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>>46465395
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It's incredible the lengths a few words can go~

My blurry copy and I are locked in clinches of punches and kicks for a long while, vicious shockwaves making the air turn stale; next moment, my Ki screams and my arms move, taking hold of Fakeling's arm and hurling her above my shoulder, Gungnir going through her heart—

—but it doesn't stop there as Lady Remilia splits into three more copies in bursts of scarlet flames, and, with each holding a scarlet spear, I'm now being assailed by four spears, small cuts and protrusions exuding blood yet doing nothing to slow my overdrive, blood pumping as if an active volcano. One spear comes a little too off and, taking hold of it, I pull the copy to me and punch her head off, using this Gungnir to mutilate the others before my copy rejoins, handling it as if a Bo staff and thrusting into the fake copies'—hm…—hearts, meeting head on Lady Remilia and my copy next; though the last combatant soon enters together with echoing maniacal laughter: Flandre crashes down onto us, throwing away mine and Lady Remilia’s copy, the younger vampire holding a familiar mini-hakkero on each hand—

Teeth clenched, I deflected her left arm, the Master Spark howling just to my side—but Flan's other arm was coming towards me, the hakkero blistering with rainbow energy. “HA-YA!” An explosion of Ki sends her back just enough for me to kick up and redirect the second Master Spark towards the skies. Frustrated, Flan throws the mini-hakkeros away, her blurry form advancing with suddenly a massive anchor in her hands, a swoop and—

—A great tsunami came out of nowhere, my eyes bulging but concentration never faltering, Ki accumulating, and, with one explosive attack, the wave opened as if the Red Sea, the copies using the veil of mud water to descend upon me, Lady Remilia with this weird staff I recall seeing somewhere as Flan herself decided for something much more terrifying in Reimu's—no, they're a tad different… Hana's?—Hakurei Spheres and a gohei, the close-quarters three versus one a blessing in disguise, as here, overwhelmed by sheer number and power, is where martial arts shine the brightest. Their attacks were deflected by my Gungnir and hot shots were taken, dodging as if water through each thrust and beautifully weaving between the two smaller vampires and my copy's powerful blows—experience makes out for power most of the time, that image of a bloody mess fighting for her life gone.

Lady Patchiouli's words, Sekai's words and that hug…

… All echoed inside and infused in these muscles to create the image of physicality Gensokyo so much ignores. This is where the epitome of the body lies!

Even if the circumstances scream otherwise, even if this world is crumbling apart and burning, with pink thunderbolts crashing down onto Earth, it is here, on the battlefield, with a massive smile amidst sweat and blood, that I thank you for gifting me this chance to once again celebrate this worth of mine, Sekai.

A tinge of magic reverberates.

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It's almost like a calculated game of chess, fighting another magician face-to-face. Sigils of Baphomet spew flames all around as sounds that I'm way too familiar with reverberate in the background—Master Sparks? Seriously, brat?—With a small chuckle, Fakechouli's blurry image gave rise to even more blurry sigils that blurted out magic of all kinds, one hand still mimicking me and holding a growing Sigil of Baphomet with flames so bright they were beginning to burn through my ghost skin. All the while, one of my hands created perhaps the greatest logical puzzle the magical world has ever seen: body and mind divided between keeping the brat at bay, halting myself from thought and still maintaining the magnum opus of a spell. Sweat poured down my forehead and baptized my simple grin…

Exhilarating challenge.

Ice spears, thunderbolts and boulders, chains of gold so pure it could make one cry; and a multitude of infinite combinations and theatrical magical feats—Sekai was firing everything at us…

… All to merely show off!

This child!

You want the world to see you, don't you? Your mothers to hear you? Your screams and your might; your capabilities; everything you'll rain down on Gensokyo should your humble wishes be ignored! For an entire year, I suffered and saw suffering. I am empathetic towards your poor father and would kill him anyway!

You could've done the same; could've chosen routes that cared not for mine or Meiling's souls; you could've used us as tools to get to your goals easily, but you did not…

This cage is our hell—it's everything you know.

… For anyone, it'd have been unbearable to be here alone.

After today, not anymore.

As I'm hearing you now, brat! I'm here and I'm essential for your foolish plan!

Premeditated or not, this is my eulogy for you, Sekai! A year of suffering, a year of freedom from a dying body—a year for me, two million years for you.

For our family that'll never be.

I didn't think.

It just happened.

>>44821475
You mean to say you wouldn't date someone because she has weird friends?
Forget rejecting her, Hong would never go out with someone so shallow in the first place!

>>44728444
Hongpersonation is a serious crime you know!

Less politics
More Hong