Chapter 19
The night in the Forest of Magic was silent and shrouded in mystery. Pale moonlight filtered through the layers of trees, casting soft beams onto Marisa's small cottage.
Inside, the warm light of the room contrasted sharply with the cool night air outside. Scattered across the table were pieces of recently completed magical apparatus, a few manuscripts, and two steaming cups of tea.
Kengo sat at the table, casually fiddling with a bizarre-looking magical component, a gentle smile on his face. "Marisa, it's pretty late. You didn't call me over just because you need someone to clean up all this mess, did you?"
Marisa's mouth twitched as she grabbed her hat and lightly smacked him with it. "Don't flatter yourself! This isn't a mess—it's my magical research! You get it?"
Kengo chuckled, putting the component back on the table. His tone carried a teasing edge. "Alright, my great master of magic. So, why did you call me here? To help you study your 'research' or for something else?"
Placing her hat back on her head, Marisa crossed her arms and stared at him for a moment, her tone unusually serious. "Kengo, I actually have something I need to say to you tonight."
Kengo blinked, noting the gravity in her voice. He straightened up, resting against the back of his chair, and looked at her. "Something to say? Alright, I'm listening."
Marisa didn't reply immediately. Instead, she walked to the table, picked up one of the cups of tea, and stood by the window, gazing at the moonlight as if organizing her thoughts. After a brief silence, she turned back to face him, her golden eyes steady and earnest. "Kengo, do you know that you're the only person in Gensokyo who makes me feel… at ease?"
Kengo's expression shifted slightly, confusion flickering in his gaze. "At ease? Why do you say that?"
Setting the tea down, Marisa sat across from him, her fingers lightly brushing over the magical manuscripts on the table. Her voice carried a hint of nostalgia. "Because you don't look at me with those 'curious' eyes, and you don't treat me differently just because I'm human. You help me gather materials, fix my experimental tools, and when I'm in a bad mood, you sit with me quietly without asking anything. That feeling… I've never had it before."
A warm smile spread across Kengo's face, his tone calm and tinged with humor. "That's because you're Marisa. You were the first person to approach me when I settled in Gensokyo. Although… well, let's just say you weren't exactly invited. You barged into my field, grabbed some vegetables and fruit, and started eating without even asking."
Marisa blinked at the memory, then puffed out her cheeks indignantly. "That's because your vegetables and fruit looked delicious! Besides, you didn't say I couldn't eat them!"
Kengo laughed softly, his tone growing gentler. "True, I didn't stop you. Because the moment you barged in, I knew you'd be my first friend in Gensokyo—and probably my most important bond."
Marisa's expression shifted slightly, surprise flashing across her face.
She raised her head, meeting his calm and sincere gaze as he continued in a warm tone:"Marisa, I'm not great at saying pretty words, but I know this—you're incredibly important to me. Even though I'm clumsy and may not always do things right, as long as you don't mind, I'll always stay by your side. I'll help you with your magical experiments, cook for you, travel Gensokyo with you, and even the entire world if you'd like."
For a moment, Marisa stared at him, her lips curving into a faint smile despite herself. She took a deep breath, her tone carrying a mix of stubbornness and defiance. "Idiot. You're saying all these sweet things—are you just trying to placate me?"
Kengo shook his head gently, his voice firm. "Of course not. Every word I've said comes from the heart."
Marisa's gaze softened, and she lowered her eyes to the manuscripts on the table. Her lips curled into a subtle, almost unnoticeable smile as she spoke in a softer tone. "Then remember what you said today. No take-backs, got it?"
Kengo chuckled and nodded. "Alright, I promise."
Marisa propped her chin on her hand, staring at him across the table with a faint trace of dissatisfaction in her expression.
Kengo sipped his tea casually, seemingly oblivious to her mood, and spoke with a lighthearted tone. "So, Marisa, I'm just a reliable 'friend' to you? Good to know I'm trustworthy."
Marisa's brow furrowed slightly, her fingers tapping softly against the table. Her tone carried a hint of suppressed emotion. "Trustworthy? Yeah, you're the most trustworthy… idiot."
Kengo paused, setting his teacup down and looking at her in confusion. "Idiot? What do you mean by that?"
Marisa huffed, straightening up in her chair, crossing her arms with a hint of irritation in her voice. "You're such an idiot! I've been so obvious, and you're still talking to me about 'friendship'?!"
Kengo, caught off guard by her sudden outburst, furrowed his brows, still unable to grasp her meaning. "What are you trying to say…?"
Marisa slammed her hands on the table, leaning forward to glare at him. Her golden eyes sparkled with frustration and defiance as she finally blurted out:
"What I'm saying is—I like you! Not in some ordinary 'friendship' way, but in a deeper, more important way! You idiot, do you get it now?!"
Kengo's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he was completely speechless. His mind seemed to freeze, and he could only stare dumbfoundedly at Marisa. After a long pause, he stammered, "Y-you're serious?"
"What else?" Marisa crossed her arms, her voice still brimming with annoyance. "Do you think I'd just casually say something like this to anyone?!"
Kengo lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought. Then, raising his eyes to meet hers, he spoke with a complicated expression, "Marisa, I… I'm sorry. It's not that I'm not serious, it's just… I really never thought you'd see me this way."
Marisa's fiery tone softened slightly, and she let out a sigh. "Forget it. I know you're just a blockhead who needs time to process. I'm not asking for an answer right now, or for you to make any decisions. I just wanted to let you know that you really mean a lot to me."
Kengo was silent for a moment before finally speaking in a quiet voice, "You know, Marisa… you were the first person in Gensokyo who spoke to me voluntarily when I arrived. Even though it was uninvited."
He smiled slightly, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. "To me, you're my most important bond. I'm grateful, truly, for your honesty and your feelings."
Marisa's face turned slightly red at his words, but she stubbornly retorted, "Hmph. That's good, then. And don't you forget—you promised to help me with my magical experiments and accompany me across Gensokyo, and even the whole world."
Kengo nodded with a soft smile, his tone gentle. "I won't forget. You're Marisa. My Marisa. That will never change."
