#wild dance of kyoto

[eleiyaumei]

Hakuōki: Wild Dance of Kyōto: Okita Sōji

(Somebody probably already made GIFs of these scenes but I couldn’t find them...)

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[pumpkin-patch-cat]

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[ninapi]

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Frantically in love ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: He let you go once and that was a mistake. Rekindling his relationship with his first and only love proved to be a difficult task for a man like Nanami.

Word Count: 3170

Note: You can read the first chapter here. 😊

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Chapter 2: Overtime

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Time goes by fast when all you do is work.

Coming back to the academy was a low blow for Nanami. If he ever felt like he had made a mistake by letting you go, he was now certain, maybe running away from this wasn’t the best idea, or maybe he should have gone to Kyoto, be with his girlfriend, continue living like a sorcerer, just live, like a person not a machine.

For all he knows, he could be dead already if he had followed that path, but maybe, just maybe, his life would have been better, brighter, with you by his side.

“Nanamin!! You gotta come see this! There’s this ridiculously beautiful woman in the training grounds. I would dare to say even in the same league as Jennifer Lawrence.” an exasperated sigh could be heard leaving Nanami’s body, he was clearly not interested, but his fondness towards the youngster made him walk with him anyways.

“Told you already, I’m not interested in dating anyone.”

“Who said I’m letting you keep her? She does look older but who knows, maybe she likes younger guys!” the ridiculousness of it all made Nanami chuckle in between scoffs, he was a bit too much at times.

He wasn’t expecting, however, to see the love of his life standing there, flower petals dancing around you in the wind, like a scene coming out of a movie.

“Sensei, they said we can leave our things over there. I think you can leave now.”

“Will you be able to sleep without her?” Todo kept on bugging poor Kamo, he wasn’t a momma’s or daddy’s baby boy, he was sensei’s baby boy, and was still pretty dependent of you even if he was almost a man by now. He even tried to get his clan to accept you as his future bride, that’s how much he wanted you to continue being by his side, but you had to reject said offer as your heart was already taken and you cared way too much for the boy, he was like a son to you.

“Stop bugging him, Aoi-Chan, or you’ll have to face me again. Go, Nori-kun, I’ll be in a hotel downtown if you need me.” he just nodded, blushing slightly at his teammate’s provocations, he was normally respected by his team, but sometimes it was just too easy to tease him, and that would normally make him a better match in a fight.

“(Y/N…?)”

You could recognize that voice anywhere, turning to face the owner of the mellow voice you’ve missed so dearly, you lost your own at the sight, “Ken-chan…?”

“Ken-Chan? What? Do you know the pretty lady Nanamin? Life is so unfair I was sure I would get her number…Or wait! Can you actually get it for me? You know, put in a good word for me and stuff?” Yuji was once again being ridiculous, but thanks to his antics you both ended up laughing, lifting the heavy air around you away.

“What brings you here? I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with this world anymore…” your eyes glossed over, you still felt hurt, betrayed even, he just stopped calling you one day. No more messages, no more visits. He just let your relationship die out, seemingly for his carrier, yet he didn’t even have the decency to reply to your multiple messages or pick up a single one of your calls.

“Nanamin is training me. He’s super strong, it’s crazy.”

“Oh…um…I see…” so he was willing to come back to this life for a kid but not for you. Maybe Nori-Kun would still take you…a wild thought in an awful situation, mind you.

“I gotta go. Please don’t hurt my boy too much, I’m stronger than your teacher, you don’t wanna face my wrath if I see one too many bruises on his face.” smiling at Yuji, you walked away, unable to meet Nanami’s eyes.

He’s aged so much, you could see with a single glance how much he’s overworked himself, his face was thinner, his beautiful eyes carried bags underneath them now, very much bruised by the lack of sleep, yet he’s still as devilishly handsome as ever.

“Wait, (Y/N) please...” he grabbed your wrist gently, turning you around to face him. You didn’t want to talk to him right now, you had to process this, truth is you didn’t know he’d be there, otherwise you wouldn’t have come. You always thought about him, still wished to see him even if it was one last time, but you knew it would hurt, it would burn deep in your heart, the love you had for each other was supposed to be invincible, yet he gave you up so easily.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to talk about between us, Kento. You left me without a word. Months before our wedding, you just disappeared from my life. I thought you were dead!” you were now sobbing; the pain was still digging deeply within you even after all these years.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry…I know this will sound like an excuse but I kindda lost my way, I lost my sense of self, just didn’t know how to deal with how much I missed you and how desperate I felt without you in my life…” your crying just intensified, the pet name pouring salt into the wound, while Nanami welcomed your shaky self into the warmth of his strong arms.

You’ve missed this man so badly. He still used the same cologne, still smelled like freshly laundered shirts coming out of the dryer. His arms were stronger now, his face even more chiseled. He looked so different yet still the same.

He was still the same tall lanky boy you met on your first day of school, the one who stole all your firsts.

Your first crush.

First love.

First kiss.

First time.

First heartbreak.

“Wait what? You were marrying this hottie, Nanamin? Wow, and I thought Gojo sensei was the one that hauled all the babes around.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his words, seemed like Gojo senpai hadn’t changed one bit.

“Itadori could you please just shut up? Leave us, boy.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll leave you with your girlfriend?…hm…fiancée? or is it wife? Baby mama? Hmmm yeah, I like the sound of that one, let’s go with that.” Nanami just wanted to kill the poor boy, he really needed to shut up right now. Though he reminded him of Yu, his best and his worse…

You thought the very same thing, gifting one of your lovely smiles to Yuji who ended up speechless at the sight. “I can see why you couldn’t say no to this. Was it Gojo senpai’s doing?” he just nodded in reply, reaching for your hand almost timidly.

“Where are you staying? I can take you there, we could get something to eat and talk about this some more?” there hasn’t been one day that he hadn’t thought about you during these ten long years. There was nothing he regretted more than leaving you, nothing he wished more than to have you back in his life.

