On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

“I know you are rather shocked to see me speak out, so soon after our last unprecedented broadcast…” the Emperor began. I glanced over instinctively at Haru, who shrugged.

His mind’s a bit of a mess, really. It’s understandable if you think about it. Everything he thought he knew is being overturned, sometimes even daily…

I know things are moving fast, but Yukiko and I did appraise him of what was going to happen when we hit Rank Four, though it was… louder… than I expected…

“…since we, the Imperial Family, have largely been silent since the end of the war which saw our Divinity stripped from us. A Divinity we have reclaimed.” He seemed both proud and perhaps slightly melancholic or bitter about that. “But events now far outstrip the strangeness and terror of the wars of we humans. We have stepped foot into the realm of the Kami, of the Greater Gods of Japan. Where better than here, perhaps, to illustrate it.” He waved one hand at the upper floors, where the many shrines awaited us, before sweeping his arm theatrically at the Kami and spiritual beings thronging the hall.

“We stand in the presence of the Gods, of Kami Hachiman, defender of Japan.” he continued, his voice firm and practised. “And everything now is change. Or perhaps… reversion, would you not say?”

Hachiman, in his guise as Emperor Ōjin, seemed to consider that, scratching his chin idly, small, patrician beard and dark eyes giving him an air of power and great wisdom. “To an extent, my descendant, that is accurate. Soon all of this nation will once again be a spiritual haven, and the touch of the greater Gods felt anew. Or rather…” He grounded his ornate staff loudly on the tiled floor, making me wince, though I knew we’d treated the ground carefully to prevent damage, after all, Giants, Oni and other huge, careless beings would be treading these halls from now on. The glass too was tougher than steel.

“…that was their earnest desire. And why we who became Kami waited…” Kofuku Jizo and Prince Shōtoku signalled their agreements, Jizo with a casual wave of one hand, the Prince with an elegant inclination of his head, showing the difference in their characters. “…in hopes of these times returning. Though not all managed to resist the passage of time. After all, this world is not ours alone.” His stare took in the Fae, revealing little.

“So, this was part of the plan of the great Gods, and our role?” the Emperor pressed, glancing at Yata and Magatama.

“You have done well. Few dynasties in this world have endured as you have, lineage unbroken. There is power in that, faith. Adherence.” Hachiman praised, and I knew that to be true. Poor Ellie’s family line is far from the original that ruled Britain. That country has changed hands so many times, it’s a testament to the nobility of the various families that the truth of the Tower was always passed on, even to bitter foes. But… I guess their duty has ended. This is the generation during which the Tower bears fruit. And besides, Ellie’s family isn’t going to be usurped…

“Yet, others plot and scheme, and the grand design is but a reflection of the moon upon the waters.” He glanced at Tsukiko then. “A thrown stone causes ripples which destroys the image. Much… much is unexpected. The guardian of Sacred Fuji has descended, the mountain no longer in his hands…”

“You talk too much and listen too little. Listen, reflect and meditate.” Tsukuruyama rumbled, hands pressed together. “I did not decide lightly. Some meetings are preordained, others simply the product of chance. I am he who Made the Mountain…”

“Hardly.” Hachiman snorted. “Do not try and usurp faith which rightly belongs to the Gods.”

“Listen.” The Daidarabotchi rumbled, eyes rolling madly. The camera crews were enraptured by the incredible scene, as well they might be, though the Emperor seemed a little thrown off his simple question, likely leading into his main point, had been rather derailed.

I wish I had some popcorn. my sis added unhelpfully. Shaeula’s mocking mental laughter agreed with her, though Eri tried to chastise her, but my sis brushed her off.

Come on, Eri. Don’t you dislike most of Yukiko’s family too? The way they treated Tsurugi-chan, Yata-chan and Magatama-chan was awful. Besides…

Besides?

I don’t like her brother. He’s totally jealous of you, bro! Feels inferior too, if I’m not mistaken. And about these things, I never am!

A bold boast, Aiko, but you are not incorrect. Shaeula chimed in. But why would he not feel inferior? He clearly is a far less accomplished male than Akio! And Akio has taken his sister from him…

I don’t think most brothers think that… Akio and your brothers are an exception, Shaeula… Haru added, not entirely helpfully, and she winked playfully at me. I do agree though, to be a future Emperor, even in Japan where it was largely ceremonial, takes a certain mindset and sense of arrogance and entitlement. To find out that Akio’s impact on Japan is far greater than his could ever be… it shook him, certainly. But if he has any sense he’ll recover.

“My hands shaped the Mountain. Claim that the Gods created it all you like, but we are the land and the land is with us. Never lie to the Buddha, never lie to yourself, and never lie to others. After all, upon the Path of Truth, a person who has transgressed the one law, who speaks a lie, who scoffs at another world, there is no evil he cannot do. Are you and yours evil, Kami?”

Blue guffawed loudly at that, and she wasn’t alone. Mae’s drooping tails raised, and Tarōbō nodded fiercely, red and gold mask dipping. Hachiman, rather caught off guard, slammed his staff into the ground noisily again.

“Evil? It is simple truth. You may have chosen a different path, but you are still Yōkai. Your hands are far from clean. Still… if you wish no lies, the design is rather flawed. Both Atago and Fuji have surrendered. And Ise, where the Sun was born…”

“I don’t like to call it surrender.” Yukiko spoke up, face pink, but she steeled herself, as her cousins gave her silent encouragement. “But Ise, though it shall remain in my hands, Akio will have it too. After all, what belongs to a wife is her husband’s property as well. At least that’s what I think. I’m… normally…” Her face reddened further, and she pushed on the frame of her equally red glasses to hide her embarrassment. “…a very traditional woman. It doesn’t matter though. Both Atago and Fuji have accepted the way things are. Even Tsukuyomi does…”

“Indeed.” Hachiman seemed a little sour. “But it is true that the descendants of the Sun must rule Japan. But for this to be possible, we must… defeat those who seek to upset the design, who would carelessly cast filth and stones upon the pond.”

“Those who simply destroy are not illuminated by the Buddha’s light.” Tsukuruyama insisted. “He proved himself…” he nodded at me, great head moving with surprisingly speed. “…a Maker. Metal and stone birthed life. We nurture…” Tarōbō agreed, nodding again. “…whereas the Sun, yes, it gives life, without it, the lands are dead, but too much Sun burns, leaves only sterile, lifeless sands behind. Besides… what is lost, what schemes are as dust, is never important. What cannot be lost is what matters. You forget that in your schemes, Kami.”

