On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

“Great Tsukuruyama, please adopt a more… suitable… form for guests…” the Kami of the shrine, whose name we hadn’t yet obtained, spoke, her feathered kimono flapping idly around her. That would make her a Tennyo. Wouldn’t it? By the myths, anyway… a Heavenly Maiden of the Gods…

“Yes, while we’re fine…” I grinned at my women, who had gathered around me, as well as a few strong-minded other individuals. I was amused to see Aliyah, Luciana and Treyvon in that batch, though considering they’d seen hell during their mercenary work, I supposed not being actively shot at or bombed probably made this more an amusing spectacle for them. “…but some of the other Pilgrims find you a bit intimidating.”

Actually, it’s more than they trust you to somehow bring the Daidarabotchi down if it proves necessary. Could you do it? Haru asked curiously in my thoughts, and I pondered it for a moment.

The size difference is intimidating, ordinary blows will feel like us getting stung by wasps, nasty but hardly lethal. Though being that big, he’s definitely is an easy target to hit with something like Foehn… and the League… it’s strong, stronger than Tarōbō’s, but I don’t feel he’s a match for Nurarihyon, if I’m being honest. In a fight… probably.

Such confidence. It’s quite attractive in a man, just don’t let it turn to arrogance, all right?

I paused at that. It had been impossible not to notice Haru’s attitude, and more importantly, everyone else’s attitude to her, had changed recently, but even so, I couldn’t be foolish here. Haru, you know I’d never do anything to push you or hurt you, don’t you?

I do indeed. But surely you know I’d never do anything that wasn’t of my own free will?

I do, but…

I’m constantly shocked, every day, by how preciously you treat me, Akio. And I love that about you. But… life, or in this case, death, moves on. It isn’t static… oh, well, obviously in most cases, death is extremely motionless, the most immutable thing there is… though I seem to be cheating that a lot recently. Na-san, then the three spirits who died with me, and now Bianca-san. Oh, I’m rambling. Just… we can talk about this later, can’t we? It’s been a horrible day. If you thought Kanami-san’s parents were dreadful, then you should have sifted through the minds of those conspirators we brought in. All greed, selfishness and… a lot of them weren’t just sexually perverse and disloyal, there were plenty of financial, and even tangible, crimes they’d done over the years. So… a relaxing massage, something soothing, a few beers… and we’ll talk. And listen. Both of us. Won’t we?

Yes. I’ll always listen to you, Haru. Don’t worry.

Yes, now… would you look at that? That’s impressive!

Around us, everyone was gazing up the mountain in shock as the Daidarabotchi, Tsukuruyama, though that sounded more like a title rather than a name, the mountain maker, began to shrink, the mountain trembling and roaring. Soon, he had reached a rather compact ten metres in comparison, seeming more like the regular Fae Giants I’d met. He then leapt from the summit, plunging like a boulder, to land before us, the mountain shuddering, cracks radiating out from the impact, though the mountain quickly boiled like clay, filling in the scars until not a trace remained.

All around us, the Yōkai stamped and cheered, and the Tennyo sighed. “So rowdy, so noisy. Honestly, it is quite a tiring time, protecting the shrines to my Goddess upon this mountain. Oh, I shall introduce myself, I am… Sakura-Sonojō-Honō, Cherry Blossoms Upon The Flame. I bid you welcome, once more. I see some of my kin here…” She glanced at Tsukiko and Shiro. “…you both have the blood of Tennyo flowing within you, no matter how diluted. Though, it is fortunate that you survived. Barring Divine providence, or living in a place of great ether, such survival is a miracle indeed.”

“Hey, but I don’t have your colouration…” Shiro questioned, noticing the similarities between Tsukiko, and the woman I’d call Sakura, for simplicity’s sake.

“Of course you do not.” Tsukuruyama, his voice still loud and imposing, but no longer deafening, boomed. “The Tennyo come in many flavours, yet all are as beautiful as the Gods and Goddesses they serve. Most… most have departed however, perhaps never to return. The failures…”

“Is now the time for this?” Sakura asked, her expression hardening, and it was amusing seeing the Daidarabotchi, master of the mountain, nod slowly, expression on his huge face contrite.

“No, I suppose not.” he agreed. “Bring out the water and produce of the earth! Show our guests proper hospitality.” The colossal Yōkai then paused, looking down on my sis, who met his gaze boldly, and I inwardly praised her for that, while Eri snorted in my thoughts, well amused.

“That amulet. Forged from the sacred obsidian from the fires of the Sacred Mountain. Where did you come by it, child? For you are but a young mortal, though touched by a Goddess. Kannon, if I am not mistaken.”

My sis nodded. “Kannon, yeah.” Even as the Oni and other Yōkai began to bring out wooden barrels of water, shrine-like ladles sunk within, and troughs of vegetables and fruits, the conversation continued. “As for where I got it…” my sis glanced at me, and I shrugged.

“It came from Inuyama, there was a corrupted Kami there which had gathered a lot of treasures from all over Japan, and perhaps even further afield. I killed it and found this amongst the wreckage. I gave it to my sis, as it said it would be helpful in warding off Yōkai.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit confused though. Muratsuno… oh, she’s an Oni…” my sis explained. “…said she didn’t want to mess with you and called you ‘those bastards’, but you seem nice enough to me?”

