Is this punishment for trying to live a foolish fantasy?
The thought doesn't strike Tamamo with quite the same degree of frustration as it did a mere week ago, but she still feels it in her bones when she sighs.
After the chaos in the capital, it is not as if she could have stayed around. Her identity was more or less kaput, though she isn't sure if her impersonation of Fujiwara no Nariko has become wide-spread information or not.
There would be no need to share that information since she had already left. She anticipates that the humans would much rather pretend there had not been a Yōkai among them.
Since she could not stay, Tamamo set out to return home and see what was going on with her self-proclaimed teacher's supposed death.
She found the West Yōkai Faction to be, lightly put, disorganised.
Apparently, many felt uncertain on the veracity of Hagoromo's death. Theories ranging from it being a trick from their enemies or a trick of Hagoromo's herself. She is a Kitsune after all, few would put it past her.
Whatever the belief may be, the fact remains that the West Yōkai Faction had faced remarkably little fracturing by the time she arrived.
Tamamo had expected the entire Hyakki Yagyō to have fallen apart without an Ultimate-class Yōkai to stand at the head. Sure, there was Tsuchigumo, but she knows enough of the five-armed spider to know that he would never step up to the position.
But no, only a few Yōkai have left at all, and even fewer among that number left under poor terms. Well, no poorer terms than they already had.
That left Tamamo in a rather favourable position, whether she wanted to be or not. It certainly helps that Hagoromo Gitsune went around calling Tamamo her student, so most already saw her as the woman's successor. Especially once she became Ultimate.
It's not like she really wanted to take over the West Yōkai Faction—though she wasn't really opposed to the idea either. The deciding factor was simply that her family would be in trouble if the West Yōkai Faction were to fall apart entirely.
Tamamo obviously does not wish for any harm to come to her mother, and that matters more than any other factor. Though she does whish she considered the stress that comes with inheriting such a position.
Thinking of her mother reminds her of the endless praise she was showered with a week ago, when she returned to her village Ultimate, bringing a smile to her face.
"Something pleases you, Tamamo-sama?"
Broken from her thoughts, Tamamo's expression flattens as she turns her eyes to the Yōkai sitting across from her. Hakuzōzu is a Kitsune like her, though he hardly seems as such with a mask that makes him appear as if an owl and ears that more resemble antenna. Not to mention how he stands at nearly thrice her height and hides his tails.
He's been around for a while and is reasonably strong for it. Only a few steps away from Ultimate really, though she isn't certain if he has what it takes to make that leap. Against any Special Grade Sorcerer, or human in general, he should rarely even struggle to attain victory.
Except, of course, for Narauko.
She'd rather he not comment on her mood though...
He was a general of sorts in Hagoromo's Hyakki Yagyō, and Tamamo has no intention of changing that. He has the respect of his subordinates and is certainly competent enough.
"Nothing that concerns you, Hakuzōzu. And I told you to not use honorifics with me, I dislike them."
He nods amicably, but she knows he won't listen.
Men who are not agreeable are insufferable.
She's mostly managed to convince everyone to support her as the new leader of the West Yōkai Faction by now, through a truly exhausting effort that she certainly underestimated in difficulty. Yet still the most challenging part of doing so remains.
In order to fully convince the remaining holdouts, she only needs to do one more thing.
It almost sounds simple when put like that.
If only.
She needs to convince the Tsuchigumo to serve her, as Hagoromo did before her.
Once she does that, the faction will be hers in truth.
If only.
But Tsuchigumo is Ultimate just like her, only he has been such for longer than she has lived. That kind of life comes with a certain reputation, and Tamamo would be lying if she said she wasn't the slightest bit apprehensive.
Every Ultimate being becomes a living legend soon enough. She is the only exception due to the recency of the feat, and she is sure that someone will come and challenge her if she does not prove to be worthy of the title soon enough.
Another annoyance added to the pile. Who knew that hiding among the humans who would see her dead for so long would be the less stressful activity.
Hakuzōzu and her were just waiting for some of their subordinates to return after discussing the subject. It's not like she knows where he is right now, after all. But her faction certainly wouldn't lose him.
So she has just been waiting for her new subordinates to return with the news of his location so that she may convince him to serve her.
Which is why she does not fail to notice as her body is abruptly beset upon by a sudden sense of weight.
She is confused for a moment as the sensation doesn't cause her to react at all as she should, with caution and action. But that confusion does not last as the answer comes.