Hachiman seemed angry, but Tsukuruyama addressed the Emperor. “Saddha. Confident truth. Lies poison the spirit and are the gateway to all other evils. Can you say you are always truthful?”

As the Emperor shook his head, he disagreed. “I accepted the lie father was forced to permit, once we lost the war. I also…” he paused, troubled, and the Daidarabotchi priest seemed satisfied as he nodded at me.

“This one does not lie. No, he nearly cannot.” He discerned my true nature, which was growing ever more like the Fae. Still, it made me uncomfortable to hear his judgement.

“I’ve lied plenty in the past. Small things, petty things. To avoid conflict, or to simply smooth a path. I think you’re being a little hard on him.”

“Sila.” The giant was satisfied by my answer. “Leading a virtuous life.”

“Now that I haven’t exactly done.” I admitted. “I’m greedy, selfish, and more importantly… my hands are covered in blood. Some of it… is probably not justified. And worse… I’ve hurt those who love me. Either through cowardice, inaction or simply not understanding. I’d love to be virtuous, but… I don’t think an Astral Emperor has that leeway. I’m not going to turn the other cheek if an enemy attempts to hurt those I love. To me, the greatest virtue is bringing the greatest happiness to those within my sight. Sure, I want to extend my sight as far as I can, but… I doubt even the Buddha can tolerate intolerance. It’s a paradox, isn’t it?”

We’d gone wildly off the subject here, and I was stealing the Emperor’s thunder, but oddly enough, he didn’t seem that displeased. Neither did the watching press, who were getting far more than they bargained for. Arisu-san seemed worried though, and I shot her a reassuring nod. I’ll be careful what I say.

“Hiri and Ottappa. The shame of wrongdoing, and the fear of committing further moral mistakes. None who abandon such, even for seemingly good reasons, can be a good man.” Tsukuruyama continued. “Do you not wrestle with these trials?”

“I think everyone does. And with greater power and responsibility, it gets worse. But also better. If the power is great enough. And…” I glanced around at my women, my friends, our families… “…If we have those to help steer us away from mistakes. Of course…” I smirked knowingly. “…the Buddha isn’t perfect either, is he? Though I’m endlessly grateful for his terrible taste in women.”

Tsukuruyama coughed, a little puzzled, but Shiro’s eyes were crimson and satisfied.

“Regardless…” Tsukuruyama changed the subject. “Suta. To learn more of life and what is proper. That you do endlessly, I see. The miracle of life from metal and earth… was inspired. Caga. Generosity. I have listened and heard. You plan much and share the spoils of faith, despite your claim to greed. Though perhaps you mean greed for flesh, rather than material possessions.” He rolled his eyes wryly, though with his usual goggling, it was hard to tell. “Lastly… Panna. The wisdom to see the heart of things. All else are transient, yet…”

“Sorry, but I disagree.” I interrupted, even though he was clearly talking me up in contrast to the Emperor. “There is an eighth virtue. Love. You may see that as an attachment, a chain, but… I see it as the foundation of everything there is. And… how can you truly bring others happiness and love if you don’t feel love yourself?”

“I would… have to disagree.” the giant priest sighed cavernously. “Metta, Karuna, Mudita, Upekkha. These are unselfish loves, but what you speak of…”

“Is the only truth I care to know. I’m not trying to be a Buddha. I can’t walk on by those I love or give to others if it wounds those I care about. I’m not some almighty, perfect hero. But like I said, not even the Buddha is without his flaws. Whether he was following his beliefs or not, whether he meant it, his refusal of the daughters of Māra caused them a great deal of sorrow. Perhaps to him, accepting temptation was an evil, to refuse was righteous. Me… I’m not that pure, nor that cold-hearted. I think what you, Hachiman, and indeed the Emperor here, are trying to get at is… you’re nervous, that I hold too much power over Japan in my hands. But… that’s just the way it is.” I was firm in my insistence. After all, it’s too late to be modest now.

Yes, that’s right, father. You… “…tell them!” Tsurugi resumed her Tsukumogami form, appearing in my arms, glowering at the Emperor and his family. “Father’s love is kind. I am a sword, but… father sees me as more. Yata and Magatama too. Not just father… everyone around father is kind too! I… hate you!” She puffed out her cheeks and stuck her tongue out at the Emperor. “I’ll never let anyone but father touch me again. Or… I suppose the mothers too. They’re nice!”

“Don’t worry.” Yukiko spoke up. “You have my word as Imperial Daughter and Priestess of Ise, and… one of your mothers… we will never force you into bondage again. Whether the Gods made you, whether it is the faith in that which sustains you… we’ll take responsibility. I’m sorry, but… Amaterasu chose me, and I’m grateful.” Yukiko shook her head, before pointing up. “The shrines here to her are quite beautiful. But the power is mine now, and I’ll use it as I see fit. Besides… Noble Kami Hachiman, in your guise as Emperor Ōjin, please answer me this.”

“Oh?” he stroked his beard as he awaited her question.

“You passed down the tradition of an Imperial Daughter being the Priestess of Ise, venerating Amaterasu. If you didn’t, perhaps my brother Gorohito would have been chosen instead, and this would be none of my concern. Or maybe father or mother. But…” her tone was suddenly cool. “…we would still be standing here, Tsurugi in Akio’s arms. Brother… you don’t understand what makes Akio worth following.”

Yuki’s all fired up now! My sis shortened her to a nickname, like Shiro did, mentally whistling. Guess getting a taste of you really inspired her. It’s going to be crazy when you go all the way…

I didn’t even have the mental energy to scold my sis, thankfully, Eri did, though the way she did it was oddly… suggestive.

As if you’d know. Eri’s thoughts were pointed. You talk big for someone who has barely done more than hold hands with a man…

Hey, I’ll have you know…

As they bickered, Yukiko continued. “I’m sorry, but we, the Imperial Family, are so very, very out of touch. The Kami too. This Pilgrimage… it’s like Akio said in his speech. It was meant to bring everyone together, harnessing the power of all. Those of the faith largely understand that. The nobility too. We… we have been slow. I blame myself, honestly. This was largely my responsibility, to make you all see the way things need to be.”

Grandmaster Daimon and his Onmyōji, also present for the dedication, added knowing nods to her words.