“Can you give me some time? I need to think this through before I hear what you have to say. Let’s meet for breakfast tomorrow morning.” you handed him your phone for him to add his latest phone number, sending him the address to your hotel right after.

“I’ll text you later.” waving in Yuji’s direction, you left the school grounds without even being able to say hi to your seniors.

You had a lot to think about.

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“So I heard you met (Y/N) earlier? Is she as hot as she used to or even more now?” Gojo was sipping in some iced tea, watching over his pupils while sharing some drinks with his fellow friend.

“She’s always been the most gorgeous there is. Time wouldn’t change that.”

“Oh, so she got hotter, I see. Well, now that she isn’t taken, I might pursue her interest…” Nanami’s veins were popping out of his forehead in annoyance. Truth is, he didn’t know where you stand, yes, he still loves you, but what about you? He was your number one during your high school years, even with Gojo after your every muscle, even after many training sessions alone with your loving Geto senpai, you never failed to return to his arms, nothing made your heart waver away from him.

But what about now?

You haven’t seen each other in ten years, forget about Gojo, what if you already found someone else? What if you married someone else? He didn’t see a ring on your finger, but that didn’t really mean anything…

Ignoring his senior, he got up from his seat, walking towards the entrance of the school grounds, the scheduled time for your meeting was getting closer and he didn’t want to be late, not even by a second.

You were already there waiting for him, it was clear that you dressed up for him, what you were wearing looked like a brand-new dress and shoes, makeup done to perfection, your hair up. Even the bag you were wearing matched the outfit, almost like a shop display. It made him smile, at least made him feel like he was a step closer in the right direction.

“You’re early.”

“So are you.” his hand laid itself on the small of your back as if it was its rightful place, guiding you inside the fancy-looking restaurant for some brunch.

The food was to die for, juicy, tender, full of flavors, the wine he got for the two of you was also lovely, even if it was a bit too early for a drink, everything always tastes better with good company.

You were too young last time you saw him; this was the first time you two had indulged in some alcohol together, and it was painfully obvious to him that your tolerance for it wasn’t the highest.

“Ken-chan…can I ask you something?” his eyes left his plate to meet your own, apprehensive about the direction the date might take after answering it.

He just nodded, patiently waiting for you to continue, “Did you not want to marry me? Is that why you left…?”

A loud clacking sound could be heard resonating on every corner of the restaurant, his knife had been discarded in a desperate attempt to hold one of your hands in his.

“No, that’s not it. Quite the contrary.” Confusion was covering your face, food still stuck in your throat as tears threaten to come out at your own thoughts.

“I wanted it so badly; I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I had everything planned. But life had different plans for us, and I just didn’t know how to deal with my own disappointment and self doubts. I tried getting a promotion and getting transferred to an Osaka branch, at least we would be closer, but not even that worked. They were dark times, and you were the only one who ever managed to pull me away from darkness, without you by my side I just…yeah…”

You knew what he meant, the very same thing happened to you, he was the one who always managed to get you out of your darkness, the one who helped you move forward, even after loosing your friend, he was your grieve companion, your entire life, and when you faced loneliness, things weren’t pretty for the longest time. Especially not after he cut the relationship short without discussing things. “I just wished you would have said something…I seriously thought something bad had happened to you, that you were laying dead in some alleyway waiting for someone to find your remains…I even had to call senpai and ask if you were alright, it was embarrassing to say the least, even he knew more about you back then than your future wife did…”

“I’m sorry, my love…I ran away, drowned myself working overtime just to try to forget about you and move on, but in reality, your pajamas are still in my drawer, I still have that matching toothbrush set you got for us, the one with the cats…and I never let anyone sleep on your spot, not even old drunk cousins…” and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.

He, just like you, had never moved on, not in the slightest, it appears that the love you felt for one another only increased as time went by, as you missed each other desperately, as all you could think about was him and all he could think about was you.

You could see how much he was struggling to let his true feelings out, he’s never been the best at that, but it’s never been necessary, you could see right through him, you knew exactly what he was feeling just by looking into his eyes, even if his friends couldn’t differentiate if he was constipated or happy, you could.

“Do you really have…my pink cat toothbrush.” you mumbled in between sniffs, unable to contain yourself any longer.

“Of course I do baby. I know how much you liked it…” his thumb was rubbing circles onto the back of your hand, your tears messing up the beautiful makeup job that took you all morning to master.

“You’re so silly…” you were still crying, but the imminent smile adorning your face made his stomach somersault, he suddenly felt like his sixteen-year-old self the first time he kissed you. “Your fault…” that made you giggle; he’s always blamed you for making him do ridiculous things like wearing matching frog onesies to bed or line up at six in the morning to go to a damn theme park. He always complained, but always did what you asked of him without you having to ask him twice. These were the things that made you feel loved, seeing your stoic boyfriend dressed as a frog while watching horror movies laying his head on your lap. Nobody would believe you even if you had pictures of said day, but those were your most treasured memories, those that proved to you how loved you were by the man that held your heart to this day.

“Would you like to…come to my room…? I mean, what, no, no that sounded wrong, I mean so we can talk some more, relax without worrying about people seeing my messy mascara…not you know…sexy stuff…” you were now a blushing mess, trying to cover your destroyed face from the handsome businessman sitting across from you.

“Yeah…anything’s fine with me, even the sexy stuff…” he was teasing you and you knew it, he was just trying to lighten the mood, but it still caused a long forgotten deep desire to bubble up within you, his hands now seemingly hotter and were they always this big?

Oh my…

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The walk over to your hotel room was mostly spent in silence, you were still trying to calm your racing heart, while Nanami texted Yuuji telling him he would have to miss the afternoon training session as his woman wanted him in her room. The text caused poor Yuuji’s heart to explode as intense thoughts filled his little brain with rated content.

