago.

Time for some backstory.
>> No. 194975
[x] A memory from years ago.

>> No. 194976
[ ] A memory from years ago.
>> No. 194979

Given how the narrator mentions that shrine maidens are an uncommon sight except for the symbol hand sewn to their clothing, I think it's more likely we are her daughter.

[X] A memory from years ago.
>> No. 194981
Okay I lost first what's going on here so this will be good.

[ ] A memory from years ago.
>> No. 194983
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>the narrator mentions that shrine maidens are an uncommon sight except for the symbol hand sewn to their clothing
I'm sorry, it looks like I made a mistake in phrasing and made it really confusing by accident.

The meaning would actually be:
>They followed me with their eyes as I walked into their village. That is, until they spotted the sign on my skirt.
And the line about not being a common sight is unrelated.

I fucked it up because of piecemeal rewriting making the sentences convoluted coupled with insufficient proofreading. Usually I wouldn't bother correcting things like this but it's an important difference in meaning in this case.
I'll try to proofread a little more closely in the future. Thanks for pointing it out.
>> No. 194985
where is the father? or what happaned with him?
>> No. 194992
Wait, are we a boy, girl, or trap.
>> No. 194993
Wait, are we a boy, girl, or trap.
>> No. 195013
[x] A memory from years ago.

Y'all can't read:

> Dearest daughter
>> No. 195025
[X] A memory from months ago.
>> No. 195030
[x] A memory from years ago
>> No. 195062
Isolex, when will be the next part?
>> No. 195068
[ze] A memory from years ago.

Let's dig those memories out.
>> No. 195116
I have a question about the main character. How she looks? I mean her apparance
>> No. 195155
“…And the bark is ground to powder and mixed in last,” I recited from memory. “The salve is then applied to the wound, and bandaged over. It should be reapplied daily for the best results.”

“Correct. That’s the last question.” Mother put down the book and looked at me – almost expressionless, but not quite. I thought I could spot pride there, but it was hard to tell for sure with her.

Mother was almost rail-thin and pale, and the thin maroon dress she always wore gave her a ghostly air, making her look as she could easily vanish if a strong enough wind blew. The dress was intricate and frilled, as was the sacred ribbon streaming down from where it adorned her hair, flowing behind her in glorious free curls down to her waist.
Her eyes had permanent dark circles, giving her the grave and tired air that I knew so well. It was a deceiving look, of course, because I knew mother was strong and loving. She just wasn’t too keen on showing it, most of the time.
She paused for a moment and then finally said it, in her customary almost-whisper. “Well done.”

I exhaled sharply in triumph. I even felt an urge to jump up and hug her, but that wasn’t our way. Instead I stretched out and tried to relax some. I’d spent the last few weeks studying feverishly for this, under mother’s guidance, and it was finally time for a well-deserved break. Mostly herbs and medicines and such – not going in-depth, mind you, just learning the basics and most useful recipes, the latest of a series of basic skills I’d been taught. Mother didn’t teach me all of these herself, sometimes shipping me out to stay for a few weeks with someone or other who would have me in a mini-apprenticeship of sorts.
I had stayed at a temple, with a travelling road show, with a learned man at a university, even with someone high up in the government once, in Tokyo. Sometimes I wasn’t sure exactly what I was supposed to be learning, but I did my best.

Mother stood over me, drumming her fingers on my desk thoughtfully.
“Don’t think that you’re done learning and that’s it. You’ll need to keep refreshing, and you'll want to learn more whenever you have a chance. I only taught you the basics.”

I nodded seriously. She had impressed on me that basic medicine was one of the most important skills I’d learn, and I had some experience in how true that was. It seemed like effective doctors were in short supply in japan, and we went where they didn’t.
She stood for another moment, still tapping.

I perked up. “Yes?”

“You’re almost a woman now.”

I hadn’t thought about it too much, but I suppose I was. I’d grown quickly those past few months, as people did at that age. If I were a common girl, right about now is when I’d be worrying about marriage or graduating school, or even taking up some sort of trade. Even such things were becoming common for girls these days.
All out of the question for me, of course. I hoped she wouldn’t try to hint that I should find a... lover. She could be strangely earnest about the most random things, sometimes. Obviously, my duty to her was my number one priority, but even putting that aside, there was the matter of appearance.

I was short, with long black hair, like any other girl off the street. Rapidly gaining fat in some annoying places these days, and I wished it’d stop. All in all, I looked blessedly average, except for the one deviation.
I was born blind, with nothing but great disgusting voids where my eyes were supposed to go, along with a few other issues. There were some complicated circumstances, but to put it briefly, mother made me a new pair of eyes when I was a small child, and fixed me up. It seems goddesses can just do that.
They weren’t perfect. I could see wee – even more than well. I could see the essence of misfortune, which made my job much easier. The only issue, and it wasn’t even that great an issue, is that they had the same disturbing look to them as a blind man’s eyes: cloudy, unfocused, with barely any distinction between the white, iris and pupil. Looking into my eyes is like looking at a plume of ink in murky water, and very disconcerting. That’s what I’d been told.
It could be useful in some scenarios, but not when you’re trying to get people to treat you naturally. I suspect they’d be a serious impediment if I were trying to find a husband.

Thankfully, such a thing would never happen. I served the goddess Kagiyama in all things, and nothing more.
I felt a warmth and a thrill in my chest at that thought.

Oh. I got lost in thought.
“I am.”

“You’re almost an adult now,” she repeated, “I think you’re ready for some independence. To act alone.”
I sat bolt upright.
It wasn’t the independence, I’d practically already had that part for over a year, with no more than sort-of caretakers that didn’t always care that much looking occasionally over my shoulder
It was about the trust. Trust placed in me. I'd represent her now, for real. All of a sudden, I was nearly vibrating with a mix of excitement and nervousness that made my stomach do somersaults and my toes curl under the desk. I Had to fight down an absurd passing impulse to salute her.

Somehow, I restrained my voice.
“If…” I swallowed nervously. “If you think I’m ready.”

“I do. There’s only one problem.” she took another long pause. Those were frequent that day. “Tell me again. Why do you do this? Why do you go into villages, listen to people, help them, and gather their misfortune?”

“To help the people and lessen their burdens,” I repeated the practiced lie. Truthfully it was for her and her alone. I knew she felt similarly, deep down, but she wouldn’t admit it.

She frowned. “We’ll have to work on that. Again. Rest for three days, then you're off. Unsupervised.”

I nodded vigorously, but she was already turning away to walk out of the room. I acted before I had any time to think and stop myself.
“Ah, wait!”

She did, and I stuttered foolishly under her gaze.
“M-may I, um.” Stupid, stupid. Bothering mom with this stupid spur-of-the-moment stuff. This was what I got for acting impulsively while I was excited like this, rare as it was. So embarrassing. She waited, staring at me.
Ah, hell.

“May I hug you?”
Her expression didn’t change. “Go ahead.”
I bounced out of my chair with an undignified squeal and wrapped my arms around her waist. When I let go moments later, I had composed myself and had a warm happy feeling inside that would last me the week.