“Kami Hachiman, I’ve heard of the north, and what lies there. Another mess the Gods made. Perhaps they were justified, I couldn’t say. But it will be Akio…” she glanced at Hyacinth, who was smiling self-effacingly, unwilling to take too much credit. “…who cleans that up. Just like he’s helped us so much. After all, it was Akio who persuaded the President of America to void the Humanity Declaration. It was Akio who brought everyone together. Akio who saved Tsukiko, my dearest friend, from a fate even Tsukuyomi saw as impossible to avoid. Akio who… who won my heart.” She faltered for a moment, before boldly declaring to the watching world. “I know I said it before, but… I love Akio. We’ll be married. It’s not a life perhaps to be proud of, being one amongst many, but…” She gazed at Tsukuruyama sternly. “…I’m like Akio. I’m perhaps not as virtuous as I imagined. Our love is precious to me. More precious than duty. But…”

She took another deep breath. I heard Kaoruko whisper “You go, girl!” to her, and Yukiko struggled not to roll her eyes.

“Grandfather… I understand what you are trying to do here. You want to abdicate. Father too, yes?” At that, Yukiko’s parents seemed surprised, but she wasn’t done. “In this crisis, the young must lead. Prince Gorohito is another fine young man, and while his time is not now, in the near future, he will be shouldering the burden of this great country, and also of Amaterasu, the Sun.” she repeated verbatim words from the previous broadcast, which seemed so long ago now, despite being before Christmas.

“You are shrewd. Perhaps this was not the place for it, but… I am not alone in thinking such. Around the world, the old must make way for the adaptable young.” The Emperor agreed with her insistence, and I had a feeling that headlines were being written as they spoke. “Though the old can and should still offer much wisdom and guidance. Yet… the world is so strange now. I had hoped for a little more time to prepare, but…”

Gorohito was staring at me now, a sullen expression on his face, which only hardened, as Tsurugi scowled at him, her bluish-white hair seeming to bristle like the tail of an angry cat.

“It’s hardly Akio’s fault, or indeed any of ours, we’re making things happen. Trust me, grandfather…” Yukiko insisted. “…any country around the world would be more than happy to take us all in. And if you grow complacent, our advantage might just vanish. We don’t know what other stones might get tossed into the pond.” She glanced at Hachiman, her expression knowing.

“Anyway… Akio…” Yukiko strode over to me, grabbing my arm boldly, much to Kaoruko’s amusement. She raised her voice as she wasn’t speaking into the microphone now. “…my Favour, I could give it to my brother, you know. Since he’s of Amaterasu’s bloodline, he’d surely be able to accept it, if we… sorry, he, slip of the tongue… puts in the effort.”

I nodded slowly. Where is she going with this…? At least she’s being circumspect, for the watching audience. While the truth is out on Favours being taken and given to others thanks to Korea and Uchida Ren’s betrayal, the less we say about it publicly the better.

Oho, I get it. Shaeula was suddenly extremely excited. See, Eri, this is why we must secure wonderful females!

Oh, stop that. Besides, I’m the one who told you that it was inevitable. I don’t believe in prophecy, but I’m smart enough to recognise patterns…

As they bickered good-naturedly in my thoughts, I agreed. “I think you’re right, sure, but…”

“Then I can give it to my brother, right? You wouldn’t mind? After all, he’s my brother, and the next Emperor, sooner than we thought, it seems.”

Gasps around the room didn’t distract me, as I focussed all my attention on her. “Honestly… he’d have to put in some dedicated work, but yes, I believe you’re right.” I glanced at Hachiman, who was watching silently. “If your brother was willing to strive hard, and take on the weighty burdens you bear, he could. But it’s far from easy. You’ve had to endure a lot.” My words were tender, and then seemed to touch Yukiko’s heart, as her smile was radiant for a moment, before her expression became one of conviction.

“How about this then, brother?” Yukiko, still holding me tightly, turned back to her family. “You can have Ise, have my Favour. You’re no Priestess, but does that even matter now?” She glowered at Hachiman, a challenging gleam in her usually soft brown eyes. “If it’s the bloodline that does, then fine. Brother Gorohito, I’m sure Akio and the others will even train you, so you can fight. Perhaps if you distinguish yourself, you could even surpass Akio.”

Yeah, she’s baiting a trap. Eri could see it.

“Of course… I daresay the lethal dangers I face would become yours. You’d have to negotiate and triumph over these like our Maker of Mountains here, Tarōbō of Mount Atago, strong-willed and unpredictable Chosen. Face down Nurarihyon of the Hyakki Yagyō. Win the nobility and the faith to your cause, triumph with international diplomacy. I’d love to help, of course, but then, I’d just be your weak, pitiful sister again. Shy and helpless.”

Yuki’s laying it on thick. I love it! My sis was inwardly cheering. Did you expect any of this to happen, bro?

No way. I did think we’d be able to galvanise Japan to support us seeing the fruits of the Pilgrimage, and show our enemies abroad how united we are, how attacking us would be like kicking a steel plate, but…

“Fortunately, you can marry me off to Akio as planned. That takes care of me and makes you his brother-in-law. Something he takes seriously. You’d want for nothing…”

“Even the Regalia… you’d return…” Gorohito began, taking the bait, and the Emperor winced. Yukiko’s gaze in reply was as cold as Sekka’s ice.

“They are not ours to give, despite what the Gods might say. We lost the right when we broke them, denied them the Sun. and even if we hadn’t done that… Tsukumogami are as alive as you or I, brother. But I’m not selfish. Tsurugi, do you want…”

“No. Never!” she cried.

With a gentle smile, Yukiko asked the other two. “Yata? Magatama?”

“I fear I also must decline.” Yata shook her head, expression rather mysterious. “The wisdom I reflect bids me remain here.”

“I too fear I shall refuse.” Magatama stepped backwards reflexively. “I have a debt of gratitude, and I would remain with my sisters…”

“Sorry, brother.” Yukiko shrugged. “Of course, maybe they’ll change their minds in time, but… it’s like our giant priest here says…” she tightened her grip on my arm. “…you have to learn detachment, to accept that things don’t belong to you. They belong to themselves. The same applies to you, noble Kami Hachiman. Just because the Gods made us, and this land, doesn’t mean we’re their puppets. If I gave birth…”

Her grip on me tightened further. “…our child wouldn’t be compelled to do everything we say, just because we gave it life. Tsurugi, Magatama, Yata… they can choose the lives they wish. Perhaps in time they’ll wish to aid you, brother… but if they don’t… that’s their choice. I can choose too. There must always be a Priestess in Ise… well, it’s the modern world, gender-specific jobs are a thing of the past.” She eyed her family then, and her cousin Kaoruko seemed both amused and impressed at her resolve. “Let brother Gorohito do it, if he wishes to stand on Akio’s stage. After all, isn’t that what an Emperor should do?”

