Post by freshstrawberries on Dec 5, 2023 22:30:11 GMT
(Continuation of Daily Routine)
'Congratulations Tsubaki, you're a real shrine maiden now!'
Slowly Tsubaki rolled over. Her hand still clutched the broken gohei as the other went to press on the rocky ground. Her eyes were wide, and she was covered in a cold sweat from her exposure to Shinobou's reiatsu. Her eyes were locked on the holy tool, broken in her hand.
'I got you a gift even, given you're official and all now, you need a proper gohei of your own yeah?'
'Why is it...so long?'
'Well, remember how when you were little, you'd brandish my gohei, calling it your Nyoi Bo?'
'Urk!'
She managed to get to her knees, hunched over, both hands now on the broken tool. Her eyes wandered, one of the paper ribbons was shorter than the other, it had been sliced through cleanly. It was almost a more intimidating display than actually breaking the staff itself. Tsubaki didn't react when Ken spoke to her, she didn't even react to the hand on her shoulder. Even with Shinobou suppressing her reiatsu again, the girl remained hunched, breathing hard. She could see a bead of cold sweat drip off her nose, narrowly missing what was left of her gohei. There was a strange feeling in the air, and Shinobou would feel the piece she was holding quivering slightly, and if she or Ken looked, the severed piece of paper ribbon was slowly moving across the ground, almost as if being blown by a breeze towards Tsubaki.
'Hey, hey calm down I'm just kidding, I'm kidding honest! Relax Suba! It's because you're studying Bojutsu!'
'That better be why.'
'Hehehe, c'mooon dont' look at me that way. I've got my bat, Makoto's got her weird mask, once you eventually get old enough to start being sent off on your own you'll need something too! It's even specially reinforced! So uh...probably can't take it to school.'
It had been years since Sakura died. Yet at times it still felt far too fresh. Tsubaki liked Makoto, but Sakura had...felt like family. She'd given Tsubaki this gohei only a few weeks before the trip that...
"Please." Tsubaki said it so quietly neither of the other two would hear her. There was a pressure in the air, distinct and clear. It was nothing compared to Shinobou's, a light breeze compared to a hurricane, but it was still palpable. Tsubaki could feel something in that broken fragment of gohei, a pulsing that seemed almost frantic in rhythm, the rapid heartbeat of something on the verge of death, at least that's how it felt to her.
It was core to Shinto believes that everything had a soul, from animals, to rocks to everyday objects. The entire concept of Tsukomogami was one that spanned countless youkai of myth and legend, from umbrella to sheets of cloth and more. Was this the soul of her gohei? It's last desperate gasp before it simply died?
Her own heart was pounding out of her chest. She could feel tears welling in her eyes. That piece that Shinobou was holding was quivering, vibrating, tangibly pulling against her grasp. All she'd have to do was let go, and it would dip towards the ground, but not touch it floating through the air, gradually picking up speed along with the rest of its pieces. "Please." It was louder this time, she could feel her pulse racing, her head was pounding, she was clutching her broken gohei tightly as if trying to keep its soul from escaping. This couldn't happen! This was Sakura's last gift to her! One of the only things she had to remember her by! "You can't die!"
Her spirit flared, and the fragments of her gohei rushed towards, her body engulfed in blue light, spiritual energy flaring around her as she finally realized what was happening around her. Her eyes widened as she saw the broken fragments swirling around her, starting to slowly place themselves where they had been when they were one hole, she felt a pressure force, lifting the gohei and she rose with it before...
There was a flash, and a sudden streak of black before Tsubaki let out a shrill cry of surprise. There was a heavy crash, and dust billowed out as Tsubaki rose up into the air before falling, landing on her back with a thud, hitting her head and wincing, eyes shut as the dust billowed past her.
When she opened them she could only stare in awe. There had appeared in this great, artificial wasteland, a tremendous black pillar. It reached up towards the false sky as if to support it upon its great, black expanse. The false sunlight glittered off of a spiraling pattern of gold and gleamed beautifully from a ring at the very top. It was wide, wide enough that any one of them could have stood inside were it hollow, perhaps even two if they crowded in tightly. A strange, black pillar, thrusting upright from the cracked ground.