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It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Reimu, however, is severely lacking in the knowledge department. You can forgive her: She was all alone. If the old Hakurei god would not—or maybe, could not—lend her power, then of course the girl would be surprised by her newfound strength.
“Shrine maidens directly draw on their god’s strength. That is what divine power is. You, on the other hand, have relied on your own abilities—up until now, that is. You’re a lot like your mother in that way. The Hakurei bloodline is impressive, I’ll say that.”
“Then before all this, that means I’ve been more or less resolving incidents as a normal human?”
“As a Hakurei, girl. You are no normal human.”
Reimu lifts a hand up to her face in awe. “So that means I’m really strong, now that I’m drawing from your power?”
“Just a fragment of my power,” you clarify. “But yes. Congratulations, Reimu, you are a real miko now. We should throw a party.”
“...So, is there a catch? To wielding your powers?”
You grin. “You shall do something for me as my shrine maiden. But that’s in the future, and I promise you—nothing bad will come of it. Barring that, you are free to use my divinity as you please. So go crazy and start beating people up with extreme prejudice.”
“I’m not going to do that!”
“But you just did,” Tewi says. “And speaking of. What are we going to do about the kudan?”
Reimu glances back to the scene of the wreckage. “Oh, yeah. Him.”
The kudan looks content to lie there and remain dead to the shrine maiden, but the twitch of sore limbs regretfully gives away the fact that he is still alive.
Reimu prods him with her gohei. “So are you going to ‘fess up what you were doing now?”
“I would have obliged,” he wheezes out, “Without the reckless fighting. Mujina, come closer too. And if you could, please help me up. I shall now clear the situation.”
“Y-yes, sir.” The badger, who would have preferred to remain invisible, reluctantly leaves his shelter behind the trees and joins the bovine-faced youkai, lifting the kudan up from under his shoulder.
“Kudans are destined to die from the moment they are born… as all mortals do. But their deaths foretell of misfortune to come, as decreed by the kudan’s prophecy.”
“I thought that kudans die after their prophecy has come true?” you say.
He shakes his head. “A misinterpretation. They live long enough to foretell the misfortune to come, and when they die, they expel the misfortune they have gathered from the area. It is a curse from the land, if you will.”
“I didn’t know that. Interesting.” You smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
—A “curse of the lands,” he says. The kudan is yet another you can wrest control of and consume—
“So what does that do with you ordering the badger to attack?” Reimu asks.
“On the pathway down the mountainside, I had stumbled onto some humans. I do not believe they saw my visage, only the shadow my body drew from the moonlight—it was late at night, I believe—and they screamed of a youkai, running back to their homes. By the next day, they had already spread rumors of an amalgamous beast. I then realized: What if I become this beast? So, by luck, I found a mujina, and used him to spread rumors that a youkai of many forms was attacking the village. By association, that would have been me, who had initially started the rumor. I had to make it authentic, so I threatened the mujina to deliver a convincing performance.”
The badger goes wide-eyed. “You—really?”
The kudan nods.
“Hold on.” Reimu takes a provocative step forward. “Are you saying that you’re trying to… transform yourself to another youkai?”
“If I cease being a kudan, then no misfortune shall befall Gensokyo.” A trace of self-conflict reflects in the youkai’s darkened eyes. “That is all.”
Reimu looks doubtful. “Can you even do that? Just… become something else?”
“You can,” Tewi says in soft assurance.
You look to the rabbit, ready to say something, but instead you drop the matter and agree. “Yeah, it’s possible. A rare circumstance, but it has happened before.”
Reimu chews on a fingernail in contemplation. “Alright. So—tell me honestly. What do you think we should do with you?”
“I do not know,” he says gravely.
[ ] The kudan’s doing no real harm, so let him be.
[ ] The kudan needs to stop the pointless attacks to the village.
[ ] You could offer to strip away the curse—you are a curse god, aren’t you?