Realising he’d lost control of the situation a bit, the Emperor raised a hand, but Gorohito, brown eyes narrowed, asked a foolish question. “You’d really give it up to me?”

“So long as you don’t interfere in my life after that. Perhaps I’d have to renounce my Imperial Lineage, but… you don’t like me just because I’m a Princess, or because I have power, do you Akio?” she asked me, and I patted her head tenderly.

“Of course not. You’re Yukiko to me. Or even…” I lowered my voice, whispering. “Kiko.” As she flushed a deep crimson, I raised my voice again. “We can do this if you want…”

“Then…” Gorohito paused, suddenly uncertain, as the Emperor interrupted hurriedly.

“Remain calm, everyone. You two especially. Hasty decisions are fraught with bitter consequences. Trust an old man when he says so.”

“Yes.” Yukiko’s father, Prince Ayahito, agreed. “I am sure I don’t know why you are so stubborn. This is hardly the forum for such a tantrum. You bring the family, Japan, shame in front of the watching world.”

“Tantrum?” Yukiko’s voice was cold. “Is that what you think this is? Do you think me a fool, father? I know why grandfather has chosen now to do this. It is because, as Akio says, this is a true triumph, one that the public will only understand in days to come. Reflected glory. In that case… I can give up what the Gods have gifted me. So long as I’m loved, and I have everyone’s support, I don’t need it. But trust me when I say this… the future of Japan doesn’t depend on our family, on the Emperor, or even on Amaterasu and the Sun. It depends on those willing to lead, not because it’s their birthright, or their destiny, not because it brings glory, or honour, or fulfils them. But because they want to protect. I agree with Akio…” she addressed Tsukuruyama, as the press watched on, delighted by the unexpected windfall of Yukiko’s outburst. “…without desire, our strengths are meaningless. It’s all very well to fight for the abstract ‘good’, but… we fight for those we love, those we care about, those we want to protect. And honestly, I now want to protect Japan. The Japan we see now. The Japan we see here.”

Her gaze took in the gathered Pilgrims. “If the Emperor is the ruler and protector of Japan, then surely he must fight for it. Risk his life for it.”

“Princess Mikasa…” her father’s voice was stern. “…you forget yourself. Besides, the Emperor has generals, armies, for this very reason. Just as we have bureaucrats who run the government, police who protect the citizens… the Emperor is…”

“Wait.” The Emperor raised his hand, cutting his son off. “I understand what she means. Though her tone was rather scathing. Why do you object so, granddaughter? Surely you do not seek to become Empress? To become the ninth?”

“Me?” Yukiko shook her head. “I’m not so foolish, my Emperor.” She was formal now too.

“Oh? And I suppose you’ve not been hearing all the rebellious talk of you being a better fit for it than me. Or worse… your fiancé.” Her brother’s scowl was bitter. “Even now you’re making me look bad.”

“You’re making yourself look plenty bad if you ask me, cousin.” Kaoruko insisted, waving one hand. “Don’t you think so?”

She asked her brother, Prince Hodahito, who fiddled with his glasses for a moment, before he spoke with a sigh. “I would rather stay out of this. I was never going to be Emperor anyway. But it is true. You are trying to apply old ways to a situation that is anything but what we are used to. But I think what… uh, what do I call you?” Hodahito seemed a little confused by the Yōkai around us, and Tsukuruyama let out a long, booming laugh as his eyes rotated eerily.

“Amitabha, Amitabha, young man of wisdom. You may call me the Maker of Mountains.”

“Maker…-sama… then.” Hodahito paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “You said we talk too much and listen too little, yes? Perhaps… perhaps we should let the Emperor finish? Noble Kami Hachiman, who stands before us as Emperor Ōjin, our distant and glorious ancestor, do you not think so?”

“Indeed.” He grounded his staff again, before drawing the sword from his waist, the sound of steel ringing out. “Let the representative of Amaterasu and the Gods on this Earth speak his proclamation uninterrupted.”

Yukiko nodded, snuggling into my arms, while her brother fell silent, face flashing alternatively red and white. Though if I’m being honest, I do feel a little sorry for him. Being Emperor, even with the limited powers of the current Japanese political system, was such a huge thing he was always being groomed for. But now… it’s rather overshadowed, he’s rather overshadowed, by his sister and her feats…

Bullshit, bro. Don’t be charitable. If I was doing great things which overshadowed your achievements, you’d be proud of me, wouldn’t you? Not jealous…

I suppose I can’t argue with that. But you’re doing well enough, sis…

Stop, you’re making me blush!

“Very well then. It is as my granddaughter, Priestess of Ise, and Princess Mikasa, she who bears Amaterasu’s blessing on our family, suggests. I had planned to abdicate next year, and… I dare say I am not alone in that. We are the old order, while the young and the gifted must face this new world.” the Emperor began, and while his expression was a little rueful, his eyes held a certain measure of kindness. “My son, Prince Ayahito, also agreed that he was not the Emperor we need in these trying times.”

He nodded. “It is true. I had been groomed for this position since birth. But… who could have foreseen any of this? This is not the sort of age I can be Emperor in and still contribute. Do not mistake me…” he let out a slight sigh. “…just as grandfather steered us through the war, at least until our defeat, I do not believe that the Emperor should be deeply involved, but…”

“I fear such is a luxury.” The Emperor agreed with his son. “…because it seems that rulers now… are one with the land, and the people. Just as in your time, noble Kami Hachiman.”

“Yes. Without a strong Territory, all is vulnerable.” The Kami pointed his sword downwards to illustrate his point. “We have seen the changes throughout this isle, brought about by…” his gaze fell on me, and I shrugged, while Yukiko stared back, her brown eyes challenging. “…the Priestess of Ise, and her consort.”

“Yes. As the Emperor we have a responsibility to be the mediator for, and voice of, Amaterasu. Though we cannot do this without the aid of the faith, much as we cannot make Japan prosperous without the nobility. To see that all agree to be here, to follow… it is surprising to me.” the emperor conceded. “Especially those of you from my generation.”