Hearing this, Marisa couldn't help but smile faintly. She turned her head away, her tone lighter but still tinged with shyness. "Alright, enough with the embarrassing talk. Help me put those books away first, then we can look into some new magical materials!"
"Alright." Kengo chuckled, standing up to tidy the books on the table.
The room returned to its usual bustle, but the bond between them grew subtly deeper. Moonlight spilled through the windows, casting a tranquil and warm glow, bearing silent witness to the pure and sincere feelings shared between them.
A few days later, in the Magic Forest, at Marisa's home
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the Magic Forest, adding a touch of vitality to the serene landscape.
Alice, carrying a small basket filled with homemade magical materials, made her way to Marisa's house with practiced ease. She knocked lightly on the door but, without waiting for a response, pushed it open and walked in.
"Marisa, are you home?" Alice called out as she peeked inside, her eyes scanning the room.
The atmosphere inside the house felt different from usual. On the table were several plates of food, each meticulously prepared and beautifully presented, far more refined than Marisa's typical fare. Alice's eyebrows arched slightly as a thought immediately crossed her mind—this couldn't possibly have been made by Marisa!
"Hey, Alice! You're here!" Marisa's voice came from the inner room. She emerged while adjusting her hat, her usual bright smile on her face.
But Alice quickly noticed something different about Marisa today. Her smile seemed softer than usual, and even her movements had a subtle lightness to them. This wasn't Marisa's typical demeanor.
Alice's gaze shifted to the food on the table, and she asked teasingly, "Did you make these? I don't recall you having such excellent culinary skills."
Marisa froze for a moment, then awkwardly scratched her hat as she stammered, "Uh… actually… Kengo made them. He said he had some free time, so he whipped up a few dishes."
Alice couldn't help but laugh, her tone light and teasing. "Oh? He has that much free time? Speaking of which, I heard he's been helping you fix your storage shed and even delivering materials. That Tsukumogami sure is attentive to you."
Marisa's face instantly turned red. She waved her hands in denial. "It's not like that! He's just helping out, that's all! Besides, he's like that with everyone, not just me!"
Alice's grin widened, and she pulled out a chair to sit down, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Really? But from the sound of it, he seems to 'help' you an awful lot. Fixing your shed, delivering materials, cooking for you… Doesn't that feel a little… different to you?"
Marisa's expression froze for a moment, her tone still defensive. "Different? What's different about it?! He's just that kind of guy—dumb and helpful. He treats everyone like an important friend. I… I'm not thinking too much about it!"
Alice studied her for a moment, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Is that so? Marisa, judging by that expression of yours, I'm not entirely convinced."
Marisa was at a loss for words. She muttered under her breath, "You sure are nosy… What are you, my mom?"
Alice rested her chin on her hand, her tone softening. "Marisa, there's no need to deny it so quickly. If you do have feelings for him, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, Kengo's a great guy—steady, funny, and it's no surprise he makes you feel at ease."
Marisa blinked, momentarily taken aback. She glanced at Alice, her expression tinged with uncertainty and unease. "But… he treats everyone the same. He's never said anything special, never done anything that feels different. How would I even know if I'm special to him?"
Alice chuckled softly, her voice soothing. "Silly Marisa, do you really think he treats everyone the same? If that were true, would he spend so much time helping you with experiments, fixing your shed, and even making your favorite dishes? Think about it—how important are you to him?"
Marisa lowered her head and fell silent, seemingly mulling over Alice's words. Finally, she bit her lip and muttered quietly, "Alright, fine… You're right. I guess… I do like him, a little."
Alice's smile grew wider, satisfaction evident in her expression. "That's more like it. If that's the case, don't overthink it. Kengo isn't the type to ignore someone's feelings. Just take things as they come."
Marisa nodded, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Easier said than done. When it comes down to it, it's not that simple to face him."
Alice patted her shoulder, her voice filled with encouragement. "Don't worry. You're Marisa, the bravest girl I know. Besides, that blockhead Kengo is bound to realize how special you are to him sooner or later."
A small smile crept onto Marisa's face, seemingly comforted by Alice's words. She took a deep breath and said with a chuckle, "Alright, I'll give it another shot. But seriously, Alice, why are you here? Don't tell me you came just to lecture me."
Alice shrugged, her tone light and playful. "Of course not. I came to borrow some materials. And, well, to check in on how you've been doing."
Marisa rolled her eyes. "Fine, I guess you have a heart. You can have some of the food on the table, but don't eat it all. Kengo said he'd come by to check on my shed again."
Alice raised an eyebrow, her grin turning teasing. "Your shed? Or your heart?"
Marisa's face turned bright red at the comment. "You—Alice, stop saying nonsense!"
Laughter echoed through the room once more, filling the Magic Forest with a newfound warmth as friendship and budding emotions brought an added layer of comfort to the serene surroundings.
Late Night, Youkai Mountain, Suika's Home
The cold moonlight bathed the small oni house on the mountainside of Youkai Mountain, the surroundings quiet and still, with only the faint sound of wind chimes in the distance. Inside the house, the rich aroma of sake filled the air.
Suika reclined casually on a tatami mat, with several empty bottles of sake already scattered across the table in front of her.
"Kengo, what's the deal with you showing up at my place in the middle of the night carrying sake?" Suika raised her cup, her tone as bold and carefree as ever.
Kengo stepped through the door, carrying a sake flask. Seeing Suika's relaxed demeanor, a small smile tugged at his lips. "You're the famed sake lover of Gensokyo—who better to share a drink with? I brewed some new sake and thought you might want to try it."
Suika laughed heartily, skillfully pouring two cups from the flask and sliding one toward him. "Here, we oni don't bother with all that formal nonsense. Drink first, talk later!"
The two clinked their cups together. Kengo took a small sip, his gaze unintentionally drifting toward Suika's face. She was unlike anyone he'd ever met—straightforward and unrestrained, yet possessing a surprising delicacy beneath it all.
"Kengo," Suika set her cup down, her tone suddenly becoming serious as her gaze met his directly. "Do you still remember what happened in the Yomi no Kuni?"
Kengo paused mid-motion, his brow furrowing slightly. His voice carried a hint of somberness. "Of course, I remember. Those memories… I'll never forget them."