And soon, work. Real work.
I couldn’t disappoint her.
>> No. 195161
How can be born without eyes?
Where is the father?
Why is Hina so cold and emotionless? She is the most kindness and caring woman plus she is smiling.
>> No. 195162
So why?
>> No. 195163
This story looks good, you got yourself another voter.

how is babby formed
how girl get pragnent
>> No. 195169

English isn't her first language, and they're perfectly legitimate questions.
>> No. 195170

Here, this should answer your first question:

>> No. 195175
Well I have to say that the eyes thing surprised me. In a good way, mind you.
Plus I like this Hina, her lack of emotions - at least in the surface - goes well with the image I have of her. Nice.
>> No. 195187
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I woke up feeling great. That was a good dream.
I hummed silently to myself as I went through my morning. Got up, stretched, dressed myself, and thankfully got offered some bread and milk by the lady of the house. I decided to sit by the stoop with my friend while I ate. He greeted me as stoically as ever, sitting on his haunches.
I fed him some bread and petted him as I watched village life unfold. I thought I was up early, but the place was in full swing already.

And so it happened that I was sitting and nibbling on a piece of bread when the world ended

The flash was first, bathing everything in a bright red light – but not blinding, so it looked like the light from the sun had simply been run through stained glass. Red, red, red, as far as the eye could see, dying even the sky completely in the angry colour.
Dogs everywhere began a cacophony of mad barking, my friend included.
A few seconds later came the sound, silencing everything else. A sound like a cannon blast from afar, the kind that shakes your teeth and resounds in your chest, only magnified a hundred, a thousandfold. I held my friend close, and so loud was the sound, I could barely hear him barking directly into my ears.

I prayed.

But it wasn’t really the end of the world yet.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later. The ungodly noise was gone. There were no corpses, no fire or destruction, and the town seemed fine aside from the panicking people and animals making a racket. The red was still there, like a film over my vision.
I recalled mother’s letter. “If what I dread happens – and it’ll be obvious if it does –

Well then.

People were streaming nervously towards the centre of the town in groups, some more well-composed than others. Women carried their children and nearly all men carried weapons. There were old rifles, farm implements, some antique-looking swords and felling axes. A few people glanced my way, but nobody was in a place to pay much attention to an out-of-place shrine maiden.

From somewhere nearby, the piercing scream of a woman rang out, tinged with terror. A few heads turned nervously, as well as mine.

[ ] Investigate.
[ ] Follow the people to the centre of town.

>> No. 195193
[X] Follow the people to the centre of town.
When already deep in shit, do not actively dive.
>> No. 195196
[ ] Investigate.
>> No. 195200
[x] Investigate.

Hina said to find her and she's bound to be in the deepest shit, so down we go.
>> No. 195205
Good point, but I still don't like the sound of this.
>> No. 195209
[X] Investigate.
>> No. 195212
[ ] Follow the people to the centre of town.
>> No. 195216
[x] Investigate.
>> No. 195227
[ze] Investigate.

Must do it.
>> No. 195297
[] Investigate
>> No. 195368
[ ] Follow the people to the centre of town.
>> No. 195378
I had had a foolish notion that I’d be the only one gallivanting off towards danger, perhaps to be the hero of the day for once.
Propensity for the dramatic was one of my failings. Like a drunkard lacks strength of will or a hypocrite lacks a moral basis. I kept it closely guarded, but it still led me into little traps like these sometimes.
I chided myself as I followed the half-dozen well-armed men marching along towards where the scream had rung out from, feeling rather meek and silly. That wouldn’t be the case, obviously. This was a small town, there’s no way they would just ignore such a thing, even in the face of… whatever catastrophe this was.
But I mostly allowed myself that mistake, given that the sky had suddenly changed color to a bright, eye-stinging crimson not ten minutes earlier. That kind of thing throws you off balance.
The men glanced occasionally at me, but I kept my composure and none thought to directly question why I was following them. Here the eyes and the shrine maiden outfit, coupled with an outward show of confidence, lent me the appearance of someone who knew what they were doing. A very useful ruse in many occasions, especially for a little slip of a young woman like me.

I tried to figure them out as well. This town clearly wasn’t normal, but as far as I could tell, these men were. Men, the sort you see in any town, any city, any village, the commonest creature there is. These as well ranged from young to old and fat to thin, all of the working sort. Bearded and built from physical labour.
They seemed skittish, but that was only natural under the circumstances. In fact, I was surprised that the whole town seemed so orderly – everyone knew what to do, it seemed. There was no running around, no confusion, no shouting, no fights, nothing I knew to expect in unexpected events and calamities. Just a slow march of people headed for the center.
For my part, I felt curiously detached and cool because of mother’s letter. I knew it was all part of something bigger, so I only had to fulfill my duty as required. My role was set, and I’d accomplish it.

Another scream broke my thoughts, coming from a home just up ahead of us. Same place as before. A nice, spacious half-farm-house kind of place, as were other homes around. The men ahead of me broke into a jog, forcing me to keep up.
Worryingly, it wasn’t the only call. There had been yells and screams before, when the great boom sounded, but those had seemed borne of surprise and shock. These, later, were more desperate. Life or death screams. They broke here and there in the distance, punctuating the worried murmur of the village.

I ran a little harder.

The one at the vanguard, lugging a huge old bayonetted gun, turned and hastily whispered a few words to the others while I caught up to them at the entrance, then promptly slammed the sliding door open, rattling wood.
It was quiet in the wide main hall, and clean. Nothing seemed out of place, until I felt the smell.
You don’t forget the iron scent of blood.

An indistinct sound of… something wet moving sounded from beyond the first partition.

Youkai. I felt it before I saw it.

The partition wall was slid open and revealed a squat creature looking up from above a woman’s corpse. It was clear she had fallen trying to reach the door.
It was feeding.

Where the dwarfish thing’s face wasn’t coated with blood, I could see it was wrinkled and twisted, like a giant’s hand had gripped and smushed it down like wet clay. It had thick legs shorter than its torso, but its spindly clawed arms looked as if they would easily be half again the length of its body at full extension.
It took a moment to hiss and spit at us, before the spiky end of a bayonette found its torso and it fell backwards.
None of the men seemed bothered that they were facing a real demon as they stepped forward and crowded the entrance to the next room. The first one raised his gun for a final thrust at the prone body.
But then it flipped itself upright, and it was a fight.

No, not a fight.
A massacre.

It used its arms rather than legs to push itself up, and in a single movement tossed itself through the air at the man who’d stabbed it. He was quick enough to raise the gun like a staff to defend himself, but it wasn’t enough. The thing went over his head, extending a clawed arm at neck height as it went.
Blood visibly squirted, a long pulse of it before the man put his hand over the wound. He grunted once, as if surprised, then went down.

Before the body hit the ground, the youkai was pounding the short distance to the second villager on its arms. This one had a real spear and managed to point it at the monster’s direction, but he was too slow. It clambered past the point and up the spear shaft in a mess of limbs, like the world’s most disgusting monkey. With a clean swipe of its arms it took half of his neck, sending the flesh it dug off with brute force to the side in an arc of red. His head dangled as he dropped to the floor limply.

Two men were dead in the space of two seconds. All that I watched from behind, unable to do anything with people crowding the doorway to the room where the killing was happening. The other four had the good sense to run almost immediately, rushing past me as I stood before the doorway. The last one wasn’t fast enough and caught a claw through the back as he went through the door towards me. I saw it come out of his chest, blood blossoming on his shirt, then he fell with a thump. The youkai rode his back down as he fell.

