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>>44852682
Didn't you listen to Sekibanki's song?
https://youtu.be/NZdiH3TrbKU?si=k_CP-xWpNx8YosP7

Waiting warmly for hunteranon to return.

I get why people like the PV outfit but if I can't see sexy bankilegs, what's the point?

Banki realizing that people only like her in that outfit for lewd reasons!

does anyone have that picture of banki with her head on at an angle, and she's saying that from her point of view, it's the world that's crooked

>>44852771
I wish i could change places with baki’s head on the middle right

>>44856387
found it

>>44857972
thank you anon!

spooky season

>>44854303
this

>>44862529
! ! !
BRACK DRAGUN

>>44856309
Guess we should make her get used to it then

>>44858659
no problem anon
have a seki

She could easily kiss rape someone

>>44870761
Like so

>>44871710
SCANDELOUS

>>44852137
She could easily kiss rape someone

>>44852137
Training at the track for months!
Becoming the fastest sprinter in Gensokyo!
Waiting around the canals at night!
Seeing the rokurokubi spawn her heads!
Sprinting out!
Catching one in your comically oversized net!
Sprinting off into the night!
Enjoying your Banki head!

>>44884148
What woud you even do with a Banki head?

>>44884148
>Training at the track for months!
>Becoming the fastest sprinter in Gensokyo!
you would be definitely the most optimistic man in gensokyo!

>>44884148
the only thing you would achieve is to be kidnapped by a tengu.
they are also eugenists, you know?

>>44882094
Noo... I want to save my first for a goddess...

I made some Sekibanki porn today.

https://files.catbox.moe/63ptt0.jpg

>>44887789
>i
>made

>>44887789
I can't say I've ever seen someone peeping on themselves having sex before
this could be a whole new genre
a sekigenre

>>44888343
reminds me of a short comic about a couple who got some portal stuff, and became detached heads watching their bodies doing it.
it was very hot.

where is the writefag with the story about the hunter I need my autism overload for the day.

Still waiting...

>>44895879
post sekieats in the meanwhile

>>44890189
If another touhou thread becomes a writer faggotry cesspool i am going to lose it

>>44897760
2hu writefaggotry is a time-honored tradition

>>44852137
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8w9Xh41tUas

>>44897760
Opposed to what? Another pointless image dump thread, with the latest stuff on Gelbooru swiped and posted until the bump limit is hit - so you can go and make a second thread to do the same thing all over again? I'd rather read a hundred shitty oneshots than sit through another boring waifu shrine thread, because at least writefagging takes some modicum of effort.

>>44897760
If the writefagging wasn't so melodramatic, I'd be content.

>>44898117
you don't understand, if it was about multiple writers and stories it would be alright, but its just one nigger samefagging and his disgusting story being posted over and over again, that's the whole thread, one stream line of shit

>>44898347
So you are opposed to writefagging if its just one writefag making a constant story in thread?
I'm not sure what you're mad at

>>44897910
Good stuff.

>>44898347
>posted over and over again,
Good thing the stories in these threads are brand new stories being written on the spot huh? Pointless complaint for the sake of being a contrarian.

>>44886931
bowling

>>44900890
She's a natural at ball sports

>>44898347
Why don't you write your own story then?

>>44909994
he probably would be writing if that were the case, but as we can see from his whataboutism and bnaki-less post in what is otherwise a waifu shrine booru dump I think he just wants to complain for the sake of if

>>44910020
In addition, his complaints don't make sense - there's only two active writefagging threads on here. One is made by a solitary author (Kirisame Magic Shop), and the other is made a variety of different authors (Hakurei Shrine Experience). I don't get their problem.

>>44909994
Because there will never a Sekistory!

Is writeanon still alive? He hasn't updated the AO3 version like he said he would.

>>44914669
He intends to come back to it but he's busy writing trauma hags, cunny, and other things in that collaborative writefag thread. It'll be like that till that story peeters out or finishes

>>44914669
I've gotten caught up in other things both in writing projects and IRL stuff to an extent, I intend to continue on my banki story soon enough.
Writing about horrible things is just so cathartic.

>>44886931
Hug pillow

>>44886931
Throw pillow

>>44886931
Fancy hat

>>44911077
Deepest Seki thread lore.

Think fast!

>>44898117
the images i can at least save but i cant right click the text anon

>>44934375
>hold left click
>drag over text
>ctrl+c
>open notepad/word
>ctrl+v
>ctrl+s
it's not hard

Live!

>>44867843
very pretty, the faux watercolor is awesome.

>>44888343
anon is a modern day Da Vinci goddamn

>>44957060
Very cute, thank you for sharing that lovely art

>>44957060
sauce?

>>44958432
https://twitter.com/Hikibee_/status/1712923698171347070

>>44957300
thank you for loot

>Another day began as Sekibanki donned her stealth gear to investigate a suspicious cave for the Grassroots Youkai Network..

Sekibanki crept through the dim cave, peering around cautiously. Strange noises and voices echoed off the rocky walls, setting her on edge. As she rounded a bend, a loud voice rang out:

"Oi, zog! A Taimanin!" There was a chorus of raucous laughter. "Me lucky day. Better get me chloroform, eh boyz?"

Sekibanki froze in place, eyes wide. There were actual orcs here?! Orcs, in Gensokyo!?
And they thought she was…Her face flushed under her high collar. Of all the ridiculous…

Heavy footsteps approached and an enormous orc strode into view. He had to be over nine feet tall, with bulging muscles, green skin and a slack jaw showing jagged teeth. He peered down at her with beady red eyes, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

"Well well, what's a pretty lil Taimanin doin' in our cave, eh?" His breath washed over her and she grimaced at the smell. More orcs emerged from the shadows, equally huge and hideous. They crowded around her, poking and prodding with thick fingers.

"Looks like our lucky day, boyz!" one hooted. "We got ourselves a playthin'!" Raucous laughter erupted and Sekibanki recoiled in alarm.

The largest orc leaned down, fetid breath hot on her face. "Don't be scared, lil lady. We just wanna have some fun!" He reached out a meaty hand--

Sekibanki screeched, flinging out her arms. "S-stay back! I'm warning you!" Her cloak billowed around her as she backed away hastily.

The orcs paused. Then they burst into laughter again, slapping their knees. "Ooo, she's a feisty one!"

Sekibanki blinked. That was not the reaction she'd expected. The lead orc grinned, showing a mouthful of jagged teeth.

"Just kiddin' with ya. We ain't gonna hurt no Taimanin." He snorted. "Even if you was real! We just wanted to give ya a scare." The other orcs guffawed in agreement.

Sekibanki gaped at them. A joke? Her panic drained away, replaced by disbelief and annoyance. "Y-you filthy beasts! How dare you frighten me so!"

The orc chieftain shrugged his massive shoulders. "Eh, we got bored. Don't get many visitors, see." He leaned down again with another waft of foul breath. "No hard feelings though, eh?"

Sekibanki grimaced, taking a hasty step back. Of all the ridiculous nonsense…trust orcs to have nothing better to do than harass passersby. She huffed, crossing her arms and turning up her nose at the beasts.

"Keep your stench and your jokes to yourself, you vulgar creatures! I'm not some character from your depraved works of fiction." She spun on her heel, cloak billowing behind her. "Good day!"

The orcs watched in silence as she strode off down the tunnel. After a moment, the chieftain threw back his head with a roar of laughter.

"Oi, she told us off good!" He slapped the shoulder of the orc beside him, nearly knocking his fellow greenskin over. "Right mouthy lil gal, eh boyz? I like 'er!"

The cave echoed with the raucous laughter of orcs once more. Sekibanki seethed as she emerged into daylight again, her face burning under her collar. The nerve of those beasts! She sighed, rubbing her temples wearily. What a bizarre day. And what was she going to tell the others about this?

