Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the mimic, and Moegi the japanese beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.

A/N: Getting closer... It's something like... err... Kogasa, what's the year...?

K/N: It's, uhh... ...Ran, what year is it?

R/N: ...It would be 5XX AD, Master. Do at the very least try and remember these things.

K/N: Aha... Oops... Sorry, Ran... I have so much on my mind that such things slip from it!

R/N: I shall take your word for that, Master.

A/N: What's the matter? Is it so hard to keep time in mind?

K/N: W-well, uhh... ...Wait, who are you to say such a thing?! You rarely remember the day of the week, forget what year it is for half of the year, and would easily forget your head if you were able to!

A/N: ...Are you stalking me?

K/N: Please! You talk to yourself enough that I don't have to if I want to learn things about you.

A/N: ...Wait, why in the heck would I ever talk to myself about all that...?

K/N: Heck if I know...

It feels so very peaceful when I clear the grounds. It's quite relaxing, isn't it? Just sweep.

Sweep.

Sweep.

And eventually all of your troubles are gone. I let out a bit of a yawn as I continued to sweep, and stopped momentarily to hold a hand over my gaping maw. By the time I was done sweeping, I was thoroughly relaxed, and felt as if I could fall asleep on my feet. With that in mind, I placed my broom in the usual spot against the shrine, and fell into a gap.

When I arrived on the other side, landing on my squishy little bed, which sloshed about as I landed on it, I simply let myself relax a few moment, enjoying the gentle rocking. After a those few moments were up, and all was still, and I fell asleep. Lazy summer days are so relaxing...

When I finally awoke, I let out quite the yawn, lazily reached for my diary, and opened to where the bookmark had been left, placing said mark on the nightstand beside me. With my book in hand, I began to read.

Well, seems Jack gets what I'm capable of, and that I would know people who would be interested in the party. I never took him as one for calligraphy, but with how fancy these invitations are there's no way he's anything short of a master at it. Maybe I'll get him to teach me some time. Could be a nice way to kill some time, and further improve my writing, if only in the how of my writing. All those pretty little swirls of his were enough to drive one to the ground!

Oddly enough, he made every last invitation in a different style of fancy. Some were more rigid looking than others, but they all looked so very fancy. I wonder if one is able to easily do that? With how quickly he churns the invitations out, I'm sure it wouldn't be particularly hard to do as such when one is sufficiently skilled in the art. I mean, yes, my writing is a tad fancy as it is, but in comparison to his, my writing is plain as can be! His is exciting, and invokes wonder, where as mine is so stale by this point, and uniform. I always do things the same way, never changing from that way. It would do me well to change.

I chuckled a bit at the next few pages that I used to speak on the various things I learned about the art of calligraphy, and continued on to when the party was being held, while the writing grew to be a tad more fancy already. Or, to be more exact, the point where I had written about the party after it was over.

I feel like a child with a new toy with how my writing constantly has been growing different due to various errors, and other changes. Jack's right, it really is best to practice through using it. As for the party, Jack was... surprisingly unsurprised by my surprise of who and what it was that would be visiting. I feel oddly offended by this, somehow. It feels strange to have my surprises not be work once more. It has been... a very long time since I last tried to surprise someone. Brings me back to my youth a bit... Anyways, it would seem that Jack as made friends with seemingly every youkai he spoke with at the party. Where as I failed to surprise him, I was in turn surprised with just how easily he made friends. Of course, I wasn't surprised by his lack of ability to understand their language, so I simply gave him access to the border of translation. I'll have to teach him other languages some time as payment for teaching me how to use calligraphy better than Sanae taught me. Of course, she merely taught me to read and write, so it wasn't as if she was trying to teach me how to write in such a pretty way.

That man has a silver tongue, somewhat ironically. I don't see how he wasn't able to simply talk the king out of beheading him. He could probably talk a nun into bed! I say this, because many of the youkai, and even an oni, stayed behind to help clean up after themselves. Of course, the oni wasn't one of note. Getting either of the deva to help is like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole- it will take far more force than it's worth.

During the party, I also learned of a strange location where people, youkai and human alike, keep on dying in Japan. I asked for directions from Tenma, who seems to have inherited the throne while I have been traveling the world. Tenga came as well, but she wouldn't answer the question, instead forwarding it to her daughter, as it was good to ask the leader. Appearances and such. So ask I did, and, as I have already said, I got my answer.

I plan to head there with Jack tomorrow. Might as well get used to having him around, as I doubt he will have anywhere to go for a long while. After all, what would a dead man have to fear from something that seems to inflict death? Unless the dead can somehow die, in which I suppose there would be plenty to fear. Never have had need to kill a dead man before, so I can say for certain that I do lack in that sort of knowledge.

I chuckled a bit as I placed the bookmark back between the pages, and began to speak to myself. "...Have I ever had need of such knowledge? Well, I suppose it's always good to know, but I don't believe I have had a chance to find out. Not that I would like to. Why in the world would I like to...?" As I spoke, my words began to become more and more akin to mumbling.

Hopping off the side of my bed, I headed back to the shrine through a gap. Time to get back to work!