Then it looked at me at nearly an arm's length.
There was no question on what to do.

[ ] Exterminate it vengefully
[ ] Exterminate it efficiently


this story will have action and fight sequences, and graphic violence is depicted
i should've opened with one actually, it's way more exciting

ps character-informing choice here
>> No. 195380
[X] Exterminate it efficiently

Be polite, be efficient...
>> No. 195383
[ ] Exterminate it efficiently
>> No. 195385
[ ] Exterminate it efficiently
>> No. 195387
[x] Exterminate it vengefully

We shall smite all who awaken Hina's wrath!
>> No. 195389
[X] Exterminate it vengefully

>> No. 195390
[x] Exterminate it efficiently

...have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
>> No. 195409
4 for efficiency, 2 to put some feeling into it, i'll give it a few hours then write

and don't sage your votes for crying out loud, /th/ is burying stories at record pace these days
>> No. 195412
[Ze] Exterminate it vengefully
>> No. 195418
[X] Exterminate it efficiently
>> No. 195433

Sorry, force of habit.

Why did you pick /th/ anyway? That mention of Tokyo seems to imply either Outside or pre-Gensoukyou, which would better fit /others/.
>> No. 195658
When will be the next part?
>> No. 195675
[x] Exterminate it efficiently.
>> No. 195694
Let's say by tuesday at the latest.
>> No. 195702
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I’m glad to say that I was never such a hand at fighting.
Oh, certainly, I learned some token amount of self-defense, but fighting was a skill that took a huge amount of effort and time to practice and wasn’t even likely to be very effective, on average, for a small woman like me. Other, more important abilities took priority. Besides which, my life was much too precious to mother to risk in fights. Her philosophy was that if I had no illusions about my abilities, I wouldn’t put myself in risk; instead, I relied on avoiding fights altogether, or failing that (in the unavoidable but infrequent case of youkai), surprise, careful preparation, and anything else that made sure it was never a fair fight.

Point being, I had quite a few surprises up my sleeves. Literally.
But all of those still involved the basic movement of reaching into a pocket somewhere and that took time, a luxury I didn’t have as the writhing ball of claws and bony arm and flesh took another impossible leap directly at me. It was all I could do to dive to a random direction and face down directly into one of the rapidly spreading pools of blood in the room. Better than a wound, I thought as I felt the slick, still warm liquid stain my forearms.
It landed two paces from me and made an angry but ineffective swipe at the air, giving me time to scramble backwards and away from it.

This wasn’t looking great.
I could clearly see the angry stab wound on its naked torso through the blood pouring from it. The thing was wild-eyed, breathing as hard as I, and it had a horrible manic energy to its movements, its spindly arms slicing through the air with the same swish sound a thin twig makes through the air when you swing it hard. I couldn’t read its twisted, inhuman expression, but I thought it looked... excited.
It opened its mouth to hiss at me and I got an unwanted glance at its stumpy, blackened teeth. Ugh.

It darted after me again, this time not leaping but using that same disturbing arm-run as before.
But it was as a mindless beast, and it couldn’t swipe at me while it ran, so I shifted forward with a heave and planted my foot on its face – more of a strong shove than a kick, but the surprised youkai couldn’t retaliate or shift course in time and tumbled backwards long enough to give me a few breaths of space.

Having a bare second to think, I finally managed to stumble upon the best strategy in this situation.
I screamed.

The youkai’s eyes widened slightly and before a second had passed, my vicious white-furred friend cannonballed through one of the paper walls into the room, lunging into the recovering youkai with a ferocious snarl. Even youkai aren’t omniscient and the horrible thing hadn’t seen him coming, focused as it was on me.
I fancied I heard the sound of fangs sinking in, absurd as that was. Although the dwarf was strong, it was also light, and a good powerful shake of my friend’s neck nearly sent it flying across the room to land on its feet. My friend had to drop it halfway through the bone-snapping, flesh-rending motion, however, because those claws didn’t stay still for long. I thanked the heavens above for his fast reflexes. He bounded just outside of claw reach and snarled and barked loudly, showing his fangs.
There’s a sort of primal, curdling fear that comes from looking directly into a beast’s toothy maw, and although I hadn’t faced any bears, I imagine it only intensified when said beast was bigger than you. I’d managed to get to my feet at that point, and the rabid barking and baring of fangs made the youkai pause, still, for just a moment.

A moment of stillness was what I needed.
In a single fluid, practiced motion, I reached into a pocket, drew, pointed, gripped with two hands and shot twice. Both shots squarely found its chest.
The whole movement took a single heartbeat to complete, and my heart was beating very fast.

Yes, an honest-to-goodness gun. A state-of-the-art piece of gleaming steel built to kill, shipped halfway across the world at no small cost. A wondrous machine of death that I fervently wished I didn’t have to use.
But damn, did it feel good in my hands.

I waited a moment, and although it wavered in place, it didn’t fall. My eyes widened in surprise.
Youkai were tough, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. This small disgusting creature got stabbed, bitten and shot twice, and it was standing without much trouble. That should at least have put it down. Why was it still standing? Just the force imparted by the bullets should have been enough to send it sprawling.
I didn’t spend much time thinking about it, because I had four more good answers for that question in my hands. It still had the stamina to try a lame dash towards me past my friend, making me miss the second to last shot, but the final one, at alarmingly shrinking range, hit the top of its misshapen forehead dead-center and it went down like it had just run into a low clothesline. When it went down I had the silly mental image of a bureaucrat stamping a paper without even looking: fast, efficient, with a satisfying thump sound.
I was satisfied with that last shot.

But it was still somehow moving around on the ground, trying to hit something with its claws. I was certain there was no real force behind its strikes, but just to be sure, I picked up the fallen villager’s spear and looked down at the disgusting soon-to-be-corpse. My friend kept his distance, still barking. Good boy.
The three good men dead around me were my responsibility. Nobody should be killed by a youkai this near to a shrine maiden. Because of this small, stunted, twisted, emaciated-looking little beast, I had three new failures on my shoulders. The thought sent a sting of annoyance through me.
I had been around death an unusual amount in my short life, but not usually so violent and gory as this, and the diffuse red sunlight bathing everything in its sickly shade didn’t help the look of the place, although it had the advantage of hiding some of the blood on my clothes and on the floor, dark-red-on-red as it was now. I tried hard to avoid looking at the one guy who had his head mostly taken off.

A body riddled with holes and tears isn’t fun to contemplate, even if it’s a youkai. I raised the weapon to end it – I’d stab until it stopped moving entirely and finish it off, as quickly as I could.

It sputtered something, spitting blood.
I furrowed my eyebrows. Was it trying to speak?

[ ] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.
[ ] Listen to it. Can’t hurt, at this point.


There was no good picture of Hina with a gun, so please enjoy this unrelated Alice instead.
>> No. 195703
I mean, yuumu. Whatever
>> No. 195717
[ ] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.
>> No. 195726
[X] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.

Let's not waste time.
>> No. 195732
[X] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.

Put it out of its misery.
>> No. 195740
[x] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.
>> No. 195745
[ ] Listen to it. Can’t hurt, at this point.
>> No. 195756
[ze] Listen to it. Can’t hurt, at this point.