The only reply he got from him though was a thumbs up sticker, his encouragement could be felt just as much as his dirty thoughts.

Your hotel wasn’t anything fancy, just a random business hotel that you got to book at the last minute.

There was no couch, no chairs, just barely space for one in a tiny bed and your personal bathroom, forcing Nanami to sit beside you on your bed after you finished removing your makeup.

“I think this is the first time we are in a hotel together, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, well we didn’t have to go far, we always lived on the same floor…” chuckling you recounted your endeavors with your young boyfriend, how after a couple of months of being together started sharing a bed, didn’t matter who’s bed was it, you just couldn’t be away from the other, specially not at night.

“Still is a bit weird, young couples always end up diving into love hotels at least once.”

“True, but we were both broke and well…why spend money if we could just do it whenever we wanted, and nobody ever noticed.”

“Ken-chan!” you swatted his arm, a terrified expression shining on your face, as if someone else would hear about it.

“What? You were there too, you know it’s true.”

“Well, yes I know…” you were now shyly burying your face on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t see how red your face was, but of course he saw it, he wouldn’t miss your adorable self ever again.

“Are you having nasty thoughts, babe? I can see your ears glow from here.” groaning, you lifted his arm to hide completely under his armpit, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest at your antics.

“Stop being adorable, or I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop yourself…”

“Thought you didn’t want sexy stuff just yet-“

“KENTO!”

“Ok, ok, come here.” he gathered you in his arms, bringing you close to kiss your lips ever so softly, your fists balling on his chest. “I missed you, baby…so, so much…” peppering soft kisses all over your face, he hummed quietly, his hands roaming your back with need.

“I did too…way more than you ever did, I just know it…” his kisses were so soft that without noticing your tears were once again pouring down your beautiful face, "I wouldn't be so sure if I was you..." your heart was hurting but was also so full at the same time, it was confusing.

“Would you…consider…maybe giving me another chance?”

“Another chance as in dating or another chance as in going back to our home?” you were now the one kissing his jaw tenderly, his hands were resting under your shirt craving to feel more of your soft skin against his calloused hands.

“As in both…”

“Hm…you’ll have to work harder if you want me to move back in…” he just gave you a wicked smirk, pinning you down to the mattress.

And so, he did.

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“Yo, baby mama! Sup! You staying with us now?”

“Baby- WhAT?! Are you already pregnant, (Y/N)??? Damn you fast…” the envious look he was giving Nanami caused a fit of giggles among his students.

“I- Um, are you?”

“Who knows…maybe I am.” your cute little giggles enchanted Gojo’s students, suddenly wanting to be transferred to the Kyoto branch.

Only time would tell.

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[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 1 -  Eccentrics (Part 2)

Kuon Takumi making a strong argument for bringing back the guillotine~~

The translation notes in this chapter...bro...if anything doesn’t make sense, please let me know

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. Sessha (拙者) is an archaic pronoun used by samurai

2. The Sanjuusangen-dou is a Buddhist Temple in Kyoto

3. A kamidana is a miniature household altar

4. These are puns (thanks Seiya). In Japanese, it’s “待つだけうめえ” which also sounds like “松竹梅”, which are pine, bamboo, and plum. The other one is 六つのひょうたんで無病息災”. The 無病 (mubyou) also sounds like “six gourds.”

5. Rokumeikan was a symbol of Westernization during the Meiji period, commissioned for the housing of foreign guests

6. Haikara refers to dressing in the Western style especially during the Meiji era. Haikara-san refers to the protagonist of the shojo manga series, Haikara-san ga Tooru, who wears a blue hakama, arrow-patterned kimono, and a large ribbon in her hair.

7. The text in my book reads ポールダンス which means pole dancing but I’m pretty sure it’s actually referring to ballroom dancing

8. Kuon’s name contains the character for beauty, 美

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First target/Oomae: Onogi Kaito (second year) - seven hits

Second target /Nakamae: Yamanouchi Ryouhei (second year) - six hits

Third target/Naka: Takehaya Seiya (second year) - eight hits

Fourth target/Ochimae: Kanbayashi Hikaru (first year) - six hits

Fifth target/Ochi: Narumiya Minato (second year) - seven hits

Reserve: Kisaragi Nanao (second year) - five hits

                Himuro Arata (first year) - five hits

Everyone’s gazes were focused on the ochimae. A reality that no one had ever expected was there.

Kanbayashi pressed Tommy-sensei for an answer.

“I really can’t be one of the starters! I’m okay today, but I fall apart when it comes to an actual match. Kisarag-senpai, please replace me!”

“No, no, no. This is a good chance for you to get used to real matches. I plan on snatching a regular spot, so don’t let your guard down, Kanbayashi.”

Nanao and Kaito went to the azuchi to clean up. The two of them efficiently put things away. After their underclassmen left, Nanao muttered, “...Maybe I should have touched Minato’s forehead too.”

Kaito flicked Nanao’s forehead.

“Ow! What did you do that for, Kacchan?”

“Shut up, don’t make such an ugly face.”

“What are you talking about, I’m not the ugly one here.”

Nanao flicked Kaito’s forehead back, and the two of them ended up falling on their behinds.

Seiya, watching from the shajo, sighed.

“What are they doing over there?”

Ryouhei was hanging over his mop.

“Those cousins really do get along.”

Nanao would never say this to Seiya and Ryouhei, but he was stunned when he was dropped from the regular lineup. Even though the five of them couldn’t even do taihai in sync together a year ago, through daily practice, training camps, and competitions, they were able to become true comrades. They learned that the bow wasn’t something you drew on your own. But if he mentioned that he was shaken, he wouldn’t be supporting the newcomer Kanbayashi on joining the regular lineup. As a senior, he had to avoid that.

Masa-san was next to Minato, who was watching Nanao and Kaito. 

“Don’t worry, Minato. Nanao will be fine.”

“I know.”