At his acknowledgement, Shige-san managed a dry laugh. “Indeed, I very much understand the burden you bear as Emperor. We too have felt it keenly. If we wished the nobility to survive, we would have to hold the reins of someone with the strength to be our shield and our sword. But Akio-san is not a horse, but a tiger, and we all know, when one rides a tiger, it is impossible to simply wish to dismount. Fortunately…”

Beside him, uncle Kira smirked knowingly, while Hinata’s grandfathers, both of them had very different reactions, Itsuki-san frowning, Kenji-san amused. “…the tiger we chose is rather good-natured, and if he needs distracting… my granddaughter has indeed shocked me with her boldness.” Miyu reddened, but made no move to deny anything, and I had the feeling there would be articles on her appearing all around the world soon. Not that they’ll get much information on her…

“We old men know what must be given up, to gain what truly matters.” he added. “I had plans for Fujiwara house and its own heir, plans which are as dust. But in this world, we adapt, or we die. My advice is heeded, but… those who have the ability must steer the course for us, lest all we have tried to protect crumble. Even if that rather hurts our pride.”

“Pride is important, without pride there is no greatness.” uncle Kira chuckled. “But misplaced pride leads to ruin. And there is no glory in failure. No matter how honourable our lineage.”

“Exactly.” the Emperor agreed, well satisfied. “Thus we have had to make difficult choices. Historically, many Emperors abdicated, though in the Meiji Restoration, the Imperial House Law was passed, limiting this, making Emperors serve unto death. And also ensuring there will not be a ninth Empress.” He seemed a little saddened by that. “The relevant articles are thus… Article one. The Imperial Throne shall be succeeded by a male offspring in the male line belonging to the Imperial Lineage. Article Three. In case the Imperial Heir is afflicted with an incurable and serious disease, mentally or physically, or there is a serious hindrance to his ability to perform his duties, the order of succession may be changed by decision of the Imperial House Council and in accordance with the order stipulated in the preceding Article. Article Four. Upon the demise of the Emperor, the Imperial Heir shall immediately ascend to the Throne” He took a deep breath, before continuing.

A great many words to say nothing of value. But it is the same in the Court… Shaeula grumbled in my mind. Hyacinth, oddly enough, disagreed.

You are wrong, mistress Shaeula. The laws of the Court are precious. If you had experienced such a place with no laws but the strong may do as they wish to the weak, you would understand…

Oh, my apologies, Hyacinth. Yes, I am merely frustrated at the political infighting within the Court, and the inaction of the Queen. I suppose matters are improving with our influence, are they not…?

“Article Nine. The Emperor and the members of the Imperial Family may not adopt children. Article Ten. The institution of the Empress and the marriage of any male member of the Imperial Family shall be passed by the Imperial House Council.” he paused again. “Article Twelve. In case a female of the Imperial Family marries a person other than the Emperor or the members of the Imperial Family, she shall lose the status of an Imperial Family member.”

“But you don’t need me to be a Princess, do you?” Yukiko breathed, and I nodded, answering back in an equally quiet voice.

“No. But honestly, Princess of Heaven is a worthier title. Because you’ve earned that, not simply been born with it.”

“Not yet, I haven’t. You know, giving up Amaterasu’s Sun might make me feel better. I’d… keep fighting. Because I’ve seen true power isn’t what we are given, but what we earn, what we strive for.” She snuggled closer. “I envy Eleanor a little. Her marriage won’t be as complicated as mine.”

“Oh, I think it will have other complications.” I promised, hugging her close, and I was amused to see that a few of the camera crews were filming us, rather than the Emperor. Get your priorities straight, guys!

“There are some other salient points, but… I will not bore you. As you can see, the Imperial lineage must always and has remained pure until this very day. Our blood is the same blood that flows in your veins, noble Emperor Ōjin, fifteenth Emperor. And from Amaterasu before you. It may seem harsh, but… it was our duty and our pride. And…” he smiled at Yukiko. “…it has led to the true Priestess of Ise. Of whom we are all very proud.”

All, huh? At least Kaoruko and Hodahito seemed to feel that way, and Yukiko’s parents. Gorohito… well, he was frowning, but I could tell he didn’t hate his sister, he was just feeling threatened and jealous, probably.

Again, such a small man. My sis cut him dead in her thoughts. Makes me grateful I’ve got you, bro. Akio. I’ll have to be extra nice to Yuki from now on. Sure, Hiroto-kun might be a bit annoying, but at least he’s proud of Hinata, and also proud of you. She should go easier on him…

I think she’s already going to lessen his punishment, as long as he shapes up. Though she still thinks he needs a good woman or two to keep him in line…

“Thank you, grandfather.” Yukiko bowed, still held in my arms, an image I expected would make headlines. “But I wasn’t lying. I’d give up this gift... one I once thought a curse. Besides, I never really thought of it, I should have, but marriage seemed a distant dream for me. Looks like Princess Takahime will have to be the Priestess of Ise after the wedding. Unless the need for a Priestess of Ise has passed?” she asked Hachiman.

“You are the true Priestess now. And your blood is pure.” Hachiman conceded, and Kaoruko put a hand to her chest in relief, her gaze saying she was not ready to take on that sort of responsibility.

“Even so, if you wish to keep this power in our family…” she continued, and I decided enough was enough.

“I’m not enjoying this. Yukiko’s hurting, though she smiles to not show it. Get to the point. Also, don’t think it’s Amaterasu’s power which makes her worthy. If anything, I’d say Amaterasu needs to be worthy of Yukiko. Just as Tsukuyomi had to be for Tsukiko.” I conceded that in the end, despite everything, Tsukuyomi did care for her, even if the ways of the Gods were rather… abstract.

In Wisdom World, the Valkyries agreed. Hachiman seemed a bit scandalised, but then his gaze went to the stained-glass ceiling to the Tengokusentou shrine, and he seemed to understand.

“I’m not interested in whose family I marry into. Honestly, there are four imperial treasures, if you ask me.” I patted Tsurugi’s head with my free hand. “Tsurugi, Magatama, Yata, and Yukiko. Looks like I have the clean sweep. As for Mount Fuji, Mount Atago, Tokyo… the rest of Japan… we’ll protect it. Because nobody else can. Being Emperor might be important, but will your words stop what’s coming? It couldn’t in Kyoto…”

“Harsh.” The Emperor grimaced, before agreeing. “But also fair. And do not mistake me. I dearly love Princess Mikasa, as I love my grandson, Prince Gorohito, and also my other children and grandchildren. I have no wish to hurt any of them. But… sometimes attachment causes pain, and for one to gain, another must lose.”

Tsukuruyama agreed, nodding profoundly.

“This shrine is very well done. And what it stands for is magnificent. I am envious.” the Emperor continued. “I have been to the Tengokusentou, the original building, before, of course. While we do not interfere with the nobility, and their customs, we do still have close ties. Likewise… I have had dealings with the faith.” He them beckoned to Tsukiko, which puzzled both Yukiko and I.