I'm kinda curious of what it has to say.
>> No. 195761
[x] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.
>> No. 195897
[x] Just kill it post-haste and get out of here.
>> No. 195963
Sorry folks, bit busy these days. I'll try to get an update out before the weekend.
>> No. 196055
Youkai are supposed to be one of the foremost responsibilities of a shrine maiden, and I considered it a grave failing that I completely misjudged this tiny, horrible creature.
I remembered my lessons.
Youkai were diverse – extremely diverse. Even more so than humans. They varied an enormous amount across and within their ‘types’: in appearance, strength, wit, temperament and any other characteristic you’d care to name. There were general trends, but with enough exceptions that, to be totally sure of the capabilities of a youkai, nothing beat the experience of having seen and dealt with a similar one before. Even then, you had to be on your toes for new tricks and individual oddities.

This one had had the look and feel of a weak youkai, but that had been a mistake. My mistake. I lifted the spear with both hands and thrust. The weapon was unfamiliar in my hand and handled awkwardly, but nevertheless it jabbed so hard into the thing that I heard and felt the bamboo mat splintering underneath it. Its gurgles died in its throat. Then I did it again, but still it persisted in squirming about, horrifically maimed as it was. It made me sick to look at it, red-on-red in the sunlight, without an inch of skin uncovered by dark wounds or blood at this point. My adrenaline rush was winding down by then and I suddenly had trouble keeping my hands from shaking long enough to finish it. I had to forcefully banish the thought of simply turning around and going back to sleep in the comfy hotel bed, hoping everything would be normal when I woke up. The grisly work had to be done. I stabbed, and stabbed, until it stopped moving completely.

I slumped down onto my knees afterwards, breathing hard, and tried to avoid looking at the slaughterhouse around me. There was enough trouble without me being sick here. Gods above, Mother didn’t tell me about this part of being a shrine maiden. A shiver ran through me from all the tension suddenly leaving me in a rush, but I tried to ignore it; There was still had work to do. I took some heart from my friend’s reassuring presence – he was sniffing at the youkai disinterestedly now that it was a corpse.
Just physically killing it wasn’t enough, naturally. Any joe with a caveman’s club could put a youkai down momentarily; the exorcist’s job came after that. If left alone, youkai healed in a twentieth, a hundredth the time it took a human. Before today I would’ve felt safe that such healing would take at least days, perhaps weeks, but under the circumstances, that couldn’t be counted upon.
I reached inside a pocket for one of my carefully made amulets. Nothing more than simple folded ofuda at first glance, my own passable calligraphy on each, but they contained real power, the kind many people in Japan no longer believed in. Power that had to be studiously infused over weeks of serious concentration. In principle, they could be used as effective weapons in a fight against youkai, but each one took too much time and effort to create. Any miss would have been more than I could afford.

Carefully, I pressed the ofuda to what used to be the hairless head of the youkai. The entire surface had to be in contact, and its scalp was thankfully woundless. With a single thought, I released the bound energy from the ofuda. White smoke immediately started sputtering energetically from the edges of the paper and there was a brief flash of light. If it were still conscious, this would have felt like replacing that rectangular stretch of its skin with burning pitch. That’s how it was described to me, anyhow.

I breathed deep, finally done here. I had no time to help care for the corpses.
Here being the key word. There were other screams when I walked in here, weren’t there? Elsewhere in town. If all of those were also sudden youkai attacks…

I froze. There was something else. The letter from Mother.
I took it out and re-read it.
If what I dread happens – and it’ll be obvious if it does – come and find me right away, it said.

Hm. Troublesome. I pocketed the letter again and prepared to leave. I had my orders.

I turned, and the front door to the house thundered open, washing the room in bright crimson light. A crowd of a dozen nervous-looking fellows with weapons greeted me. A dangerous combination.

I blinked, and imagined what they were seeing. A small figure in shrine maiden clothing, covered head to toe in blood, holding a spear, with four corpses and a small pond’s worth of blood scattered around her, and a large hound with blood around its maw standing attention. Her eyes clearly weren’t those of a normal human. Add to that the fact the sky had just turned bright red in an apparently apocalyptic event.
I saw fear blossom in the eyes of the men, and a few of them took steps back from the door.

I felt a pang of fear too. This could go south really easily. I considered also that as my first real official contact with the villagers, this would set the tone of how they’d see and treat me for the near future.

[ ] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
[ ] Throw down your weapon and show you aren’t a threat.

[ ] Do something else?


Relatively short update, but I judged that the choice was important enough to warrant it.
Also, there's no need to vote-in "show them the corpse of the real youkai", that's assumed.
>> No. 196056
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[X] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196057
[X] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196058
Also I might do a fast update this time around, so don't wait to vote later if you can help it.
>> No. 196060
[X] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196064
[ ] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196067
[ ] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196074
[x] Leverage their fear into initiative and clarify the situation before anyone can do anything stupid.
>> No. 196118
Acting was one of my most prized skills, and for sure the one I enjoyed practicing the most. I was supposed to genuinely be the authority figure, to know what to do, but it was a long road there, and I was taught the best way to go about it was to “fake it until you make it,” in short. As good advice as any.
Especially now, shaken as I was by my gory encounter with the youkai. I wouldn't trust myself even to walk on my own without stumbling for a minute or two. This type of acting was my forte however, and the familiar role of a severe, commanding priestess came to me instantly. It might even have been wrong to call it a role, given that it was supposed to be reality. It just wasn’t me, ordering people around and being an authority – but it was my duty, and the pretending was quite enjoyable. The role settled over me like an old comfortable blanket, the more-or-less manufactured personality helping to calm my nerves. I straightened my back and raised my head to stare them down while they hesitated. Unsurprisingly, not one met my eyes for long. I seized the opportunity.

“Finally.” My voice sounded out clear, loud and authoritative. Good, that much I still had in me. The men crowding the door traded looks, confused. I shifted my weight and hoped my shakiness was close to imperceptible. “Four dead, plus this one,” I said, prodding what remained of the small youkai forward using the spear, with a look of undisguised (and unfaked) disgust. “It must be burned.”
After exterminating it the proper way, it wouldn’t be strictly necessary, but what I needed that moment was to be ordering people twice my size around with no hesitation and be seen doing it. The implication that I killed the youkai didn’t hurt. A few eyes froze to the shrunken corpse, the bright white, almost luminescent ofuda clearly visible, but unexpectedly, there were no stares of shock or surprise. Usually youkai were rare sights to the average person these days and many closer to the urban centers were starting to disbelieve them. Except in this town, it seemed.

With that, I let the weapon clatter down to the ground, which brought their attention back to me. They were still wearing confused and fearful looks, but nobody seemed keen on turning their weapons on me. I had to step around the body of the guy who got clawed through the back as I went. They parted unsteadily for me as I marched through. As they did, one person who stood at the back of the group was revealed, and she walked forward rather than moving from my path.
No, not quite. She was shouldering past me.

I was expecting and fearing a few things, but to be ignored wasn’t one of them.
Past me, she knelt by the fallen man by the door, showing no concern for the blood that seeped into her clothes as she did. She wore a simple buttoned woolen dress to below the knees, dressed for all the world like a simple housewife, yet the confidence with which she moved and the way the others looked at her made it beyond obvious that she was in charge here.
Her expression was twisted into a grim one, and I thought she might personally know one of the dead men at first. A few of the men glanced my way, but ultimately focused on her, each trying not to linger on the gruesome scene just feet away from them.

