(Disclaimer: I don't own who you know...DMM and their respective artists do)
Summary: This is the same story as before. Only, with the fat trimmed off, so to speak. Same plot though: Our Saniwa MC discovers her powers and learns a lot about herself while taking care of danshi, even finding her soulmate in an unlikely place.
Also, there'll be some touches of yaoi(like before). Only thing that changes basically is that this will be more Kasen/Saniwa focused, with touches of Yamanbagiri/Saniwa and Izuminokami/Saniwa along the way.
Prologue*
*Ten years ago*
"One day, you will wield this sword on behalf of our clan."
The priest had been lecturing about history to an audience of one uninterested ten year old girl. She was more interested at staring at the tourists with their loud clothing, especially the college students who had come to teach students like her English teacher, who liked talking about anime and manga and gave out candy as prizes for getting answers right.
"Aoi-chan, are you listening?"
"I'm listening, Daddy!" She turned and smiled sweetly.
"No you're not." Yasuada Yamamoto sighed, "you're spacing out."
"I swear I wasn't! You were talking about..." His daughter was a cute child; she had a friendly, round face with deep brown eyes. She was destined to grown up into a beauty, like her mother, who abandoned everything for a trip to America, was. At least, that's what Yasuada had hoped for his only child. The girl looked at the sword, clothed in purple and gold. "Daddy, what is that?"
"See this?" Yasuada showed it off. "This belongs to this temple. You know how you can bring things to life sometime?"
"Hai!"
"There's a spirit that lives in this sword". He lifted the cloth and showed her, "one day, when you're older, this will belong to you."
Ali looked at the sword curiously. "So, someone lives there?"
"That's right."
"Like...a demon?" Aoi loved yokai stories.
"Well...if it is a demon, then it's a friendly demon, I'm sure." The truth was, Yasuada didn't know what kind of sword it was either. Other than that their elder, Himiko, had gave it to him to hold on for Aoi.
"Awww...I want it to be a weird yokai!"
"Why do you like weird things, Aoi?"
"Leave her alone". A woman, fiftyish and wearing jeans, walked over as the little girl ran to greet her happily. "She's ten. She doesn't get it yet."
"Oba-saaan!" This was Aoi's grandmother and the person Aoi was named after. The older Aoi hugged her back.
"Aoi", Yasuada put the sword back. "Why don't you show Oba-san your new bow that Himiko-ba got you?"
"Okay! I'll show you the award I got for calligraphy too!" And the child ran away. The elder Aoi faced her son. "During the summer we'll start her training. In the meantime, make sure she doesn't bring anything else alive that shouldn't be."
"I make sure she doesn't.." Yasuada looked at his house, "though sometimes I can't always keep an eye on her and the next thing I know some statue is walking around."
"Which is why we're training her powers for this purpose...so she can use her power for good."
"Oba-saaan!" Aoi was excited as she waved her bow. "Come look!"
"In a second, dear." The elder Aoi faced her son. "She's not going for another decade...not until she's an adult. In the meantime, we'll teach her all she needs to know. Just don't let her touch that sword."
"What's with that thing anyway?"
"It's been in our family for generations." The elder Aoi explained. "You remember years ago..."
"I remember thinking how...loud that purple is."
"Don't insult the spirit." She smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "I don't even know what it is exactly..."
"So" now her son was curious as he stared, "Wait, could there REALLY be a demon in that thing? I don't like my daughter summoning demons!"
"She'll be fine, Yasuada. You underestimate the power of Yamamoto women!" The old woman struck out her chest proudly, "It's rumored that sword is dated back sometime to the Sengoku era. So, maybe it's some warlord?"
Yasuada groaned. "Even worse than a demon. Some scary daimyo could kill her just for shits and giggles..."