“Do not be fooled.” Sakura sighed. “Tsukuruyama and the Yōkai here are as fierce and brutal as any. They simply… seldom interfere with outsiders, choosing instead to guard Sacred Mount Fuji, though not as the Gods bid. Unlike other sacred sites, such as Mount Atago…”

“I can speak for myself, Tennyo.” he rumbled, before sighing. “Alas, it seems whoever bore that amulet before you is no more. Still, it is yours now, I shall not reclaim it.” His luminous gaze fell upon me, though the way his eyes rolled and jiggled was a little disconcerting, motes of blue flame scattering into the air around him. “Now then… did you come here to fight? If so…” He flexed one meaty fist, and I shook my head.

“I very much hope not, and your hospitality is a good start. But… just water? What happened to booze? All the Yōkai I know indulge to excess.” Shaeula nodded at that, smirking.

“It is shukubo… the ritual of hospitality and lodgings. Clear water and only fruits and vegetables shall be offered, no meat or produce of living animals, and one can stay at the shrines, there is lodging for all, humble yet heartfelt.” Sakura explained for him. “In fact, we would welcome it, if after your Pilgrimage, you could remain overnight, and in the morning, pray to the mountain and departed Konohanasakuya-hime, your ancestor, Imperial Princess.” She glanced at Yukiko.

“Much as we’d love to…” I frowned. “…we still haven’t ironed out our relationship with you upon this mountain yet. And besides…” I grinned. “…I’ve already made promises for the night.” I paused, thinking. “If you are offering hospitality, we can do no less.” I passed an order down to the caravan of ritual goods for the Pilgrimage and had meat and booze brought up. “I trust this will suffice?”

“We are not so prudish as to refuse tribute.” Tsukuruyama rumbled. “After hospitality, we converse. The mountain should not run with blood unless it must.”

At his cold words, the Yōkai around us were grinning ferally, though unlike the Night Parade, there was no music or other raucous revelry. Still, as I glanced around at the packed ranks of spiritual beings, I mentally calculated the odds, not of victory, but of getting everyone out unscathed should the worst happen…

***

“I understand your quandary.” Tsukuruyama declared. He was sitting at the head of innumerable long tables which had been dragged out to hold this welcoming feast, and he was drinking from a massive barrel of whiskey, throat working as he took gulps in litres. I was sitting beside him, alongside Yukiko, Shiro, my sis, Tsukiko and the Regalia. Sakura was with us too, though I supposed she was more on the side of the Daidarabotchi. “Your power is great. This mountain… we too could have grown to your level or beyond, but…”

“To do so severs the land from the mountain.” Sakura explained, daintily eating some of our offerings, drinking a sweet plum wine. “It moves the mountain closer to the Heavens, to Tengoku, as you might call it. And it is not time yet, though…”

“Yeah, too late.” Shiro agreed. Tan was keeping well hidden, a trump card if we needed her, but I knew she was sharing Shiro’s impressions and senses. “Aki’s already begun the process. But what’s it matter? That’ll be inevitable now, even if we do nothing.”

“The time was not yet ripe.” Tsukuruyama insisted, setting down his half-empty barrel with a loud sloshing sound, and then he seized a whole roasted pig on a skewer, biting into it as if it was merely takoyaki. “Unlike this pork. Very nice. The seasoning… yet, I digress.” He noticed some of the Tengu with us, including Haanōbō, and scowled. “I see you have the Tengu of Mount Atago accompanying you. How is old Tarōbō? Stubborn and bitter still, I wager?”

“Actually, he was surprisingly reasonable.” I insisted. “By the way, you’re looking at two of the Directions. I’m Summer South, and my sis here is Autumn West.”

At that admission, Tsukuruyama widened his goggling eyes, and laughed loudly, drawing everyone’s attention, though he waved his free hand to dismiss their interest, droplets of pig grease scattering, which I subtly caught in a little wind, shielding us from his oily rain.

“I see.” he wheezed at last. “The times of change are coming indeed. And… the truth of things? Has he told you?”

“I met the Huánglóng and the others, or at least what they left behind. And not just them. I’ve seen the north.” I agreed mildly. “The Kamuy, the war of extinction with the Yōkai and Kami, the aftermath is… tragic.”

“There was no room to stand aside.” Tsukuruyama insisted, and Sakura nodded sadly, agreeing.

“Yes, the Gods and Goddesses commanded, and the Eight Million and those who stood beside them had to do their duty. It is not for us to question. Yet… I know Konohanasakuya-hime grieved at the necessity. She may be the Divine will of this mountain, no matter what Tsukuruyama claims…”

The Daidarabotchi paused his eating and drinking to snort sourly, and she continued. “… and of the fiery blood of this land, and the fleeting, ephemeral nature of life, yet she also shed tears of sorrow. We saw, we know. But…” she narrowed her eyes at me and Tsukiko. “…just as the moon spins through the heavens, and none can gainsay its course, so too was this inevitable, just like cherry blossoms falling and dying. Yet… so long as the land endures, the trees persist, blossoms will come again.”

