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It reminded Okina of a mother holding a child, or more aptly, that woman who died and had quite the fondness for stuffed animals despite having out grown them.

Miko coughed into her hand, interrupting Mima’s strange moment. “If I’m not mistaken, that requires the willingness of the subject in question no?” Miko questioned as she held her Shaku upright.

“True,” Okina said, a patient look on her face. “I doubt a being with only has it’s basis in a grudge and no previous life is likely to turn it’s back ” She wasn’t that worried, they'd be sealing him not matter what and if it came to it he could be killed easily after that.

“Even if he doesn't want to right now, I can convince him, I know I can, please!. Sekai pleaded, almost jumping into the air.

“The way I see it we can just seal him away, somewhere, if Sekai is able to convince him to give up, all the better.”

Okina nodded. “So it seems as if that matter is settled, although the location of his proper sealing needs to be determined.”

Goro raised his hand to speak. “Excuse me, ma’am, but I believed Koishi mentioned something about him coming up from the underground, I’m sure we can work something out with the Palace of Earth Spirits.”

“All the better, I suppose you two should get on that then.”

“Ugh, fine. C’mon Goro.” Seija, said annoyed.

The two quickly departed, Goro trailing after Seija as they walked at a brisk pace. Avoiding the rubble and inconvenient ruins for Goro’s sake. Okina inwardly sighed, there as enough going on as is, but still even more to do.

Starting the next subject herself, Okina turned to Miko and performed another slightly bow from her chair. “My prince, “I believe there is also the issue of the cursed blood, the purification and removal of which falls inside your specialty.” Okina would have asked Reimu, but the shrine maiden, and inevitably her daughter were already busy enough.

“Don't worry, about the cursed blood, I already have an idea, although I’ll need the help of those goddesses from the Moriya temple and the Kappa. Bye for now.

Okina clapped her hands together in mock excitement, as her eyes scanned the nearby rubble of the village that still surrounded them. “Excellent, although before you go, it seems as if there's someone here to see you.”

As Okina finished her sentence, the ruins of a collapsed house split vertically, before collapsing into an indistinct pile of loose rubble, revealing the form of Kiene as she stood with a sword at her hip. “I apologize for my lateness.”

“Is everybody making a dramatic entrance today.” Mima complained, causing Keine to blush slightly.

Okina chuckled at Mima’s comment as she waved towards Kiene. “No offense taken miss Kamishirasawa, things have played out well in your absence, and I assume that is.”

“Yep!” The Marisa doll chimed, the aforementioned witch's voice coming out of it. “We got her when she tried to escape.”

“One less culprit to rack down later.” Reimu sighed. ” Guess she's just one more problem for me to seal?” Realistically, her and the other shintoists, the other shrines, would all play their part. But for someone close to retirement, having work piled on wasn’t fun.

Miko nodded ro Reimu, an impassive look on her. “Let me say this Seiga may live or die, either way she holds no affiliation with me or my allies.” “Byakuren, Your thoughts?”

The nun puffed up, crossing her arms. “The pacifist in me says that people need to be given the chance to be redeemed, but Seiga has already been given many chances to change her ways.” She shook her head.

“Buh-but-” Sekai, looked around for anybody to speak up, to make a case for Seiga.
But Ibaraki just stood silently, while Reimu continued to look on impassively, unphased.
Marisa was the only one to speak up.

“Hey, Seiga may be evil but-”

In a moment, the Ibaraki Moved with terrifying speed, blitzing towards Marisa and the orb containing Seiga’s head and hairpin that she held. Before she could event object, Ibaraki’s hand broke through the barrier, shattering it like glass, and pulped the head of the wicked hermit, bloody mist coating herself and Marisa.
She hadn’t needed to hear anything else, she knew what the witch would say, she would say that the hermit was useful for her knowledge, but Ibaraki did not care.

Nobody said anything, shocked or unwilling to either move or speak after the Oni’s outburst. Even Ibaraki eye’s widened, surprised at her own actions.

Slowly, she retracted her hand and then unfurled it, laying in her palm for the wick hermit hairpin. Miko only made a nonplussed but agreeable sound. “Mhm.”