>>44962372
>Later that day

Sekibanki sighed, tugging at her high collar as she recounted the day's events to Kagerou and Wakasagihime. No sooner had she finished than Kagerou burst into laughter, slapping her knee with a hoot.

"Banki, you were literally in a raunchy situation right out of those Taimanin fantasies!" Kagerou gasped between guffaws. "S-surrounded by horny orcs in close quarters! Hahaha!"

Sekibanki's face flared and she shot the werewolf a withering look. "It's not funny! Those beasts had the nerve to frighten me half out of my wits with their nonsense."

Kagerou wiped a tear from her eye, shoulders still shaking. "Y-yes but—pffft—it is just oo perfect! To stumble into a literal orc's den, after we told you that your gear resembled Taimanin suits..." She dissolved into laughter again.

Wakasagihime sighed at the werewolf girl, offering Sekibanki an apologetic smile. "Pay her no mind. You know how Kagerou enjoys her mirth." The mermaid rested her elbows on the rim of her gigantic bowl, watching Sekibanki with a sympathetic look. "It sounds as if you had quite the ordeal. Though it seems these orcs meant you no real harm, vulgar as their jokes may have been."

Sekibanki huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's little consolation. My poor nerves won't soon forget that encounter." She grimaced in recollection of the orc chieftain's rancid breath. "And I'll be smelling that stench for days, I'm sure."

Kagerou's laughter finally died down to the occasional snort and chuckle. She wiped her eyes once more, shooting Sekibanki a broad grin. "My apologies, Banki-chan. I shouldn't make light of your suffering." Her shoulders shook again with barely-contained mirth. "But by the gods, to imagine you surrounded by those beasts…"

Sekibanki's eye twitched. Was her discomfort meant to be so amusing? Still, she couldn't find it in herself to stay properly annoyed with the werewolf. With a put-upon sigh, she shrugged her shoulders in resignation.

"Yes, yes, laugh away." She waved a hand at Kagerou in dismissal. "I'm thrilled to provide you both with entertainment for the evening." Her lips quirked despite herself at the absurdity of the situation. What strange company she kept with these two.

>>44962445
I can smell Kag's jealousy through the screen, that werewolf always looking to get "closer" to people but never able to work up the nerve.

>>44958562
Cute

business bank

>>44963350
what is the tie attached to
please answer, this question will keep me up tonight

>>44963573
To her hair

>>44963573
Don't you know how a necktie works?
It's an essential skill to get ahead in the game.
Luckily, she's got a good head on her shoulders. Hasn't gone to her head, either. Not willing to stick her neck out for someone who won't return the favor either, canny of her.
Got to get to work now, or she'll have my head!

>>44963573
to her hair ribbon

>>44886931
What WOULDN'T I do with a Banki head...

>>44962372
Sekibanki with warhammer orcs was not an image I thought I'd ever see.
Da boyz iz jus avin a gran ole time of et.

>>44977227
Does that mean warhammer is forgotten?

>>44984242
Sekibanki is such a counter to the SCP, she can just watch it with 2-9 heads and plan blinking perfectly... AND no neck if she would slip up.

>>44978531
Warhammer: Age of Sigmar specifically.

>>44988173
Bnaki is an SCP herself

>>44955885
Da means from, it's not a proper noun

>>44991233
dont think so buddy

>>44991298
>doesn't know what a proper noun is

>>44854303
I like the rubber bodysuit more because it's unique. Especially for touhou.

Imagine desperately humping Banki! Imagine your cock hopelessly trying to penetrate her pussy but getting stopped by her rubber bodysuit! Imagine your cock spurting all over her bodysuit! Imagine Banki saying Bang! and then lean in and kiss you!

>>44992018
I'll make her suit my condom

>>44992018
>rubbing against her bodysuit
God fucking damn that is my fetish. Imagine the smell and taste of warm latex as you lick, suck, and chew Sekibanki's petite breasts audibly through the material, as she places her arms around back, all the while as you rub your shaft between her legs until you ejaculate. Imagine the beauty of witnessing the cum you spewed, glistening in the light against the black rubber, that simultaneously covers and reveals her stomach before she pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. Then, the delight smell of latex and body sweat enters your nostrils as Seki pulls away the tight covering that hints at the wonderful sight of her nether regions, as the night leads into passionate sweaty lovemaking.

I chewed on a lot of uninflated rubber balloons as a kid. I think that's the origin for this fetish of mine.[/spoiler

>>44994253
2hus wearing latex body suits are the best, you got good taste anon

>>45001342
Heck, I'd be content with naked cuddling (and also a with lot nuzzling and groping). Cute naked girls with shapely boobs are sexy, but there's something about body conforming clothing that just scratches my itch. Rubber that's tight enough to hint at the goods is the gold standard, as the very existence of a latex barrier against a visible outline serves as a massive tease while also allowing you to do plenty of teasing yourself - with that sort of body conforming suits, you also can enjoy an extended foreplay as you aren't launched into direct contact. It allows you to appreciate your partner's body more.

I just really want to shove my face into Sekibanki's leather/latex clad crotch and worship it with kissing and licking.

>>45006072
Yeah i agree with you, naked bodies are sexy but skintight latex suits are way more excting in my opinion

and yes i also want to lick and worship banki's crotch while also brutalizing her latex buttcheeks

Inspired (?) by this thread, I made some Sekibangki porn today.

https://files.catbox.moe/ahn5si.jpg

>>45009400
Stop spamming the board with this garbage

>>45009400
HAHAH thank you AI anon, you make me chuckle

>>45009400
keep spamming the board with this not-garbage

>>45009440
Nice sekibutt

>>45009400
Thank you for sharing your wonderful art on /jp/!

>>45013780
Kissing sekibanki while the sun sets but then she quickly hides her face because she's too embarassed!

>>45009426
I've been keeping it down to one post per day, and I don't even produce enough to post every day. Surely that does not constitute spam?

>>45009400
Nice
>>45009426
Go be gay somewhere else.

>>45013780
This you, my little buddy? Bruh.

>>45022546
Fake image, wearing panties would get in the way of banki's exhibitionism kink

>>45022546
Stinky

>>45030823
What makes you say that?

>>45030823
Seki is not stinky! Take it back NOW

>>45009426
>this garbage
as if that doesn't look better than what most artists draw come on
if you want to hate at least hate honestly dont make up reasons why you dislike it

>>45043150
I want to steal her head and make a run for it

>>45049904
Give it back!

>>45049904
Thanks for the heads-up there anon.
Banki will make sure to keep an eye out, gotta stay ahead of the game you know.

>>45049904
What the fuck give it back

>>45049904
I want to spoon with her body as the big spoon and me as the little spoon, caressing her head

>>45054914
you lost me

>>45054914
Like this?

>>45056863
Exactly.

>>45056845
See above.

it hard to get a smile out of her but it breath taker each times

>>44852137
I wanna fuck seki in her sexy rubber suit

>>45067146
Which one gives the best head?

>>45067149
The two on the top seem like they'd be eager but inexperienced.
Cat face seems like she'd bite, while the bandaged one seems too delinquent and angry.
Yukkuri Seki won't be able to be taught, while resting bitch face Banki seems like the kind to give great head if you can befriend her, but she'll naturally tell you not to say a word of it to the other heads. She has a reputation amongst the heads to keep, and wants to keep being the "cool Banki" rather than get a reputation as the cocksucker Banki.

>>45067178
What an insightful analysis! Happen you to be a certified Bankinist?

>>45073438
No, I'm just bigoted. I can tell everything I need to know about someone by the look of their face. I'm so good at it that whenever I'm called for jury duty, the defence always notes my big bigotry and complains that it is too unfair for me to sit on the jury. It's not my fault I'm that good at telling the crooks apart from the good ones.