Suika lowered her head, her fingers gently twirling her cup as an uncommon tenderness seeped into her voice. "Back then, you had the chance… to leave with just one person. But you insisted on saving every one of us. Kengo, do you realize… it was at that moment I truly understood how much you mean to me?"
Kengo froze, a trace of bewilderment crossing his face. "Suika, I mean… I'm important to you?"
Suika lifted her head, her gaze sincere and unusually gentle. "Yes, important enough that I can't quite tell if it's just friendship… or something more complicated."
Kengo's expression grew slightly confused. He looked down at his cup, mumbling softly, "Then what do you think this feeling is?"
Suika chuckled wryly, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder. Her tone was half-teasing, half-serious. "Kengo, you idiot. Do you really not know? This isn't just friendship—I like you."
Kengo's eyes widened in shock, and the cup in his hand wobbled slightly, nearly spilling. He looked up at her, his expression filled with disbelief. "Suika, you… like me?"
Suika couldn't help but burst into laughter at his dumbfounded reaction. "Hah! What kind of face is that? Let me tell you, I, Suika, don't say things like this lightly. You should feel honored!"
Kengo managed an awkward smile, his voice filled with uncertainty and embarrassment. "I… I'm not saying I don't appreciate it, but… I don't know how to respond to you."
Suika waved her hand dismissively, her tone as carefree as ever. "You don't need to respond. I just wanted you to know how I feel. You, Kengo, are such a fool—you don't even realize how charming you are."
Kengo fell silent, deep in thought. After a while, he looked up, his tone sincere. "Suika, you're one of my most important bonds. I'm not sure if what I feel is the 'liking' you're talking about, but I can promise you this: as long as you need me, I'll always be by your side."
Suika's gaze softened, and she raised her cup with a sly smile. "Well, that's a deal. Come on, let's toast to our bond—one more drink!"
Kengo smiled, lifting his cup to meet hers. Their hearty laughter echoed in the quiet night.
After a few more drinks, Suika leaned back against her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Kengo, I have to say… the more I think about it, the more I feel you're… kinda cute for an idiot."
Kengo scratched his head, his tone filled with mild exasperation. "I really don't think the word 'cute' suits me."
Suika burst out laughing again, giving him another firm pat on the shoulder. "Doesn't matter what you think! As long as I think so, that's enough!"
Kengo couldn't help but laugh along, raising his cup to clink it against hers again, a touch of humor in his voice. "Alright, then. I'll make sure you get to drink the best sake for the rest of your life. Are you ready for that?"
Suika burst into hearty laughter, her eyes gleaming with confidence and satisfaction. "Fine! I'm an oni, and the best sake drinker there is! You better keep up with me because I won't lose!"
Kengo blinked, then chuckled softly, a warm and genuine expression crossing his face. "Alright then, it's settled. I'll stay by your side and make sure you always have the best sake, for as long as you want."
In the quiet night, their laughter mingled with the sound of clinking cups, reverberating through Youkai Mountain. The rich aroma of sake lingered in the air, coloring the ancient land with a touch of warmth. The bond between them deepened in this moment—bold and unshaken, just like the oni's hearty spirit, but with a delicate, unspoken sentiment that brought them even closer.
A Few Days Later, Late Night
A glass of strong liquor gleamed amber in Yuugi's hand. She took a slow sip, a hint of surprise flashing through her eyes. "Suika, this sake you brought is something else. It's rich, smooth… Doesn't taste like anything you'd find in some random village stash. So, where did you get this from?"
Leaning casually against the table, a toothpick hanging from her lips, Suika's mouth quirked into a slight grin. She raised her cup and took a hearty sip, her tone carrying a hint of pride. "You'd never guess, huh? This sake was brewed by Kengo. He made it himself, using ingredients he grew. What do you think? Pretty good, right?"
Yuugi raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "That guy, Kengo? I thought he was just good at fixing party venues. Didn't know he could brew sake too."
Suika chuckled, her voice carrying a note of pride. "Not only can he brew sake, but every bottle he makes is a masterpiece. This batch? He said it's so I can have something I'll never get tired of drinking for the rest of my life."
Yuugi set down her glass, her sharp gaze sweeping over Suika. A knowing, mischievous smile played on her lips. "Suika, you've been glowing more than this sake. Your mood's been as sweet as this drink these past few days. Care to explain why?"
Suika's cheeks turned the faintest shade of red, though she quickly masked it with a loud laugh. "What are you talking about, Yuugi? I'm an oni. Of course, I'm in a good mood when I've got good sake to drink."
Yuugi tapped her glass lightly with her finger, her tone teasing. "Really? Is it just the sake? Or is there someone who's been making you this happy?"
Suika paused for a moment, then casually set her cup down, trying to appear nonchalant. "That guy… He's a bit of a fool, but he's reliable. He said he'd always stay with me and keep making great sake for me to drink."
Yuugi squinted, her tone dripping with playful skepticism. "Oh? He said he'd stay with you forever, and you're just going to take his word for it?"
Suika smirked, leaning back in her chair, her voice filled with confidence. "He's not the kind of guy who'd break his word. Besides, I'm an oni—who do I need to be afraid of?"
Yuugi swirled her glass thoughtfully, her teasing replaced by a tone of subtle seriousness. "Sounds like you've really put him in your heart, Suika. But you should think carefully. Feelings like this aren't as simple as drinking a cup of sake and walking away."
Suika stared at her cup for a moment before lifting her gaze, her eyes filled with determination. "I know that, Yuugi. But I've never regretted a choice I've made. He's worth trusting, and worth protecting. That's all that matters to me."
Yuugi let out a soft chuckle, raising her glass to Suika in a gesture of camaraderie. "Fair enough. To good sake and even better days ahead. May they last forever."
Suika laughed heartily, clinking her glass against Yuugi's. "Damn right! My days are only going to get better from here!"
Yuugi sipped her drink, her gaze lingering on Suika's spirited face. A sly smile crept across her lips as she leaned in slightly. "Alright then, Suika. Since we're talking about brighter days ahead… What about marriage? Have you thought about that part?"
Suika froze mid-pour, her eyes widening as she nearly dropped her bottle. The toothpick slipped from her lips as she glared at Yuugi. "Marriage?! Where did that come from, Yuugi?!"
