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Sweat dripped down her forehead into the dark of the alley, only the wind and… sounds of people moving and shouting. People out in the streets, they were fighting here it seemed to the rhythm of gunfire and explosions. Youkai died above their heads, men died below while the revolution carried on in this bloody night, anyone interested in peace burned in the immortal’s fires or cowered in the safety of the herd.

Hana couldn’t stay here; it would only make things harder for everyone if she got caught. Before she could commit, she felt a hesitation root her feet to the spot; the rooves… faces flashed by her mind. The panting miko breathed deeply and cleared her mind as she let the worldlines tense, slowly finding a path along the smoke and between the violence to anywhere but here.

Head throbbing with the fumes of blood and gunpowder she steeled her nerves and took a few pacing steps towards the distant road. Before she found a good path she felt it, death came from behind and her body moved as it was trained too. Despite her fatigue, she snapped back towards the rush of wind and shriek of blood lust that raked her mind. Gohei already in hand, it jerked up and with a shockwave formed of divine blessing she stops the stained claws of a youkai in human form.

Mind focused now that her blood was pumping and heart pounding in her ears, she could smell the blood on his hands and practically tasted the death that clung to him. The thing snickered as its feet skittered lightly on the dirt, as if it weighed nothing, “Another stray wondered into the dark? I was right to linger here for souls, the winter is just a wonderful season!”

A grating voice met Hana’s ears, the youkai in front of her spoke with all the passion their kind usually did. She wanted to just get away, to just step back and fly along the worldlines, but that smell and the blood on his claws… he’s been hunting people beyond any idle threat…

It was something to do, something that only she could do to help even if it was just swinging her gohei! Still, she needed to learn more and keep this idiot talking if she didn’t want to make a mistake. The weight of what would happen to Sanae and Sayori if she was forced to get help weighed heavily.

Without ceremony she spat acid out, “Where in the hells do you think you’re stabbing your dirty claws!? I could smell the stench of an oni’s fundoshi them!”

It seemed to irk him enough, the snickering stopped and a clear note of bitterness entered his annoyingly scratchy voice, “W-what?! Are all you humans so insulting?! Can’t you tell who I am from my presence alone?! I bring pain from the underworld and ride on the northern winds, spreading death and stealing souls, I am Anaji-sama!”

Gohei extended and limbs almost twitching from the anticipation of further violence, Hana mustered her thoughts, “Like I care what some third-rate youkai with a fourth-rate name thinks of themselves, the only winds you ride come out my rear!”

In truth Hana had heard of him, a spirit that rumored to be the winter wind itself that would bring death to the unwary. Supposedly free to walk in the underworld and only comes up to the surface for the winters, an annoying sort who shifted with the winds like some annoying tengu. A violent sort, and cocky as all hell it seemed. Small fry, but making even the slightest mistake here could force their hand.

It seemed that she got to him, magic swirled behind as a circle of light illuminated the alleyway and made Hana squint lightly. Frigid winds started blowing down the alleyway from seemingly nowhere, forcing a crisscrossing barrier of fantasy seals in response to break the wind and chill from robbing her warmth. It felt as if the wind itself beckoned one to death, lifeless and stagnant, the icy gusts stealing more than her warmth. Dammnit… Guess it wasn’t hyperbole about this guy.

A grumbling bark rang out of his fanged mouth, situated on a rather disgusting face now that his rage exposed his turned-up nose that reminded her of a bat. Head sporting sick dark hair which dangled freely to his back and sat above blackened eyes that reminded her of the shell of a beetle. His body was still humanoid and clothed at least, garbed in contrastingly tasteful looking clothing that wouldn’t look out of place on a fashion conscious merchant. If it wasn’t for the gore splattered on the chest and sleeves of the outfit it would’ve blended in to the occasion.

He raised a viscera caked paw to point it at the miko, as if matching her gohei, “Damn brats these days have tongues too sharp for their own good, once I kill you, I won’t even make your soul serve me like the others; I’ll dump into the Sanzu itself and laugh as you drown!”