“Come forward, noble Lady Diviner. Or should I call you Matsumuro-san now?”

“Tsukiko is fine, grandfather of my dearest friend.” She strode forward, crimson eyes bright. “I see you remember my words. I had no idea why I had to give them, yet…”

“Indeed. Seeing you without your veil, you are a lovely young woman.”

“Not so young.” Tsukiko laughed. “I have Tsukuyomi to thank for my youthful vigour. And Akio, I suppose. I still am a little shy, but… there are no shortage of beautiful women here, so I feel it diminishes my presence in comparison. Such is calming for me.”

“I hardly think so. Not that I would disparage any.” the Emperor demurred. “But yes, I remember. Oh, and this is not merely an old man reminiscing.” He let out a tired chuckle. “There is one exception to the above laws. Two years ago, legislation was passed as a one-off modification to the Imperial House Law. I am old, and tired, and had planned to abdicate. Earlier this year, in fact. But you came to me and bade me wait. For a sign, you said.”

“I did. I dreamed of it. Moonlight on the water. A sixteen-petalled chrysanthemum of fire, and the Sun offering to extinguish its flames. Then the Throne cracked, but within the moon lay a reflection, reversed, yet…”

“Indeed. I remember. Your description was… vivid.” the Emperor agreed. “As a friend and mentor to my granddaughter, I trusted your words, urged by the faith. That delay was needed, until the right moment. I feel… this is the moment of which you spoke. It seems almost… mundane… does it not?”

“The words of the Gods often are. Meaning is often ascribed after the fact. Besides, you were unaware of Yukiko’s bravery before this day, yet you still decided…”

The Emperor winced. “True. I felt it was time. Matters are moving far too quickly… we need security. Hence… our decision…” he nodded at his son. “…to allow Gorohito to take the Chrysanthemum Throne. But…” his expression was unreadable. “…I fear the crack you speak of. And…”

“…you still are our beloved daughter, who has done well.” Prince Ayahito added, Princess Masuko, Yukiko’s mother, smiling warmly, though she also seemed sad. “It sits ill with us to simply see your marriage happen…”

“I’m not calling it off.” Yukiko insisted. “Don’t even think about it, mother, father. It’s very rude to take back a treasure from someone that has earned it.” She smiled as she reused my metaphor. “I… we… want to protect Japan. But it’s not easy. Hence this. The Pilgrimage showed me many things, but it taught me more, and one lesson stands out. Selfishness benefits nobody. We have to unite behind the right person. I’m… I’m fortunate that the one to unite behind also loves me, and I him. Even so, if it was someone else, I probably wouldn’t be marrying him, but so long as he was supportive, I’d do my duty. I suppose I’m stronger than I imagined I was.”

Grandmaster Daimon smiled at her as if he was a proud parent, which in a way he was, as it was he and his Onmyōji, and Tsukiko, who kept Yukiko from breaking under the pressure, before I came along. For which I’m endlessly grateful.

“Have no fear. We declared it before the world, your engagement, and it would cause… other… allies to be dismayed.” the Emperor promised. “Again, we are… straying from the subject.”

Oh my… Haru’s thoughts were shared to us. I can’t say I anticipated this. I suppose he didn’t entirely, either, though he’d made some plans to accommodate your marriage and alliance. Best brace yourselves…

“I apologise about taking up so much valuable time. Old Elizabeth will be furious if I make you late. She has a wicked temper when others mess with her schemes…” he coughed, steeling himself. “Now, another history lesson, the last, I assure you.” Nobody laughed, as we could all feel the tension in the air. “In the Heian period…”

At those words, Gorohito twitched, his face becoming a blank mask, and I suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. It wasn’t Foresight, just… how did you put it, Eri? Pattern recognition?

Yes. What has happened once could be random. Twice a coincidence. Three times… a pattern. Four times… is inevitability.

“…Insei was the system of a retired Emperor still having great influence and power, while the new Emperor handled ceremonial duties and was held to be the face of Japan. Now, do not be so sour, my grandson. I have no wish to be the power behind the Chrysanthemum Throne. I am old and tired, I said, and even Chirurgery, and a fresh bloom of health, would not stay my ennui. And I am too confused, even with such excellent reports from Yin-Yang Grandmaster Daimon, my granddaughter and others, to be of significant use. No, I merely wish to see Japan weather this storm, and also see my great-grandchildren born healthy, my grandsons and granddaughters married happily.”

“I too will graciously step aside.” Prince Ayahito agreed. “This is… not a world in which I have any capacity to influence. I too just wish my children an easier time, bearing this great burden.”

“Then…” Gorohito paused, eyes darting to us, as the Emperor spoke.

“Just as Amaterasu rules over Takamagahara, the High Plain Of Heaven, and her light also touches all of Japan, this Earthly land… so too is Japan now not merely one world. Here we have Yōkai, spiritual beings, and we have seen the other side. A tree, which perhaps one day might surpass Tokyo Tower in height, strange, otherworldly lands, Tokyo itself expanding and growing… it is as if Heaven has blessed the Earth with its touch. So it would not be untoward to… consider thus, that there are two Japans.”

I… see where this is going. I wasn’t the only one, as Yukiko stiffened in my embrace.

“My grandson, Prince Gorohito, I entrust you with this great country, and the lives of the citizens within it. Once… matters settle a little, and there is more time… you shall be crowned Tenno HeikaChikyū, His Majesty the Emperor Gorohito Who Rules The Earth. And…” he looked at us then. “Princess Mikasa, you shall have a second, mirrored Chrysanthemum Throne. You will have no responsibility for the rulership of Japan of the… Material, I suppose I would call it, but… those who are Yōkai, or other creatures, the liaison with the Gods and Kami, such as noble Kami Hachiman, and all the lands where the spiritual meets the world we know, you shall have dominion. Josei Tennō Tengoku, Heavenly Empress Mikasa. Just as Amaterasu’s Sun and Tsukuyomi’s Moon light our world, and they rule together, so too shall you siblings. I am not insisting you get married, though.”

“I should think not. I will return Amaterasu’s Favour then and elope with Akio.” Yukiko retorted acerbically. “It takes a special sort of sister to be enamoured with her brother. And a brother worthy of it.” She then paused, as the reality of everything hit her. The stilled silence of the room exploded into noise, the press present realising they had a major scoop.

I’d say the biggest story of the year, but… this year such an announcement, while major, barely makes top ten I’d imagine…

No kidding bro. I’m going to have words with Yuki later, she was totally dissing me there, I know it!