Yuugi's grin widened, clearly enjoying Suika's flustered reaction. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. You were just saying how that guy promised to stick with you forever. Isn't that the next step?"
A faint blush crept across Suika's face, but she quickly downed her drink in one gulp and crossed her arms. "I'm not embarrassed! Honestly, I haven't really thought about marriage… at least not seriously."
Yuugi leaned forward, her grin growing even wider. "Not seriously, huh? Or maybe you've thought about it but just don't want to admit it?"
Suika growled in frustration, slamming her cup onto the table. "Yuugi, stop pushing! Alright… if it ever comes to that, I wouldn't say no. Happy now?"
Yuugi's laughter echoed through the room, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Not saying no, huh? That's a start. Looks like you're falling for him more than you're willing to admit."
Suika stared at her empty cup in silence for a moment before softly speaking, her tone unusually tender. "Yuugi, let me put it this way. Marriage or not, it doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I can drink with him, chat with him, and just… be with him. That's enough."
Yuugi's teasing smile softened, her expression turning thoughtful as she raised her glass. "You've always been direct, Suika. No beating around the bush. If that's how you feel, then hold on to it tight. And if there's ever a wedding, don't forget to invite me for the sake."
Suika burst into laughter, raising her bottle to pour them both another drink. "Oh, you bet! When that day comes, I'll make sure you drink until you drop!"
Their laughter and the sound of clinking glasses filled the quiet night, carried by the rich aroma of sake. It was a moment of warmth and sincerity, etched deep into their hearts.
Late Night, Riverside of Sanzu River, Komachi's Home
The night along the Sanzu River was quiet and profound. A faint chill carried by the river breeze occasionally blended with the soft sound of water lapping against the shore. Inside Komachi's dimly lit home, Kengo stood in the kitchen, busy preparing a few light dishes to pair with the strong sake he had brewed himself.
Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, Komachi watched Kengo's busy figure with a faint smile playing on her lips.
As Kengo placed the final plate of chilled salad on the table, he teased, "So, Komachi, what's the occasion? Calling me over in the middle of the night—are we talking philosophy, or do you want me to help you count how many souls you ferried today?"
Komachi raised an eyebrow and let out a soft huff before strolling over to the table and slumping into a chair. Her tone was as casual as ever, though tinged with playfulness. "Philosophy? Please, Kengo. I'm pretty sure your philosophy boils down to 'eat well, drink well, and keep going,' doesn't it?"
Kengo chuckled, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her as he poured her a cup of sake. "And what's wrong with that? Simple truths are the hardest to live by. But come on, you didn't drag me out here just for drinks. What's on your mind? Just say it."
Komachi lowered her gaze to the cup in her hands, lightly running her fingers along the rim as her tone unexpectedly shifted into something more serious. "Kengo, you know, I've always felt like my days would just keep repeating. Ferrying souls, drinking, slacking off, ferrying more souls… But ever since you came to Gensokyo, it feels like my life has changed."
Kengo paused, slightly surprised, setting his cup down as he looked at her with curiosity. "Changed? I haven't really done anything special, though. Just kept you company now and then, maybe cooked a few meals."
Komachi shook her head gently, her eyes meeting his with a rare sincerity. "No, you've done more than you realize. Kengo, your steadiness and humor make me feel at ease. Despite everything you've been through, you face each day so calmly. Honestly, sometimes, I envy you."
Caught off guard by her words, Kengo awkwardly cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. "Envy me? Come on, Komachi, you're joking, right? I'm just a clumsy tsukumogami with no real wisdom to speak of. What's there to envy?"
Komachi let out a soft sigh, a faint, wistful smile tugging at her lips. "I envy how seriously you treat everyone, how you make everyone around you feel valued. I envy how strong your heart is. Kengo…"
She paused, taking a deep breath, her tone growing more resolute. "Kengo, I'm done beating around the bush. I like you—not as a friend, but in a deeper, more meaningful way."
Kengo froze, his mouth slightly open as he processed her words. For a moment, he seemed utterly speechless, staring at Komachi with wide eyes. After a swallow, he hesitantly asked, "Komachi, are you serious?"
Komachi nodded lightly, her gaze unwavering. "Of course I'm serious. You're the only one I've ever met who makes me feel this safe, this… grounded. I know your past weighs heavily on you, but that doesn't matter to me. All I want is for you to know that I hope you'll stay by my side."
Kengo lowered his head, deep in thought for a moment, before raising his gaze and offering her a warm, genuine smile. "Komachi, thank you for telling me this. You're incredibly important to me, too. You've always made me feel at ease and brought so much laughter into my life. Your feelings… I'll treasure them."
A satisfied smile curved Komachi's lips as she raised her cup. "Well then, it's settled, Kengo. From now on, your drinks and food better always have a share reserved for me!"
Kengo laughed heartily, clinking his cup against hers. "No problem. You just enjoy the drinks and food—I'll handle the rest!"
Their laughter intertwined with the aroma of sake, drifting into the tranquil night along the Sanzu River. Beneath the silent starlit sky, an unspoken yet profound bond grew stronger between them.
Komachi chuckled at Kengo's words, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "Then you'd better get used to helping me slack off forever. With you covering for me, maybe Eiki-sama won't get too mad."
Kengo sipped his sake, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Slacking off I can manage, but we both know Eiki-sama's lectures are on another level. Honestly, I'm not afraid of death, but listening to her for a whole day? That's more exhausting than fighting the Hachiraishin in the Yomi."
Komachi burst into laughter, slapping the table in amusement. "Exactly! Eiki-sama's lectures are a nightmare. Hey, how about next time you take my place? Let's see if you can last a full day."
Kengo shook his head with a helpless chuckle. "You're unbelievable. But seriously, I've been to the Yomi, and while it's not quite the same as the Netherworld here, they both have their own oppressive vibes."
Komachi raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with piqued curiosity. "Oh? Do tell. How does the Yomi compare to the Netherworld here? Don't tell me you think the Netherworld is more relaxing than the Yomi."