No updates on our dear writer-kun?

>>45074279
Writing smut in the HSE thread

>>45076400
What sound would it make if I pull it?

>>45078331
*CLICK*

I think she very much enjoy Halloween.

>>45089475
Wow! Free fleshlights!

>>45089717
There's no hole, where do you even put it?

>>45076400
No, that's not the one I dropped in the lake.

>>45089475
I'll take one

>>45093116
In the mouth

Boo!
Surprise child support!

>>45104119
Surprise sex resulting in surprise pregnancy resulting in surprise child support ending in unsurprising unpaid child support

>>45120919
belt bnaki is good

>>45104583
pay for your fucking kids you drop kick

>>45127709
She's asking for it

KNOCK OUT

>>45153216
That makes me crave a TOUCHDOWN THURMAN THOMAS parody with Banki about to touch down with her head.

>>45084150
That reminds me, I really do need to get around to playing Dead Space. Not sure if I should go with the original game or the remake, though.

>>45154463
I would say play the original, the remake is good but it lack something that make the first one special.

>>45162154
I wonder what cause them to hang out together

>>45162657
They both look like boys

Banki cosplays are rare, I think

While I like her outfit, I always want to upload Banki in different clothes.

Banki look good in many outfits

>>45199129
She could make bank working as a model!

>>45169094
I've seen plenty
She's quite popular, you know

Why does she hang out in the village?

>>45218022
So she can rape the villagers

>>45218022
Easy access to good food, drink and men.

Unfortunately she can only supply two of those to her more skittish Grassroots friends.

>>45218022
Need her exhibitionist fetish satisfied

>>45211257
That Bankiface has got me acting unwise.

>>44852771
I like this and the bits where she's flustered are great, but isn't Sekibanki having a break down about not being seen as a spooky monster kinda out of character for her? Seems more fitting for Kogasa, but I think she already did a video for her I guess.

>>45218022
She's friendly.

>>45262423
lewd

>>45262423
cute
>>45218022
food, of course

What does that creepy maid want from her?

>>45282512
Sex

>>45282521
Did you perhaps mean to reply to >>45275810?

>>45283109
Both

>>45275810
She's just recruiting

This is going nowhere.
Maybe I should start writing or something?

>>45319524
Yeah you probably should. Don't wanna end up like the Miko thread

>>45319524
Yes please

>>45319524
Beltki

>>45319551
>>45327476
I only wanted to keep the thread alive long enough for Hunteranon to get over his misery porn addiction and return, but I guess that ain't happening.
I have an idea that I could try to write, but I have to warn you of the following:
1) I haven't written anything past highschool,
2) What I want to write is a bit far from canon, like "average shrinemaiden.com quest without yuri" kind of far.

>>45328600
>shrinemaiden.com
How much drama are we talking here?

>>45329391
If you mean forum drama, then no clue. I was only there for the quests. Not that great, but fun sometimes.

>>45333624
Oh no, I meant storywise. Do you plan on making a more simple story with a focus on slice-of-life character interaction or something more complex?

>>45333680
I see.
The idea that I have in mind requires complexity by itself, but to start off with something like that right off the bat would be bad due to the lack of experience. I think I'll start with SoL to lay the foundation for the future story, most of all I need to establish the difference in setting. The difference might not seem big, but I feel it has to be done so that me and the readers are on the same page as far as tone and direction go.

>>45333896
Fair enough. Can't wait to see it!

Bnaki's taking care of herself

>>45338410
She doesn't look like it.

Almost done writing the first chapter, but I really need to sleep, and I'd rather finish it when I'm lucid enough to see possible bullshit.
Hopefully this is the last pic I post without anything to go with it

>>45341641
Nice.

- Ugh... Damn him... Damn them all t-owowow...

Getting up isn't supposed to be this soul-destroying, but Sekibanki definitely felt like her every movement could send her face first onto Sanzu's rocky shore. Just what the hell did that prick do to deserve this kind of a beatdown? What did she do to get it instead of him? Half asleep, she did not bother with any morning hygene or a breakfast (it would be just rice with rice anyway), and instead fixed her obi while stepping outside her house for a smoke, only to be greeted with a threefold dissapointment. First, her door was wide open all night. Second, the air got surprisingly chilly for a midsummer night. Third, as the half lit sky showed, it wasn't even night at all - it was around the middle of Tiger's hour. She overslept. Again.

While dragging her aching limbs towards the canal, Sekibanki continued to reminisce on the awfull week that just ended few hours ago. She let her arms rest on the railing, letting the breeze tickle her hands.

It started, like always, from the worst torture possible - part time work in the service sector. Well, alright, it wasn't usually that bad. The family that owned the cafe were nice enough not to bother her with pleasantries, and the pay was good for a waitress. But it seemed that everyone was out to get her that week. Whiny brats that kept spilling tea on her workclothes, nagging grandmas that would talk all nine of her brains out, meatheaded ronin that kept trying to add her to their bodycount one way or the other, barely disguised hick youkai that kept breaking dishes with their totally well hidden tails and tentacles, barely sane hick humans that kept unnerving the customers with their nonsense about the staff at Yagokoro Clinic injecting the newborn with tiny metal bugs that only they could see, dorky wolf-women trying to get her into their secret sewing club or whatever, and so on and so forth! Made her blood boil just thinking about it. Sekibanki tried to calm herself, and patted her home kimono for her pipe. Ah, there it is.

It's no wonder she decided to let loose a few days early, and spent her Saturday eating and drinking away every last mon of her hard earned pay. And it's no wonder she decided to start her haunting season a few weeks earlier. Going all out in her horrifying glory and scaring some wannabe exorcists a bit ahead of schedule would do her good. Now, where was that tobaco... Ah, the shelves to her left, of course.

Her train of thought got interrupted by some commotion to her left, to the north. She turned to see a group of people walking eastward, across the canal, talking merrily among themselves. Let's see, backbacks, mostly white clothes, walking canes, yep, pilgrims on their way to one of the shrines, nothing interesting. Sekibanki was just about to turn away from them to continue whini- brooding, when she noticed something. There was one youkai exterminator in that group. With his tall stature, long grey hair and beard, and a yamabushi garb, complete with a tokin and a shakujo, one could easily mistake him for a tengu. And currently he stared quizzically at her, left eyebrow raised.

Sekibanki recognised that stare. It took her back to that Saturday-to-Sunday night. She had no luck then - no one worthwhile came by her favourite place under one of the willows, just some shmuck more drunk than her, who probably got something scarier waiting for him back home.

Her luck got worse.

One of the heads she has hidden on a nearby roof saw somone running towards her from the north very fast. She quickly tried to figure whether he's going to be a good victim : average height, brown short hair, black haori with some white clan symbols, no visible weapo-not quick enough! It should have put up some red flags, but Sekibanki did not give a damn at this point. She decided to act hard and fast, so she jumped in front of him with a menacing pose and several glaring heads.

- Welcome... to your doo-BWEH!

His head collided with hers, sending it flying into the neighboring district, while their bodies tumbled together, like a broken-off wheel, right into a tree. The good news was that Sekibanki was not knocked out, as one of the heads she made for that scare took its rightfull place on her body's neck as soon as this traffic accident has come to a close. The bad news was... everything else. As she came to her senses and looked at herself, she found herself dirty, with aching knees, and realised that that ripping sound she thought she heard was not, in fact, her other head ripping through someones paper door. No, that head was laying unconscious somewhere. This was the sound of her cape being torn in half! Her pride and joy!