Playful banter, I’m sure… besides, If I was Gorohito…

Yeah, no way. Brother, or acquaintance, if he was my only choice then I think I’d throw myself at Eri.

You think I’d have you?

Wow, so harsh… anyway… he’s… taking it quite well?

“If I may interrupt…” Indeed, Gorohito’s face was expressionless. “…this is impossible. Even the amendment to Imperial House Law only allowed for abdication. Articles one, two, four, twelve and fifteen would be completely invalidated. Besides, by article twenty-nine, any changes would have to be passed by the Imperial House Council!”

“Oh, you.” Kaoruko sighed. “It’s a fair question but think about it. My father and yours are both on the council, and Prince Ayahito is clearly in favour…”

“We… made promises to another party that we would find a way to keep our daughter in the Imperial Family, so we would need an amendment anyway, and had made adjustments. International diplomacy trumps tradition, and even so… this system was only instituted in eighteen eighty-nine and revised in nineteen forty-seven. Compared to the venerable Kami standing here before us, and the role of Priestess of Ise…”  Prince Ayahito shook his head. “…laws and customs can be changed, so long as we understand why. Your cousin, Princess Takamine, has it right, my son.”

“Yeah. The Prime Minister owes Akio, doesn’t he?” Kaoruko continued. “No way he’d vote against. Nor would the representatives of the houses of the Diet. As for the judges… it’s unprecedented, but not unconstitutional. I’m all for it too. I don’t want to be the Priestess of Ise!”

“Sister…” Hodahito sighed. “…enough with your jokes.”

“I’m hardly joking.” She shook her head, before smiling at Tsurugi. “You think so too, don’t you? We’re, other than Princess Mikasa, not capable of handling this mess properly. I think grandfather is wise.”

Tsurugi puffed out her cheeks. “You’re not so bad. But you still can’t touch me!”

“Oh? Not even for a hug? A shame, you’re very cute, little sword.”

As Tsurugi shook her head, though more hesitantly now at her words of praise, Arisu-san was hastily restoring order amidst the ranks of the press. The Emperor then added further clarification.

“Indeed. The Prime Minister has acquiesced to any reasonable changes, as have the others on the Council. As for the precise demarcation of your shared duties, we will take counsel and guide you both. Of course, we will also seek wise advice from those in the know. Such as you, Akio. He who will be husband to the Empress of Heaven. We do not have a specific role for such a thing. After all, Empresses should remain celibate or marry within the family. But… I could not do that to my precious granddaughter. Nor would the old battleaxe let me off the hook for such. I am too old to have her make my life miserable with her complaints and spite.”

Wow. I think mom has fainted. She can’t take the excitement…

My sis was almost right. Mom had swooned, certainly, but from her moist eyes and beaming smile, she was utterly loving this.

“Oh, but I fear I am in trouble anyway. This… will certainly overshadow some of her schemes.” the Emperor grumbled. “I suppose I shall have to put up with her grumbling and enjoy my retirement as best I can.”

“Hey.” Gorohito suddenly spoke up. His tone was calm, his expression almost jovial. “Princess Mikasa, no, sister Yukiko…” There were some small expressions of surprise and distaste about him calling her personal name in such a public area, in front of the world’s press, no less, but Yukiko seemed unbothered, merely waiting for his response. Tsurugi hissed at him, but I calmed her down my using my free hand to pat her head.

“Yes, brother? Oh, my apologies. Emperor-elect. Congratulations. It came sooner than you anticipated, but… you will have the Chrysanthemum Throne. Be warned though, it’s a heavy burden, power. And responsibility weighs more than a mountain.”

“But it seems you are prepared to shoulder the same. Honestly, I don’t like it. Oh… forgive me. Of course I am happy you are not forced to leave the family, Yukiko. Even if this is unprecedented. But… as your older brother, I would very much hope you understand, I don’t want this for you. That mountain is heavy, you say? Why not let me carry it? You offered Amaterasu’s blessing. I don’t want to steal it from you, but… you, an Empress? Even if it is shared with me, do you think you can do it? You… are not the bravest woman, Yukiko. Nor the smartest. You never wanted any of this. I remember your tears, back in the summer. Our hearts ached for you then, Yukiko.” He looked at his cousins, who did nod, but Hodahito spoke up.

“I think it harsh to call her unintelligent. If anything, your judgement in saying such here is what I question. Listen more, speak less, remember?”

“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t mean it that way. After all, Yukiko, you were doing fine at university. I meant you don’t have the cleverness, the drive, to lead. Especially now.” He then turned his attention to me. “You love my sister, you say? You have a strange way of showing it. As an older brother, I thought you’d understand. Would you want your sister to be involved in such a mess, or would you rather keep her safe and happy, far from danger, without the burdens such a role brings? Surely Yukiko, your… other… fiancées too…”

“You know…” I interrupted. “…It’s not like I don’t see where you are coming from, brother-in-law.” I wasn’t going to call him Emperor-elect. I didn’t need my Eyes or stats to see he was seething on the inside, but at least he was capable of calm, and not completely hopeless. Else I’d feel sorry for the rest of Yukiko’s family. Even so, he’s pissing me off…

“Of course as a brother, the happiness of my sister is an ever-pressing concern of mine. I’ve agonised over it a lot.” Though perhaps not quite in the way you’re thinking… “But the conclusion I came to, as a brother, and as a man, is this. My sister can make her own decisions. And she chose to fight alongside me, alongside her friends. Am I scared for her safety, do I fear for her? Of course. Just as I do for Yukiko, and everyone else, every time we set foot on the battlefield. You don’t think I want to keep them safe, far away from danger, wrapped up in cotton-wool, as my mom might say? But look around…” I gestured once more to the Tengokusentou shrine. “…this is everyone’s hard work. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, To love someone is to let them grow. Sure, I’ll always be there to help them, be it Yukiko, or my sister, or my friends, or even you, brother-in-law. But my greatest joy is to see them reach beyond their potential, to become the best selves they can be. Selves better than even they believed possible.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “Before you say it, if one of them took over my role, because they earned it, I wouldn’t be jealous. I’d be proud.” It’s true. Tan has conceded this world to me, rather than trying to be Astral Empress herself anymore, but… if I wasn’t able to make the cut, and she had the chance to finish what I’d started, I’d be overjoyed for her. I love and trust her enough to revel in her successes. That’s… what love is. I think that Tsukuruyama isn’t entirely wrong. Love springing from the achievements of others is certainly a pure emotion. But that alone… isn’t the Connection we seek. True love is giving and taking…

“Are you proud, brother-in-law?” I asked pointedly, and after a while, he nodded.