Before I knew it three days passed, time flies when you're writing doesn't it?
Anyways, next is the encounter with Mystia, random run-ins, the fireworks show, and chatting around and whining to her two god moms!
Lets see if Hana can avoid the fated sperg-out I have cooking, after the build up to the Heida stuff I'll be in the clear to do the Kasen confrontation in about two more chapters. Please wait warmly~

Next time on Hana's Hakurei Harm show: Hana gets mindfucked, Yukari unwinds after finding her cat giving daughter eyes to Anon, all of her moms are entirely oblivious and drop the ball entirely!

Tune in tomorrow!

>>46107021


Hana wasn’t feeling overconfident per se, she had seen what the women floating in front of her could do both physically and in danmaku many times over. She knew that she’d lose handedly normally, even with her ability, she’d eventually lose out as Reimu got used to the way she moved. On the top of it all Hana only had one spell card, and while she’d adjusted it since she’d got it to suit her own way of moving there was no delusion that she’d be able to win even by timeout.

With gohei in hand Reimu seemed unusually relaxed as the cold wind buffeted them both. Despite the fact that the chill most definitely was cutting through her sleeves and gloves, she seemed almost relaxed. As if ignoring Hana’s annoyance pointedly there was a certain girlish giddiness in her mother’s voice as she chatted, “The field behind the shrine always has tranquil air during the evening, doesn’t it?”

Her mother seemed a little carefree as she raised the gohei and let the air flutter the paper tassels. Hana couldn’t help but respond to the provocation, her blood getting a bit hotter in defiance of the chill in the air, “Isn’t it? It’s a perfect place to show off your power to people who look down on you!”

Hearing Hana’s banter Reimu smiled widely as a fire seemed to light in her eyes, “It’s always the smallest dogs that yap the loudest, why don’t you show me how much you’ve improved?!”

With those last few words, the two women summoned their danmaku, two orbs took their spot at Reimu’s side and on Hana’s summoned seals flew behind her. Hana made the seals fly in a pattern that looked like a yin yang, something she’d been cooking up for just such an occasion. Like something that lay dormant waking up, the world felt brighter as the first patterns of danmaku started taking off.

>>45705429

Wiping her eyes with a detached sleeve made of fine yet durable cloth that seemed to make up Hana’s new outfit she looked down at her gloved hands and twirled one of the long locks of dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders. Alice was the one to speak first, her gentle voice drifting across from behind her and over the backrest of the couch as if it were to display all the affection she’d been bottling up, “If you don’t wish to speak that’s fine, there is nothing you have to explain.”

Hana didn’t respond, not openly anyways, her mind on the other hand was buzzing with the fear of rejection. It was irrational of course, her logical mind that was just getting back up on its feet told her so. She really didn’t want to be here anymore, she wanted to bury her head back in Yuuka’s bosom or even excuse herself home. Though it wouldn’t solve anything, it would only push the problem for another day.

Steeling her nerves Hana opened her mouth, her voice was thin and she cursed the trembling in her voice, “Was I so wrong? I just wanted everyone to be happy and…” Sanae put an arm around her and rubbed her exposed upper arm, “This happened instead and- and I just thought that I could make it work”

Hana lifted her face, her eyes filling with tears again. She looked in front of her and across the table over the backrest of the other sofa, her eyes focusing on the far wall of the room ignoring the figures she saw in her peripherals. The trembling in her voice grew as she felt the corners of her mouth dip as if shuddering, “Is Yu- Yukari really that bad of a person…? She didn’t used to be that bad before right? S-she said I could trust her and she wanted to help me, she even helped me get better at making barriers and understanding how to use gaps. I want to believe that she isn’t bad but… was Rei-mother right about her…?”

For a panicked second as Sanae’s arm slowed her caress and she could practically hear the sounds of gears grinding. The thought of how they were about to shout at her, overreact like rabid animals as they tried harming just like all those years ago clawed their way up to the surface for a second that lingered on like hours. Hana felt clammy, memories flooding her of past abuses visited upon her by red-white fury and suffocating her like purple malice.

We are now out of Eientei namek
Next time on Hanaball z:
May god have mercy on Ran and the others as they'll be next to deal with Hana's chicanery and pent up teenage frustration as she desperately grasps at straws to figure out a motive for Yukari's nonsense. No matter what happens, everyone will lose.

>>45191705
Hana's was very genuine, she's just tsundere so it had to be coaxed out of her!
Anon will come around to her feelings... any day now...