There was nothing to be done for him now, but she touched the dead man’s back as gently as if he were resting and she didn’t want to wake him up. She looked in turn at each of the other bodies, lingering on the youkai, then sighed and got up. She threw me a quick questioning glance, but I didn’t know what to make of it. She looked away, frowning.

“Get them decent, at least. We can’t afford to carry them back now.”

Her troop, because that’s what they acted like, obeyed wordlessly, respectfully righting the bodies and closing eyes while someone went further in to find covers for them. That’s right, I should’ve done something about the bodies. I’ve rarely handled that kind of thing, so it completely slipped my mind.
She turned to me, her eyes alighting on mine so suddenly and firmly that I nearly jumped. It was a little surprising how beautiful she was, with hair all the way to her hips. Normal small town women didn’t look like this. “You killed the youkai that murdered them.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded.

She put her hands together and bowed deeply, almost formally. “I thank you for preventing further deaths, but we still need help. Our own priestess has vanished.” I arched my eyebrows. It just kept getting better and better. “Please. We can’t afford to lose more good men like this.”

My priority was finding mother, but I ranked my odds of finding her without help from the villagers at not that great. I didn’t have many choices.
I was curt. I’d rather not risk getting killed again today, but if it was what I needed to do, there was no sense in wasting time.
“Lead the way.”

Fuck. I had something written for days but kept redoing it.
Writing sucks you guys.
>> No. 196135
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Seven lurking youkai.
I stared forlornly at my surviving ofuda. One by one I had to use nearly all my jealously guarded treasures, each representing near to a dozen hours of work.
Painful. Just the thought of the days I'd have to spend making more nearly gave me a headache.

At least I didn’t have to fight. It turned out the other humans were more capable than my initial experience would have indicated, or perhaps I got unlucky with the youkai I faced. Either way, the next two hours of my life consisted of following the small group and applying pieces of paper to mangled youkai corpses rather than risking my life. Cuts, stabs, bullet wounds; the villagers showed no mercy, riddling each youkai with enough holes to put them out of commission for weeks even if I hadn’t been around.
They were all small, crawling things hiding in forgotten closets and under the roof. They seemed to me like they would’ve been weak, but then again so did the first one. Eight lives all together were taken in fights, plus a number of unlucky people who got caught by surprise. They all attacked almost simultaneously when the sky went red, going for the nearest target they could. It didn’t seem planned.

I followed the woman about as she did the rounds around the town. When she addressed anyone, she did it by name, and when she arrived people sighed like it was salvation arriving in a white horse. She dealt with widows, she sent people off with messages, she kept in control. In short, she did the business of a leader, and she did it well. The only reason she wasn’t the first one barging into the scenes of carnage every time was the men, who insisted fervently on her not putting herself in danger until they were sure the youkai were completely down. She seemed annoyed about that and was always right behind them, but reluctantly acquiesced anyhow.
It also surprised me how smoothly the village moved in the face of such a crisis – the stoicism and calm I witnessed during the evacuation to the center was pervasive. People took in news of death with a stony-faced acceptance that I hadn’t seen before in any corner of Japan. As I thought, something was strange about this place.
I decided to keep quiet, do my job and not make a fuss for the time being: mother would survive a few extra hours without me. It was always a learning opportunity, being able to watch capable people in action. I walked a good distance behind, walked in once it was completely certain there were no threats and did the exterminating. I got a few curious and cautious stares, but people had more to worry about today and even our escort didn’t say anything to me but the necessary minimum.

We finally got a break around midday. I was already getting strangely used to the new color of everything. Nobody had come running to tell Keine – that was the woman’s name, I gathered – of another youkai attack in at least an hour, and the last one to go, a stubby, yellow snake-thing with disturbingly human eyes, was burning nicely. Or rather, both of its halves were. I noted with pride that my attached ofuda remained unscathed for a long time, sign of good make.
I approached from behind as she watched the fire, mind clearly elsewhere. Must be turning out to be an exhausting day, and I had no doubt she’d snap out of it and be running off somewhere in minutes if I didn’t intercept her.

“Keine,” I tried. The name tasted strange.

“Oh! Hello.” She turned to me and gave a smile so strained it wasn’t even worth the attempt. “I’m sorry. We haven’t even been able to have a proper introduction, have we?”

I stared, then glanced meaningfully at the bright red landscape around us. “We’ll skip pleasantries today.”

“Of… of course. Forgive me.” She hesitated, sighing. “It’s just… So many good people died today. Friends of mine.”

I blinked, having no good response to that.

Composing herself, right away she rescued me from having to come up with an answer. “In any case, thank you for your help. I know those beasts would eventually have come back again if it weren’t for you. I’ll make an appropriate contribution as thanks, naturally.”

I stared into her eyes, thinking.
“You’re worried about paying me? Not this?” I glanced meaningfully at the bright red landscape around us.

She kept quiet for a moment, then sighed, apparently making a decision. “Obviously I’m worried. But what am I supposed to do? Ask door-to-door for who could have turned the sky red and set the youkai crazy?” She spoke quickly and ran a hand through her long hair, sighing once again. I see, that made sense. With no other villagers around, she seemed less guarded. Surprising, considering I was a total stranger. “I haven’t even been able to discuss it with anyone yet, but it can only be the work of youkai.”
I nodded. That much was clear.

“I don’t need payment. I’m just looking for my mother, she passed through the town a few days earlier.”

“Your mother?” she asked, her eyes going to the mark on my skirt and widening. “You’re daughter to a goddess?”

“I am.” A happy feeling welled up in me. It felt good when she was recognized.
It wouldn’t last.

“I see. Yes, she has been here.” She stared pointedly at the fire. “Unfortunately.”

If I weren’t playing my role, I’d have smiled grimly at that. It stung, but I couldn’t tell her she was wrong, under the circumstances. “I take your point.”

She noticed my expression and quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault or your mother’s. I’m just…”

I waved her off. From the few people that recognized the significance of Hina’s sign in my travels, this was a common reaction. It was painful every time, but I’d gotten more used to it. “I understand completely. Just tell me where she’s gone and I won’t stay any longer than I have to.”

She shook her head quickly. “No, that’s not it. I need your help a bit longer. I still need to go back and report, and they’ll want to speak with you. I can tell you then.”

Oh. She wanted more? And ‘They’? This smelled like village politics. How annoying. I’d wasted enough time here without embroiling myself in this nonsense. Talking to the villagers would probably still be the most efficient way to go, but it wasn’t as if I had no way to locate Mother on my own.
I could just walk away, investigate through another avenue and save myself a headache.

[ ] Thanks but no thanks.
[ ] Fine. What do I have to do, exactly?
>> No. 196136
[X] Thanks but no thanks.

Let's not.
>> No. 196137
[x] Thanks but no thanks
-[x] Let me tell you how it goes, because I've seen a million times before: they see me, they see my holy symbol, they blame my mother and/or me for everything and then they kick me out. Let's just skip right to the last step.

I wanted to add some flavor, but it should be discarded if it is off-character for the author... It's just that we haven't seen enough character out of her yet.
>> No. 196146
[ ] Thanks but no thanks.
>> No. 196149
[X] Fine. What do I have to do, exactly?

Humor her, for now.
>> No. 196150
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>It's just that we haven't seen enough character out of her yet.
>> No. 196154
[x] Thanks but no thanks.

