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It was only about an hour and a half into the session if the clock on the torii was any indicator. They took their places with Marisa's back to the shrine, the excuse that they rather loudly announced to no one, was that none of Hana's danmaku could damage it.

Anon himself sat out on the grass a distance away while Aunn sat on his lap, she had his arms around her like a restraint. A strange irritation joined her conscious mind.

Marisa had shouted, about 10 feet away, "just focus on your dodging and remember the basics. No need to worry about returning too much fire, your danmaku won't be as strong without your Gohei to channel it anyways!"

Hana nodded and shouted her understanding as they began, both were on the ground, and started out on the rock path to the shrine proper. The setup was obvious to her as Marisa sent her first wave of magic.

The magic didn't expand out too widely, and she seemed to be using the stone path as a guide, made sense considering that staff had appeared out of nowhere before to warn her when she tried breaking the barrier. Hana was unused to the footwork at first as she ducked and weaved through the magic blasts that harmlessly dissipated on the stone and wood of the treeline and torii.

Still, she quickly regained her senses and felt liberated as her mind cleared from the guilt and desire of earlier. She was focused now, able to nearly dance around her blasts, the basics were the same after all as in the air.

Find openings, exploit them, keep an eye on the next bullet, beware the slow ones till they dissipated. Her competitive spirit flared up as she summoned her own magics now, channeling the blessing inherent in her bloodline she sent forth weak but still annoying slivers of light that emulated her needles.

Marisa didn't slouch, her teacher's legs didn't move nearly as much as Hana's seemed too, yet Marisa somehow had no issue in dodging what came her way. She even had the time to shout, "Come on Hanarin, if you fire them any slower I'll dodge them while I nap ze!"

Hana wanted to put on a good show for Anon and Aunn but Marisa upped the game somewhat, no spellcards were cast but the waves became denser and more elaborate. It was pushing her back, Hana could manage but the pattern was strange.

It wasn't like her normal, it was akin to the kind she used to fix more rowdy youkai in place. As she was pushed back to the torii and the hidden entrance it dawned on her, now was the chance to throw off any prying eyes!

Another shout from the firepower loving mage reached her ears despite her vision being filled with the her bullets, "No way you'll dodge this Hanarin! Just try to keep on your feet ze~!"

Hana saw a beam of light pierce out from the haze of bullets, it was small and clearly not anything impressive in comparison to what her teacher could put out. Still, Hana didn't have a moment after to think as she felt one impact with no warning.

Hana's exposed midriff suddenly felt a prickling burning pain as she doubled over onto the ground. The pain was less than what she endured in training but not by a huge amount.

All at once the bullets dissipated, and Marisa called out to her, "you alright Hanarin? I figured I'd surprise you with the pattern I use to deal with rowdy youkai that don't like to play by the rules." She called out to her father too, "a weak version of course!"

Anon nodded in acknowledgement as Marisa trotted up. Hana was getting back onto her feet when Marisa called out again, "Woah take it easy there ze! You took that hit pretty hard you know?" Marisa guided her a foot or two to the torii's pillar, "here, why don't you err... take a few minutes or so to rest ze. I'll go ahead and get a cold pack just in case, okay?"

Of course, her danmaku wouldn't cause any injuries at the power she put into it but that was fine, the crux of the barrier seemed to be here like what Marisa said. Hana closed her eyes, acting the part of the weakened trainee.

She closed her eyes as one of her hands touched the cool wood of the pillar itself. The stone chilled her butt and exposed thighs that peeked out from the miniskirt. She focused like her mother trained her in detecting barriers. A last bitter taste in her mouth was forgotten as she recalled her lessons.

The barrier here... it was... massive.

The only word to describe it was such, it was unlike the great barrier she was trained to check up on, or the ones put up by her mother as example. Those had been solid, impenetrable even as the ones her mother made had decades of experience behind them.

This one was different, it was like the skin of a drum in how it was pulled taut over this prison. It had elements of a protective barrier able to withstand forces from both the outside and inside, but it was so much more.

Like the great barrier it seemed to have layers of time built in, Hana's mind tried to comprehended it, but like a vast mountain with its peak in the clouds it was unseeable.

Marisa had takes up 1/3 of this entire drawing