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The way Nitori spoke didn’t sit right. ‘Inspiring’ sounded sketchy. The oni were also ‘inspired’ by Kasen’s fight. Though, Aya was excited to find out what drew all the kappa away from their work. What didn’t excite her was traveling into the earth where her escape routes were limited.

The elevator doors slid open. The sound of kappa at work boomed as machines whirred and cranked around a massive structure, carrying teams of kappa to their assignments. Bright spotlights lit up a golden, reflective statue. It took a second for the tengu’s eyes to adjust and realize exactly what she was looking at.

“That’s… the puppet from that bazaar, right? The steam-controlled one?” It was a lucrative day for the Mountain, but Sanae moped around, mumbling about ‘real mechas’ or something. If she saw this, she’d be singing a different tune.

With an echoing click, the lights in the megalitic chamber dimmed. Without the harsh reflection, the tengu could see the giant nad his upgrades in detail. “Not just a puppet, Aya. Not anymore! Suwako’s suggestions were Hisoutensoku’s humble beginnings; A mere illusion. What stands before you now is the embodiment of justice and enlightenment long forgotten in our desolate wonderland!”

Hisoutensoku’s wings were huge, jointed so that they could bend and retract. His chestpiece was more robust and a lot shinier. The giant’s arms were fitted with massive gauntlets and joints were made to articulate it with more than simple air pressure. His legs were heavily armored and more importantly, seemed to work independently. Although his face was the exact same, covered in that golden sheen, he had a new aura. This was not just innovation. It was a work of devotion.

“He’s an impressive weapon. But, are you sure he’s what Gensokyo needs right now?” Aya didn’t expect Nitori to react as strongly as she did. With a flourish, Nitori threw off her dress and pointed one accusing finger at the tengu.

“You should understand more than anyone what he means! Yukari, Kasen, Reimu— everyone’s turned to cruelty! When Anon came to Gensokyo, he seemed to be a good fit for Reimu. He didn’t have much money, but he put in his best effort for her sake. Even if things went wrong with the miko, Marisa or Sanae would be there to help him out. Humans help each other out, right?” Behind her intense gaze, the pain and helplessness Nitori felt was plain to see.

“But that isn’t how it happened. Nobody was strong enough to save him without being hurt themselves. Anon’s just one example that shows how easy it is for powerful people to have their way…” Sweat racing down her arms, Nitori’s hands fell to her sides as they balled into fists. “Not anymore. NOT ANYMORE! The only one in Gensokyo who can fight for truth, love and justice without a thought for their own selfish desire is one that can’t think at all! No self-preservation, no inhibition, no vice—Hisoutensoku is born with the thoughtless inner peace all hermits strive towards! The Thermonuclear Titan Hisoutensoku can—no, will be Humanity’s Greatest Ally! We can’t wait for a god to save Gensokyo, so we’ll make our own!”

Aya didn’t know when she pulled out her notepad, but she was glad she was writing. A god built by the kappa to even the playing field—this was juicy news! “That’s amazing! What’s he powered by, faith? An electric generator?”

“Nuclear power. Hisoutensoku is the protector of our future, powered by the energy of the future! He’s even got an assortment of built-in tools and rocket boosters to spread justice at the speed of sound!” Niroi fished a complex-looking controller from her backpack. With the flip of a switch, Hisoutensoku’s right gauntlet disassembled from a benevolent fist and reformed into a menacing drill.

“Ah. A nuclear god with rocket-powered drills. I’m sure the Yama would see it as ‘justice’ too.” Despite her sarcasm, the tengu’s excitement was building inside. “So, if it isn’t too much trouble, do you think I might be able to get an ‘inside’ scoop?”

Nitori flashed a devilish smile at the tengu. “Of course. HISOUTENSOKU’S OPENING UP!” At her warning, all the kappa surrounding the robot’s head dispersed. A hatch opened up between his eyes. Flying with wings and a propeller, Aya and Nitori went up to take a closer look.

The tengu took photos of the cockpit from outside. “Wow. This is really cool. Well, now that I’m done, if I could just get my bombs—“

“Don’t you wanna see him live?” Insistently, Nitori pushed Aya towards the cockpit, sending her tumbling into the pilot’s seat. “Lemme just grab a drink and we’ll try—huh?” Without prompting, the hatch closed with a click. Nitori was left hovering outside while the tengu was alone inside of Hisoutensoku.

The kappa kept pressing the hatch release on her remote. It wasn’t working.

(Part 75)

While I agree patreon, fanbox, etc. has made it very easy for novice artists to squeeze money out of porn addicts and social media encourages serving the lowest common denominator to get mass market appeal, it's disingenuous to say that all artists have gone this way. If you dig past all the flavor of the month bandwagon artfags you can still find works made for the sake of art and the source material rather than generating money with gratuitous lewdity. It's unfortunate you have to actively look for it, but it's not like they all went extinct.

OP is a fag and just wants his post and forget outrage thread.