Anonymous 2024/07/09 (Tue) 20:09
No. 210459
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The love between parent and child is a powerful thing. Hopefully it's powerful enough to let him get out of Gensokyo.
Moral!1d4WGijdSc 2024/08/05 (Mon) 06:20
No. 210986
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As much as the Dragon would have loved to leave post-haste, he wasn’t discourteous enough to leave without so much as a farewell. Begrudgingly, he first left to the lonely shrine in the mountainside. As he arrived, there was a comfortable silence that enveloped the shrine, broken only by the gentle tittering of birds.
In no more than a couple days’ length, he returned back to where it had once begun. Did he even accomplish anything in Gensokyo beyond meaningless retribution? And while he respected Seoyu’s wishes, the Imugi truly could not appreciate the sights of Gensokyo. Perhaps he was not meant to dip his hands in willful indolence, for he could not ignore the worries that muddled his thoughts. Were the plainsmen doing well? How was Seoyu doing? Did he overwhelm her with his responsibilities?
Regardless of his worries, he flew down to the shrine entrance and was once again met by the green-haired shrine maiden who, this time, was diligently sweeping the fallen leaves away from the paved steps.
“Oh, hello—ah, wait.” With a stifled bow, she corrected her posture and tone. “We meet again, Sir Dragon.”
“Indeed,” he replied, inwardly discomforted by her awkward decorum. “Would you guide me to Moriya Suwako? I wish to speak to her before I depart.”
“Oh, you’re leaving already?” the shrine maiden said with a whine, immediately dropping formalities. “But I wanted to know more about Dragons! You should come visit again sometime.”
“I’ll consider it,” he said vaguely as the shrine maiden led him into the inner shrine.
“Awesome. And don’t tell Lady Kanako anything I said! She’ll be harping me like last time if you do. Anyway, you can go right in and Lady Suwako’ll be in there… somewhere.” With an excited wave, she leaves the Imugi to his own devices. “Okay, bye!” Immediately after, the girl disappears, presumably returning to the front of the shrine.
The Imugi gingerly took a step into the chambers. What awaited him was a disheveled blond goddess, who was busy tending to her wounds. She sat rigidly over a low-rise table, nursing a bandaged hand. Since the serpent’s last visit, Moriya Suwako had tidied herself; sh
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Anonymous 2024/08/05 (Mon) 14:57
No. 210989
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Oh, I thought this story was finished finished; I'm glad I got to read more of your beautiful prose!