Minato took off the bowstring from his bow and put it in his bow case.

The awkward singing of the cuckoo from this morning had become somewhat better.

Deep in the mountains, sprouts could be felt on the ridgelines, and wild hares were twitching their noses. Schools of small fish swam by, perhaps lured by the murmuring of the streams of melted snow.

Shuu was alone in the open-air bath. He fully stretched his arms and legs in the water. His eyes feasted on the greenery, his ears were intoxicated by the melody of the water, and his nose was stimulated by the scent of the trees. How wonderful nature was.

In the bath next to him, the twin brothers were shivering.

“It’s so cold, Sen-nii,” Manji said.

“Endure it, endure it,” Senichi answered.

“Shuu went in there with a completely calm look on his face earlier, you know? Look at him.”

Spring arrived later in the mountains than in the lower regions. In some places, the snow hadn’t yet melted.

“Sen, Man. You have to enter a cold bath while exhaling. Alternating hot and cold baths is a part of yoga, and it’s effective in keeping your head cool and your feet warm, as well as creating a relaxed upper body and a stable lower body.”

“Training, that’s what training is!”

When they heard Shuu say it was time to switch baths, Senichi and Manji jumped out of their bath with cries of “Hyaah!” They rushed into the steamy open-air bath. Shuu didn’t move at all, leisurely soaking his body in the cold water.

Hearing that Shuu was going to his villa, the twins forced themselves along. They were excited to see how luxurious it would be in the mountains owned by the Fujiwara family, but it was a hermitage-like house with only one attendant—the elderly butler, Toujou.

Senichi and Manji also finished up with cold water and rehydrated after getting out of the bath.

In actuality, Kabashima and Yushima, third-years at Kirisaki High School, and the graduates Motomura and Sase were also with them. The four of them had already left the baths and were relaxing in the living room.

“Please chew and enjoy your food thoroughly.”

Dinner was Toujou’s home cooking. Because food native to the south cooled the body and lowered immunity, local outdoor-grown vegetables were plentifully used. It was a very gentle flavor. They joined hands to thank Toujou, the farmers, the sun, the rain, and the earth.

“It’s so good. Motomura, make this next time,” Sase said.

“Understood. However, you should prepare the ingredients.”

Motomura went to a local national university, and Sase went to a private university in Tokyo, but they still saw each other often.

Feeling cleansed both physically and mentally, the twins picked up their phones. Kabashima frowned when he saw that.

“You guys are still on your phones even here? Go on a phone fast.”

“Huh? But isn’t there a TV there? We were thinking of watching Yotube.”

In perfect synchronization, Senichi and Manji pointed to the spot where there was a large monitor set up. This was where Shuu studied the shooting forms of different people.

“You can watch Yotube there too. Everyone, go and rest. I’m going to make a bonfire in the yard.”

“A bonfire!? How far does your garden go? And by yourself? That can wait until next time. Let’s do something we can only do now.”

At Yushima’s urging, Shuu took a seat.

On the screen were two boys dressed in orange kyudo wear.

They were Asahina and Eddie from the kyudo Yotube channel, “Yumihiki Douji.” It was launched a year ago, and the name came from an Edo-period mechanical doll. It was created by the scientific engineer, Tanaka Hisashige, and it was a doll that repeated the advanced movements of taking an arrow from a quiver, nocking it on a bow, and shooting it.

If Asahina had to be described in one word, it would be Tokyoite. Although he didn’t come from a family that had been in Tokyo for three generations, he was friendly and good-natured, and his hair was red, almost pink in color.

Eddie was an American with his blond hair tied in a ponytail and a Japanese mother. He was studying abroad in Japan because he became addicted to period dramas. He spoke fluent Japanese and he used “sessha” as his personal pronoun. (1) He often did strange poses.

Asahina made a gesture of drawing a bow.

“Hey, guys~ Today’s ‘Where’s the Common Sense!’ is ‘Secret Girlfriend.’ We’re going to introduce our girlfriend, or rather, our senpai, or rather, the mastermind behind this whole thing, let’s go!”

“I ain’t a mastermind, I’m your coach.”

“Tsucchi-dono is a rather good-looking girl, but she has a ferocious personality, that she does,” Eddie said.

“Shut it, and stop speaking so weirdly.”

Asahina and Eddie’s showy and light-hearted banter was their selling point. They talked about jokes and materials that had to do with kyudo and actually demonstrated shooting. The editing was well-done, and the way they put in pauses and onscreen text was superb.

What surprised the twins in today’s video was that these two Yotubers were high school second-years, just like them. They thought they were university students because they uploaded every Tuesday and Friday evening. Apprently, they started this channel as part of an information studies class. While many high schools nowadays prohibited the posting of images and videos on social media that could allow people to identify the name of the school, it was rare that this was done under the guidance of the school.

Tsucchi, a.k.a. Coach Tsuchiya, mentioned that she won a student tournament in her third year of university.

Footage from the first shakai was shown. Everyone was dressed in kimonos, and Asahina, Eddie, and Tsucchi shot at the targets one after another as they stood in front of them. Combined with their bright furisode kimonos, it was as though flowers were scattering everywhere.

Shuu marveled at them.

“The coach’s habit of drawing while looking at the arrow shaft bothers me, but her vertical line is good.”

“Is it okay to wear any kind of kimono for kyudo?” Senichi and Manji asked.

“Kimono has rules. The first formal dress for men is the kuro-habutae with five family crests, for married women the kuromesode, and for unmarried women the furisode. For formal occasions in Kyudo, plain kimono in any color other than black and with a single crest should be worn in order to avoid patterns. Some say that during the Edo period, commoners were so poor that black kimono were used for both weddings and funerals, while others say that with the introduction of Western culture during the Meiji period, black formal wear was adopted. Either way, the period in Japan’s history when black was considered the highest and most formal color was short, and there were some archers who even argued against it.”

Motomura took over the conversation.