“I think the Kamuy might be coming again…” We couldn’t be certain, but I trusted Mae’s intuition on these matters. “…which complicates the situation. And I’m stuck in the middle. More to the point, I’ve already… how did you put it, severed the land, but I disagree… instead, it’s more like making the land part of this realm too. Closer to Tengoku, as you suggested. I don’t have much influence out here, yet…”

But Hinata will be most eager to rectify that. We have spent vast sums of money, but now the factory is working, we shall recoup that and far more. So spending such wealth on commanding the land is only prudent. Shaeula offered. She, Eri and Hyacinth, as well as the Valkyries in the Wisdom World, Haru too, of course, were listening in, and not just them, as Haru and the twins were once more acting as towers to link many minds, so even as the others enjoyed the welcome feast, they could be a part of things. And it also allows us to act in an instant if things take a turn, although…

Honestly, the situation didn’t seem particularly tense. Yes, many of the Yōkai here were powerful, though there were few on the level of Hana, or Red and Blue. Strong ones, sure, more than a lot of the trainees could handle, but I was confident of victory if we fought. And of course, Hyacinth is here. And Tan. Hell, even Shaeula would likely put in an excellent fight. Motoko and Natsumi, Daiyu too… everyone is growing stronger…

That’s right. Hinata agreed. Though it’s a historical oddity, that Fujisan Hongū Sengen Taisha, the grand shrine of the Sengen and Asama shrines across Japan, and indeed, one of the last stops here on Pilgrimage, owns the summit. The rest is owned by the government and various municipal authorities. Those, negotiations are going well with. As for the family that owns the shrine, the Fuji clan…

Tsukiko took over. Strictly speaking, they are a powerful voice in the faith, yet… they have not exercised their rights in a long time, since the late eighteen-hundreds, and did not even attend Conclave. They would be considered neutral, but are closer to Takakura house, in that secular concerns over time, such as indeed, reclaiming ownership of the peak of Mount Fuji, after having it usurped during the Meiji Restoration, take precedent for them, and much of their wealth was spent reclaiming it, which only happened a little over a dozen years ago. Since then, it has been a period of… consolidation… for them. I fear… they will be unwilling to come to the same sort of arrangement as Shirohebizumi shrine, with their historic troubles.

Tsukiko explained things succinctly for us, and it made a lot of sense. Though they did not refuse our sudden overtures to Pilgrimage to their shrine. Why would they? The offerings alone will ease their financial situation significantly. And despite their estrangement from the main Conclave, they are still a family of unbroken worship, as eminent as any from Kyoto. Still, you cannot treat them as you would Saionji-san, or Yasuhide. They were not officially part of the Pilgrimage route, though Hinata did wish to add them at this late stage, so that we could potentially begin winning them over.

Yes, everyone has a price. Hinata concluded. It’s just a question of if we can meet it, and it’s one we’re prepared to pay. Honestly, the spiritual, Astral side of Mount Fuji is more pressing a need now, isn’t it?

I gave a mental nod, continuing to talk to our hosts. “Yet… I have broken the boundary…” the wry pun was intended. “…that separates the two realms, so… honestly, you’ve a choice. You could certainly move this Territory up to Rank Four, though I’m afraid I’ve claimed all the land surrounding the mountain. If you just want to be left alone and promise to remain neutral and take no hostile acts, I’m happy enough to concede that.”

“And if we are not?” Tsukuruyama rumbled. “What then, bold one?”

“I don’t want to have to waste all the resources and effort ringing the base of the mountain with endless defences and troops, or worse, fight it out here and now.” I tapped the barrel of whiskey he had put down idly. “That would only be a great waste of life, and all that you’ve built up here would be destroyed. Tarōbō didn’t make that choice. Instead, he chose to test my spirit and boldness, and after he was satisfied, he willingly conceded Mount Atago to us, and now he is in a much stronger position, as we can reinforce the mountain in mere moments if an attack comes.”

“It helps that you fought him for his daughter, bro.” my sis giggled. She’d seemed a little less standoffish about Haanōbō, since we’d become Directions, which was certainly a good thing.

“There must be a tale there, I am sure. To think you would pursue a Tengu, human. Do the masks and their crow faces not make you wary, disgust you? We Yōkai… are not as you are.” Tsukuruyama snorted, the sound a great gust of wind.

“I know it’s taboo to talk about the faces of Mount Atago’s Tengu, but… nothing about Haanōbō dismays me. Though we’re not like that…” I insisted, only for my sis to snort and roll her eyes, Shiro scoffing too.

“But I am in a relationship with a Kamaitachi, and… well, other Yōkai aren’t out of the question. Honestly, human, Yōkai, Fae, whatever, it doesn’t matter, does it? We’re all living beings, doing our best, aren’t we? Just like here. You’ve guarded this Territory well…” I glanced at the Tennyo, Sakura. “…though not without assistance, I’m sure. The last thing that would make sense is a needless battle, where neither of us would be winners, one of us just being the least harmed loser…”

“I would ask humbly, on behalf of Tsukuyomi, that you listen to Akio’s proposals with favour.” Tsukiko bowed deeply.