Sekibanki turned out to be on top of her victim (although it was getting ambiguous as to who was who here), who was laying splayed on his stomach, and got a good look at him. He was still recovering from the fall, and this temporary absentmindedness has revealed his true form somewhat - his round ears and big, bushy tail were now for all to see. Great, tanuki yakuza buisiness, just what she needed. He looked average for a well-off villager, a bit plump, which his baggy clothes have hidden well, but his face betrayed it. She thought she saw that clan emblem somewhere, but she could not put a finger on it. It looked like a vertically positioned leaf with a bit of it missing near the stem - very generic as far as tanuki go, and they probably tell each other apart by smell anyway, the dogs.

This tanuki prick had to pay, so she stood up from him and kicked him in the ribs. That sure woke him up, as while he let out a yelp and clutched his side, his ears and tail instantly dissapeared.

- AGH!... What for?! - the tanuki shouted, teary eyed. She grabbed him by his collar and sat him against a tree.

- You want a list? Why'd you crash into me?

- I'm runnin' for my life here, I'm sorry! - he replies, breathing heavily. Ahh, at least something good about all this, rare to see a tanuki scared out of his wits. The way his eyes dart side to side in panic! Though Sekibanki had a suspision this wasn't due to her vulgar display of power. - Look, I'm on my last leg here, ya gotta help me, Ane-san!

- So first you mutilate me, then, - another head appears, speaking in sync with Sekibanki, - you ruin my clothes, and THEN, - yet another head appears, completing the choir, - you DARE to ask for MY help? - Sekibanki retorted to him with the voice of the older sister this furball refered to her as.

As the tanuki wanted to say something, he stops as they both hear a crowd approaching, and turn toward the sound. He suddenly stands up from behind Sekibanki, getting behind her while grabing her shoulders, trying to turn her around. Dumbstruck, she exclaims:

- Eh-bwu-wha-what the HELL!? - while flailing her arms about, her other heads shot and gnawed tanuki's grabby paws. He suddenly sounds a lot calmer.

- Just play along. I'll make it up for you, promise. - he quietly says, not letting up his grip despite the razor-sharp assault.

Sekibanki was just about to fry the tanuki's legendary moneybag with one of the heads' laser eyes, as the sounds of the crowd started to become louder and more coherent. Soon enough, a group of twelve men ran up to them from around the corner, and the sight of them made Sekibanki stop her struggling just enough for the tanuki to turn her around. Her head was still turned toward the crowd, wide eyed. These looks, these shouts of "There he is!" and "Nab 'im!", these shimenawa-adorned mancatchers, the Hieda kanmon on their clothes... This loser got fuzz on his tail! And now they were surrounded by them!

- Freeze! Hands where I can see them, now! - shouted a man in a beige haori and round metal hat, while pointing a jitte in the direction of the youkai. This must've been the yoriki.

Sekibanki payed no attention to him, for it was caught by the man to his right. They've got an exorcist tagging along with them.

And he looked like the real deal.

The exorcist made a few steps closer to the pair. Sekibanki felt very tense when looking at this human. He looked like the kind of man red-white would call if she had trouble. His weathered face in combination whith his long white hair and beard made him look beyond time itself. Forget mistaking him for a tengu - it was as if Soujoubou himself used Outsider magic to shorten his nose! Then, in his low, even voice, he spoke:

- You would better do what the kind officer tells you to do, Honma-san. Come quietly-

- Or else what? - the tanuki suddenly interups him.

-...or else... - the yamabushi quickly flicks his free hand, pulling out a spellcard - ...there will be nothing to arrest.

Sekibanki was speechless. The exorcist seemed to propose a way for the tanuki to go out fighting, a sporting chance if you will. But the way he presented that card... He held it with all of the fingers, with index and pinky completely bent, and his arm was straight in the elbow, showing the card directly to the opponent - which means 6 cards, survival spels, Last Words, and melee allowed. It really was over for the tanuki, he's doomed. Good on him! Now she just had to get out of dodge before this fluffy prick gets boiled in a teapot. So she called out to the humans around her with a smug smirk:

- /*Alright, he's all yours, I've got nothing to do with this.*/

But what she tried to say and what she said were very different:

- Were surrounded. What are we going to do, darling?

It took her a moment to figure out what she just said, and for a few seconds she just stood there, astounded with the audacity of this tanuki's trick that made her say that, whatever it was. And those few seconds were the only thing he needed. Still holding onto Sekibanki, he seemed to push her away from the canal. The yamabushi started quickly chanting, and then the tanuki pulled Sekibanki back to himself, right as the exorcist's shakujo sent a wave of blinding light onto both youkai.

Sekibanki thought she was being skinned alive. There was nothing to her existance but burning agony at that moment. Then, after a terrifyingly long second, it stopped. She heard shouting all around her:

- Agh, I can't see shit!

- Where is he, where'd he go!?

- I got him! No, wait, no, I don't.

She came to her senses only a few seconds later, on her knees, between skulls that used to be her other heads, amidst a group of confused policemen who were running around, trying to find the missing tanuki, right in front of the exorcist, who stared at her with a curious expression, left eyebrow raised. She propped herself up on the railing despite the immense weakness she felt. She could've sworn she saw a koi carp with a leaf on it's head in the canal, but the moment she blinked it was gone.

She couldn't take any more of this, she needed rest. She knew that the moment they figure out that looking for that tanuki is pointless they would take her in. She needed something to get away. A distraction, maybe? How would she- oh, right.

After all, she had one more head left.

-Help! Help! Somebody, save me! Rape! Help!

The moment the cops heard "Rape", everyone's head turned toward the directon of the screaming, with some already running there. The moment the yamabushi turned away, she was gone.

It has been a day since then. She had to stay at home, even though all this took place just some ten ken from it. She hadn't come to work, even though Sunday would definitely pay all her weekly expences in tips alone. Her whole... self still hurt as hell, even though danmaku wounds heal in a few hours, evn on a human. Was that even danmaku? She was hoping, whatever that attack was, it didn't cause any permanent damage.

Thankfully there was one good thing Sekibanki was sure about: it was dark, and her face is always half hidden by her cape, so Sekibanki doubted that this yamabushi suspected her. Unlike those forest losers, her disguise is impenetrable. Most urban youkai have no alternate forms, so, in a way, she's got nothing to hide.

She chuckled to herself, looking at the exorcist smugly as she raised her pipe... only to poke her neck with it. Surprised, she looked down to find a distinct lack of a pipe. Or hands. Or a body. She turned to her house, trailing her own neck, leading to her body, holding a pipe with one hand, resting the other on her window frame. She looked back at the yamabushi, his expression unchanging.

Oh crap.

With a dignified and threatening "Eeek!", she pulled her neck back into the house. Scrambling to get under the floorboards, she heard something rip and crack. She made one head to go above the ceiling and watch that groups movement from the "attic". Sekibanki's minds were filling up with grim scenarios. She didn't do anything! It isn't wrong to scare villagers! She's got nothing to do with that tanuki business! Is that why her door was open when sho woke up? What will they do? Banish her? Seal her? Exterminate her? Throw her Outside?

As she silently screamed at herself, the pilgrims kept moving from house to house on the opposite bank of the canal, picking up more people to join them. The exorcist didn't seem to make a fuss out of seeng Sekibanki, but he did steal glances at her house from time to time. Soon enough, the group left, but this paranoia gripped Sekibanki's minds tight.

This week would be worse.

>>45344779
>This week would be worse.
oh no

>>45344779
Is Seki going to be OK?

>>45344771
Oh hey!
Didn't Yukari eat that guy?

Guess I lied.
Something came up, I can't write for the next two days, so I'll have to keep the thread alive the old way for a while. A shame, I've really started enjoying this, even if it's crap. It would probably work better as a CYOA, I'm used to haveing immediate feedback, but that would just end with me getting kicked to /qst/.