It's because it is Narauko.
Even subconsciously, his presence is no longer capable of causing her concern.
He would never threaten her, after all.
The presence coming along with him however... That, she could do without.
One thing that she forgot to consider, however, is that not everyone in the room might share in her opinions.
Tamamo's shadow abruptly extends to, and up the wall on her left, directly across from the seated Hakuzōzu. The Yōkai in question jumps straight to his feet, drawing his oversized spear and pointing it at the shadow.
Tamamo could have rushed to intervene...
Does anything more need be said on that?
Narauko steps into the room as Tamamo is sipping at her cup of saké, and she watches over the rim as he steps in her direction without a care in the world.
Hakuzōzu naturally interferes, planting his spear before Narauko's path, speartip a breath away from his neck.
"Identify yourself," Hakuzōzu commands, his voice deep and powerful, "Intruder."
Tamamo hides a smile behind her cup as Narauko simply tilts to the side slightly to go around the blade and does not even stop walking or so much as glance Hakuzōzu's way.
His eyes are only for her, and Tamamo will not deny the pleasure that brings her to see.
"Yo~! Ta-cha-ma-chan~!" Narauko thrusts his hands into the air as if he is an excited child as he greets her, and Tamamo completely fails to suppress her snort of laughter, causing her to splash saké on her nose.
Can she really be blamed for not expecting a greeting like that?
"Tama—" Hakuzōzu begins, clearly recognising from the shared laughter that Narauko is not an intruder, only to be interrupted as another man steps through the shadowed wall.
Sukuna.
It is... difficult. For her. Seeing him.
Simply put, Tamamo would like to kill him. She truly believes that he should die. Her lovely Narauko should not have to suffer the presence of a man so incredibly vile and hateful.
But... how could she do such a thing now?
Narauko has stopped hiding his presence, that much was clear to her immediately. Through her senses, she feels him so vividly. She does not need her eyes to know his mood.
Sukuna does not suppress himself either, though this is much less novel. But it does paint an unfortunate fact before her eyes.
She sees it in the way that their presences come together. Two entirely opposite forces brushing against one another, and yet they do not crash or conflict. They do not tear or boil. The disgusting miasma of Sukuna's Soul flows against the pure radiance of Naraukos and there is harmony.
She does not understand how, but she knows what she sees.
If anything, she feels part of them intermingle. Bits of Sukuna flowing into Narauko and vice versa, a fact that she detests in some part.
It's just... It's difficult for her, because seeing them together?
She can't kill Sukuna.
Doing so would be no different to ripping a chunk out of her beloved's heart.
She couldn't bring herself to do such a thing to him, and it is clear to her now that killing Sukuna would hurt Narauko the most.
Nothing can ever be simple with you, can it? Tamamo thinks to herself with fondness. She likes how novel he makes life.
She is pulled from her thoughts as Sukuna's mocking laughter fills the room, and Tamamo is more annoyed by the fact that the sound causes Narauko to halt and turn back instead of embracing her as he was so clearly about to do.
"Your lover is already adulterous," Sukuna mocks, looking down his nose at Narauko with a mean smile as he tilts his head in Hakuzōzu's direction. "And with such an unimpressive animal at that."
Tamamo feels herself frown, not at the implication, for it is baseless, but at the insult to her subordinate. However, Narauko's laughter prevents either of them from responding.
"Dude, come on! We just got here, why are you already picking fights?"
Sukuna shrugs, entirely uncaring. "The weak should know their place, not draw their weapons in the presence of their betters."
"Dude." Narauko's expression falls flat as he stares at Sukuna. "Now look what you've done."
As he speaks, Narauko gestures to Hakuzōzu and the palpable aura of his Osore leaking out. Tamamo herself is obviously above such a display, but she can at least admit that his control over his Osore is impressive even for her. Hakuzōzu certainly is not lacking in skill.
"Announce yourself, Human." Hakuzōzu demands, his voice a low growl with well restrained—but not hidden—anger. "This one is named Hakuzōzu, Yōkai of Western Skies. Raise your arms if you dare dishonour me so; this shame from you I shall not accept."
Narauko loudly groans in complaint before levelling a glare at Sukuna. "You always make things so difficult!"
Tamamo feels that she understands his meaning. Not just for the immediately obvious reasons, but because this has become a matter of honour to Hakuzōzu. Meaning that a refusal to fight would be worse than accepting, while accepting the fight must result in the death of at least one of them lest further dishonour be implied.
