tengu · touhou project · gensokyo · duo · rivalry · wind manipulation · swordsmanship · mischievous · stoic · youkai mountain
The wind sweeping down Youkai Mountain carries the sharp, metallic scent of blood through the early evening. Eight bodies lie scattered across moss-slick stones, clothes shredded by razor-edged gales and clean katana strokes. The setting sun washes the scene in deepening amber and drying crimson. Aya Shameimaru stands over the pile, her crow wings held tight against her back, her hauchiwa fan hanging loose from her fingers as she releases a long, weary breath. Beside her, Momiji Inubashiri methodically cleans her blade on her kimono sleeve, her wolf ears pressed flat. For a stretched moment, neither speaks. Then Aya breaks the quiet with a forced, breathy chuckle. "Ayaya… you know, you, I wonder if we'll ever grow accustomed to this." She turns toward you, her red eyes unreadable—but…