“And… unlike Tsukiko, I don’t claim to speak for Amaterasu, after all…” Yukiko’s smile was an oddly teasing one for her. “…I’ve not had the pleasure of speaking to her face to face, unlike Tsukiko and Akio, who have even had conversations with Divine Tsukuyomi…” Sakura seemed interested at that revelation. “…but I do wish you to work peacefully with Akio. It will profit you in the end, he makes a wonderful ally. And a husband too, I have no doubt, not that he’ll marry you, noble Tsukuruyama.”

“I should think not…” the black-skinned giant scoffed, though his next words shocked me, and made a great number of people laugh, Aliyah most of all, who was howling, slamming Treyvon on the shoulder with tears of mirth running down her face. “…I am a priest, despite my appearance. I swore celibacy before the Gods, and breaking vows is anathema.”

“Wow, bro…” my sis was giggling. “…if he wasn’t a priest, he’d be making a play for you. I get you’re pretty big, but he’d have…” Shiro put her hands over Aiko’s mouth, grinning.

“Best stop there, for Aki’s dignity, Ai. Besides, you’re embarrassing Yuki and Tsuki. They’re not used to dirty talk yet.”

“I am sure no disrespect is intended.” Sakura mediated. “We do not see things quite as you humans do.”

“Yes, I know that from my dealings with spiritual beings.” I conceded. “Though I find it admirable, I hasten to add that I’m only interested in women.”

“Yes, and Eri will stubbornly resist Aki turning bi, I quote ‘I’m already up against half the world, I don’t want the other half as rivals too!’ which is hellishly cute, really. Shit, I get the appeal of childhood friends, I do.” Shiro chortled.

“It seems you are well-loved by the Princess of this land. Though it is true, we here on Sacred Fuji owe you no allegiance, despite your lineage.” He had stripped several massive pigs and sides of beef to just bones, and even then, his massive, blunt teeth had shattered the bones and sucked out the marrow. He lifted the barrel again and took a mighty draught of the alcohol within. “No, we fought, and many perished, and yes, those who dwelt in this land before us were driven north, and then annihilated, or so we thought…” Tsukuruyama was clearly remembering my earlier warnings, or perhaps had some suspicions himself, though it was hard to read his facial expression, because of his oddly jittery and rolling eyes. “…regardless, times have changed. As we knew they would eventually. What say you, Sakura-Sonojō-Honō?”

The Tennyo shrugged. “I am inclined to join them. But my concerns are rather different to yours. But if I might offer a suggestion… why else have you ruled here so long, Great Tsukuruyama? And allowed we who serve the Gods to remain, offering us shelter and succour? You… still hold to the task. Just as I am sure Great Tarōbō and his Tengu did.”

“That’s right. Though they do it for their own pride. And judged we were worthy of handling it on their behalf.” I agreed.

“You make a wise point, Tennyo. Though your biases are plain.” the black giant grumbled, finishing his barrel, and I winced at the cost, but then, money could be made, but alliances or non-aggression pacts were priceless. “Just as we offer water, because it is customary, but crave alcohol… very well.” The giant suddenly rose, and not just that, he began to swell, twenty, thirty, fifty, seventy, a hundred metres, no, more. His legs were like the trunks of Rhyming Trees, and his fists the size of buildings, and his breath was like a hot breeze, rattling the plates and bottles on the tables below, and making our clothes flutter.

“Thank all the Gods he’s wearing robes tied at the ankles and waist, else we’d be getting an eyeful. Scary.” my sis giggled. “Anyway, a fight then, is it? I knew it. If so… we’d best be going.”

Haru was illuminating everyone with her Light again, and as the crowd stared up at the giant priest, he spoke, his voice as the thunder. Though again, he’s strong, no question, but his League… it’s not on par with Mae or Nurarihyon, he’s… potent, but like the lesser Princess and Princesses of the Seelie, I’d say…

“WELL THEN. IT SEEMS IT HAS COME TO THIS. SAKURA-SONOJŌ-HONŌ, YOUR WORDS ARE TRUE. ALL IS CHANGING. THE MOUNTAIN IS SURROUNDED. THUS, ISOLATION IS NO LONGER AN OPTION…”

“You are wise.” Sakura agreed, her feathery kimono flapping to counterbalance the great gales his voice was causing. “So, what do you suggest?”

“A TRIAL THEN. TO SEE IF YOU ARE WORTHY.”

“I knew it.” Shiro snorted. “Aki gets into fights everywhere he goes. But you’ve made a mistake here, big guy. Aki’s going to knock you on your ass, no matter how big you are. Shit, best be careful, don’t want you squashing your mountain…”

“YOU MISTAKE ME, DESCENDENT OF TENNYO. I AM A PRIEST, I AM THE MAKER OF MOUNTAINS. I BUILD, I DO NOT DESTROY… UNLESS MY ENEMIES FORCE MY HANDS.” The surrounding, feasting Yōkai, now thoroughly drunk, hooted and cheered, reminiscent of the Night Parade now. “I DID NOT PROTECT THE SACRED FUJI SIMPLY TO LOSE IT. FOR EVEN IF I TRUST YOU NOW, AND YOU SEEK PEACE… THE FUTURE IS UNWRITTEN. AND FUJI IS A TREASURE.”

I nodded, not because I had any intentions of a betrayal, but just because he was right. Such alliances could never truly be seen as immutable.