Kengo set down his sake cup, his gaze reflecting a hint of nostalgia. His tone lowered slightly as he spoke,
"The Yomi no Kuni is more desolate, filled with a sense of decay and despair, but it lacks the orderliness of the Netherworld. The Netherworld, on the other hand, feels like an enormous machine—perfectly structured, yet its cold, unfeeling precision makes it even more suffocating. Eiki-Sama, at least, adds a touch of humanity to that suffocating order. Although her lectures… sigh, I'd rather avoid those."
Komachi rested her chin on her hand, her tone carrying a playful edge as she teased,"So, when you were in the Netherworld, were you slacking off too?"
Kengo chuckled helplessly.
"Slacking off? When would I have the time? Every visit to the Netherworld was to chase down rogue spirits; there wasn't any chance to take it easy. But honestly, your job is way more relaxed than those other ferrymen in the Netherworld. At least you've got time for drinks and naps."
Komachi shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"That's because I'm smarter than them. I know how to give myself a break. Besides, with someone as reliable as you around, of course I can slack off without a care."
Kengo burst into laughter, raising his sake cup to hers with a light clink. His tone became more relaxed as he replied,
"Alright then, it's settled. You slack off, and I'll slack off with you for a lifetime. But I'll still have to push you to work now and then. Otherwise, Eiki-Sama might drag me in for one of her lectures, and I don't want to be the second person she lectures into doubting their entire existence."
Komachi, laughing even harder now, tilted her head back and downed a big gulp of sake. Her tone brimmed with satisfaction as she exclaimed,
"Sounds like a deal, Kengo! From now on, let's slack off together and sprinkle in a little work here and there. That kind of life doesn't sound bad at all."
The two exchanged smiles, and the sake in their cups shimmered softly under the candlelight. On this serene night by the Sanzu River, the atmosphere grew even warmer and more peaceful in the glow of their easy camaraderie.
The Netherworld, Enma's Court
Sitting behind a towering desk, Eiki efficiently flipped through judgment scrolls, her sharp gaze glancing briefly at Komachi, who was diligently organizing a register of souls.
A trace of both curiosity and approval flashed in her eyes. Lately, Komachi's behavior had been somewhat unusual.
"Efficiency at an all-time high, slacking off significantly reduced, and even the complaints have lessened. How curious."
Eiki lightly tapped her desk, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. For the past few days, Komachi had been smiling more than usual, her steps lighter, her demeanor more buoyant—like a weight that had long burdened her shoulders had suddenly lifted.
Flipping through another scroll, Eiki couldn't help but recall a recent late-night tea gathering. The topic of discussion had unexpectedly centered on Komachi and the tsukumogami, Kengo. At the time, Komachi had looked visibly embarrassed as her peers and Eiki herself teased her. Yet, to Eiki's keen eyes, the joy hidden beneath Komachi's bashfulness was unmistakable.
"I didn't say much back then," Eiki thought, a faint smile forming at the memory. She had only patted Komachi on the shoulder as the gathering ended, her tone soft but firm as she advised:
"Some words need to be said aloud, or you'll only leave yourself with regrets."
"It seems Komachi has taken my advice," Eiki mused silently, the faint smile still lingering on her lips.
Setting down the scroll in her hand, she addressed Komachi, her tone calm but tinged with care:
"Komachi, your efficiency has been impressive lately. You seem to be in a good place. Did something pleasant happen?"
Komachi paused, her hand momentarily halting as she flipped through the register. After a brief moment of hesitation, she looked up, her tone light and deflective.
"Not really, Eiki-Sama. I just thought if I worked harder, you'd scold me less."
Eiki's gaze lingered on her for a moment, the smile in her eyes deepening as she replied without missing a beat,
"Is that so? But I seem to recall you mentioning a certain tsukumogami who brewed some excellent sake for you recently, along with preparing quite a few dishes to pair with it. A friend like that is rare indeed."
Komachi's cheeks flushed slightly, her hands fumbling as she hastily flipped through the register. Her tone grew hurried as she said,
"Oh, yeah, his sake is really good, and he's a decent guy too… He even taught me a few brewing techniques recently. That way, I can make some for you next time!"
Eiki observed her obvious attempt to change the subject, the amusement in her eyes unmistakable. She didn't press further, merely saying in her usual even tone:"Very well, I'll look forward to tasting your sake. But, Komachi, let me remind you: some feelings need to be nurtured and expressed. If you let them slip away, you may never get them back."
Komachi froze for a moment, looking up at Eiki with a mix of surprise and gratitude. Her voice was soft as she replied,
"Eiki-Sama… you…"
Eiki raised a hand, gently cutting her off. Her tone was firm, carrying an air of authority:"Cherish your happiness, Komachi. If not, don't blame me for summoning that tsukumogami and giving him a thorough lesson. He ought to know that the ferryman of the Sanzu River has significant responsibilities to bear."
Komachi couldn't help but laugh at this, her tone light and cheerful as she said,"Understood, Eiki-Sama. I'll handle it properly."
Returning her focus to the judgment scrolls before her, Eiki allowed a satisfied smile to grace her lips. It seemed that Komachi's future was finally headed in the right direction.
Late Night, Hakugyokurou, Youmu's Room
The moonlight softly illuminated Hakugyokurou, and the quiet of the night was broken only by the faint sound of whetstone scraping against a blade.
Youmu Konpaku sat at her desk, her gaze focused intently on her two swords, while Kengo sat across from her, skillfully sharpening her Hakuroken. His face wore its usual calm and steady smile.
"Youmu, it's rare to see someone keep their blades this sharp all the time," Kengo said with a small smile as he worked. "It's clear how much care you've put into them."
Youmu nodded lightly, her tone calm and serious. "They're my partners, as well as tools to protect Yuyuko-Sama. No matter what, I can't allow them to have even the slightest imperfection."
Kengo glanced down at the blade in his hands, his movements meticulous and deliberate, as though handling a treasured artifact. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a softer tone, "You're right. A sword is indeed a swordsman's most important partner. But sometimes, I wonder… a sword is ultimately a weapon, and swordsmanship is a technique for killing. That fact can't ever really change, can it?"
Youmu raised her head, her gaze shifting slightly as she seemed surprised to hear him say such words. She asked quietly, "What about you, Kengo? What do you think about that?"
