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have you ever grabbed a bag of wet sand?

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Refusing to be left behind, Toutetsu barged into the conversation: “Alright, that’s enough out of you two! I’m done being a spy. It doesn’t suit me, and this girl here will do a far better job of it, even if she’s saying some stupid things right now. Take this damn thing off me and give it to her already.”

Reclining in her throne, Okina’s presence began to manifest itself. The same power Aya felt during their duels. “My my, Toutetsu. Can’t you let a woman have fun in these stressful times?” Without moving a finger, magic swelled around the goddess and the taotie. Satono and Mai simply continued their routine as a myriad of colors, unseen in the natural world, refracted through the water. The lights enveloped Toutetsu completely while she stood there, bored and annoyed. In an instant, the energy vanished. No trace of it could be felt.

“Really? For a Hidden God, you really like showing off.” Turning towards a far-off door, Toutetsu simply slung her giant spork over her shoulders and sauntered off. “Welp, I gotta go help Ranni out with something. I guess I’ll see ‘ya later.” She only saw the back of her head, but Aya could imagine the biggest grin on the Gouyoku boss’ face.

Okina returned her attention to the tengu standing in front of her. Now that she was alone, Aya had to trust her instincts to carry her through the rest of her interview. “Don’t think that just because I removed Yuuma’s backdoor I would hand it over easily. Why should I allow a youkai like you to serve me?” Her eyes narrowed as she prepared to unravel her every word.

“The tengu are enemies to both of us: They took away everything I worked for and partnered with someone who’s doing terrible things. Since you’ve been interested in taking them down, wouldn’t having an inside man, motivated by revenge and betrayal be helpful?” Don’t think about Yukari. Focus on the tengu! “The rumors of the wind are our first real line of defense. Combined with your control over secrets, crippling the tengu would be child’s play!”

“Eh.” Okina was unimpressed, beginning to pet the distressed rat at her feet. “I can pluck rumors from the wind whenever I feel like it, assuming there’s anything worth plucking from it in the first place. Don’t bore me with the pitiful feats of a tengu. What are you, Aya Shameimaru, worth to me?” As the goddess’ golden eyes glistened, the tengu was forced to rack her brain for something easy to reveal, yet unique…

“I don’t need to tell you, I can show you!” Perking up, Aya pulled a collection of photos from her bag. Approaching the goddess’ throne, Aya leafed through to find what she was looking for: The red-white miko’s defeat.

“So? It’s no secret the Hakurei miko is easily tricked, especially now. Even her intuition cannot save her from her own mistakes anymore.” Taking the album herself, Okina sifted through a collection of miscellaneous photos until she came to blonde girl dressed in red and white. “And who’s this supposed to be?”

Aya looked closer at the photo before she could recognize the person’s face. “Oh, that’s Alice leaving the HSE.” Turning towards Okina’s face, the tengu noticed intrigue, wonder… desire?

The goddess muttered under her breath: “So she’s been hiding a figure like that under that dress, huh? And that contrast between her eyes and that dress… still so innocent” If the tengu’s ears weren’t deceiving her, the goddess’ breath had gotten heavy.
Slamming the album shut, Okina grasped the tengu by her shoulders and turned her around. Slipping one hand underneath her shirt, Aya immediately felt a rush of magic coursing through her back. It was similar to the power of the seasons, but controlled. She also felt a hand caress the back of her collarbone, causing the tengu to let out a squawk. “Hey! What was that for?!”

Ignoring her question, Okina pushed her back from the throne and began in a booming voice: “Aya Shameimaru, I have found your deeds worthy for entering my service. You will aid me in destroying the wretched tengu society and unraveling Yukari’s anomaly!” Aya could do without all of the “I”s and “Me”s, but her goal was accomplished. Yukari stole her life. With Okina on her back, Aya could at least take back her mountain.

“Thank you, Matarajin! Oh, before I go, when are you going to to watch me?”

“I will see everything you see, my servant.” That was expected, but maybe it didn’t have to be that much…

“If I give you more photos of girls in the Reimu get-up, can you watch me a little less?” The goddess shut her eyes and held her face in her hands. Damnit, did she offend her?

“...That will be determined.” Her mission accomplished, Aya left the Land of the Backdoors for the Youkai Mountains. It was time to rest. Finding a poor girl to exploit would have to wait for the morning.

(Part 28)

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