Three Hundred And Fourteen

Three Hundred And Fourteen

“Well, I shall depart.” Nebisuki grinned, watching as Blue was pulling angrily on one of Red’s horns, trying to drag him off as his endless round of challenges to Ulfuric was causing her much consternation. “I must say, this has been far more amusing than even I had hoped.” Her tails swirled happily. “Just remember, I am a woman who likes strong men. If you ever feel like an affair...” she grinned lasciviously, eyes gleaming.

“Just shoo!” Shiro flapped her hand at the kitsune. “Aki has better taste in women than you, I hope.” She said sourly. “Besides, when... when I’m all healed...” her voice was still trembling with emotion. “I’m hotter than you!”

“Are you sure? Your chest, it cannot compare...” she crossed her arms under her kimono, pushing out her simply vast cleavage.

“It’s not all about the size. Aki’s favourite Sekirei is pretty damn flat.” Shiro shrugged. “And Shaeula isn’t much different. He has a broad strike zone. Damn, never thought I’d say that about poor shy Aki.”

“While I am quite-quite secure in the knowledge Akio loves and desires my body, I must-must point out that I do indeed have breasts.” Shaeula rejoindered, and Shiro laughed.

“Hey, like I said, Aki’s into that, so don’t worry.” Shiro continued. “Besides, he’s always excited when he sees me, or Aimi in her low-cut tops. Size isn’t everything, shape and quality matter too! And I don’t lose to a slutty fox like you, I’m hardly petite when it comes to my chest!”

Well, isn’t this quite the awkward conversation? It isn’t as though Shiro and the others haven’t talked about this before. A few beers in Akihabara and we were always discussing the types of guy or girl we liked, often in embarrassing detail, and the girls could be embarrassingly frank, well, Aimi-chan and Shiro anyway, Hina-chan was always too shy. But when it’s this unfiltered and... well, real... Deciding to change the subject, I glanced over at where the two Oni were brawling, Blue looking particularly irritated, before turning back to Nebisuki. “So, a question? I know you enjoyed the alcohol, and I think it’s pretty fantastic, Asha is doing a great job, but why did you throw out so much treasure to purchase it?”

“Well, like most Yokai, I do rather enjoy it.” she licked at her sultry red lips. “But it was more to annoy Red, and lord it over him.” She smirked. “Besides, the treasures are mere baubles I wrested from other fools who bet against me. Rather than lose them back in the future, I would teach the unwise fools a lesson in proper gambling, by disposing of my winnings.”

“Do not pay her any mind-heed.” Urakaze sighed. “The fox has a terrible personality, she is tricky-flighty and savage-cruel. As for my part... here.” She produced some more shining Etherites, before handing them to her daughter, Shaeula taking them gratefully, with a small look of surprise on her face.

“These are...” Shaeula began, seeing the shine of blue and green.

“These are a gift-present.” Urakaze tilted her head, perhaps embarrassed. “As the sly fox says, I did win-plunder these from fools who went against my judgement. You seem to have great-much use for them. Consider it... an apology.”

Shaeula shook her head. “I do not-not need your apologies. I understand. Just as my father had his-his own circumstances and trials, so do you, mother. Besides, it all worked out in the end, did it not-not, and surely that is all that matters.” She paused for a second, before tucking away the Etherites. “I will-will be keeping these though, as you are correct, mother. We do have great need-need of these, so I thank you!”

In that case... I called over Haru-san and pressed one blue Etherite into her hands. “Keep this in case of an emergency. We don’t know precisely what’s going to happen, but using it you can throw up a number of Emplacements near-instantly. I’d feel better if you have a trump card.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to do any actual fighting.” She smiled, a trace of sadness on her features. “After all, I’m not much of a warrior. I’ll leave that to those who are suited for it. I’m just an administrator.”

“Which we need.” Moira had joined us as we were finishing up our business here in Kyoto for now. “It is always good to know your own strengths and weaknesses. The proper person in the proper place leads to success. Fools who overestimate their abilities lead to chaos and ruin.”

“Yes, if everyone does their best, we’ll be fine.” I looked at Tsukiko-san, who was with the Prince and Kudou-san, as well as Eri and Hinata. When did she get here? On seeing me having noticed her, Hinata hurried over, followed by Eri.

“Akio, so this is Kyoto?” Hinata grinned. “To travel so far in an instant, even here in the Boundary, it’s revolutionary. I hear you’ve opened up trade too? I got curious when I saw all the barrels going through the Ring Gate.”