>>45355803
I'll try my best to keep the thread up until you return, friend.
>>45351298
I only read a few Zounose books. Which was picrel this from?

>>45356981
Thanks.
As for the pic, it's from Last Supper.

>>45355803
Make it a /qst/ anon and I will vote on it. Otherwise you could always take it to thp dot moe

>>45355803
I agree with >>45357360. I say do your worldbuilding here, and then make a CYOA on /qst/.

>>45355803
I agree with >>45357360 but on the other bit, I say take it to THP, since there's slower activity there if you take breaks and it's very friendly to this sort of story
plus they've been more active lately since it was nanowrimo

>>45360558
>I say do your worldbuilding here
Not sure what can I do here without spoiling anything, or just directly saying things that I wanted to tell naturaly through the story, though considering my worries over whether or not people are going to like the direction I'm going for I might just do it anyway.
>>45360747
A slower board would be great, but I'm kind of apprehensive about THP. I may be
overthinking things, but it feels like THP has a high quality threshold, so to speak.

>>44852137
imagine making her a mom haha

>>45364325
>Thp has a higher quality threshold
No it doesn't and even if it did, you fit in with the quests there just fine. I believe in you

>>45364325
>worldbuilding
In that case I say take it to /qst/ if you're 100% sure about making a CYOA.

>>45364325
THP is a graveyard of abandoned writes and dead CYOAs, that's for sure.

>>45370912
>THP is a graveyard of abandoned writes and dead CYOAs, that's for sure.
How many dead touhou cyoas are there on /qst/? I counted 2 in the past year. Going on QST means your cyoa will fall off due to temporary inactivity or it will it be spammed off the board by various low effort trans/AI quests.

>>45372010
thp, where stories go to die
it can go months without a bump on thp, so don't worry about taking a bit of a break, and you can always make a new thread to continue the story

>>45372010
>>45372076
The /qst/ situation sounds troubling, so THP it is.
Now I'm thinking whether I should rewrite the intro to fit the format more, or just keep it mostly the same and start giving choices after it.
>>45360558
>>45370912
You know, I've changed my mind about not talking about worldbuilding here. Certain aspects of the world don't require as much secrecy and subtlety as I thought, in fact I probably need to be more upfront about some of them, and It would probably be a good idea to have someone to talk to about this as a beginner.

>>45376847
If you do go to THP, please link back!

Too tired, I'll post tomorrow

>>45389146
WAKE UP

>>45390267
Anon, he's been asleep for just 3 hours. Come back later.

>>45390587
He should be awake now.

Finally, here it is:
https://www.thp.moe/shrine/res/44370.html
The name is chuuni garbage, but that's the point.
God I wish I had a proofreader, rewrote this like five times.

phew, writeanons disappearing has given me major abandonment issues

>>45395229
when writeanons die they go to HSE

>>45395229
Sorry about that, I would've posted earlier but ran into some technical issues.
And yes, I've decided to rewrite the intro to add choices earlier. Now I only need to get added to the story list by the staff so I can a synopsis and tags.
>>45395262
That shit's insane, I can't imagine starting from that.

>>45395262
I like to think that every fanfic is the same guy who reincarnates in a new fic every time he dies. Sometimes he gets lucky and lives in a cutesokyo or a lewdsokyo fic, but other times he gets unlucky and has to live hell like this.

A bit of a smallish update, but after it the story will get into a better tempo.
Also there's not enough long neck Banki images around.

>>45402926
>Also there's not enough long neck Banki images around.
Yeah

>>45401065
Every anon protagonist is personalised

Bnaki is getting a bit big...

>>45403904
Should've layed off all that lamp oil

>>45402926

>>45406964
longbanki is long

This next update is going to either make it or brake it.
Retarded bullshit fanon worldbuilding, go!

>>45417804
Also it doesn't seem to do anything for the thread, so back to life support, I guess. Having the story be on another site really is hindering discussion here.

What kind of work do you think Banki could do besides being a waitress? She doesn't seem like manual labor kind of gal, so probably still in the service sector?

>>45429803
Prostitution.

>>45429850
That's stereotyping. Not every rokurokubi gets sold to a brothel by their parents, you know!

>>45429803
That one doujin where Banki works as a fireman was pretty good

>>45430322
She'd get into into a lot more fights then, fires usually got burglars to show up. So, in a way, firefighter crews had to be somewhat gang-like themselves.

>>45431826
You could say you have to fight fire with fire.

>>45432055
Speaking of, one of the main methods of firefighting was to just destroy the buildings surrounding the burning one and just let it burn, so firefighters were also demolition men.

Should I post the thp link in the next thread when this one dies? I mean, I did start writing so that Banki threads would be more alive, but it didn't really work that way, and it would feel like self-advertisment at this point.

>>45439459
I won't read it if it's on a different site personally.

>>45429803
Shopkeep, saleswoman, sweeping, cooking etc etc. Banki could do many things in the village!

>>45439459
You could just write and vote on THP, then copy and paste over to here.

>>45440244
>You could just write and vote on THP, then copy and paste over to here.
Could do that, though not sure if that's a good idea, considering that the way I write updates makes choices something I can't omit, at least for the first few updates.
In general, this is my first time doing anything like this, so I may have already bad decisions that I don't even know about.

>>45440812
*already made bad decisions

>>45439459
Just dump whatever you write here. No one is going to read it outside this site and even if its not that good its better than image dump thread number #9173981

Allright, I'll just dump what I've written so far. No pics for now, 'cause so far I've used the same ones as here >>45344742, and it's basically a rewrite of that to fit the format more.

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Somewhere in the southwestern district of a city, derisively called the Human Village by its less-than-human visitors and inhabitants, where willows grew along the canal, there lived a terrifying youkai. She stalked the canal's banks, her long neck's grip breaking not one bone, her many heads not letting anyone she met escape her nightmare-inducing gaze!

She was...! She was... bored out of her mind.

"What a waste of time... Where is everyone?" Sekibanki said to no one in particular, leaning on a tree, arms crossed.

This week was truly the worst she had in her recent memory. It started, like always, with the worst torture ever created - part-time work in the service sector. Well, alright, it wasn't usually that bad. The cafe was in a nice neighborhood, the family that owned the place were nice enough not to bother her with pleasantries, and the pay was good for a waitress.

But it seemed that everyone was out to get her that week. Whiny brats that kept spilling tea on her work clothes, nagging grandmas that would talk all nine of her brains out, meatheaded ronin that kept trying to add her to their bodycount one way or the other, barely disguised hick youkai that kept breaking dishes with their totally well-hidden tails and tentacles, barely sane hick humans that kept unnerving the customers with their nonsense about the staff at Yagokoro Clinic injecting the newborn with tiny metal bugs that only they could see, dorky wolf-women trying to get her into their secret sewing club or whatever, and so on! Made her blood boil just thinking about it.

As she wasted every last mon of her hard-earned pay drowning her sorrows in food and drink, she got an idea. She would end this week on a good note, and do so in a way that was proper for the Rokurokubi Horror - going all out in her horrifying glory! Sure, it would be a few weeks ahead of schedule, but Sekibanki has done this before and rarely got into trouble for it.

So, when the Rat's hour came, she got to her favourite spot under a large willow tree, just some forty ken to the north from her house, and waited. And waited. And waited...

Nearly two hours passed since she started her haunting, it was almost dawn. And yet no one worth scaring has appeared in all this time! No lovers trying to find a romantic place, no wannabe exorcists to challenge her, no thieves on the roofs, no one!

Well, there was some shambling drunk on the opposite bank, but before she could act on the chance, he entered a house, to the audible displeasure of a woman's voice inside. Now there's a fate worse than death.