Kengo paused, his eyes drifting toward the moonlight outside the window. His voice carried a gentle undertone of reflection as he replied, "I think the essence of swordsmanship may be about violence, but its meaning depends on the one wielding it. A swordsman can use a sword to harm others, or they can use it to protect what's important… like you do. To protect Yuyuko-San, you've chosen to use your sword to safeguard rather than to destroy."
Youmu's expression grew complicated. She lowered her gaze to her hands and murmured softly, "I understand that, but sometimes I still question whether what I'm doing is right… because swordsmanship does have such a cruel side to it."
Kengo set down the sword in his hands, looking straight at her with unwavering warmth and conviction. "Youmu, you're doing wonderfully. The meaning of a sword isn't determined by its sharpness; it's defined by the person holding it. And you've chosen to use your sword to protect what matters most to you. That alone proves you're an exceptional swordsman."
Youmu was momentarily stunned, as though something inside her had been gently stirred. She looked at Kengo's serious expression and spoke softly, "Kengo… do you really think so?"
Kengo smiled lightly, his tone tinged with a bit of self-deprecating humor. "Of course. I'm a swordsman too. Even though my swordsmanship was forged to slay evil spirits and malevolent gods, at the end of the day, I also want to use it to protect what's important. In that way, we're quite alike, aren't we?"
Youmu's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, it seemed as if time stood still. The Kengo before her was as composed and humorous as ever, yet the tenderness and sincerity in his words stirred an inexplicable feeling within her. Lowering her gaze, she fidgeted with the hem of her clothes and spoke in a low voice, "Kengo…"
Kengo looked up, puzzled, his tone concerned. "Hm? What is it, Youmu?"
Taking a deep breath, Youmu lifted her head and met his gaze. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, but her tone held a newfound determination. "Kengo, the truth is… you're not just an ordinary friend or senior to me. I…"
She bit her lip and mustered all her courage to continue, "I like you! Not as a fellow swordsman or a friend, but as me—Youmu. I purely like you! Your steadiness, your kindness, and your support make me feel like I'm not alone… So please, let me think of you as the most important person in my life!"
Kengo froze, the whetstone in his hand nearly slipping to the floor. His eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at her, clearly unprepared for this revelation. He stammered after a moment of silence, "W-Wait… Youmu, you're saying… you like me?"
Youmu, flustered by his slow realization, let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, I said I like you! Are you an idiot?!"
Kengo scratched the back of his head, his smile a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment. "Ah… um… Youmu, thank you for telling me this. I feel really happy, and I'm grateful for the trust you've placed in me… I promise I'll cherish your feelings."
Seeing his earnest yet clumsy demeanor, Youmu couldn't help but laugh softly. The tension and shyness in her heart began to melt into a comforting warmth. She spoke gently, "That's enough for me. Kengo, I hope you'll stay at Hakugyokurou forever, and I hope you'll continue to teach me with your swordsmanship and stand by my side."
Kengo beamed, his tone imbued with his characteristic humor and sincerity. "It's a promise, Youmu. From now on, I'll be here to sharpen your blades, discuss swordsmanship with you, and… protect everything you want to protect."
As the moonlight poured in, their shadows stretched long across the room. On this tranquil night, the bond between the swordsmen deepened in a way that was both profound and unbreakable.
A Few Days Later, Hakugyokurou
The moonlight filtered through a gentle mist, draping the ancient pavilion in a silvery veil. Yuyuko sat gracefully in the main hall, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. Her gaze swept over Youmu, who stood nearby, and a mischievous smile curved her lips.
"Youmu, you seem to be in an especially good mood these days," Yuyuko remarked softly, her voice as light as a passing breeze, tinged with casual curiosity.
Youmu froze for a moment, the sword in her hands shaking slightly before she quickly composed herself and replied, pretending to be calm, "H-Have I? Yuyuko-Sama, you must be imagining things…"
Yuyuko set down her teacup, resting her chin lightly on her hand as her gaze focused on Youmu. Her smile deepened, her tone tinged with a teasing playfulness. "Oh, is that so? Then why do I get the feeling that you've been going about your tasks with a certain… uncontainable smile? And your swords—are you polishing them so much they can double as mirrors now?"
Youmu felt her composure falter, and she quickly lowered her head, her voice slightly defensive. "That's just my usual routine… nothing special…"
Yuyuko sighed softly, her tone carrying a mischievous edge. "Oh, really? Then, let me ask you this, Youmu. Could the reason you've been so cheerful lately… be Kengo?"
At the mention of his name, Youmu nearly dropped the sword she was holding. Her face flushed bright red as she stammered, "Yu-Yuyuko-Sama, what are you talking about?! I-I don't…"
Yuyuko watched her flustered reaction and couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Ah, so it really is him."
Youmu's head dipped even lower, her voice almost inaudible. "Yuyuko-Sama… how did you know…"
Yuyuko smiled softly, her tone now carrying a gentle warmth. "Youmu, I've watched you grow up. Did you really think you could hide something like this from me? Besides, hasn't Kengo been visiting Hakugyokurou quite often lately to spar with you? His steadiness and humor haven't gone unnoticed by me either."
Hearing this, Youmu's face grew even hotter as she fumbled to explain, "I-I just… think he's reliable, and he's been so kind to us…"
Yuyuko set down her teacup and walked over to Youmu, placing a light hand on her shoulder. Her voice was soothing, carrying a reassuring tone. "Youmu, there's nothing wrong with your feelings. Kengo is indeed a special person. His quiet strength and his protective nature make everyone around him feel at ease."
Youmu looked up at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of unease and vulnerability. "But, Yuyuko-Sama… what if he doesn't understand how I feel? He's so dense, always talking about things like 'friendship.'"
Yuyuko chuckled softly, her voice affectionate. "That's not difficult to handle. Just keep treating him the way you are now, and drop a few more hints here and there. He'll figure it out eventually. Besides, didn't you two already share your feelings recently?"
Youmu's eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope, but she quickly lowered her gaze and murmured, "Yuyuko-Sama… do you think someone like me is really worthy of him?"