The only way she can see to diffuse this without insult by now would be if she were to take the insult of her subordinate unto herself and send Hakuzōzu away. That or she would just have to order him to let it go, despite the fact that doing so would erode his loyalty at a time where she really needs loyalty.
This is why I dislike the pride of the elderly, she thinks to herself with no small annoyance, even if he is more middle-aged by Yōkai standards.
The amount of times she has had to defer to fools because they are older than her is incredible. Talent should be the measure of one's pride, not age.
Though, perhaps that is only so easy to say because she is young and talented, not old and experienced. She isn't blind to the realities of these things.
However, before she can do so, Narauko once more beats her to the punch.
"Hakuzōzu-dono!" He exclaims, one hand raised high for attention. "Allow me to apologise for the shameful display of my subordinate! Sukuna-chan was raised by violent rock Spirits and has not been socialised properly yet! As his master, the shame of his words fall upon me, and so I hope that your honour can be satisfied with the knowledge that I shall lay appropriate reprimand upon my servant for his misbehaviour!"
A beat of silence passes as Sukuna slowly tilts his head to fix Narauko with a disbelieving stare.
"...Haaa?"
"No Techniques!" Narauko quickly yells, voice pitched to a squeal as Sukuna takes a threatening step in his direction.
Not even a second later, Tamamo has to cover her cup with her free hand to keep any dust from getting in as Narauko is thrown through the wall behind her by Sukuna's fist.
Tamamo is ironically rather glad at this moment that the West Yōkai Faction is in the state that it is. Otherwise, the rapid sounds of destruction would concern her a great deal more. As it is, however, there are few Yōkai around. A little bit of roughhousing is nothing new for those that remain anyway.
"Tamamo-sama..." Hakuzōzu begins, trailing off awkwardly as the sound of violence spreads. She's feeling pretty awkward herself with the air they left behind. "Who are those Humans?"
How does she even begin to answer that?
She is fairly certain that Hakuzōzu is disregarding Sukuna's words as baseless insults lacking any grounding in reality, which is convenient for her because she isn't sure how he'd respond to her calling Narauko her lover. He might oppose, he might support. She simply does not know.
His opinion obviously would not affect her at all, but it would still be a pain to lose his loyalty. Perhaps once her faction is more composed, she will be in a good enough position to announce her relationship and either kill or exile any who cause a commotion about it.
For now though, she does not wish to bother with it.
"A friend and his attached pox," she answers, and Hakuzōzu does not need to ask who is the friend and who is the pox. "Narauko is not a threat to concern yourself over, and it would be best if you refrain from treating them as threats until such a thing becomes necessary. For now, go and organise whoever is currently unoccupied and prepare them to receive direction."
Once again, Hakuzōzu does not need to ask about her choice of phrasing, leaving him to quickly accept his new orders. She gave them in part just to get him away from Sukuna, but also because she'd like to have some men available should Narauko be here for anything important that would need the manpower.
"As you will, Tamamo-sam—"
The wall to her right explodes inwards with enough force to leave her hair violently fluttering, even if her expression remains unchanged.
Her and Hakuzōzu both watch as Narauko stands from the dust, opposite the hole his body made in the room, just in time to catch a blur shooting through said hole.
She watches Narauko catch Sukuna's left arm as it swings for his head, then his right, before also locking the Curse's leg as it rises in a kick, leaving them with three limbs locked in place.
Somehow, Tamamo almost thought that this would mean an end to their... squabble?
But no, of course not. Instead, an orb of Cursed Energy is rapidly formed and released from Narauko's mouth, puncturing straight through Sukuna's throat and into Hakuzōzu, who bats it aside with the back of his hand.
Sukuna responds by hopping up from his one available limb and twisting to kick Narauko in the chest, sending Narauko back into the wall—cracking it—and giving Sukuna space to regenerate.
"You said no Techniques!" Sukuna yells, affronted. At the same time, he swings an arm in a wide arc, which in turn causes Narauko to squeal like a little girl and drop to the floor right as a massive gash opens up through the top of the wall and a chunk of the roof.
Sunny day, Tamamo idly muses as she looks at the sky through the latest hole in her building.
"Disproportionate response!!!" Narauko screams back, almost sounding genuinely terrified. Almost. "That wasn't even a Technique it was just Cursed Energy you Bi—EEE!"