“I’ve heard that judoka are given red and white belts when they hold the rank of 6-dan to 8-dan, and in Ogasawara-ryuu, purple is said to be the color for those of high dan.”

“Because of the development of kimono culture in Japan, accessories like those in other countries didn’t develop. Japanese companies rank among the top long-lived companies in the world, but there are few long-established leather goods stores. Why did the ancient Japanese try to avoid the shedding of blood? It’s because they were afraid of retaliation from the dead—curses. For that reason, they tried to settle matters by discussion as much as possible.”

“Even if we triumph by touting justice, misfortunes can still happen to anyone. If the wind changes direction, good and evil can be reversed. When that happens, there’s no escape in an island country that is surrounded by the sea on all sides. When you think about, it’s easy to understand why the Japanese value harmony.”

Sase fanned himself with a pink fan.

“There’s other things to value, isn’t there? Let’s watch Noririn’s morning routine.”

In a sense, they all held respect for Sase, who always had the idol Noririn’s goods in hand. However, if things continued as they were, this would become Sase’s one-man show.

Motomura bluntly changed the subject.

“The long-range archery at Kyoto’s Sanjuusangen-dou (2) is in the recommended videos. Sase, you mentioned before that you wanted to try participating in it.”

“Noririn… Poor me. Well, it’s fine. There’s so many people that want to participate that now only new adults that are higher than 1-dan and those with titles such as hanshi and kyoushi can enter.”

“Fujiwara-kun, you’re 2-dan, aren’t you? Are you planning to take the 3rd dan this year?” Motomura asked.

“Yes. Minato and I are taking it as disciples of the Saionji school.”

“‘School’ sounds kinda cool,” Senichi and Manji said as the ending music for “Yumihiki Douji” played behind them. The characters overlapped. At the phrase, “On the next ‘Where’s the Common Sense,’ it’s ‘Shooting targets in the dark.’ Shuu's eyes half-closed. 

A figure emerged from the morning mist.

Nanao opened the door to the kyudojo.

After putting down his bag and uniform jacket, he replaced the water of the sakaki on the kamidana. (3) He entered the shajo and put on a muneate over his shirt and put on his yugake.

All he heard was the chirping of a little bird. It was perched on a stewartia tree branch. Perhaps it had only just left the nest, as its feathers were puffed out, and its young features and round cheeks were adorable. It was fed beak-to-beak by another bird.

“It’s not like me to come here earlier than everyone else and do morning practice. Why did they have to decide the regular lineup with a surprise test?”

It sounded even more futile when he said it aloud. He was fully aware that it was just an excuse. If he wasn’t able to do something on a regular basis, he wouldn’t be able to do it in a competition. For little birds, everyday was a competition from the time they were eggs. They couldn’t say, “I’m just practicing today, so please don’t attack me.”

What was I doing, saying, “Let’s stand on that stage again this year with the five of us.” So lame.

He watched a lot of kyudo videos. All of them were enjoyable and knowledgeable. There were some points that applied to him, so he decided to give them a try. After that, his number of hits decreased.

The other day, Masa-san told him that there was too much force in his right hand. When he drew his bow, the arrow head pointed upward and it became parallel at kai. Since the left and right weren’t equally apart, his hit rate was also reduced.

In front of the makiwara, he drew his bow while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Yunde senkou—pushing first and pulling later. Reciting that in his mind didn’t work. He pulled out the arrow stuck in the makiwara, bowed, opened his legs, drew his bow, and released his arrow. He endlessly repeated this.

He was completely oblivious to the presence of Kaito, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, outside the kyudojo. The other members of the club weren’t sure when to enter the hall.

After school that day.

When Nanao stepped into the kyudojo, he found Kanbayashi and Ryouhei sitting side by side. They were looking at each other’s hands.

“Yamanouchi-senpai, your under-glove has a really fun design. Is that a rabbit running on top of waves?”

“It’s nice, isn’t it? My grandma gave it to me. It’s called a ‘nami-usagi,’ and since rabbits live on the moon and bounce around, they’re said to be an animal of longevity and making great strides forward. This one is a fukura suzume, a puffed-up sparrow. I heard that sparrows peck at misfortune. I have some under-gloves that are a little too small for me, so I’ll give them out to everyone.”

Kanbayashi received an under-glove with a turtle design, and Keyaki received one with a sparrow design. The two first-years had only used plain white gloves before, so they felt as if they had level-upped somehow.

The other members of the club also gathered around in interest. Kyudo wear consisted of a white upper wear and black or navy-blue hakama, so this kind of modest fashion was fun for archers.

Minato also peered at Ryouhei’s hands.

“The most famous Japanese design is pine, plum, and bamboo. The three of them can endure the cold, so they’re called the Three Friends of Winter. Pine is for longevity, bamboo is for the growth of children, and plum is for good fortune.”

Seiya took this opportunity to reel off his specialty.

“When you’re made to wait a long time at an eel restaurant, you’re told, ‘it takes a while for it to taste good.’ Six gourds for good health.” (4)

In front of his proud-looking friend, Kaito wasn’t amused at all.

“…Seiya’s dad jokes were a traditional Japanese art form.”

“What was that about me, Kaito?”

“Nothing at all.”

Next to Seiya, who had an eerie pattern behind him and whose glasses were shining, Nanao safely passed his hand through a frog-patterned under-glove.

It took some time for the first-years to hold a bow, but the hard struggle of handling an unfamiliar tool continued. First, it was hard to take the bowstring with a yugake-covered right hand. You had to raise the entire bow as well, which was even more difficult. It was impossible not to grip it, and it was barely possible to keep the arrow nocked on the string from falling off.

Makuuchi, where the arrow pierced the curtain hanging over the azuchi.

Hakiya, where the arrow swept across the ground and didn’t reach the target.