Yuyuko's smile softened, and her tone took on a more serious note. "Youmu, you should never doubt your worth. Kengo values you because he sees the qualities he admires in you—your resilience, your loyalty, and your pure heart. As long as you're sincere, he will treasure you."
Hearing these words, Youmu's eyes grew misty. She whispered, "Thank you, Yuyuko-Sama…"
Yuyuko sighed lightly, her tone playful once more. "Come to think of it, Youmu, shouldn't you be thanking me? If I hadn't encouraged you to interact more with outsiders, and if I hadn't sent you out to learn about that so-called ordinary tsukumogami living in the Forest of Magic, you might never have met Kengo."
Youmu couldn't help but laugh softly, her cheeks still flushed as she replied, "Yuyuko-Sama, you're always like this…"
Yuyuko watched her smile, feeling a warmth in her heart. Her voice grew gentler. "Youmu, now that you've expressed your feelings, hold onto them. Kengo may be a bit clueless when it comes to emotions, but I can tell he's someone who would give everything for you."
Youmu nodded, the unease in her heart fading significantly. Their conversation, carried by the night breeze through the courtyard, left behind a bond that was warm and deeply meaningful.
Late Night, Scarlet Devil Mansion, Garden
Moonlight bathed the garden of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, casting a serene glow over the flowers and pathways.
Sakuya wandered along the gravel path, a cup of hot tea in hand, her thoughts drifting far away. Ever since recalling the events in theYomi, she found it increasingly difficult to ignore the presence of a certain man—a steady and humorous individual whose clumsy sincerity often left her at a loss.
Her gaze shifted slightly, and there he was, standing quietly in the garden. Kengo held a basket of fresh produce from his own fields, seemingly waiting for her.
Sakuya stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, and walked toward him. Her voice carried a hint of gentle reproach: "Kengo, it's so late. Why aren't you resting yet?"
Kengo turned around, his familiar steady smile lighting up his face as he saw her. "Sakuya, you're just in time! Look, I brought you these—fresh vegetables and fruits I just harvested today, picked especially for you."
Sakuya's gaze fell on the basket of produce, her brows knitting slightly. "Kengo, you bring us produce so frequently that the Scarlet Devil Mansion's kitchen is nearly overflowing."
Kengo scratched the back of his head, his tone a bit awkward. "Uh, I just thought… you work so hard preparing meals for everyone. This is the least I can do to help."
Sakuya looked at the basket, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips. She raised her eyes to meet his, her tone carrying a mix of exasperation and warmth. "Kengo, I appreciate your kindness, but don't you think your efforts for me have gone far beyond what a mere friend would do?"
Kengo froze, his smile faltering for a moment. "Sakuya, what do you mean? I just… wanted to ease your burden, that's all."
Sakuya shook her head, setting her tea cup down on a nearby table. Her gaze locked onto his, her tone unusually serious. "Kengo, ever since you started delivering produce, helping with chores, and occasionally keeping me company over the past year, I've come to realize that you don't see me as just a simple friend."
Kengo's eyes widened, his face full of confusion. "Sakuya, why… why would you think that?"
Sakuya offered a soft smile, her tone frank yet gentle. "Because I feel the same way. After what happened in the Netherworld, it became even clearer to me that your care and protection for us aren't as simple as they seem—especially when it comes to me."
Kengo lowered his head, clearly moved by her words, but his notoriously low emotional intelligence seemed to leave him struggling to fully grasp the situation.
He scratched his head, his tone sincere but clumsy. "Sakuya, you are one of the most important people to me. I just… feel like helping you is the right thing to do."
Sakuya sighed softly, stepping closer to him and meeting his eyes directly. "And you? Is what you feel for me really just about helping and gratitude?"
Kengo was stunned, his throat bobbing as he struggled to find the right words.
Sakuya gently took his hand in hers, her tone soft and warm. "Kengo, I want you to know that my feelings for you go far beyond friendship. Your steadiness, your humor, your patience, and the way you protect us… they make me feel safe, like I'm not alone anymore."
Kengo stared at her, a wave of warmth surging through his heart. He spoke softly, "Sakuya, I… I don't really understand what love is. But I do know that you're someone very important to me, and I've always wanted to make your life a little easier and happier."
Sakuya couldn't help but smile at his clumsy yet sincere response. She chuckled lightly. "That's enough for now, you fool. All I ask is that you be a little more honest with me in the future. Stop making me guess all the time."
Kengo's tone carried a hint of embarrassment. "Alright, Sakuya. From now on, I'll be upfront with you about everything."
Sakuya gently patted his hand, a playful glint in her eyes. "Good. Then I'll keep accepting your vegetables and fruits. But next time, bring me something a bit more rare. Stop showing up with ordinary produce."
Kengo laughed, nodding. "Got it. Next time, I'll bring you the very best!"
The night breeze whispered through the garden, the flowers swaying gently under the moonlight. The harmony between the two under the soft glow was unmistakable.
As Sakuya looked at Kengo's sincere yet awkward expression, a tender warmth rose in her heart. She realized that their bond, though devoid of grand declarations, was deeply genuine and steadfast.
Afternoon, Scarlet Devil Mansion, Living Room
The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, casting colorful patterns on the carpet and bringing a hint of life to the ancient castle.
The mistress of the mansion, Remilia Scarlet, lounged lazily on the sofa with a cup of tea in hand. Surrounding her were Patchouli, Flandre, Meiling, and Koakuma.
"Isn't Sakuya in an unusually good mood lately?" Flandre suddenly tilted her head, her tone filled with curiosity.
Patchouli, turning a page in her book, spoke in her usual calm and measured tone. "Indeed. I initially thought it was because work was going smoothly, but this feeling… it doesn't seem like it's just about work."
"Now that you mention it, I've noticed it too," Remilia said, setting down her teacup and narrowing her crimson eyes with an amused smirk. "Sakuya has been carrying this… how should I put it… a genuine sense of ease and joy lately. That's not like her usual demeanor at all."
Koakuma, resting her chin on her hands, chimed in with curiosity.
"Really? When I was helping Patchouli-Sama organize the library, I thought I might be imagining it… but it's rare to see her in such a mood!"
Meiling, placing a tray of snacks on the table, nodded in agreement.