I want to vote to help Keine, but not at the price of being jerked around and used as a scapegoat.
>> No. 196158
[X] Thanks but no thanks.
[x] Let's just skip right to the last step.
>> No. 196214

“…Excuse me?”

She nearly goggled at me. She was expecting me to go along with whatever she came up with, I’m sure. I might have been young, but I had enough experience to know better than that. Interacting was never pleasant and I couldn’t imagine a disaster and a town’s worth of confused, scared people would improve the experience any. The thought swiftly revived some memories I’d rather have kept down.
I knew, but it helped to repeat to myself in my head: I wasn’t welcome in places like this. Mother especially wasn’t welcome, no matter how much she sacrificed herself, how hard she worked to help these people, wasn’t welcome here.
I felt the black oil of contempt well up inside me again, the feeling that squeezed my heart with cold, stale anger every time someone gave me a look that was a little too anxious, every time someone refused to talk to me and look me in the eye. It was as much my companion as the good friend that guarded me as I slept, although it had become so entrenched that it hardly ever registered consciously – as it shouldn’t, lest it interfere with work.

Mom told me so whenever she was in one of her moods. Humans are all ungrateful and cowardly, Yoshiko. They hate my guts and I hate theirs right back. You’re one of only a handful of good ones, Yoshiko. Always know this. Help them, but expect no gratitude. Don’t hesitate to defend yourself against them if you have to, and fiercely.
And so on. I took it to heart.

“I’ll pass,” I repeated calmly, hiding the spike of bitterness. Mostly. “Thank you for the offer.”
I whistled for my friend and prepared to leave.

“Ah, wait! I just assumed you’d…” She paused, noting my expression, and gathered herself. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. And after you’ve been such a big help, too.” She said, having the decency to look embarrassed. “You don’t have to do anything, I’ll tell you. It’s only right.”

I looked levelly at her and said nothing. At least this one doesn’t seem too bad. She even talked to me normally.

“We’re aware of the goddess Kagiyama. Some families even pay their respects in the traditional way, through the river.” I nodded. Very few still did that. “But she didn’t seem keen on being seen by any villagers.”
That sounded right. She hadn’t gone before a crowd willingly for as long as I could remember.

“So, it was a few days ago,” she continued, thinking back, “she came directly to us. More precisely, she showed up at my house. Alone. In the middle of the night.” She scrunched her eyebrows. “Does she do that a lot?”

“The ways of gods are not for us to fathom,” I recited in monotone, to which Keine gave a thin smile like she’d heard it before. Actually, it wouldn’t have been without precedent. Mother could be unpredictable. “Didn’t she speak to anybody else?”

“I don’t know. Possibly. I’m not even sure why she came to me, I’m just a teacher. Not that important,” Keine said, shrugging. That was clearly not true, but I chalked it up to humility. “She told me to keep it a secret from the villagers, and we didn’t discuss anything too critical, so I didn’t see a need to go against her. She asked after the village, whether we’d seen any unusual youkai activity, and so on. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Youkai, is it? Yes, all of that followed. But there was something that had been bothering me. I had to ask. “You don’t seem cowed by all this talk of goddesses and youkai.”

“Yes?” She blinked, looking at me as if I’d just told her the sun rises in the east. “We do have to deal with them ourselves occasionally, when our priestess isn’t available. Anyhow,” she continued, “she was very interested to know about any place youkai might gather, so I pointed her to our own Youkai Mountain.” She turned, then, and gestured to the one massive mountain range in the distance, rising above the rugged horizon. I hadn’t paid close attention since mountains weren’t exactly a rare sight, but it was much farther away than I’d thought. It’d dominate the view, up close.
She turned back to me and sighed. “Then she gave me some useless vague warnings, left, and that was all. Didn’t even say goodbye.” She muttered to herself. “Gods and goddesses are all the same, I swear.”

The dormant acid feeling pulsed and spread throughout me then, as I momentarily contemplated punching this woman right in the nose. How dare she speak ill my mother.
But it passed. I couldn’t do such a thing, not while it could compromise my goal. Maybe later.

“So, if you’re looking for her, that’s where I’d look. But be prepared. It’s teeming with youkai, including oni and worse.” Keine sighed again. “I’ll only ask one more thing of you. Please, keep an eye out for our shrine maiden. I’m worried for that girl.”

I nodded, eager to get out of here now that I had what I needed. “I will.”

[ ] Time’s wasting, the sun is up, and the less time spent in this village the better. Get going now.
[ ] The world doesn’t seem to be ending, for the time being. Spend the night and prepare carefully.

>> No. 196215
[X] Time’s wasting, the sun is up, and the less time spent in this village the better. Get going now.

Get going while the sun's still up.
>> No. 196216
At least she realized she was being rude. Our MC is mostly right, but does to put Hina in a pedestal a tiny bit too much.

[x] The world doesn’t seem to be ending, for the time being. Spend the night and prepare carefully.

Betting there will be some time between now and our next, relatively, safe position.
>> No. 196218
[X] Time’s wasting, the sun is up, and the less time spent in this village the better. Get going now.
>> No. 196219
[X] Time’s wasting, the sun is up, and the less time spent in this village the better. Get going now.

Wow, Keine wasn't a pushy cunt about it. Nice.
>> No. 196220
[x] The world doesn’t seem to be ending, for the time being. Spend the night and prepare carefully.
She has already said that preparation is everything
>> No. 196223
[ ] Time’s wasting, the sun is up, and the less time spent in this village the better. Get going now.
>> No. 196227
Say, would you guys like the story to go a little slower? I feel like I've been throwing too much plot at you too fast. Some extra fluff might do it good.
>> No. 196228
I'm liking the story a lot so far, and the pace is justified by the whole 'some ragnarok-esque event just occurred'. But if you think you can squeeze in more downtime/characterization, go ahead.
>> No. 196262
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It had taken longer than expected to prepare. I had to find the home I’d stayed overnight in, change into something not blood-soaked, pack up, eat something, even saying my goodbyes to the group took longer than expected: they were formal about it, even respectful, and insisted on making some offerings. It was a surprise to me, since they’d stepped so lightly around me before. Money wasn’t something I was ever too desperate for, but I accepted gratefully; it was the least they could do after I spent so many of my own resources with them.

I walked towards the great mountain range in the distance. It wasn’t clear how far it was, but perhaps I could get there by twilight if no more time was wasted.
My friend followed close this time, apparently no longer that concerned by the red sky. Even I was starting to get used to it. People can grow accustomed to anything.
I walked briskly from the deserted town, and before long the farms started to peter out. The piece of flatter arable land the village was situated in rapidly devolved into stony hills, the same jagged, tough-to-hike-in terrain that comprised most of the country. The path I took to get to the village had been mostly flat, but even a trodden way was a faraway dream here. We were closing in on real wilderness.

It took no time for the entire landscape to become heavily forested, which wasn’t unusual, but after all that talk of youkai, being hemmed in and blinded by the trees and plants like this made me uneasy. Not that being in an open field would have been any better: at least this way I had a hope of staying unseen. My friend stayed within eyeshot and frequently froze in place to listen for something, ears twitching which was as much of a show of being worried as he would ever make.