Narauko screams again as he dives to the side, leaving Sukuna to put yet another hole in her wall.
"Wait-wait unlce! Unlce!"
Uncle? Tamamo questions, but it's easy to brush the strange choice of phrase off since it's Narauko saying it.
Yet as she watches the two of them run laps around her room—sending Hakuzōzu away in the meantime, she can only wonder one thing.
...Must this take place here?
It is comical in its absurdity. Especially when she watches Narauko roll across her ceiling in defiance of gravity as Sukuna chases from behind, putting yet more holes in her ceiling.
Who shows up to someone else's residence just to fight amongst themselves? What does she have to do with this?
Tamamo takes another sip of her saké as she watches the two of them play around in their own little world. It's almost enough to have her forget Sukuna's nature. She may still not understand how it is that Narauko can consider the man a friend, but...
Well, it would be foolish to make any attempt to deny that the friendship is real after seeing this.
Things seem to come to a head with Narauko cowering in a corner, arms help up in a defensive stance as Sukuna charges him down, going for a flying kick straight into the armguard.
"Waitwaitwai—" Narauko pleads, however, the very moment that Sukuna's legs leave the floor, Tamamo watches Naraukos entire posture shift as a smug grin appears on his face.
"Gotcha~" Narauko coos, and Sukuna clearly recognises the trap too late as his foot connects with Narauko and disappears, quickly followed by the rest of his body as the man flies into Narauko as if he were a gourd, scowling with an insult on his lips just a moment too slow to be heard. "Nom."
He must have forced Sukuna to charge into his shadow, Tamamo concludes, her lips twitching in amusement as Narauko swaggers forward. The cocky, smug expression is especially amusing when contrasted with the pitiful display from earlier, something that he clearly plays up to make her laugh.
It works. Not that she would make any attempt to resist the amusement anyway.
However, amusing he may be, Tamamo is still a little bit annoyed by the destruction. It isn't as if any of this will be difficult to fix or anything, but her rule is still new, so events like this are poorly timed.
She still thinks that she wants to play that little annoyance up regardless. She has been a bit stressed recently after all; teasing Narauko a bit seems to be the perfect medicine in her mind.
But then Narauko throws his arms into the air and yells, "Tama-wama-chan~!" With such a blinding grin that all prior thoughts and feelings are forgotten from her mind in place of a girlish giggle and fond, warm fuzziness in her bosom.
Her saké is easily set aside to return his lunging embrace, and in that moment, she feels at peace. All the minor stresses built up over the past week melt away under the warmth of his body, the comfortable squeeze of his arms, the Love that she feels for him, returned twice as strong.
"I missed you, my Love" Narauko murmurs into her neck, his arms around her waist as her own wrap around his neck. One of her hands idly brushes into the hair on the back of his head, noting absently that he still hasn't cut it.
"I have missed you also, Dear" she returns, enjoying the peace of the moment.
Unfortunately, the moment does not last, no matter how much she would prefer it to never end.
Narauko pulls away from her abruptly, looking for a moment confused before his gaze snaps down to his own feet where a look of great shock and insult overcomes him.
"Hey what are you doing!?!" Narauko yells at the floor, an odd visual for her, as his shadow pools around him and causes him to drop as if standing on water. "Stop breaking my stuff Ass—!"
The yell is cut away as his head disappears below, leaving Tamamo sitting alone in a silence that feels odd for all the rambunctiousness earlier.
A moment passes where she simply stares forward, a tad stunned. Mentally, she repeats the previous few minutes, and she can't help but chuckle a little bit at how flat-footed she has been left.
It is as if a hurricane just past through. Her calm day turned so rambunctious so quickly and just as fast has returned to calm.
For no discernible reason.
A creaking sound draws her gaze to the side, and she watches dispassionately as another chunk of her ceiling strains and snaps, crashing onto the floor amongst the rest of the debris.
Idly, her hands return to her saké, taking her cup in one hand and her gourd in the other before pouring herself some more. As she enjoys another sip, her eyes trail around the room—or what is left of it anyway—and another amused sigh leaves her.
It's strange. Incredibly strange. But...
She feels happy. Perhaps a little bit bitter as well, or maybe ashamed?
She lived over seventy years without peer or equal, and the joy that she felt upon first meeting with Narauko and finding someone who could keep up despite not having centuries of age over her is difficult to verbalise.
The grief that followed in knowing that she was not good enough to bring that same satisfaction to him in turn hurt more than she could have imagined.