“Yes.” I agreed, briefly explaining the details of our arrangement with the Oni and Nebisuki.

“I see. Yes, that sounds great. But it makes me wonder... is there no way you can make Buildings to strengthen and improve the orchard? The Night Parade is the most powerful group of Yokai in Japan, right? Wouldn’t they be as rich as the Seelie Court?”

Eri agreed. “It doesn’t make sense that they’d be poor. I’d rather Akio has all their Etherites and puts them to use!”

“I agree.” Hinata giggled. “You know, I think you might be unexpectedly suited to commerce after all, Eri. Oh, that reminds me, the reason I came wasn’t just to talk about this. Your sister called me earlier.”

Aiko? What did she want? Calling Hinata and not me, too?

“She’s planning to come over to Tokyo during the weekend, and hoped I could arrange her transportation. I said I’d have to ask you first though, but I can’t imagine you’d mind, being as it’s your sister?”

“Well, I don’t mind, but I don’t like to impose on you, Hinata.”

“Well, if I can’t spare some effort for my sister-in-law, I’m not that good a fiancée, am I?” she smiled happily. “Besides, it’s hardly much trouble, and if it’s only money, we can earn more. I’ll be lining up the next batch of rich and influential people for healing soon.”

“I guess she’s worried about you, Eri. To be honest, the timing isn’t so good, this weekend Shiro and I have to settle matters with our friends, and we have this whole potential disaster about to go down here in Kyoto... but...” I didn’t like turning down my sister, not when she was probably lonely without Eri.

“I’ll look after her while she’s here.” Eri promised.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow at that, and she had the grace to look embarrassed.

“Well, sure, I can’t walk, but it’s not like I’m totally useless.” She pouted.

“I don’t mind helping as well. Natsumi and Motoko would surely be happy to look after her too. After all...” Hinata smiled. “... we all want to score points with you, and the best way to do that is to be nice to your sister!”

“She has you there!” Eri giggled.

“Fine. I can’t say no to her anyway, I never have been able to. Not unless it involves danger anyway, and it won’t.” My sis may have the Divine Favour Yamato-san used to have, but she’s not ready for a war yet.

“I’ll make the arrangements then.” Hinata promised. “By the way, who are they?” After I explained who the Yokai were, Hinata showed great interest in Bintara. “So you say she’s an even better healer than you? So, do you think she could heal truly impossible injuries?”

“Enough. They will-shall be useful and obedient-loyal.” Urakaze declared, and the four quietened down. “Else my winds shall bite-tear them cruelly. No, I believe you or your husband could punish-chastise them yourselves, Shaeula. If you must, then do so. As for you...” she looked at the others. “We have much to speak-consult about. There is much I would know, of why you are here, rather than the chosen-selected I decreed!”

The newcomers laughed at the scared expressions of the Kamaitachi, though their faces held a trace of sympathy, perhaps having been harshly questioned themselves, to root out those who would work against Shaeula and Urakaze in the Night Parade.

“Well, why don’t we all have some refreshments, and then we can do the grand tour, and get our guests settled?” I said, clapping my hands for attention...

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“So how are you holding up?” I asked the twins, who had joined us on top of the Rhyming Tree, sipping at non-alcoholic cocktails.

“We are quite well, Akio-sama. Our remaining wounds are not worth considering.” Chiaki-san started, before Chiasa-san agreed. “Yes, we have recovered, only a few scars remain, Akio-sama.”

“Well then... we have the answer to that!” I grinned, and gestured to Bintara, who was also drinking, admiring the view. Seeing my attention, she sighed.

“Their wounds are indeed superficial. Your actions in healing them are terrible, but your ideas are sound. Perhaps in a hundred years I might consider you fit to touch an injured creature.” She gestured, and her aether once more poured out, into the twins. I used my Eye to observe, and gained several valuable insights.

“There. No scars will remain on your spirit or your flesh.” Bintara promised.

“Again, I appreciate it. We have a couple of others who could use the same. I know you are here for Shiro, but...” I implored, and she sighed, tossing her head, horns nearly striking a nearby troll, who nearly fell from the wooden log he was using as a chair.

“Bring them to me. I cannot abide unhealed wounds.” Bintara ordered, paying the troll no mind.

