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Hana never knew something could skid in the air, yet that was what happened as the sleigh seemed to shutter to a halt threatening the two gigantic sacks of in the back of the sled. Yukari spoke first, “St. Nicholas, I don’t suppose you’d care to end this farce? You have not prevailed even onc-“

One world stilled the air, ‘Silence’

Hana could barely believe the pressure that came off of a simple word, “Yakumo Yukari, your crimes are as many as I had ink to write with. This year you’ve been especially naughty, and you believe you have the right to do as you please! If I listed your sins here we’d never start our little side show! Yet know that I will never let you do as you please to the young and innocent.”

There was something she’d never seen in Yukari’s posture before, fear. However, the booming and once Jolly voice continued, “And you Kasen Ibaraki, as you call yourself now. Your crimes are not as numerous, but to betray a friend and lead such a tender girl astray? Have you no shame?!”

Kasen winced, despite the brevity of his word she winced, “Kanako Yasaka, you who are happy to profit off of the misfortune of this land while proclaiming herself a god among gods. Is your pride so valuable that you’d carry out the same turn of events that lead you to your first downfall?”

Kanako had little visible reaction, she only seemed to tense further, “Mamizou Futatsuiwa, you can live as you please yet you choose to lead others astray for vanity and false glory of a time long past. Why do you refuse to do good despite having the power?!”

A ‘tsk’ escaped her lips as she slipped the pipe away into her kimono, “Byakuren Hijri, you claim to bridge the gap of your pet monsters and the humans of your charge, yet you care little of their lots in truth. You sit ideally by keeping the worst of them in limbo for fear of change while clinging to life and lying to yourself about some grand mission!”

Hana noticed only that a hand went up to her chest and some sutras were chanted, “Reimu Hakurei, every year I’ve come with hope for you, every year I’m disappointed. Now you choose to face me with bright eyes hope, yet I can only pray you’ll stick the course this time.”

Reimu tightened her grip on her Gohei, “Okina Matara, how many would be broken in your hands? How many will you twist in your perversions, and all for what? To ease your boredom for a few moments? You could not protect your own following and you cannot protect the twisted land you‘ve helped create!”

Okina’s chair hovered there perfectly still, yet even then Hana could tell the frustration that drifted out of it, “Miko Toyosatomimi. You see the problem before you, yet you sequester yourself away thinking yourself all the more superior and for what? A few more years of your life before your own idleness steals away your edge? Why do you refuse to act for the betterment of those you claim to care for? You are no different than the monk that you claim as your rival.”

Miko’s body was as stoic as she’d heard, “finally you, sweet child who has been thrown into events beyond her control” His eyes, blazing eyes now showing nothing but pity and remorse to someone he has never met before, “It is not to late, turn back from your ways and become as you were, you have been naughty this year. And yet I cannot fault you, for it has been these devils that harmed you…”

He jumped, vaulting over the edge of his sleigh as it charged away from the man, despite his large belly and bushy beard his body itself was imposing in a way that even the oni would envy. It was if a fire had burned behind him the size of a mountain. The gnomes sat back with the sleigh, eyes watching the two sides as if there were nothing else left in the world. Santa raised his hand, mittened and looking soft to the touch yet above it swirled a danmaku pellet that spun in greens and reds.

Like that, without another word or signal it began.

Like a flash of lightning, it was seen first then felt, a flurry of pellets erupted form both sides. A variable tidal wave swept forth from the fighters, it was impossible to dodge as to dodge meant that there was a space clear in which to move into. It should’ve been over in the first volley and before a single spell card was used, yet with horror Hana saw how that man and the single pellet he held in his open palm appeared behind them as if he teleported.

That is not what happened however, it was only a flash and the human eye should not have made it out, yet she saw it nevertheless. Like taking a casual walk down the road, he simply moved past them all and despite the causality of it all there was no way even Hana could brave such a storm. However, it seemed that they were expecting this and they were already moving by the time the pellet in his hand exploded into a burst of reds, greens, whites, golds, and silvers. The sheer size and density of the shots made Hana dance around to merely avoid his attacks, and she wasn’t even the target.

A bit late, but its the intention that counts, right?