The forest wasn’t a kind one and it tossed loose stones and shallow roots my way at every opportunity, made even worse the visibility problems caused by the dimmer red sunlight. Light barely filtered through the leaves in the dense canopy, making everything hazy, indistinct in the crimson gloom. I can only imagine it was by blind luck or my friend’s intervention that nothing immediately attacked me, but the going was slow and exhausting. I had to carefully, carefully pick my way through it. The mountain remained defiantly in the far distance in the glimpses I caught of it between the leaves, and it became clear that getting anywhere before nighttime had been nothing but wishful thinking. Even forest noises, which I usually found relaxing, didn’t help.

I thought about my previous encounter and prayed that it was a freak accident, an unusually strong youkai that I stumbled upon by chance. If another of that kind of strength showed up by surprise, I’m not certain I’d be able to get away unscathed. I ran my hand over my gun, my knife, the pocket with my remaining three ofuda. They seemed scant protection, now, in the middle of this dark place.
Of course, I did have one more weapon up my sleeve, but… No, I banished the thought. No, I didn’t. Mother forbade it and that was the end of that.

I derailed that train of thought by force.
Oni, Keine had said. I thought about it as I walked. It didn’t seem credible. Those hadn’t been seen in decades – Even I knew little about them other than the stories and what I had been taught. In my lessons, mother told me that if I ever came across a youkai that looked human or mostly human, I should first hope to avoid notice. If that failed, talk to them and pray. As with everything that concerns them, it wasn’t an ironclad rule, but youkai who had amassed tremendous power tended to take more human-like forms – thankfully, they were also less beastly, and had motivations and temperaments as varied as those of people.
Oni were born nearly human in form already. It said something about them.
I shook my head. The situation was unpredictable, I couldn’t discount anything. How did people in the stories avoid being killed oni again? Drank with them? I didn’t have any beans on me, so that’d have to do.

The world’s shade of red continued to darken as the sun went down, becoming the color of wine by the time I decided it was time to stop and rest. I’d tripped over enough rocks for one day.
No convenient clearing or flat space presented itself, so I had to lie nestled between the huge exposed roots of a massive tree. It was uncomfortable, damp, not a little cold, and bugs crawling over me were a given in this spot – but staying hidden was my first concern, and these roots would hide me from both sides. After a few moments, my friend came up to me and snuggled up near my lap, uncharacteristically chummy. He was skittish as a cat most times, to the point I’d given up on trying to pet him.

That day I was thankful for him.
It had been a rough one. The sight of gore and the revolting feeling of piercing a piece of meat with a spear suddenly came back to me in a flash and I unconsciously squeezed at his white fur, pulling. He whined and nipped my arm, making me feel strangely reassured.

I felt like I deserved some rest.

[ ] A lucky charm.
[ ] A black feather.


Big choice. You should be able to solve this.
>> No. 196263
[x] A black feather.

This option is obvious, but what's the first? I must be real dense or something, because I got nothing.
>> No. 196264
[x] A lucky charm

Crow vs shrine maiden? Who knows
>> No. 196266
[X] A black feather.

>Big choice. You should be able to solve this.
Don't you dare overestimate me!

Not sure if this is an abstract dream sequence vote or related to specific characters. Crows (and their feathers) are a sign of ill omen/bad luck so I'll go with that?
>> No. 196269
[x] A lucky charm
>> No. 196273
[X] A black feather.

Black feathers are unlucky, and our protagonist serves the goddess of misfortune.
>> No. 196327
Sorry folks, lots of school stuff this past week, and more to come still. I'll try to hammer something out by thursday at the latest.
>> No. 196389
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I was a light sleeper by necessity, and the circumstances made me even jumpier than usual. As such, it was without surprise that I woke up before the sun had come up. I wasn’t completely sure what had woken me, but I looked blearily at my friend, who was still curled up against me but had his head up, white ears twitching and perked up at attention.
That’s how I knew it wasn’t just me randomly waking up because of a breeze. I knew I could rely on my friend’s senses. As for me, his reassuring white-reddish form was all I could see with how dark it was, what with the strange sky colour still in effect. He was deathly still and I followed suit, hoping whatever woke us up might simply pass us over, hidden as we were between the tree roots. I tried to stay calm – it could have been nothing more than some wild animal sniffing around.
It wouldn’t be that, of course. I wasn’t nearly so lucky.

A hard-to-describe noise sounded once, twice. Something like… a boulder dropping into a calm lake, but muffled. Or the biggest taiko drum I’d ever heard, heard through a thick wall. The rest of the forest’s noises seemed to dim in response, leaving the note to hang in the air. The vibrations resounded in my ribcage. My friend stayed quiet and attentive, perhaps following my lead. Clever boy.
Then, nothing. An emphatic nothing, the kind that made you freeze and wait for the hammer to drop, rather than sigh in relief.
My nerves were sharpened by the rush of excitement and fear. Even having just woken up I keenly felt the cold damp of the dead leaves, the soil on the forest floor, the warmth of my friend by my side, the cold night breeze, the rainy scent of the woods. My breathing was deep and slow as I tried to minimize noise and felt the heavy beating of my heart in my ears.
A tense, unmoving minute passed before there was another noise. It was the deliberate crunching of leaves, in the rhythm of an unhurried walk, not at all far from where I laid. My hand slowly went to my weapon, though I fervently wished I wouldn’t have to use it. Ammo wasn’t cheap or easy to come by, and more importantly, I’d very much enjoy not risking death a second time today.

It wasn’t looking like I’d have a choice. The steps sounded closer and closer, until it felt like someone was right outside my line of sight, just waiting for me to make a move. Then they stopped.

“Why, why, I wonder if some silly human around here mightn’t be trying to hide from me.”

The girl’s voice was soft and smooth as snakeskin, playful, smug and inviting. A dangerous voice, anybody would be able to tell.
If it weren’t clear enough the gig was up, my friend started a dangerous low growl. I quickly determined a fight wasn’t in my best interests here. It was odd finally finding the rare thinking, reasoning youkai out of nowhere like this, but the signs up until now seemed like solid enough indication. I tried to soothe my friend, placing a firm hand on his neck.

The Tengu took that moment to do a short hop over the tall root I was hiding before, landing square in front of me where I could see her.

Even in near total darkness, the pure-black, lustrous wings were striking, catching and reflecting what little light there was. Each one would be longer than she was tall if stretched out, and they rested at a relaxed angle, the very tips rustling dead leaves off the forest floor. The strange noises before were probably these beastly things beating, I realized.
The one they attached to was more striking still: tall, graceful, slim and clad in a flowing, elegant-looking traditional outfit I wasn’t familiar with. She looked young, with the short, free haircut of any common young girl without much to weigh her down, and the mischievous eyes to match it. She balanced effortlessly on a pair of tall one-toothed geta, nearly hidden by the long kimono. I didn’t even know people really wore those!
I wasn’t sure why I thought she was a tengu – even with the wings, it might have been any kind of bird youkai. Still, somehow, even though I’d never seen one in the flesh and even though I couldn’t see her that well in the dark, it felt like it. Something about the posture, the half-smile on her face, the confident movement in those impossible shoes told me so.

By then my friend seemed to have decided that she was no threat, and simply sniffed indifferently at her, the same way he’d sniff at any random person who came close enough.

“And here she is!” Something like excitement glinting clear in her eye as she looked down at me, the girl clapped twice, as if she were announcing an event. “I’ve been itching to get a good close look at you. You’re a courageous one, aren’t you?”