There was an array of the conditions typical of beginners, including sore muscles in both arms, blisters on the palms, and scraping on the base of the left thumb known as the yamakura. Nanao felt nostalgic. They’re just like me back then.

Suddenly, Keyaki bent down. His right arm was swelling red. His bowstring had struck his arm when he was shooting.

Masa-san brought over a wet towel.

“Let’s cool it down right away. Don’t worry, it won’t leave a scar.”

“…Okay, sir.”

“There are four possible causes. One, your left shoulder is too forward and your right shoulder is too drawn back. Two, your grip is bad. Three, you can’t do the rotation of your left and right hands. Four, you’re double-jointed. Keyaki, the spot between your elbow and wrist is hit, so I’m thinking that the reason is the first one.”

“You know the reason just from seeing where I was hit?”

“Pretty much. Make the line of your shoulders parallel with the arrow. When you draw the bow, don’t put all your force into your left shoulder, move to the daisan stage with your right elbow still tense, and pull your bow apart with the feeling of bringing the force to your hips.”

Since the fear of “what if I get hit by the string again” would induce slack in his body before the release, a supporter was placed on Keyaki’s left arm. Masa-san put his hands on his bow helped him part it. After taking a step back, he told him, “Release the string straightforwardly. Flick your thumb.” The arrow flew straight toward the target, and there was the sound of a matooto.

“…That was the first time I hit a target!”

“You’re happy, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

Kanbayashi and other first-year students ran over to Keyaki, who couldn’t hide his joy. Seeing them, Nanao got fired up again.

“Masa-san, please take a look at my shooting as well.”

“Okay. In the textbook, it says that ‘For uchiokoshi, the arrow is always almost horizontal, and parallel to the body.’ That ‘almost horizontal’ part is called mizunagare, meaning that the arrow should be at an angle where a drop of water on the shaft should slowly run to the tip of the arrow.”

Nanao let out an exhale.

“Lower your shoulders and raise your bow while inhaling. After you finish raising your bow, exhale, and then part your bow while inhaling.”

After he continued to open up his body like that, his arrow flew sharply. It hit the target at nine o’clock.

“Mm, that’s good.”

“Huh? Now I’m suddenly able to hit. My yugake feels kind of good. Maybe it’s thanks to the lucky under-glove Ryouhei gave me.”

“That might be the case. There are preferences to the thickness of an under-glove, and there are people who decide to use a specific one for matches. My master named his arrows and said something about Jirou curving right, which made me laugh.”

“I might have been overloading myself with too much information and made myself confused instead.”

“If you ever get confused, go back to the textbook. It’s a book compiled for fifth-dan and renshi after all. Very important things are written in a simplified manner to the point where they can’t be cut down any further. That makes it a difficult book for beginners, though.”

When he found his rhythm, he wanted to shoot more and let his body learn. After Nanao landed four hits, the Nanao Fan Club, which was watching him from outside the kyudojo, erupted into applause.

Nanao waved at them with a “Merha!”

The cherry blossoms were in leaf, contrasting beautifully with the red brick school building. Students were coming and going, and the arched windows reflected the blue sky and white clouds.

Applause sounded from the detached kyudojo.

At Kirisaki High School’s kyudo club, the third-years Motomura, Sase and the others had retired, and the club was welcoming new students. What was different from previous years was the unexpectedly high number of people who wanted to join the club. It was no exaggeration to say that all of them were fans of Shuu, Senichi and Manji.

A young lord sitting in a tall chair, and the twin boys flanking him—

This was the poster advertising the kyudo club’s program, “The Sound of Civilization and Enlightenment—Rokumeikan Café,” (5) which was only displayed at last year’s cultural festival. There was also a version with a boy in Western-style clothing and a girl in hakama, Haikara-san style. (6) The images that Sase had jokingly created became viral in an instant, and the limited entrance exam slots for Kirisaki High School became even more limited. Among those who had overcome the difficult obstacles, there was one who was particularly ardent.

Kuon Takumi.

A visitor from fairyland.

His skin was so white and translucent that pale veins could be seen beneath it. He had long eyelashes, dewy eyes, a small and red mouth, and elegant curled hair. He looked like an antique doll made by a top craftsman.

A female club member spoke to him with flushed cheeks.

“Kuon-kun, I have a very precious photograph. Would you like to see it?”

It was a group photo of ten students from Kirisaki High School and Kazemai High School taken after last year’s Inter-High, and it showed Shuu leaning forward with Ryouhei’s arm around his shoulders.

Kuon’s face scrunched up at seeing the phone screen that was offered up to him.

“…How disgusting. Can you put that away?”

“Eh? O-Okay. Everyone’s having tea after practice. Would you like to join us?”

“Hmph, I’d prefer that an average person like you wouldn’t speak to me so familiarly.”

The girl stood there, dumbfounded. Her friend, who was accompanying her, was covering her mouth with her hand. She was an only daughter who was carefully raised like a princess. She was bewildered by those words she had never heard before, and her brain was unable to process them.

Since this exchange was witnessed, his popularity with his fellow first-years had been poor. Even his seniors were having a hard time dealing with him. However, there was no way a petit, arrogant, and beautiful boy would be left alone, and a group of fans had already been formed around him in school.

On that day, more than a hundred members of the club met in the kyudojo. They were divided into three groups to go through their respective training regimens. The third-years practiced in front of the targets, and the second-years practiced in front of the makiwara and took care of the first-years.

Shuu and the twins, Senichi and Manji, also coached the first-years as their seniors. In addition to practicing the Eight Stages of Shooting with rubber bows and drawing empty bows, they also conveyed the first-years the unique customs of Kirisaki Academy, an integrated middle and high school. For those enrolled in high school, it was an unknown world. They couldn’t stop feeling thrilled and excited, wondering if they would be able to fit in.