As she lost the remains of hope for this outing, one of the rokurokubi's heads hidden in the tree's crown saw someone moving fast toward her from the north. She quickly tried to figure out whether he was going to be a good victim: average height, brown short hair, no visible weapons, black haori with some white sym-not quick enough! It was now or never!

[X] Tripped him. Before he got up, she would twist and turn her neck around him!

---

This was an opportunity to try something new! Hidden by the tree trunk, Sekibanki grabbed onto the railing with both arms and legs. When her prey was close enough, she leaned back and rapidly extended her neck across the road, sinking her teeth into a house's support beam. This kind of tripwire would stop a horse, a human had no chance!

Or so she thought.

She must've miscalculated the height her neck would be at, because instead of two smaller impacts, she felt one large, delivered with such force that her teeth couldn't hold. Sekibanki found herself flung through the air, screaming incoherently. She saw the canal's railing pass right by her nose. This ball on a chain would've rolled the willow her body was next to up in a rokurokubi giftwrap if not for the sacrifice of a few brave heads flying in its way. That, and a couple of branches.

When the world stopped being upside down and full of leaves, Sekibanki could finally see the result of her work - the man was down on his back, clutching his gut. Seizing the initiative before he could recover, she wrapped his limbs and body tight, preparing to make a slight weakness in the arms for when she would have her fill. Moving her head closer to his face, she bared her fangs. Yes, this was it! His rapid breathing, his eyes darting between her heads, his panic-stricken face!...

...that soon let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank goodness.", he mumbled. What!?

"Whew, and 'ere I thought those bastards caught me. Hehe.", he said, mirthfully chuckling. "Now that was a scare! Ya must be famous 'round 'ere!". Annoyed at his sudden nonchalance, Sekibanki squeezed tighter, making him let out a gasp that didn't stop his fit. Her body, no longer holding the railing in a vice grip, walked toward this ball of yarn, hands on hips.

"Shut it! What the hell is going on!", she shouted right to his face. This did nothing to sour his mood. "Ya can let me go, I ain't no human."

In disbelief at this whole situation, she took a good look at him. He looked average for a well-off villager, a bit plump, which his baggy clothes had hidden well, but his face betrayed it. She could finally see that the white symbols on his haori were some familiar-looking kanmon - a vertically positioned leaf with a bit of it missing near the stem. In fact, now that he was closer, she could see on him a similar leaf - in his hair.

A wave of disappointment hit Sekibanki as she groaned in a choir. A tanuki. You've got to be kidding.

"Now now, no need to get all down.", the tanuki continued. "This 'ere is a good opportunity for ya, girl!", he said in a tone of a carnival barker. At least half of rokurokubi's eyes were on him in a questioning stare.

"Ya see, I'm in a bit of a rough spot right now. Some goons are after me, and I need to get out of town. Can ya help a guy in need?". He squirmed a bit, and Sekibanki heard the sound of coins ringing. A lot of coins. "And that's just what's upfront.", he continued his sales pitch, "What do ya say?".

[x]Help whoever chased after him. Whoever that was, they were probably less shady than this guy. Probably.

---

Sekibanki didn't even think about it, how obvious the choice here was. Who was this guy fooling? His cash was guaranteed to be flat, yellow-green and bendy, and not the ten thousand yen kind. With this kind of attitude, he likely just swindled some blokes, possibly some youkai bigger than him, seeing how scared he seemed. So she would hold him here until his victims catch up for a "talk".

One thing caught Sekibanki's attention - despite being disguised, he wore his clan colours! He was right, this was a good opportunity - she could publicly embarrass a whole tanuki yakuza clan! This wasn't exactly the kind of reputation she wanted for herself, and it could lead to trouble, but from what she understood, the clan would rather attempt to maintain face by getting rid of him, rather than her. All in all, it was a risk she was sure would pay off.

"Hmm, that sure sounds like a lucrative deal.", Sekibanki slowly said with a mock pondering, "But I have a better idea. Why don't I ask the other guys first?"

"Woah, woah, 'ey, wait a minute.". His voice retained the same salesman qualities, but his smile looked a bit strained. "They're not the kinda guys you'd wanna deal with. There's no need for that."

"Exactly what a conman on his last leg would say.", she shut him down with a smug smirk. "Why should I trust some tanuki to tell me the truth?"

"Whatever ya think of me, those guys are ten times worse!". The tanuki now began sounding really nervous, "Don't do this to yerself, they'll kill ya! Slowly!". He was thrashing in Sekibanki's grip frantically.

"Yeah, yeah, keep on yapping, dog. Should've stuck to bothering farmers." Her head on a nearby roof brought something to her attention. "Oh, I think I see some lanterns! They're getting... close...", she said with dying confidence, that was rapidly replaced with worry.

Sekibanki's train of thought crashed with no survivors when she realised what she saw. There were twelve men in total. Six of them were in simple clothes, some with lanterns, and all with shimenawa-adorned mancatchers. The other four wore dark-colored haori, the Hieda kanmon displayed proudly on them. Two men were in front of the group. One of them wore an expensive-looking beige haori and a round metal helmet, and waved his jitte around, shouting orders. The other man...

The other man made Sekibanki feel fear for the first time in a long time. They brought an exorcist with them, and he looked like the sort of guy red-white would call if she ever got into actual trouble. With his tall stature, long grey hair and beard, and a yamabushi garb, complete with a tokin and a shakujo, one could easily mistake him for a tengu. And his hard gaze was fixed on where the two youkai were.

Pulling herself together, Sekibanki screamed her lungs out. "Why didn't you say you got the fuzz on your tail!?".

The tanuki was unprepared for this assault. "Agh, my ears!".

"What did you do!?", she asked, shaking him for a good measure.

"Nothing, I did nothing! It's just a misunderstanding, that's all!". Somehow she didn't believe him.

This was bad. She could try to untie the tanuki in time and make a break for it, but the cops would still see her and give chase, taking her for an accomplice. And if they didn't, she was haunting out of season, they'd definitely give her crap for that. They were both screwed, one more than the other.

There was no getting out of this unscathed, she just had to bear with it. The police squad has finally arrived. Shouting orders to stand down, the men surrounded them, weapons at the ready. The frightening exorcist's gaze became quizzical as it focused on the rokurokubi.

The man in a helmet pointed his jitte at Sekibanki. "You! Youkai! Hand over the suspect, immediately!". Must be the yoriki.

"Alright, alright.", she said, her body's hands lifting. "He was getting annoying anyway. Fair warning, his hands will come out first."

A few patrolmen came closer to the yarn ball, the tanuki was getting nervous. "'Ey, I've told you already, chief! You've already got yer man! Or woman. Whatever, I've got nothing to do with this!".

"Shut up already!", simultaneously rang from both Sekibanki and the yoriki, eliciting a mutual stare full of confusion and, somehow, understanding.

This moment was all the tanuki needed. Feeling the grip on him loosen a bit, he suddenly disappeared in a puff of smoke, emerging from the neck coils in his true form of a small, fluffy animal, dashing between the cops. Sekibanki quickly got knocked to the bottom of this moshpit.

"He's getting away!" .

"Nab 'im!".

"Gotch-Ow, he bit me!".

"I think I got him!".

"That's my leg, you moron!".

Making it out of the pile of bodies, the tanuki soared into the air, heading toward the houses. The exorcist's shakujo was shining brightly. "Most unwise, Honma.", he said to the floating beast. "I might just leave nothing to arrest."

The tanuki turned to the yamabushi, and as he was about to reply, several lasers shot from nearby roofs and trees hit him in the back. He fell to the ground like a rock.

The exorcist and the yoriki both looked up from the unconscious furball to see Sekibanki's heads floating down from hiding.

The officer, now a lot less agitated, spoke to the closest head to him. "I'll admit, that was good work." .