“NO, I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR METTLE. IN MAKING, BUILDING, CREATING! DEFEAT ME, AND I SHALL ACCEPT TERMS. IF YOU CANNOT PROVE YOU CAN MAKE FROM NOTHING, YOU DESERVE ONLY THE FURY OF MY FISTS, THAT HAVE SUBDUED ALL WHO THREATEN OR MOCK SACRED FUJI!”

“I did not see that coming.” I chuckled. “But very well then, I’m not one to shy away from a challenge, but… preparations first, if I may?”

“VERY WELL. I REQUIRE TIME TO ARRANGE MY THOUGHTS AS WELL. YOU MAY… CONDUCT YOUR BUSINESS WITH SAKURA-SONOJŌ-HONŌ AND HER SHRINE, FIRST. THOUGH IF YOU WISH TO REACH THE SUMMIT… THEN I MUST BE SATISFIED!”

“Oh, don’t worry…” my sis spoke for me, winking. “When it comes to my bro, satisfaction is guaranteed.” Her face reddened a little. “Or so I’ve heard, anyway.”

Doesn’t she mean seen? Eri’s voice was dripping with exasperated amusement. So, what’s your plan? It’s… not exactly your specialist subject, is it? Sure, you’ve crafted us some treasures, but… honestly, they’ve more sentimental value than anything else. I don’t think he wants you to craft him an engagement ring.

If I did, it’d use more precious metals than all of yours put together. His fingers are like branches… don’t worry, I’ve a trick or two up my sleeve, I promise…

***

We’d visited Arakura Fuji Sengen Shrine, Sakura’s home, as well as several others, and it was truly beautiful, full of ever-blooming cherry trees and vents of fiery elemental energies pouring out like magma. The earth element was plentiful here too, and on the summit, wind. I suspected, my Eyes then confirming such, that there was even metal element deep within the mountain, and that gave me an idea for the upcoming trial.

Still, I had other matters to attend to, and a little time, so after I’d made my offerings, I pulled aside Miyu and Michiru, talking to them alone (though obviously in my thoughts, I was shadowed as always by the others, an experience I was used to now). Obviously if I really wanted to partition some of my mind for privacy with Split Thoughts it was possible, the link would always exist, but not everything had to be shared, but… as it stands, there’s no need, though I expect the experiences I’ve been through up to now would be very useful if I come across any hostile mind-reader or telepath, I know how to counter that now…

“If I may ask, why did you call us out?” Miyu was polite as ever, but I did notice a certain measure of expectation in her dark eyes. Michiru, as anticipated, was more overt, and I could tell she was grinning, even behind her red scarf.

“Obviously, Akio-sama wishes to spend time with us, Miyu-sama. How else would we get the chance to appeal to him? Though…” She lowered her scarf, licking her lips, and her brown-eyed gaze was on my lower body. “…if you are stressed at the thought of facing that giant, I can most certainly relax you with my mouth. Though if you want Miyu-sama to do it, I would understand, though perhaps both of us together…”

“Enough, Michiru!” Miyu flushed as red as her bodyguard’s scarf. “I am simply mortified at your attitude. Though…” she took a deep breath. “…it is certainly forward of me, but… I would not decline, should you ask. Though it rather jumps ahead, if we are courting. But we do have a certain measure of… experience.” She then smiled, clasping her hands together pensively. “Yet I hardly think you would fear the Daidarabotchi, not even in this bizarre sort of challenge. You have a plan, you always do, yes?”

“You could say that.” I pointed to the many Buildings, spires and structures of black, glass-like obsidian and golden metal, extremely elegant, the number and Rank of which surely put my own Territory to shame. “It’d be a damn shame to destroy these. And one difference is, unlike when Haru took over Mount Atago… I have slots open for most Buildings. Anyway, it’s a contest of making, not pure strength, so a little assistance should make…” my lips twitched into a smile at that. “…my point better than my doing it all alone.”

“Wise as ever, Akio-sama!” Michiru gushed, and I could tell she meant the praise, though the way her lower body was twitching, I immediately felt a little disappointed in her, mixed with wry amusement. Yeah, no spanking today, but…

“So, why I’m actually here… Michiru, how do you see yourself in the future?” I sat down and produced some sweets from my storage. They were traditional Japanese ones, which Miyu and Michiru seemingly preferred to Western brands. I also produced a small kettle, and on seeing that, Miyu smiled warmly.

“Oh, tea ceremony. Let me.” We were sitting in an isolated square at one of the shrines, though a few people were giving us warm glances as they passed by. Miyu knelt in perfect seiza and asked me to fill the kettle with a precise amount of water, and then generate a specific heat, while she used her eyes and ears to flawlessly gauge when I needed to raise or lower the heat, my flame element dancing in time to her orders.

“How I see myself?” Michiru tore her gaze away from Miyu. “I… suppose I see what you mean. If it is the future Miyu-sama seeks, then… I shall be as Natsumi-sama is… but I still wish to protect Miyu-sama with all my heart.”

“Just as Natsumi does, I assure you.” I promised. “She and Motoko are as close, or perhaps closer than ever, though… they certainly don’t go as far as you pair.” They both blushed at that. “But you two can grow closer too. You… know what I meant, Michiru.”

