大神神話伝

[Just the other day, Henry had remembered a dear friend from this place that he had grown fond of, along with his new allegiance to Taoism but some memories were still hazy.

Just as he was searching for this friend of his, he managed to spot her and rushed to her and as he was talking to her, they were suddenly given a “baby” along with the warning of having to take care of it or they would die if they didn’t. Henry of course, didn’t mind the conditions too much but he couldn’t allow Futo to die along with him just like that so he set his mind on keeping this little weird doll that uncannily resembled a human baby as happy as possible. That is until…]

Hey, do you know how to raise a baby? I haven’t done any research into it! Nya ha ha!

     What. Out of all the strange little men who have approached and offered her something, this might just be the strangest. 

     Memories still in a vague fog, Henry's face rings nothing but a faint, unregistered bell in the back of the Taoist's mind.

     Besides, he had a frickin' baby in his hands, that kind of took priority. Futo's eyes blink from him to the child, mind processing and coming with a solution when suddenly she reaches out.

     "Of course I do! Dost thou doubt mine capability? I have brought up a descendant from the Gods themselves, I'll have you know!"

     Let's just gently take this computer and... Take a crowbar to the top!

     SMASH!

In his recollections there was indeed this small but vigorously violent storm. Assuming him for a “Black Mage” or however did she put it again, she attacked him, sat on his butt, contemplated arson, broke into his room in the middle of night, lifted up his dirty , no, definitely clean and spotless underwear from the floor… One thing accompanies another in a flashing series of flashbacks that seems still neverending.

Finger raises to point and mouth drops open launching out the summary of his thoughts in the most effective manner it possibly could:

" …..aaaaaAAAAAaaAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! “

     Futo herself still has yet to regain her memories of this place, though even then she wouldn't be able to understand why this man was screaming. Right now, she was stuck frozen and staring down the black hole of this stranger's throat as his jaw unleashes a most unholy, blood-curdling scream.

     This... This was pure madness!

     That's not what you say to someone when you bump into them! Especially not someone of her status! Was this, perhaps, a declaration of war he proposed? Something so savage should be expected from a man with that kind of haircut, right!?

     Well, like Hell she'll allow herself to be intimidated by this! A bit confused but mostly full of hard-headedness, she stands firm in her position and, to return the favor, she screams with all her might.

    "....aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!???!!"

Hand presses at the back of his head as Yamashina’s glance wanders around.. Even though it’s a familiar sight spreading in the field of his vision he’s bound to be a little confused for he was quite sure the last thing to happen was someone firing a gun. He thought for sure he had been gone but here he was - at the airport of this accursed place. " ….whoo boy. "

     She's like this for a while, distracted from whatever previous mission she'd sent herself on now to bug-watch, hardly ever looking up even for a moment. Perhaps it's this that leads the two with their heads in the clouds to eventually collide, Futo tumbling some steps back from her shorter stature.

     "Oi!"

                          ——— ★ In the wake of the trial, handwritten notes have been placed                                            in several strategic locations around the grounds, all with                                            the intent of capturing peoples’ attention. The notes read as                                            follows:

     So here she was!Room 192, rat-a-tap-tapping on the door.

     "Hello, hellooooo~! 'Tis I, the hero thou hath summoned forth!"

Unfortunately this particular familiar face wouldn’t allow Yamashina to relax himself yet. After all Yamashina was no masochist, he wanted no more kicks on his butt nor did he want to become a subject of those trials for that matter. Her outburst may have sent Yamashina’s heart into his throat for a minute but the panic is quick to transform into irritability. Putting on a show like this and acting like he’s in the wrong somehow? 

" AAAA??!!"

" I’m the one who whould be saying that!!!! If you illegally enter to sneak around in my dorms at 2 am you ought to prepare yourself for some consequences!! Can you for once try be aware of your surroundings somehow???! "

Arm swooshed to side to empower his words and the other raises to point her with still rolled up pin up paradise.

     "Bastard!" She whispers harshly, assuming a heroic pose and knocking his makeshift weapon with the back of her hand. "Dare ye point such an insulting, flimsy sword towards that of the Mononobe clan! For shame."

     "What mine presence here means should be obvious! Dost thou take me for a bumbling fool!? Word alone did not satiate my suspicions of thy wicked wizardry! I had to find out once and for all if thou are who thou sayeth, but seems thou hath caught me in the act!" Grit teeth. This was such an intense confrontation. She suddenly bends down and picks an object up from the floor, desperate to re-obtain the upper hand now that he's got her cornered. "BEHOLD! Thine undoing in mine hands, an ancient cloth of hexes, I've found! I --"  Futo feels her nose scrunch involuntarily with a sudden waft of unknown stench tickling her nostrils.

The doors opening letting her make her way in the market, the seasonal spirit floating around with malevolent intentions, not even something as simple as this Holiday could keep its innocence in a place like that one.

Nonon wanted it to be quick, the feeling of stepping on the floor of such a gross and cheap place was annoying her, but it seemed her visit would be longer than what she expected in the moment a girl popped in front of her.

     "Huh!" She soon puffs back up.

    "Dost thou not know how to address thine elders, pink one? A humble question is all I offered!" Idly, frustrated, she flicks her wrist, the bloodied decoration in her hand now sent flying on accident.

     She doesn't think much of it, at first, too focused on this girl. "For example, you asked me a question, and I shall now answer! Mononobe no Futo is mine name, and th--"

     A crash. The shikaisen, distracted and not knowing her own strength, had thrown the head at just the wrong angle -- now resulting in a rack of costumes to have scattered across the floor.

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" I’m… "

Accidental sip from wrong glass had gotten Yamashina into quite a pickle. The two canine ears and the tail would have been easy on him compared to this. 

When Yamashina had came into his senses he was kneeling right behind a stranger, quite tightly right behind on their rump. Sweat gathered on his face as stutters came, mind partially still preoccupied with the rather overpowering scents that dug deep inside his nose, tangling and never leaving.

" …………………..look I can explain this. "

"..."

Perhaps one might laugh at the irony of chosen potions -- but Futo wasn't laughing now. In fact, quite the opposite. Her eyes squint, brows knot and fingers curl so tight they begin to blanch. "You..." She whispers -- a prelude to the screech to come.

     "OFFICER                 YAMASHINA-DONO                                      OF KOBE PRECINCT!!!!!!

                       WHILST THY WICKED TIRADE STOP AT NOTHING?!"