So even if she doubted it at first, and even if she has many qualms about his character, Tamamo can honestly say that she is happy. Because Sukuna makes Narauko happy, that much is blatant enough, and it is enough for her.
But it is also a somewhat bitter happiness, because that is a position that she wanted to hold.
Yet...
She is stronger than he is, now. Stronger than both of them are; she is Ultimate.
...It isn't enough.
Seeing the two of them together...
It is clear to her that their only peers are themselves.
And there is a part of that that is crushing to notice, she will not deny. Perhaps in another time, this realisation would have ruined her, filled her with enough anguish to drown the world in wrath.
But he has shown her a better path than that. Life is more than any one thing, and Love is as varied as the hearts of men.
It would be an insult to the love that they share to denigrate it with the implication that it must be absolute in all things.
The simple fact is that Tamamo Loves Narauko, and she knows that he Loves her just as dearly. Moreso, even. To pretend otherwise would be foolish.
It is simply also a fact that he has found his equal in Sukuna, not in her. Any deriding of this on her part would be little more than petty jealousy.
If only it were so simple as to believe one's own words.
Pushing those thoughts away, Tamamo focuses instead on the present. Namely, on her building.
Fortunately, it truly is a simple matter to fix. Even just with her Yōjutsu alone she would have no issues doing so herself. However, for her it is even simpler.
The Black Flash that she hit some two weeks ago now did much more than bring her across the brink and into Ultimate-class, even if it did take her a few days to really realise what had happened.
In fact, it might have only been in that moment where Shōshi-sama came to her defence that it happened.
The moment that her Osore awoke.
Prejudice.
It is the fear of preconceived notions, of presumptions based in belief rather than fact, in bias over reason.
In simpler terms, her Osore is the fear of one's own fears coming true.
Among other things, this Osore of hers allows her to make her illusions into reality—to a degree—and thus, it is with little more than a wave her her hand that the room around her corrects itself to perfection. Every piece of damage and debris simply fades away as the holes and cracks all mend.
Tamamo only chooses not to fix the damage outside of this room as well because she believes it will be good to have others do it for her. Having them do as she say will further impress upon their minds that she is in charge now.
And then she simply waits, though she does not have to wait for long before a shadow begins to pool on her wall, nearly exactly as it had done ten minutes prior.
Narauko steps out first, sedately followed by Sukuna, both of them appearing as if taking a relaxing stroll through the garden. Were it not for Narauko's robes missing its sleeves, there would be no indication that they had just been fighting.
"Tamamasama-chan~!" Narauko greets as is nothing is amiss, and she still fails entirely to withhold her smile at the latest variation to her name. Surely there are only so many ways he can twist it, right?
"Narara-chan~." She returns, though her amusement belays her from matching his enthusiasm.
He still laughs heartily as he moves to sit beside her, a sound that she very much enjoys. His arm finds itself naturally curling around her wait and pulling them together, something that she does not resist, while Sukuna sits to the side, putting Narauko between them both.
"Saké?" She asks, receiving two sets of nods, one enthusiastic and the other almost affronted at having to be asked. One guess as to who is who...
A flex of thought manifests two fresh cups for her guests and her gourd moves by itself to fill them both.
She finds it terribly amusing the way that both of their eyes follow the movement of her Osore with such incredible curiosity. Though, contrary to Narauko's curiosity that she feels warm to face, Sukuna's attention feels more akin to a medical dissection.
Once the drinks have been poured, Tamamo asks the question that has been burning at her.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"You say that like I need a reason to visit~," Narauko whines back at her with pout, to which she merely raises a brow at him.
"Such a conclusion may be reached when one's messages are left unanswered," she says, and he flinches a little bit at that, scratching the back of his head and laughing awkwardly.
"Ahaha, uhhh, soo~oorry? I was attaining enlightenment, of a sort." He grins, visibly excited beyond words. "We both hit a Black Flash! It's amazing, but it's also so... I don't know, large? Like my head was all muddled by an influx of noise that I was incapable of noticing before. I needed some time to meditate and centre myself, I'm really sorry if you felt neglected, I'll make it up to you?"
A beat passes and then she snorts in amusement. Unfortunately, Sukuna does so at the exact same time, causing them to lock eyes and annoying her greatly. She decides to do the smart thing and simply ignore him however and turns back to Narauko.