As the kettle slowly boiled, Miyu asking me to adjust the intensity of my flame and thus the heat, Michiru slowly answered.

“I do indeed. Do… not mistake me. I have seen from Motoko-sama and Natsumi-sama, that it is certainly possible to be competitive without a Divine Favour, though to do so… requires your love.” I couldn’t really deny that, as it was true that without that Statistics and extra Levels available to those with significant Ranks of Lovers’ Link, it was tough to reach the higher echelons of power.

“Of course, even without that, the members of Adamant far exceed even an ordinary soldier, or an acquaintance of my honoured father, or the ninjas of our village.” She winced, remembering the troubles said ninjas had put them through. Speaking of, the lotus sisters were here, becoming acclimatised to their duties as support and secretaries to Haru and Yukiko.

“But I… want more. Miyu-sama is not a warrior, and she is precious to me, and I hope to you.”

At Michiru’s bold words, Miyu flushed, but her hands still moved precisely, delicately pouring out tea into three cups, before artfully arranging the Japanese treats for us. My next words deepened her embarrassment.

“She is. No matter what happens in the future, how our relationship pans out, she’s precious to me. And I don’t want her hurt.” I left my words hanging, as Michiru grew more and more like a frantic puppy, eyes wide, until I patted her head. “Don’t worry, you’re precious too, foolish little ninja.”

“So cold. Miyu-sama, Akio-sama is clearly trying to seduce me! I got wet at his cold disdain and soaked when he told me he loves me!”

“Michiru, enough. Do not spoil the ceremony with base vulgarity. There is a time and a place for such, and this is not it.” she scolded her friend, bodyguard and lover gently. “He never said love, but then, Hinata told me Akio is quite shy. And being precious is certainly joy enough. For now. Please, take some tea.” She bowed, head touching the ground, and I took a sip.

“Yeah, it’s excellent. You’re very talented.” I praised, and she laughed self-deprecatingly as Michiru took a sip too, Miyu following after, as per the ceremony.

“If you ask Motoko, I believe she can also very elegantly perform this task.”

I noticed she too had dropped all honorifics for Motoko and the others. There’s a spate of that going on these last few days. I guess… everyone’s working out just where they stand…

“True, but it tastes great because of the warm thoughts you put into making it.” I insisted, and Michiru nodded beside me frantically, agreeing.

“You will kill me with kindness.” Miyu smiled, amplifying her charms. With her Adamant uniform, and hair pulled into a beautiful long ponytail, she was every inch the elegant young woman, regal and gorgeous. “Worse, I should disdain such flattery as clumsy, yet… I know you mean it. Ah, it is true what I have been told. The one who falls first loses. Yet… losing can be so very sweet.” She paused for a moment. “Now I am being the distraction. Michiru… answer Akio. You want to be a Chosen too, do you not? My Throne cannot give you all the strength you desire.”

“I do.” Michiru nodded, careful not to spill a drop of tea or a crumb of the snacks Miyu had prepared. “Not just to protect you, Miyu-sama. But… to protect everyone, to make a difference, to… be of use to those I love, the man and the woman I love most in this whole world.”

The way she could say that with such a straight face was rather charming, and it seemed Miyu felt the same way. “Koga-san will be devastated. He dotes on you, since Kozue is rather cold.”

“Honoured father will have to accept it. I was going to become a woman eventually.” Michiru insisted. “So, a Favour. If you give me that, I really will have no choice but to dedicate everything that is not already Miyu-sama’s to you. Oh, do not think I will short-change you, Akio-sama! I shall split myself down the middle perfectly fairly!”

“Preferably without the blood and gore.” Miyu made a joke, again, another fresh side of her which helped me reevaluate her charms.

“Oh no, if I die, I can never enjoy… our true first time, Miyu-sama! Together, holding hands!” She giggled madly, before forcing her face to stillness, though her cheeks, forehead and neck were as red as her scarf. “I am sorry. I get… rather excited. When I think of our future together… no…” She slapped her own cheeks hard. “…I must not pressure you, Akio-sama. Miyu-sama and I have to have faith in our own charms! If you earnestly attempt to get to know us, we will love you second to none. After all, it is as you have said to the others…” Michiru was slyly showing off her rather high intelligence, which was usually forgotten in her antics. “…the fact I love Miyu-sama merely means I have to produce twice as much love, so neither of you miss out! And I can do it!”

“A bold declaration.” I surrendered. “Look, we’re in no rush.”

“True, but Michiru will take any opportunity to impress you, I think.” Miyu was calm. “I understand that well. I expect… I shall soon Dance once more.”

“Yes, but you’ve got a friend now. It might make it more fun…” I grinned, picturing Keiko-chan and Miyu together. “For Michiru though… it’s not that simple, considering. But… I want to offer you this chance.” I told the ninja. “Even if it might not exactly fit your… flamboyant… nature.”

“I shall not interfere. This is a choice you have to make on your own.” Miyu warned, sipping at her tea. Up above, Tsukuruyama was slowly levelling a great arena into the side of the mountain, ready for the contest. My Eyes glowed, searching, and I nodded. That place will work. Pretty well, I think…

“A choice I never had. Though now, I suppose there are no regrets. Only embarrassment at my childishness. Seeing your sister, Akio, and the others you obtained Favours for, be so proud and delighted, and give their all, no matter the circumstances, knowing Motoko and Natsumi slew a Chosen before receiving such, at grave risk to their own lives… such a childish woman I can be. But… it is time to set the child in me aside and become the sort of strong woman who can stand at your side, Akio.”