“Of course. My sister helped wake the Regalia, and… will protect my Japan.”

“Yes. I will.” she agreed, her brown eyes flickering with a knowing light.

“Wonderful.” The Emperor clapped his hands. “Would you not agree, noble Kami Hachiman?”

“I… was rather surprised by such, but…” his gaze fell on Tsukiko, who had indeed suggested my display with the petals earlier, and now I knew why. “…what matters is that the land and the traditions are respected, and the Gods venerated. This shrine has many… outsiders…”

“But many outsiders contributed to our victories.” Yukiko stood up to Hachiman, which impressed me. “Even the Sun I wield…” She let a single ray of it appear, the scorching heat vanishing before it struck Hachiman, just enough for him to feel the new, stronger power within. “…was strengthened by the help of others who you would consider not of Japan. Grandfather has chosen me, as he chose my brother…”

Yukiko slipped out of my grasp, though she held my hand that wasn’t occupied with Tsurugi. “…and I am both full of trepidation, but also thankful. Thankful I am worthy of his trust, and also… that I have Akio, and my friends beside me. This Pilgrimage…” Yukiko was addressing the world, as I did, now. “…is what we can achieve when we reach out our hands to one another. Yes, I love Japan. My family has been the heart of Japan since before there was a Boundary. But as my grandfather has said, Akio said, the great and the good of Japan are here today, and they recognise the need for change. Not of who we are, or our hearts, but… the best of Japan must reach out, and grasp the excellence of others. For we all live on this world called Earth. And Earth is not alone in this endless multiverse. So let’s not borrow trouble, all right?” she tittered cheerfully. “Now is the time for unity. Brother…”

She started walking towards Gorohito, pulling me along, Tsurugi also coming with us, though her face was bitter, as if she was sucking on a lemon. “…together we can make Japan greater, and the world better. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

She reached out her hand, and after a moment, he shook it. With a smile, she then released my hand, and we shook too. He looked at Tsurugi, and with a long sigh, he apologised.

“Forgive me. I… was thoughtless.”

“No. I don’t!” Tsurugi puffed out her cheeks, but Yata and Magatama came to us, Magatama grabbing the squirming Tsurugi and pressing her to her ample chest.

“It is… wisdom, this course of reconciliation.” Yata intoned, before casting her attention to Hachiman. “The process matters, but in the end, the result is what we shall be judged on.”

“It… seems so.” Hachiman agreed. He glanced around the room, eyes lingering on Mae, who was sneering at him coldly, and I detected a minute trembling of his hands as he raised staff and sword high. “Very well then. As Emperor Ōjin, I do declare this twinned rulership to be under the auspices of the Sun and the Moon. The blood we share, Divine blood, shall nurture the land!” He paused, adding one final thing. “Though the position of Empress of Heaven shall only be borne by those with Imperial Lineage. Understand?”

“Perfectly.” Yukiko snorted. “I daresay I shall be the first and last, though. I have no intention of growing old and dying before I see the future Akio wishes to give us with my own eyes.”

“In that case…” I checked my watch. “We’re behind schedule. So I’m afraid questions will have to wait. Besides, it might do you all good to take a little time to think about what’s happened here today.” I need to think about it too. Everyone was chattering in my mind, so with a smile, I pointed to the stairs. “Now, let’s all pay our respects. Nozomi-san, Arisa-san, if you’d lead the way?”

As the two kimono-clad sisters bowed, before beginning to ascend the steps, offering commentary on the situation, I smiled. Stepping onto the first of the glass floors, I saw them stand in front of the first shrine, where it all began, dedicated to Shirohebi, the artful snake statues of purest white marble and alabaster, wrapped with golden torcs similar to what Kana wore, a rather fetching sight. Beside me, Yukiko smiled, the others giving her some time at my side and in the spotlight, and with that, I let the girls speak.

“This… is Shirohebizumi shrine. The Pilgrimage began here, and the shrine is home to…”

Yes, I suppose you could argue that Chairoakitara shrine was the true beginning, but… for the Pilgrimage, this was indeed the genesis of it, both as Kana found me and Shaeula, and that led us to our interactions with those of the shrines and temples, and because this is our first stop. It’s also perhaps the true climax of it… as this year of utter chaos, we’ll see the end of there, and our new year, no doubt even more dangerous and rewarding than this one, will begin there. But this year, I won’t start it alone. Never again…

My grip tightened on Yukiko’s hand and she smiled at me. Then, from the other side, Kaoruko appeared, grabbing my arm. Inside my mind and the Wisdom World, it was noisy, cheerful chaos, and behind me, those invited to this unique event were also looking around with awe and wonder. As we moved on to Hisuikomushi’s shrine here, we admired it, a beautiful array of beetles covered in gold and jade, dug from Dwarven and Kobold Mines, also paying homage to Khepri, with the image of a golden sun, since he was the God which had blessed humble Kikuchi Shuta-san with his Favour.

“Well then. I know my cousin can be annoying, but…” Kaoruko whispered in my ear playfully. “…I wouldn’t want you to think all of Yukiko’s relatives are a pain. Now then… I want the gossip. Just looking at my dear cousin, she seems to have become much more a woman. So tell me, I’m curious… how does it feel, enjoying the Empress of Heaven?” She winked, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cousin!” Yukiko gasped, and deciding I needed to lower Yukiko’s tension, which was at an all-time high after the unexpected announcement of her grandfather’s and father’s far earlier abdication than planned, and her being thrust into a well-deserved, at least to my mind, position she wasn’t expecting, I added my own teasing.

“Hey, she was only the Princess of Heaven then, and I liked it just fine…”

As Yukiko stomped her feet on the glass below, face crimson, I exchanged a meaningful glance with her cousin. Don’t worry… I’ll always be by her side. It’s good that she has a family who worries for her. Now… it’s bigger than she imagines…

As Kaoruko continued to ask questions and tease us, we passed through the many shrines on the first floor, through Tokyo and beyond, I couldn’t help but glance up at the stained-glass ceiling of the Tengokusentou shrine, where the sun and the moon were entwined together, and winged women danced in the skies split between day and night which surrounded them. Yes, everything’s bigger than we ever imagined. I’d like to say it makes our worries seem small, but they are rather monumental too. But if a worry shared is a worry halved, through our Connections, our Bonds… then the worry must be shredded to rather small pieces indeed…