Senichi and Manji enrolled in high school. They were very well-received when they spoke with hand and body gestures based on their own experiences. For instance, about how after hearing stories about the Seven Mysteries of Kirisaki Academy, such as the tanuki family living in the corner of the tennis court for generations, or a cough coming from an empty classroom, Kabashima and Yushima summoned them to the science lab and scared them conversely. Once, as a welcome ceremony for newcomers, they had a quiz to find out what was inside the takoyaki. The winner was awarded a giant Noririn cushion, Sase’s top bias, and the first-year winner, who lived in the dorm got into a heated argument with his roommate over where to keep the cushion.

Although they kept a respectful distance from Shuu, who was the picture of a young lord, the first-years were attracted to the easygoing twins and formed a circle around them. There were even those who said that they felt blissful just from listening to the conversation between Shuu and the twins. They chatted so much that they ended up getting scolded by Kabashima, the new club president.

Kuon was outside the circle. He was among the minority of first-years who had kyudo experience and was practicing in front of the makiwara. He was small, but he had a dignified yugamae and a beautiful form. His arrows also headed directed at the makiwara. Was a whim of the god of the bow that his personality and shooting ability didn’t match? Like a peacock who wandered into a flock of sparrows, he walked around kicking the little birds about.

When he found Shuu, who had finished instructing the first-years and left the scene alone, Kuon put down his bow and arrows and rushed over to him. His long eyelashes were moist and his fingers were clasped together as though in prayer.

“Fujiwara-senpai, are you in good humor today? I am extremely delighted to be able to have the honor of your acquaintance.”

“I don’t need to be spoken to formally. Excessive embellishment just gets into the way.”

“You don’t have to be so modest, senpai. Someone will come to pick me up later. Why don’t you come to another kyudojo? I have invited an eminent teacher, so I would very much like you to watch my shooting.”

“If you have a teacher, you don’t need me. If you still want me to watch you, I’ll do it when everyone’s together.”

“Are you saying that you can’t give special treatment only to me? The members here are all lower class. A noble personage such as you shouldn’t bother to pay attention to them.”

“There are no upper- or lower-class archers. You are obsessed with something that is make-believe. The Sugawara brothers are excellent archers.”

“The Sugawara senpais are…well, I won’t argue with you on that. They have exceeded the passing grade for the time being. You are a noble personage. Please go forward on the right path.”

Shuu didn’t answer him.

There was the sound of the wind. His hair swayed, and he turned his back on Kuon and walked away.

Senichi and Manji were in the shade of a tree. The twins had noticed Kuon following after Shuu and went after him as well.

Senichi frowned.

“Are you alright, Shuu? Did he do something to you? Which era did he time travel from? Damn it, I’m not leaving your side from now on.”

Manji put his elbow on Senichi’s shoulder. He put his weight on it, as though to crush him.

“I thought Sen-nii’s Shuu-love was bad enough, but in Kuon’s case, it goes too far, or rather, it’s way too bad.”

“Don’t use that ‘Shuu-love’ expression. Don’t worry, Manji, I love you too.”

“Stop it, Nii-chan!”

“Cry, scream, and beg for forgiveness!”

“Kyaah!”

In front of the two who had turned into a boke and tsukkomi routine, Shuu could only laugh quietly.

――Kuon, huh.

Shuu murmured in his mind.

Why would someone with such high self-esteem butter up to me? I can optimistically interpret this as an acknowledgement of my abilities, but there must be some other purpose. I can transparently see something other than admiration. Even if he himself intends to hide it, he can’t erase the hints drifting around him. I don’t like that kind of gaze, but there are many like it. In a way, I’m used to them.

What he couldn’t get used to was another gaze. A look that couldn’t be considered to be a part of this world, that took you to another world.

How many times had he almost fell to his knees?

How many times had he wanted to steal it away?

Recalling those clear green eyes, Shuu closed his eyes.

Late April.

The internal selection was being held for Kirisaki High School’s second successive Inter-High championship.

In the team competition, there were seven members for both the boys’ and girls’ tournaments, including five starters. All competitors except beginners would shoot ten shots, and the top seven with the most hits would be selected to the team. The method was a group of five, two sitting shots and four standing shots twice.

The number of participants this time was sixty-eight, and they were divided into the two kyudojos. The first five were first-year boys. The oomae, Kuon, lined up at the entrance in the toriyumi posture.

The toriyumi posture was the stance where one stood straight with the bow and arrows in both hands, and both hands should have the thumbs touching the hard lumps of the hipbones. The bowstring was removed from the bow, and the uwahazu, or upper part of the bow, should be kept about ten centimeters above the floor. There were two ways to shoot: Reisha-kei, which used itsukebushi (holding the arrows by the shaft ten centimeters from the arrowhead), and musha-kei, where one held the arrows by the arrowhead. Kirisaki followed the former, while the twins followed the latter.

At the signal to start, the white tabi socks stepped forward.

Kuon hit his target right from the start, and the calls of “Yes!” echoed. The following second, third, and fourth shots all missed, but all five boys landed hits for their second round. Applause erupted for the kaichuu, and the coach didn’t look dissatisfied either.

Senichi and Manji leaned forward.

“Sen, don’t you think this year’s first-years are amazing?”

“There are also students from the middle school, after all.”

On the display board next to the target-watching area, “〇’s” and “x’s” were used to indicate hits and misses, which were then entered into a computer by the record keeper. A red flag was put up when the shooting in both the first and second kyudojos were over. The officials then entered the azuchi to confirm the results. The results were read aloud.

“For the first kyudojo, the oomae has a kaichuu, the second, third, and fourth has hit half, and the ochi has a kaichuu.” The results were read out in that way, and then all the archers went to retrieve their arrows together.

All the first-years had finished their two rounds, and a total of fifteen students—six girls, nine boys—achieved a kaichuu. Now it was the second-years’ turn. All eyes were on Shuu and the twins.

Shuu gently lowered his eyelids and faced the target with half-open eyes. He raised his bow. His straight back and supple arms looked like that of a leader in a ballroom dancing pair. (7) Of course, his partner was the bow.