Mysteriously, even with her standing above me, I didn’t feel that scared. I knew that this girl could tear me in two as quick as she could wink, and the fear was in there, thrumming quietly deep inside my chest as it would be in any healthy human being. I also knew she was talking to me and I wasn’t already dead. I could reason and she could listen, and her words didn’t seem immediately threatening. Then again, I couldn’t know for sure. Who knew how a youkai mind worked?

“Don’t be shy, I probably won’t hurt you. Here.”
She extended a slim hand, smiling suspiciously. Her massive wings shifted smoothly behind her and closed up.

[ ] Stay as guarded as possible. A youkai is not your friend, no matter what.
[ ] She seems friendly enough, doesn’t she? No harm in hearing her out.


over a week to write an update that consists of 'and then aya showed up'
pretty pathetic
>> No. 196390
[X] She seems friendly enough, doesn’t she? No harm in hearing her out.

What could possibly go wrong?
>> No. 196392
[x] She seems friendly enough, doesn’t she? No harm in hearing her out.

> pretty pathetic

Pathetic is hiatus or cancelled. As long as you're still writing you're doing better than 90% of THP's authors myself included.
>> No. 196393
[x] Stay as guarded as possible. A youkai is not your friend, no matter what.

>> No. 196394
[X] Stay as guarded as possible. A youkai is not your friend, no matter what.

Earn your story, Aya.
>> No. 196395
[X] Stay as guarded as possible. A youkai is not your friend, no matter what.
>> No. 196407
[x] Stay as guarded as possible. A youkai is not your friend, no matter what.
>> No. 196408
Calling in a couple hours cuz I want to try a quick update yet again. Make it up for previous slowness, if I can.
>> No. 196418
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I felt rather than saw her appraising me, looking me over, a faintly amused smirk on her smug face. The wave of fear that had tried to bloom in me receded as I quickly thought over my options. Not that I was particularly brave, but I wasn’t positive how to interact with one of these. In the absence of preparation and knowledge my practice-honed instincts took over. I felt the confident, worldly persona well up inside me and the assurance that came with it bubble up in my head.
The thoughts came naturally to me then, as if they were being transmitted from someone else. I wouldn’t bend or quake before this girl just because it was a youkai. I’d dealt with her like (so said the character in my head) and I knew the score. There was no question of trusting her, of course. I didn’t hate or even dislike youkai like some of the old-fashioned humans did, but she was what she was and could no more help it than a pig could help rooting through mud.

It was a good thing, too, because if I had shown any fear she might have eaten me alive. I’d never studied up on tengu that much, but I had a vague notion that they were supposed to be competitive and cutthroat: opportunistic rogues and brutes that homed in on weakness like… well, carrion crows to a corpse.

“‘Probably won’t hurt me?’” I repeated, brushing off her hand, and raised myself in the most dignified way I could. I dusted myself off, then offered my own appraising gaze in return. The fact that I had trouble even making her out in the darkness may or may not have diminished the effect. My voice was firm – I was as ready for this as I was going to get. “Is that how all tengu greet someone for the first time, or are you just one of the rude ones?”

To my genuine surprise, she giggled, not offended at all. “I like you already, human, and I promise I’m a good judge of character.”
I didn’t know whether being liked by a tengu was a good sign.

“One thing, though, you mustn’t be so touchy! A teensy threat like that is waving hello around here. But you're right, it's only polite to give you my name.” She took a measured step back, inclined her head and theatrically opened her wings anew, nearly knocking me back to the ground with the abrupt gust of air it generated. The ground cover was blown clean, scattering leaves every which way.
If the goal was to impress and intimidate, it worked.
“I’m the pure and honest Aya Shameimaru, and my job is to know things.” she said happily, straightening herself. “And you’re Yoshiko, priestess to Kagiyama. You’ll excuse my giddiness, it’s just that you’ve caught me at the most wonderful time.” She doesn’t even attempt to hold back the grin stuck to her face, looking at me like an excited schoolgirl talking to a classmate. “Isn’t it all wonderful? Oh, but I must calm down,” she said, and I saw the massive dark shapes that had spread around her coalesce back onto her shoulders. “It’s not the time for that. First you’ll want to know what business I have with you,” she affirmed.

“Yes, I will,” I said flatly.

“Good! Then I already have something you want. You also happen to be holding something I want. Do you see? Right here between us we have the foundations of civilized society.” She smiles.

Something she wanted...? I frowned. So that was it. She wouldn’t kill me, but I’d have to give something up to pass unharmed. A classic set-up from the tales. I tensed in place and immediately so did my friend, still by my side. I knew how these things went – if it were an impossible request my only choice would be a fight. “I see. Name your price, monster.”

She scrunched her eyebrows. “No, no, you ‘ve got it all wrong. I honestly just want to chat! All friendly-like! See?” She spread her arms, showing nothing but her plain, bare hands. She let out a sigh. “Sheesh. How is it that every miko, everywhere, learns the exact same stupid habits and ideas?” She shook her head. “Nevermind. I can see you’re a careful girl, so I’ll give you two pieces of advice as signs of friendship. Are you ready? Good.” She blathered on without waiting for any kind of response. I just continued looking levelly at her.
“Number one. It’s fine to have some pep, but don’t insult any tengu to their face like you just did to me, unless you’re interested in…” she paused, searching for a word. “Trouble. Bad trouble. Do you follow?”

Neither her eyes, voice or posture gave any hint that this was more than a simple conversational point, the same way she’d tell someone to be quiet at a library. But there was something there, beyond the edge of conscious notice, that my body noticed and responded to without my leave. For the space of one heartbeat it felt as if my blood had been replaced by ice water. For that instant, all the nervousness and fear threatened urgently to come out.

I took the advice to heart. No insulting tengu, unless I want a fight.

“Number two, and this is the interesting one." She licked her lips. "You were followed by a mysterious secret admirer all the way from the village. He’s trying his level hardest to listen in on us right this moment.”

She smiled, impossibly smug, and whipped her head to what seemed to be a random direction.
Right when she did, however, I did hear something from there. An indistinct rustling noise, as you might expect from someone skulking around, and a very definite gasp.
My eyes widened. That was impossible. My friend would have noticed, wouldn’t he? Was this a trick?

[ ] Let them go. You’ve done nothing worth spying on or hiding.
[ ] Catch them. Some questioning is in order.
[ ] Catch them. A regular lone human will surely die in this forest, you can’t allow that.
[ ] It’s risky for you. Have Aya catch them.
[ ] Do something else?


yey i did it
>> No. 196419
[X] Catch them. A regular lone human will surely die in this forest, you can’t allow that.

This is her job, creepy stalker or no. Though if they take measures to avoid detection from animals, it's not likely they're your ordinary farmer.
>> No. 196420
[X] Catch them. A regular lone human will surely die in this forest, you can’t allow that.

Must be a special human to evade notice.
>> No. 196421
[X] Catch them. A regular lone human will surely die in this forest, you can’t allow that.
>> No. 196423
[ ] Catch them. A regular lone human will surely die in this forest, you can’t allow that.
>> No. 196429
Let's try to go for a hat trick, shall we?
>> No. 196432
[x] Catch them. Some questioning is in order.

Not sure if I missed the vote or not, but voting anyway to show my support.
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