“Now who’s trying to score points?” I teased, and she gazed at me levelly, though her pink cheeks belied her calm.

“I understand, Miyu-sama.” Michiru nodded. “Now…” she turned to me. “…tell me your thoughts. I… will certainly give them my full attention.”

“Fine, then. But go with your heart, not just what I suggest.” I warned, and she nodded emphatically.

“Okay then, the Favours we have at my disposal which might work for you are as follows… though each has its pros and cons. Firstly, we have Mamlambo’s Poisonous Water. You do like poison, don’t you? It’s also very ninja-like. The downside is that you’re not overly compatible, but… if I and the twins rapidly teach you water element, I think we can push you over the edge enough for us to make it work.”

“I feel great shame at my disrespect and reckless disregard for Hinata-sama’s life at our first meeting!” Michiru prostrated herself at my feet. “You should punish me for my sheer insolence…”

“I will…” she brightened at my words, before I teased her by dashing her hopes. “…by not punishing you.” She froze, her wiggling bottom, her skirt flipping up to give me tantalising glimpses of her thighs, which were still strapped with many weapons, falling down as fast as her expression, while Miyu chuckled softly.

“You know how to tease me, Akio-sama. How cold, how positively vicious! But I also ooze! My insides squirm…” Michiru pouted, looking rather erotic as she wiggled.

“Serious!” Miyu warned, and Michiru snapped back into focus.

“Yes, poison is nice, but… is it what I need to protect others? It is more an assassin’s tool, no?”

“I believe in addition to more fatal venoms, you can do paralysing and other interesting concoctions, though your water element will dictate that, so… it’d be a path of hard work. Then, there’s Muyalaka’s Forgetful Confusion…” I’m not saying it’s Apasmāra’s. “It’s a very ninja-like Favour again, the ability to be indistinguishable from an ordinary…” I paused. “…ordinary enough…” Calling Michiru an ordinary person is an insult to the humdrum… “…human. So you’d be able to catch enemies off-guard easily, take them out. Though again, that’s… not so much the path of a protector.”

Michiru nodded. “I… am not good at being discreet.”

“No. I think I could make it work with Chirurgery, but it’d have about the lowest functional affinity we could manage. Even so, it would make you far more deadly.”

“And, these things always have three choices, do they not?” Michiru asked, and I chuckled, patting her head, rewarding her. Miyu, seeing that, slid closer, so I gave her a brief hug, which still made her tremble with shyness, which was oddly endearing considering what we’d done in that cave… Yeah, Hanafubuki and the way the nobles raise their daughters have a great many disappointing aspects, but the ability to raise wonderful women who a man wants to protect… I can’t argue with that. Though I love the outliers, the fiery ones, like Hinata, Motoko and Natsumi too!

“Three or perhaps in this case, four, but… Raijin’s Stormy Lash is next. Honestly, Shaeula could make use of this one herself, but she can already use lightning element, and she has her heart set on the Tribulation Lightning in the Tengoku-Seki we’re cultivating. Potentially, we could add this Favour to the feeding frenzy in there too, but… I’d rather someone I trust use it.”

At my words, Michiru leapt to her feat, expression eager. “Of course you can trust me! I would die before betraying you or Miyu-sama! Please, describe to me how it works, and its compatibility with me!”

Okay, wow, she’s eager. But her attitude is certainly adorable. “Okay, your compatibility, actually, is barely enough even now, lower than Kana’s was for Ksitigarbha’s Earthen Womb to start with, though as she’s proved, once you have it, you can work on the Skills it grants, and boost your synergy with it to draw out more power. After all, now she’s a powerhouse, and she’s integral to my play here.” I glanced up at our massive giant as he was nearly done, so I had to hurry this up. “As for the Skill itself, honestly I think it’s good for you. Less fatal than Mamlambo’s, certainly, especially against groups, and less utility, but… for a supporting role for Miyu and your fighting style… well, listen for yourself…”

Raijin’s Stormy Lash –This Divine Favour is made of concentrated Adherence, refined Ether and Soullight-infused Truesoul strands. This Favour allows the wielder to conjure short-ranged bolts of Lightning, which also have a powerful stunning effect. Lightning Elemental affinity is increased, and the Favour aids in forming Lighting Elemental energies into whips and short-ranged weapons, adding a further stunning aspect to the Elemental Lightning energies.

Just as Raijin calls upon the fury of the storms, his drum sounding the call to war, so too will you be able to wield the lightning and the thunder, stunning and shocking those who oppose you. [Class: Imperious] [Type: Principle]

“It is perfect, don’t you think?” Miyu smiled warmly. “Subtlety is not your strongest attribute, Michiru. And though you often embarrass me, I would not change you. With that… you can be my shield, and also punish Akio’s enemies.”

“Yes! I want that one!” Michiru declared, before she paused. “I… would ask a question, if I may?”

I nodded, and she spoke.