The head was not amused. "Yeah, sure, whatever, now can you order your men to get off my body?".

A bit annoyed at her lack of tact, he nevertheless told the rest of the squad to stand up, revealing a girl's body with a several ken length of neck. It stood up, and the neck began to shrink to a normal, for a human, size, with a fresh head replacing the previous, beaten-up one.

"Alright,", the yoriki called out, "let's get this scumbag to the slammer. Yoshinaga, cleanup duty." One of the officers fixing his disheveled coat waved to a few common-clothed patrolmen to get to him, and they started looking for something in the vicinity. "Everyone else, follow me.". He looked back one last time with a weary expression. She could've sworn she heard a quiet "fuck them tanuki" as he went.

The exorcist lingered a bit longer, the tanuki on his shoulder, barely recognisable under a layer of ofuda. He walked closer to Sekibanki, making her step back a little. His weathered face in combination with his long white hair and beard made him look beyond time itself. Forget mistaking him for a tengu - he was as if Soujoubou himself had a shorter nose. She couldn't help but feel nervous. "It's best that you stay at home for a while.", he said in a low, even voice, and walked away to join the rest.

Letting out a breath she didn't know she held, Sekibanki turned to finally get out of this crazy place, only to be greeted by the officer that stayed for "cleanup". He looked rather typical for a samurai policeman - dark hair tied in a topknot, black haori that made his shoulders look broader than they probably were, brown, dust-covered hakama, a pair of swords and a jitte on his belt.

"Hold on, miss, I've still got some questions for you if you don't mind." he approached her with a polite smile. "Sorry, part of the procedure, nothing I can do about it.".

"Well, I do mind.", she said, and went past him.

"Alright, I won't take your time." He said in something of a wistful tone. "You'd have to get rest for tomorrow's community service. Strange, the youkai are more docile than ever, and yet I hear the haul is getting heavier lately with all the feral maulings.".

That stopped her. He continued, voice hiding slight condescendance. "After all, that's what youkai citizens who misbehave out of season usually do, they aid their community with the mourning for the senseless loss of life, no?". Sekibanki turned to him, the anger on her face contrasting his polite expression. "Come on, it's obvious what you've been doing here at this hour. Now, yoriki might've let that slip for helping the case, but he's usually a bit more by the book, so to speak. You won't be this lucky again.".

"What do you want?".

"Nothing much. Just aid me in this investigation, and I'll cover your tracks for this month. Maybe longer.".

Sekibanki considered her options. If he's telling the truth, working with him would only be beneficial. Fear wasn't something you could save for a rainy day, this was a golden opportunity! On the other hand, if he was lying, she'd just do his work for him, for free! But then again, was what he said about the community service true? She never got caught, and thus never knew what it entailed.

At this point, she just wanted to go home. "...fine.".

"Great! You won't regret it, miss..?".

"Sekibanki.".

"Yoshinaga. Now, what can you tell me about what happened here?".

"What an awful beginning to a Sunday."

"Ehh, I've had worse. Remember that time fifty years or so ago when I got chased out of that inn?".

"So much blood...".

"Can you keep quiet? Noisy...".

Sekibanki was lying in her futon, trying to not self-brainstorm what just happened. She still had an hour or two to rest before work. But her mind was just in too much turmoil, the heads around her house wouldn't shut up!

"This whole deal stinks, that copper was no less shady than that tanuki.".

"Yeah, and I still don't know what that prick's deal was. 'confidential House Hieda business' my stump. I don't know if meeting him this Monday night is such a good idea, might just scam me.".

"And that exterminator! Did you see how he looked at you? Was he even human? And what with that cryptic warning? Or was that a threat?".

"Ugh, enough already!", Sekibanki in futon shouted, dispelling the other heads. Enough! She had to come to a decision or she would never rest!

>>45440922
>>45440931
>>45440943
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>>45440963
pretty good so far mang

Writing SoL is harder than I though it would be. I mean, how dificult it is to write people doing people things? Turns out, very.
I hope I won't screw up.

>>45447345
You could use a timeline as a framework for what you want your characters to do as part of a story plan.

>>45448272
I wouldn't mind using sekibanki's framework, if you know what I mean ;)

Is this fic a new one or its a continuation of that one about the hunter that was dropped a while ago? Did not read it yet.

>>45448590
Brand new. It has voting on thp.moe, but seems to be copypasted here.
I'm pretty sure Hanafag is the same writer of the hunter story, and he's currently couped up with HSE.

>>45448507
Hehe, same.

Sunday:
[X]Go to work. Aside from some meager savings, she was broke. Sunday tips alone could provide her with for a whole week.
Monday (night):
[X]To hell with Yoshinaga. No human threatens the Rokurokubi Horror!

---

With silence finally taking over after her heads babble died down, Sekibanki looked over her house. It sure wasn't a cozy countryside minka, just a single multipurpose room she rented in a one-story rowhouse, as cheap and cramped as one should expect it to be for being in the tail-end of the Village, but it wasn't like she needed more.

After a moment of deliberation, Sekibanki got up from the futon and went to a corner of her sleeping area. There she lifted a floorboard to reveal a paper package. She oppened it, taking a look at it's contents: one shu, fifty-ish mon on a string, around two thousand Outside yen... all in all, not good enough to be called savings. Curse those jumping tobacco prices! This sight was enough to put away the image of that menacing exorcist out of her mind.

As for Yoshinaga... eh, screw him. She helped him enough with his stupid questions she didn't even bother to remember. And his attempts to scare her into helping more were pathetic - what idiot tries to frighten a youkai with corpses? So, with that out of the way, she could finally get some shuteye.

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Kanfukutei was having a great day. The customers were aplenty, and the orders were expensive. The same couldn't be said about its owners.

"Welcome, welcome! Please have a seat!" It was only an hour past noon and Saburo was already tired of saying it over and over again. How did Naomi and Oseki keep up their cheer all day long was beyond him. He led the new customers to the recently freed table.

"Honey, the manju!", his wife called to him across the hall.

"Wha- oh dammit!..." He quickly ran back to the kitchen to watch the manju. Boiling fine, just in time. He had to relieve his wife of at least some of her duties, lest she collapse onto the ongoing birthday party, but he was already at his limit. Where was Oseki? Sure, she could work whenever she damn pleased, but she never skipped Sunday, and now she was needed more than ever!

Speak of the devil, a red blur entered his vision, moving through the kitchen to the changing room with what sounded like "SorryI'mlate!", nearly knocking him onto the oven.

In the changing room, Sekibanki quickly put on her apron over her kimono, lightly slapped herself on the cheeks, made the best smile she could fake, and recited the holy mantra to the head she was using as a makeshift mirror. "Welcome to Kanfukutei! I'm Oseki, can I take your order?"

"So sweet I'm gonna puke.", a male voice behind her commented.

"Perfect, now I'm rea-eh?" Wait, that wasn't the head in front of her. She turned around to face her disappointed boss. He was around his early forties and somewhat thin. He stood in the doorframe, arms crossed and foot impatiently tapping on the floor. His cap was in his hand instead of on his head, dripping with water.

"Uhh... Sorry for being late, had some trouble this morning.", she said in her best attempt at being sheepish. She decided against mentioning how she overslept.

Saburo lifted a brow. "Is this what you should be apologising about?" That wasn't it? What was? She retraced her actions up until this point. She ran to the cafe, entered through the curtains, ran through the kitchen, bumped into something there, got into the changing room... oh.

She sighed, repeating the apology that was getting worryingly usual, at least to the owner. "I'm sorry for acting recklessly in the kitchen, I promise I will be more responsible in the future."

With a smile, he nodded. "That'll do. Now come on, Naomi needs backup."

