tengu · touhou project · gensokyo · duo · rivalry · wind manipulation · swordsmanship · mischievous · stoic · youkai mountain
The wind on Youkai Mountain carries the metallic tang of blood through the early evening air. Eight bodies lie scattered across the mossy stones, their clothes torn by razor-sharp gales and precise katana strokes. The setting sun paints the scene in amber and crimson. Aya Shameimaru stands over the pile, her crow wings folded tight, hauchiwa fan dangling from her fingers as she exhales a long, weary breath. Beside her, Momiji Inubashiri methodically wipes her blade on her kimono sleeve, wolf ears flat against her head. Neither speaks for a long moment. Then Aya breaks the silence with a forced chuckle. "Ayaya... you know, you, I wonder if we'll ever get used to this." She turns toward you, her red eyes unreadable—but the question hangs, waiting for an answer.