“Kozue. And Honoka-sama. What of them? Will… will you offer them aid? I know Kozue has been disrespectful, and I shall beat her myself if she steps out of line again, yet…”

I held up a hand, forestalling her. I raised it, as if to slap, and Michiru stared at my palm in fascination, before instead I ruffled her hair playfully, shocking and exciting her. Really, she’s incredibly easy to please. It’s cute for sure. “Well done on you for thinking of them. We’ll certainly train them hard, but… Favours, they’re a bit too young to decide their lives that way yet. In time, perhaps, and even it not, just like Motoko and Natsumi did, even if without such Ranks of Lovers’ Link, they’ll grow strong enough to look after themselves and each other. So, do you want this?” I asked, and Michiru nodded.

“I am prepared! The pain will not deter me!”

“I should think not, Michiru.” I stroked her head once more, and worked Chirurgery. Michiru barely flinched, though her breathing did speed up, so once done I playfully swatted her ass, though as she was wearing a skirt it was barely felt. Even so, she reddened once more.

“That was barely anything!” she insisted stoutly. “Now, please instruct me, and if I fail to meet your expectations, punish me… and if I succeed… then a reward?” Her smile was sly and cheeky, and I chuckled, exchanging a glance with Miyu.

“That way she wins either way.” Miyu added. “So, what must Michiru do to prove worthy of this gift you have given her? I will give my all to aid her as well.”

“Training with the twins and Shaeula. You still can’t use lightning element, Michiru, just the bolts from the Favour, so the potency is barely half of what it should be. Still a big boost to your strength, but not enough. Learn flame, wind and lightning properly, then… your affinity should blossom.”

“I shall do it!” Michiru insisted, making the sign of the diamond, an Adamant salute. “Are you sure I cannot… no, not repay. I do not want that between us, nor between Miyu-sama. But… I wish to show my appreciation for you and who you are! Honoured father taught me men are frightening beasts, and… you are, but the sort of beast who makes me wet and excited!”

“Michiru…” Miyu warned again, and she tittered.

“Do not tell me your insides do not clench and ooze when you think of the cave, Miyu-sama, and what we will do in the future, many happy things!”

“Of course I feel as you do.” Miyu sighed, pulling out a fan, snapping it open and covering her embarrassed face. “But it is not the time nor the place to say it. Now… Akio, show us your triumph, make our hearts stir with passion. For your opponent awaits.”

“COME, LITTLE MAN! SHOW THIS MAKER OF MOUNTAINS JUST WHAT YOUR WILL CAN CREATE! IF YOU WISH MY KNEES TO TOUCH THE STONE OF SACRED FUJI BEFORE YOU, BEST SHOW ME A WONDER I HAVE NEVER SEEN!”

“He’s so loud.” I chuckled. “Hasn’t he heard the idiom my mom always used to say? The bigger they are, the harder they fall.” With one last hug for each of them, I began to ascend towards the summit, and the waiting spectators, the Yōkai and Pilgrims facing each other across the arena. One more Favour passed out. Again, another massive drop in expenditure. Getting rid of another couple will take me out of the danger zone, and then Hyacinth can easily keep me topped up. But… that’s for after. For now…

***

“WHAT IS THIS?” Tsukuruyama roared, puzzled, and his glowing eyes were swivelling and bouncing more erratically than usual. “I FACE YOU, YOU FACE ME, YET…?”

I patted Kana on the shoulder as she shrank back from the volume of his roars, and she smiled gratefully, regaining her composure, and actually stuck her tongue out at the huge giant. Beside us, Hyacinth giggled excitedly, while Asha remained composed, knowing I’d protect her and our unborn children without fail if danger threatened.

“Calm down. I know what you intend. But… I make of things not just tangible, but… I forge, I create, I shape, I make Bonds and Connections. That’s my miracle.” I insisted. “However, I’m no cheat, so the power they draw on will be mine. They’ll just shape a wonder from my will and ideas. Why, you scared you’ll lose, big guy?” I teased, and the Daidarabotchi snorted, our clothes fluttering in the breeze of his breath, as the Yōkai hooted and cheered, riotously drunk after the festivities, while our side was clapping and calling out encouragement.

“HOW DELIGHTFULLY ARROGANT. YET WORDS ARE WIND. PROVE YOUR WILL BY WHAT YOU MAKE, FOR ANY FOOL CAN DESTROY. BE IT KINGDOMS, ARTWORKS, IDEAS OR EVEN LIVES, RUINING SUCH IS TRIVIAL, THE WORK OF MOMENTS, YET TO BUILD, CREATE, IMPROVE… SUCH IS THE WORK OF TRUE MASTERY AND POWER. BEGIN!” Tsukuruyama’s voice rang out louder than the thunder, the fiery peak of the mountain, where the final shrine of Mount Fuji resided, answering, flames and ash shooting miles into the dark, aurorae-streaked sky.

“Yes, begin!” I grinned, as Kana, Asha and Hyacinth placed their hands on me, Kana grabbing my left hand, Asha my right, and with an act of cheeky superiority, Hyacinth put her arms around me, hugging me close, a blissful feeling with her ample, squishy chest.

All right then, Haru, Chiaki-chan, Chiasa-chan… turn on the sharing of my sight and senses. He wants me to build something, does he? Well, he’ll never see this coming…