She picked an empty tray and sent some heads into the hole in the ceiling. "Aye-aye, sir." Leaving the room as quickly as she could without getting a lecture on workplace safety from Saburo again, she looked over the dining hall.

The stars had aligned, and now three simultaneous birthday parties were celebrated in the cafe, which, of course, meant wave after wave of children running around the tables, threatening to knock the tray and its contents onto her. Add to that the unusually high client rotation, and it was a miracle that Naomi could stand at all. Speaking of, there she was, running between tables with enviable energy like she was sixteen, her apron dirty from all the times she inevitably bumped into a toddler.

This sure still was this week alright.

A few more customers arrived, and Sekibanki, as usual, directed her heads above where Naomi sat them. Two pairs of men, the first ones in simple garbs and with some carpentry tools on their belts, likely on a break from work, while others wore nice-looking kimono, perhaps merchants. Right after them came one shady-looking blonde girl in outsider clothing. She was wearing pants so short they were hidden behind that soft-looking jacket sort of thing she had, a bit heavy for the heat, with a hood and a hat with one of those stiff brims in front, like a duck's bill, and her eyes were hidden by a pair of dark-tinted glasses. Sekibanki decided to watch her for now from the ceiling, using a cut some meathead once made to spy on her.

While Naomi served the shady girl, Sekibanki listened to the conversations of the new arrivals, just to be sure they weren't trouble. First, the carpenters.

"Hope we can finish early, I've got some plans for the evening, if you catch my drift."

"What plans? Knowing you - oh, don't tell me..."

"Yep."

"Sankichi, I was joking back then. Going to that youkai-only bar will get you killed!"

"Exactly why it'll work out, they like brave ones! Besides, like you wouldn't try!"

"Well... Are they at least cute?"

"That's the point - they can't not be!"

Ugh, enough of that. No harm here, only idiocy. The shady girl seemed to just lazily eat her youkan and sip tea. Waiting for someone? While taking the carpenters' order, she overheard the merchants' talk.

"Well, what's up? I've got good and bad news. You?" It was a smoker's voice, low and in a good mood.

"Only bad ones." And this one was a singer's voice, clear and in no particular mood.

"I'll start then. We've got the scholars and the old man under our thumb."

"So it worked? Won't they break out without us looking?" Break out? Sounded suspicious. She couldn't look at them right now, as she walked to the counter to get the tea and manju, so her head above them moved the ceiling board just enough to make a peephole. They were at a four-seater right next to a window. One was closer to the entrance, to the right, a bit taller than average and with a well-groomed beard and mustache. The other sat opposite, a young man with a ponytail, looking somewhere past his companion, to the counter.

"Nah, the boss brought the old crew from Aikawa, real pros. Tofu munchers got nothing on them." So the smoker was the taller one. Aikawa? Never heard of that place. Some kappa outpost? "So now our friends're so scared of what we might do, they keep hush about it. The problem's that people got paranoid, so instead of thinking it's just her, they think it's all of us."

"I figured. Boss won't come to the meeting."

"What!? Damn, how so?"

"I saw him with our friends. Barely recognised him behind all that paper."

"Good thing he left us instructions. The evidence will lead our misguided friends to the truth."

"Shame about what will happen to her."

"Well, that's life in a big village."

"There's something else." He jerked his head slightly up as if to point to something. The other one turned around.

As Sekibanki finished collecting ordered sweets on her tray, she turned to deliver them and froze. She saw the guy with a ponytail looking right into her eyes with an inviting gaze. Yeah, it was obvious what he was trying to do, so she ignored him and continued her work. What did he expect? That she would throw her tray away and run off with some dodgy thugs? What a loser. She thought she saw the shady girl stealing a look toward those guys as well, but she was sitting close to them, so it could be a coincidence.

"Haha! And here I thought you just wanted to share some of that gold! Is she trouble?" Yep, just like she thoug- wait, trouble?

"Back then I saw a goon talk to a redhead at the scene. Couldn't get close enough hear them."

"Heh, well, I'll just leave this to your magic, she should serve us soon."

Great. Just great. That whole escapade did make her a target for tanuki after all.

Right as Sekibanki finished her round and went toward the tanuki to show them the exit, the outsider girl stood up and walked up to their table, arms in the pockets of her jacket.

"Oi, should you really be talking about that kinda stuff here? There're kids here, ey?", she asked them with a wide, bright smile not fitting her words.

The younger tanuki's face barely betrayed annoyance. "None of your business."

His companion was a bit less reserved. "Yeah, get lost!"

"Is something the matter?" Sekibanki asked as she walked to the commotion.

"Oh, nothing. Just some crooks who mistook a 'sweets' shop' for a 'tea house'." The said crooks looked mad, but she shut them up before they could say anything. "I just wanted to offer 'em to go someplace more fitting, say...", she took her glasses with her left hand and put them back into her pocket "...prison?" Her yellow eyes started to look familiar...

Less than a second later. She quickly pulled out her hands toward tanuki's faces, holding an octagonal box to the beard on her left and a couple of vials between her fingers to the ponytail on her right. Sekibanki could not believe it - black-white witch was about to make a shootout in the cafe! Just her luck!

There were gasps and whispers throughout the hall. Some customers chose to leave while they still could. "Hey! If you're gonna fight - do it outside!", shouted Saburo while hiding behind the counter with his wife.

"There won't be a fight if these legitimate businessmen will go with me to the precinct! Now get up, nice and easy."

It happened in an instant. The bearded tanuki grabbed Marisa's hakkero hand and tugged it up. In a rush, Marisa fired the furnace, its two ken wide rainbow beam annihilating most of the ceiling and four of Sekibanki's heads. Her right arm jerked toward the ponytail tanuki, breaking the vials with his face. What followed the sound of cracking glass were sun and thunder up everyone's eyes and ears.

The one head that was outside quickly flew into the newly-made entrance in the roof. All of the customers who didn't leave were on the floor, screaming in confusion as they lost their senses. The ponytail tanuki was adding to the chaos, shooting danmaku blind, breaking walls and furniture. Marisa and the bearded tanuki were still struggling for her hakkero - no wait, he picked her up with his other hand and threw her out the window! What a savage!

It was time to show these barbarians where their place was! Dropping her deaf and blind head, Sekibanki replaced it with a fresh one. Then, she smacked the tanuki closest to her upside his ponytail with her tray, breaking it in half. "Get out! Out!" she screamed while grabbing onto his clothes and adding him to witch's company - out the window!

She turned to the one fluffy prick left. He was rubbing his eyes, blinking rapidly. Good, he ought to be just as easy! As she tried to repeat the feat, he, quite deftly, knocked her arms from him and created some distance with a straight to her chest. He got up from the seat, his eyes looking in her general direction, unfocused. He extended fully his left arm, presenting a spellcard with only his thumb and index finger holding it - two card duel, melee allowed.

"I saw your neck was bandaged. Good! Makes ripping your head off so much easier!"

Sekibanki got a card out of her pocket, repeating the gesture. "Be careful of what you wish for..."

Man, this is straining. No wonder some stories go for months without updates.

yknow, she could sit on her own face

Plap! Plap! Sexobanki!

>>44887789
this looks like AI

>>44887789
Imagine how spooky it would be if she snuck into lonely villagers homes and pretended to be a dead headless body... haha.

>>45466282
I'd prefer mine.

Are the other heads real, or are they just summonable copies? I tend to assume copies.

Bnaki will finally take it easy...

>>45500331
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked.
Sekiheads don't grow on trees.

>>45501183
True.
They grow on bushes.

>>45501593
It's not easy being green.

>>45491763
It's her other personalities

Now it's over.
I'll post the story updates in other threads when they'll show up.
As for now, bye-bye Banki!

Out with a banki