"Exactly! She still looks as meticulous as ever, but if you look closely, her steps are much lighter, and she's even scolded me less often!"
"Impossible!" Flandre exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she took a bite of a small pastry.
"Sakuya scolding you less? Something amazing must've happened!"
"Quite so," Remilia said, propping her chin on her hand, a playful glint in her eyes."And she's been taking frequent walks to the garden lately… which is not like her usual routine."
Patchouli closed her book and looked at Remilia with calm curiosity.
"Remi, do you know something? You're one of the people who interacts with Sakuya the most."
Remilia chuckled softly, her tone laced with mischief.
"Perhaps I do, or perhaps I don't. But one thing is certain—this definitely has something to do with a certain clumsy yet steadfast individual."
"A clumsy individual?" Flandre's eyes lit up, her excitement palpable.
"Sis, are you talking about Kengo-niisan, the one who delivers vegetables every day?"
Koakuma gasped, covering her mouth."Could it really be him?"
Patchouli's tone carried a hint of dry amusement."If it's Kengo, that explains a lot. He's been showing up in the garden frequently, always bringing fresh produce from his fields and chatting with Sakuya for ages."
"That obvious?" Meiling scratched the back of her head, laughing awkwardly.
"I've seen him come by a few times, but I didn't realize… so that's what's going on!"
"Sakuya and Kengo-niisan!" Flandre threw herself onto Remilia, her ruby-red eyes sparkling with gossip.
"Sis, tell us! Do they have some secret we don't know about?"
Remilia set her teacup down, smiling elegantly, her tone tinged with mystery.
"A secret? Perhaps. But some things are more interesting when left for them to reveal themselves, wouldn't you agree?"
"Wow!" Koakuma hugged her book, her expression filled with admiration.
"A love story involving Sakuya-San—how exciting!"
Patchouli nodded slightly, her calm demeanor hiding a hint of approval.
"Indeed. If Sakuya's mood has shifted so much, Kengo must have had a significant impact."
Meiling grinned, her tone playful."Looks like the Scarlet Devil Mansion is about to witness an interesting story!"
As the group continued to discuss, laughter and smiles filled the room. Though their words seemed playful on the surface, deep down, everyone felt genuinely happy for Sakuya's newfound happiness.
Remilia sighed softly, leaning back against the sofa as a faint smile played on her lips.
"Sakuya, Sakuya… this time, it seems you've outpaced us all."
As the afternoon sun slowly shifted westward, a single comment from Flandre caused the atmosphere in the Scarlet Devil Mansion's living room to freeze.
"I'm going to marry Tamami-niisan someday, and we'll have kids together~" Flandre's innocent voice rang out as she took a bite of her sweet treat.
Her ruby-like eyes sparkled as she looked at everyone, her face radiating pure joy. "And Patchy, you'll do the same, right? Also, Kengo-niisan will definitely marry Sakuya, and as for Kyouya-niisan… he'll marry Sis, won't he?"
Her words were like a stone cast into a calm lake, sending ripples throughout the room.
Remilia, in the middle of sipping her tea, froze. The aroma of the red tea lingered, but her expression turned stiff.
Patchouli's hand stopped flipping the pages of her book, a rare look of surprise flashing across her usually composed face.
Meiling, busy arranging a tray of snacks, faltered slightly, her hands trembling ever so slightly.
Koakuma's mouth hung open, as though she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Adding to the awkwardness, Sakuya had returned unnoticed, standing silently by the door with a freshly brewed teapot in her hands. Her expression was as composed as ever, yet the tips of her ears were subtly tinged with red.
"Lady -Flan," Sakuya cleared her throat softly and walked over to the table, her tone carrying a mix of mild exasperation and feigned calm. "You shouldn't say such things so casually."
Flandre tilted her head, her innocent eyes filled with confusion.
"Why not? That's really how I feel! Tamami-niisan is so kind and warm, and he even said he'll always stay with Patchy and me! Sakuya, you like Kengo-niisan too, don't you? Didn't you say he always helps you a lot whenever he visits?"
Sakuya's expression froze momentarily. Her hand gripping the teapot tightened slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm.
" Lady -Flan, I only see him as a reliable friend. Please don't misunderstand."
"Really?" Flandre blinked, still unconvinced. Then she turned her gaze to Remilia and asked with childlike sincerity,
"What about you, Sis? You won't deny that you like Kyouya-niisan, will you?"
The corner of Remilia's mouth twitched slightly, and the teacup in her hand nearly slipped. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and tried to sound composed.
"Flan, where are you getting these ideas from? I simply see Kyouya as a trustworthy knight. Anything beyond that is nonsense, so don't let your imagination run wild."
Patchouli, though calm in tone, let a rare hint of helplessness seep into her expression.
"Flan, these things aren't as simple as you think. Feelings like these require time and careful consideration."
"But I think it's really simple!" Flandre retorted without hesitation, her pure smile unwavering. "If you like them, just stay with them forever. Isn't that enough?"
Koakuma, still holding her book, timidly added,
"Lady Flan… I think… what you said isn't entirely wrong."
Meiling couldn't help but chuckle quietly, leaning slightly toward Sakuya as she whispered playfully," Sakuya-San, your ears are completely red."
Sakuya shot Meiling a sharp glare, her voice low but firm."Quiet, you."
Remilia set her teacup down with a deliberate clink, clearing her throat as she spoke in a tone of unmistakable authority.
"Alright, that's enough. These are not topics for discussion right now.
Flandre, you're still young. Some things are better left for the future."
Though Flandre seemed a bit dissatisfied, she nodded reluctantly.
"Fine, we'll talk about it later. But Sis, don't regret it later, okay?"
This remark left Remilia momentarily speechless, her crimson eyes flickering with a mix of complex emotions. She chose not to respond further.
Patchouli, observing Remilia's reaction, sighed softly and murmured,
"Perhaps Flan's words are more truthful than any of ours."
The living room gradually returned to its previous calm, but within the hearts of Remilia, Flandre, Patchouli, and Sakuya, unspoken waves of emotion continued to ripple.
The sunlight continued to bathe the Scarlet Devil Mansion in its warm glow. Yet, just like the garden outside, the feelings within its walls were quietly growing and blossoming.