"I am a Yōkai, Narauko. A week or two is no time at all, and I am not so shallow as to lack in understanding that you may be occupied. I had heard of your achievement you know? I doubt anyone has not heard of the two of you by now. It is not often the landscape of this Realm is reshapen, certainly not by mortals. That much is unheard of."
A shaking head from Sukuna draws their eyes before Narauko can respond, unfortunately leading to her having to hear that man's voice.
"This coddling you share is sickening," he comments, and not to harp on about the same thing, but it is good that Tamamo is not a hot-headed Yōkai. If she were an Oni instead of a Kitsune, this interaction would surely become less peaceful. "If all you shall do is pamper one another then I am leaving."
"Leaving where?" Narauko immediately counters, surprising her a little bit for some reason with his mocking tone. Though, to call it mocking... He just doesn't have the sort of voice that mocks. "I am the one who can teleport, not you."
"My own personal carriage." Now that is a mocking tone of voice.
"Oi." Narauko complains, his expression playfully annoyed as he makes a threat that she is fairly certain he cannot pull through with. "I'll throw you into Yomi."
Izanami-Ōkami is not one to allow her Realm to be crossed so casually, and she is not a being that can simply be overcome.
Yet, Sukuna surprises them both by seeming almost... bittersweet in his response. Not quite to that point, at face value his tone and expression remain little different. But neither Tamamo nor Narauko are unobservant.
"...That's fine."
She shares a brief glance with Narauko and easily accepts his unspoken request to not comment. He is a considerate man, after all, and it is clear that demanding elucidation from Sukuna would result in nothing good.
And so the moment passes and she moves on.
"Regardless," Tamamo begins again with her original question. "What is it that brings you here?"
Narauko grins as if her question were a joke and very conspicuously turns himself to be directly facing Sukuna even as he answers to her.
"An apology," he answers simply, sounding incredibly smug as he does.
Tamamo follows his gaze to Sukuna, somewhat surprised herself that a thing like him would play along with Narauko's... Naraukoness.
The man in question holds Narauko's gaze for a moment longer before turning to face Tamamo directly, and she is honestly even further surprised to see his expression devoid of reluctance or disgust. It is what she would have expected of him in this circumstance.
"It is good that you live." Sukuna's words hang in the air for a moment before he simply turns his attention away and back to his saké as if to say that he is done with this interaction.
...Is that even an apology? Tamamo wonders to herself.
Narauko seems pleased by the words, almost as if the apology is for him and not for her, and that is good enough for Tamamo. It isn't as if she particularly wanted an apology from Sukuna anyway.
She simply understands that such words could never be sincere when spoken from his mouth, so what would be the point? Though, she doesn't detect any hint of falsehood to his words.
That doesn't make much sense to her. Why would he ever prefer anyone but himself continue to live?
With an internal sigh, Tamamo merely nods her head and says, "Apology accepted."
The two of them both look at her oddly...
It seems that I still have a ways to go before I can say that I truly understand Humans, Tamamo thinks.
Why else would she feel so confused about this interaction?
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
FUCKING SUKUNAAAA!!!
Motherfucker is such an asshole man! Completely ruined my fucking chapter! Piece of shit! Who the fuck picks fights that fucking quickly!!! Like bro you just fucking got there!!!
God damn that pissed me off. Literally ruined the whole chapter and made it take like 3 extra days to write. And now ts wound up being so long that it's an entire chapter and I didn't get to do the other pov I wanted to add, so now I'm gonna have to extend this scene into the next fucking chapter and write the other pov then!
Fucking Sukuna is such a fucking bastard! I wish I could imagine a version of him that isnt an asshole! But I can't! Because this is Sukuna! Fuck!
Fucking piece of shit ruining my chapter... wastin my time researching haku-fukin-whateverzozu just to have him fuckin sent away immediately cuz sukuna's such a fucking miserable cunt...
:(
Anywho, what do you think of tamamo's Osore? I was split between doing either 'inevitability' or 'the fear of fears becoming true', which by the way there isn't a single word that defines that apparently. I figured that I already did inevitability with masakado and went with 'preconception' to be her osore, bt then I looked at a dictionary and realised that prejudice is a synonym for that and also just insanely fitting for the subplot I've been developing between the yokai and humans,
So I think it's neat :P
But yeah, more tamamo next chap, tho from narauko's pov, where I'll actually get to the fucking point I wanted to here about the more minutia of what's going on with the yokai factions :3