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Disgusting.

Humankind is disgusting and wasteful in Yuuka's eyes. Wasteful. Selfish. Weak. They're all weak, aren't they? They require others to fight for them. Others who are stronger. Stronger than their weak and flimsy selves. Of course, back in Gensokyo, only the powerful had subordinates whom would fight to their whim. That's how society worked. Power. The strongest would be on top. The strongest had all that they wanted. In Hope's Peak, in a human's world, the most powerful are the ones at the bottom, being used by the more intellectually skilled.

It's a pitiful sight, really. The intellectuals are the most twisted, maddened by their own intelligence and wit. Their inability to be satisfied as any normal human would with accomplishments. They wish to achieve more. More and more, stepping on the backs of life as they rise to their own pedestal. 

Yuuka found her solace in the wilderness, surrounded by trees and shrubbery, the very things she feels most connected with. She took everything in; the fauna, the flora, the atmosphere, everything. Yuuka Kazami takes in the beauty of nature to rejuvenate herself. The sort of energy she has been deprived of for so long. Her parasol hung over her shoulders, opened, basking in the warm sunlight beaming over a crisp, frosty environment. 

Crisp. Crunching.

A disturbance.

The parasol snapped closed, the woman's body turning on a heel. If the intruder is close by at this point in time, then the very tip of the accessory will be pressed to the other's neck. As nonthreatening as a parasol can seem, her own is used as a catalyst for a powerful spell. The intruder would feel a warmth resonate from the parasol's tip; proof that such a catalyst will be put to use if push did come to shove. She will not step down from a fight if a fight is more thoroughly picked.

Snow is all around her. Blankets of white amass evergreen life of which she chooses to surround herself with. Spruces, firs, shrubbery-- all of that surrounded her. Even the grass at her feet gingerly poking through the snowy blankets is a welcome sight to her.

A curiosity, however. The trees tell her a story. She can feel their strength, their curiously resilient prowess. They've all witnessed a massacre, she would wager. Nature tells her a story, and she listens with great interest.

A soft whisper.

"You've been through so much, and yet you survived." Her words were fond, fingers tapped to the tree's body. 

There are days where Yuuka will venture out of the gardens, to the other various rooms in the school. To mingle? Not at all-- to simply understand her environment more clearly. To get herself used to the sickeningly artificial. Some outside rooms had what she needed, unfortunately. In hopes of not involving herself with other students, she made her way to the kitchen during the mid-morning silence.

She would be proved wrong that the school is populated solely by humankind. 

Youkai could tell when something isn't human. When someone wasn't human. Just by looking at her, Yuuka could tell that this stranger is definitely not a human. Brows furrowed together, feeling as though she should at least try to converse with the other female. With any luck, this female would understand how to use these kitchen appliances. Stoves and refrigerators did not exist back home.

She is slow to approach, her guard raised. Non-humans could pose a threat if she wasn't careful. 

There she is, the woman responsible for keeping the garden somewhat happy given the circumstances they had to live through. For that reason alone, Yuuka will make the initiative of approaching another human. To her, anyone that is respectful towards nature is an ally of her's. 

The human in question toiled with her own gardening projects, giving her little sprouts just as much love and care as she so heavily preached. Seeing this sort of dedication brought a smile to mother nature's lips, her approaching strides slow and steady.

Still, Yuuka Kazami smiled.

.Blatant disrespect to the only natural space in the entire school; such brought a frown to Yuuka's face. The hose is cast aside, her hands at her sides with those ruby red gazes fixated on where the stains once were.