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I was born into the Human Village 16 years ago.

It was an unremarkable birth that—because my parents are avid followers of the Moriyans—was blessed by Sanae Kochiya. When I was four and discovered my talent for magic, it was just natural I'd be steered towards becoming a shrine maiden. I wasn't as strong as, at that time, the Hakurei daughter, who could do a bunch of cool stuff already—she was born into a Shinto family of generations—but I kept learning from Sanae-sama, dedicating myself to our gods and always training. Even if it wasn't what I wanted at first, it became passion. Others may think I'm arrogant, nosy, desperate for attention or just a smart ass; even Sanae-sama sometimes jokes around those traits…

But Sayori Houtō will never be a coward.

That's why when those explosions began filling the world, drawing morbid fascination from me and the others—I never realized explosions could be that big—I was the only one not to wince or get lost amidst the show of light and noxious smoke, eyes rushing to Sanae-sama just in time to see her whispering something to Fujiwara no Mokou, trembling hands holding my gohei.

It didn't take a second…

… Fujiwara no Mokou exploded into a deluge of flames.

“DEFENSE!” I shout, drawing the other apprentices' attention, Moriyan protection seals unfurling all around me. Bound by duty, even the sobbing maidens moved past trauma, eyes welling and throats hurting; we spread around with multitudes of seals that, hurled forward, formed a barrier that the fire chewed on violently, my muscles shrieking, uniform flailing wildly, eyes wide; how much power is this?! I thought she and Sanae-sama were giving their all!

Regarding Sanae-sama, she was surrounded by seals, albeit ridiculously many—roughly ten times as many as all of us apprentices combined—but her seals conveyed a different message: Fujiwara no Mokou must be sealed.

She faced the immortal head front even despite one arm incapacitated, the two of them swerving through the air at speeds greater than even magic could detect, the flames much more constant and dangerous, hair strands burning and blood dripping from my nails as the unsteady seals had to be maintained—the same history all throughout us apprentices—else the Human Village would be completely engulfed in flames, the inferno meeting sacred paper emitting such intense heat that it was vaporizing the air and carbon in my lungs.

Fucking hell, why didn't we bring Hana Hakurei again?! Sanae-sama said she's so good with sealing…

The sun kept trying to break the seals, but all it found was blessed resistance, eyes burning under the blistering light; some maidens were put out of commission—mainly the younger ones—workload naturally befalling us, the older ones; each second more demanding, more tense…

… That doesn’t mean that a Moriyan maiden who’s been blessed by Sanae-sama, Kanako-sama, and Suwako-sama will just give up!

Fujiwara no Mokou was clearly altered from what I could see from the small breaches between the overwhelming tsunami of fire, though it was balanced by how damaged Sanae-sama was, gohei meeting a fist of flesh and bursting it into a show of gore, the flames then licking Sanae-sama's skin before she could properly get away and so, with Fujiwara no Mokou persistently regenerating any damage she took, bombs still exploding down below and buzzing my ears… Sooner or later, Sanae-sama will fold.

She needs help.

I look around desperately, hair beating around my face as the ocean of fire fights a winning battle to destroy the sacred wall, more and more of us buckling under the immense pressure, meaning Sanae-sama will have to come and stop it, which leaves Fujiwara no Mokou fully free…

… We won't be able to stop all and when it's released, with all the accumulated kinetics it built during statis…

Devastation… That can be used.

It's an idea first and foremost, and if it fails, we're more than screwed—but we need to help Sanae-sama some way… Hope they don't add suicidal to those slanders. “EVERYONE, CHANGE FORMATION!” I yell to the few that remain, the ones unable to continue supporting each other and, at least, offering prayers of power to us, muscles energizing if by little as faith poured down from beyond. Eyes fall on me, broad and terrified—they know already what'll happen, our seals cracking. “SPIN THE SPHERE!” I start to move, my seals swimming on the fire surface rapidly growing agitated, more pressure for us; eyes focused on Sanae-sama and the immortal above us trading blows.

Confused but without a better alternative, they followed me, the others gawking in awe as we moved from below to up the gigantic sphere of fire three times the size of the shrine… Obeying the laws of physics, the sphere pursued, the barrage of seals now pointing up: towards Sanae-sama and Fujiwara no Mokou.

Heavens, if this fails…

… Almost all seals shattered like glass, maidens sprinting for their lives…

I remained there—one stupid maiden against the sun.

>>28590397
She destroys your dick and replaces it with something else with her miracle powers to get the imouto she always wanted?

don't trust a hoe
never trust a hoe
won't trust a hoe

>>20431203
Slut Sanae raising Loli Sanae would be the worst of all timelines.

>>16423809
Truly, a green-haired superhuman descended from gods.

>>13398893
Sanae proud of her offspring.

>>12155307
>has been canonically debunked already
please elaborate.