“So, she is the healer for Shiro?” Motoko asked. Unusually today she wasn’t wearing her training hakama, and neither was Natsumi, instead they were in rather showy kimonos, which puzzled me. On seeing my look, Motoko smiled gently. “Yes, today we were trying something new, with help from Chiaki-san and Chiasa-san. Though it did not go as planned.”

“Miyu-sama is here again today. She had to shepherd the numerous young ladies of the nobility, along with Mayumi-sama.” Natsumi said. “Don’t worry, I explained you were dealing with an urgent matter, so they understand.”

Yeah, they wanted me to start working Chirurgery on the various noble sons and daughters, didn’t they? Well, Shiro comes first, as does Tsukiko-san, so securing Kyoto and bringing Bintara back was far more important... “I see, well, if any are still here, I can rush through a few.”

“Perhaps you could do Sakura.” Hinata smiled impishly. “She’s not only the only granddaughter of Takatsukasa house, but she’s also my cousin, as you know.” Her smile was wicked. Yeah, you’re totally thinking about how painful it is going to be for her.

“Putting that aside, Miyu-sama was dancing at the Shrine again. It was a very inspiring sight.” Natsumi continued, Motoko nodding gracefully. “So we asked some of your weaselkin to tailor us some kimonos. It didn’t take too long, as apparently they’ve been working on clothing similar to Yukatas, thanks to Shaeula’s liking of them.”

“I am trained in classical Japanese dance as well, though I lack the skill of Miyu-sama.” Motoko declared.

“Yes, she didn’t want to take time away from her lessons in the Tsumura arts when she was younger.” Natsumi leaned in close to my ear, face red at the distance, and she whispered to me, though she made it loud enough so everyone could hear. “I have heard the stories from her grandfather about how she cried and complained, quite unlike her upright and dedicated attitude now.”

“Natsumi!” Motoko gasped, embarrassed, but Natsumi didn’t stop her teasing.

“Until Tsumura-sama pointed out that battle required grace, and that dance would help with that, she stubbornly refused.”

That is quite the story. It seems so unlike her, at first glance, as she is a model noble daughter, although... no, thinking on it, it’s exactly like her. Tsumura arts come first. “I see. Well, I’ve seen Miyu dance, but I’d love to see the two of you try it sometime.”

“Well, Hori house only sent me for lessons as we make many of the clothes for the noble daughters who dance.” Natsumi said shyly, pulling away from me, face still pink. “I am not as good as Motoko, to say nothing of how good Miyu-sama is. But I don’t mind dancing for you.”

“Nor do I!” Motoko declared, unwilling to be left out.

“So, you joined Motoko in her dance then? With the twins?” I asked.

“We were unable to dance.” Chiaki-san said.

“Yes, we were trying to link the noble daughters to our telepathy.” Chiasa-san agreed.

“But we failed. It was too hard.” Chiaki-san finished.

“I see. Well, Haru-san is busy, but maybe when she’s free, you can ask her to be the link. So, what were you trying to achieve?”

“Well, you seemed so very pleased with Miyu-sama’s ability.” Motoko said quietly, and Natsumi nodded her agreement. “We thought that if we helped her with her dance, we could perhaps learn it, or maybe strengthen it. The weaselkin musicians have been learning a score Miyu-sama gave them, and though the results are inconclusive, we believe that music strengthens it, if appropriate.”

“That’s a fascinating idea.” I said, leaning forwards, excited. “Though it’ll probably be very hard, if not impossible to learn her Dance Of The Returning Dawn, as it’s granted through her Divine Favour. But if more linked dancers could strengthen it...” as I considered that, something else came to mind. “Oh, and while I appreciate you have etiquette to follow... while you are with me, don’t call her Miyu-sama. She’s just Miyu, all right?”

Motoko looked troubled, but Natsumi shook her head. “I couldn’t. Hori house is nothing compared to Fujiwara... huh?” she seemed surprised as I placed my fingers to her lips, shushing her.

“Well, Hori house aside, Hori Natsumi is going to be my wife, and Miyu is my vassal, so there’s no need for such formality between you, is there?” At my smile she blushed and nodded, looking away, even her ears pink. “Well, now I’m curious. Just how did it feel, dancing along with her...”

As I bombarded them with questions, Hinata looked on fondly, Shiro too... Shaeula is showing her mother around, accompanied by Hyacinth. Ixitt is up to who-knows-what, and Grulgor is out along with Shaeraggo, bringing the last scraps of the ten kilometre radius under my control. So, what’s next...?