He felt the bow’s presence, he heard the bow’s voice, and he was led to where the bow wanted to go. His elegant and refined movements created a new tradition in high society. It was a powerful piece of modern art. A work of art that emphasized the spirit of experimentation and attempted to break away from the traditional art forms of the past. The more they danced, the livelier they became, surpassing the entire venue.

The twins’ shots that followed were contemporary. The two were fugitives, rebels of the times. Their father was a vassal who was imprisoned for counseling a statesman, and his family was taken hostage. His children became the twin knights, clad in the colors of the sun.

You people who turned a blind eye, you masses who kept silent, gaze at us in wonder.

Send up the signal fire! The fighters who flied the flag of rebellion offered their own bodies. Bodies in motion. Arms that burst open. The arms that once again sprouted up and down and left and right would be the phoenix that resurrected even after death.

It was now shooting in standing form, and it was Kuon Takumi’s turn again. His shots were like classical ballet. When the drop curtain rose, the principal stood there in the spotlight, dancing to the solemn music of the orchestra. Only beautiful limbs that were possessed from birth could dance on this stage. Before technique and skill, only heaven-sent raw material was allowed. Arms and legs so thin they looked as if they might snap, a supreme work of art in which all unnecessary things had been chipped off. The white bird left for the sky.

Kabashima and Yushima, who were now third-years, were not to be outdone either.

From their powerful stances, they lifted their bows and went to snatch their matooto. A career meant months and years. It didn’t mean accumulating years just for show. After everyone finished shooting, the team members were announced.

 First target/oomae – Kabashima Umetarou (third-year) – Ten hits

Second target/nakamae – Sugawara Senichi (second-year) – Nine hits

Third target/naka – Sugawara Manji (second-year) – Nine hits

Fourth target/ochimae – Kuon Takumi (first-year) – Nine hits

Fifth target/ochi – Fujiwara Shuu (second-year) – Ten hits

Reserve – Yushima Kaoru (third-year) – Eight hits

Reserve – Ishizaka Kazuomi (third-year) – Eight hits

 Kuon smiled daringly.

“Sugawara-senpais, you have the same number of hits as me. Therefore, there’s no need for me to take you seriously. I will prove that I should be the one standing next to the Young Lord.”

Senichi and Manji exclaimed at the same time.

“Huh!? What are you talking about?”

“Somebody, please attach a target to the azuchi. Sugawara-senpais, I propose a long-range shooting match.”

Kabashima and the other club members were also interested in this competition. They wanted to know the true abilities of the ones who pined for the Young Lord, Shuu. With the coach’s permission, the three decided the shooting order. Each of them was given one arrow. The one who hit closest to the center would be superior.

Perhaps the unsettling presence summoned them. Thick clouds quickly covered the sky, and as soon as the three lined up in front of the target, it began raining heavily. The officials at the target station also withdrew to avoid the rain.

Senichi went before the target first, and Manji stood at his back. The rain made it difficult to see, and Senichi’s hakama was heavy with water. He took more time than usual to carefully draw his bow. The sound of the rain drowned out his tsurune, but the arrow hit one of the outer black rings at three o’clock.

Next was Manji. His eyelashes were wet from the splashing water. His grip on his bow was poor thanks to the humidity. He lifted his bow and brought the tip of the arrow close to the target. The target fell over his left arm, and when he overlapped the target with the yazuridou, the arrow was hastily released—unfortunately. He stepped back without changing his expression.

Kuon stepped forward to face the target. He raised his chin slightly, raised his bow, and narrowed his eyes. He blinked once, and the arrow raced to the target. His arrow pierced the center white, almost right in the middle.

The target official, holding an umbrella, brought back the three arrows at different heights.

The arrow that flew the highest was returned to Kuon’s hand. The second to Senichi, and the last one to Manji.

After exiting the shajo, Kuon put down his bow.

“It seems that the long-distance match wasn’t needed. The shooting of the younger brother was a fluke. Well, the Sugawara-senpais came from commoners with no history, so it was to be expected.”

“You should know better than to underestimate people, you know? Our father is a successful man who made his company big in his own lifetime.”

“So he’s an upstart?”

“He’s an entrepreneur!”

Senichi flapped his hands.

“Manji, stop it. You can’t reason with people who are completely out of touch and can’t upgrade their knowledge.”

Kuon argued him down.

“I’m out of touch? I can’t upgrade? Your idiocy knows no bounds.”

Furthermore, he strode over Manji’s bow and stepped in front of Shuu.

“My parents told me that I have grown up beautifully, just as the characters in my name implied (8), but in front of you, Fujiwara-senpai, I am nothing. You are the genuine article.”

“Are you a genuine archer?”

“Of course. I just proved it.”

“I do not straddle over man or bow. I don’t call those who treat tools roughly archers.”

After saying that, Shuu left.

Kuon cursed him in his mind.

What, he thinks I’m going to be humiliated by something as trivial as that? After I praised him so extravagantly?

Kuon had a plan to take over the title of “High School Archer Shuu” after his name became well-known throughout the country.

You must shine even brighter.

After you’re deliciously finished up, I’m going to devour you from your head.

Kuon traced his bottom lip with his tongue.

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Let’s talk about Hyrule’s bestiary, shall we? Tears of the Kingdom, and by association, Breath of the Wild makes this implication that all of Hyrule’s monsters are not a side effect but instead, a deliberate action of Ganondorf and his evil intentions, his malice and gloom. In fact, we quite literally see this in the Tears of the Kingdom trailer, and we see this in an in-game cutscene wherein he commands his monsters to rise up. Which, this isn’t the first time that a Zelda game ever suggests the presence of evil commands the existence of monsters, but I argue that this is a story beat that falls flat and in fact, I think there should be something more to these monsters’ existence; after all, this is a game series that reflects Miyamoto’s youth, mirroring his adventures in the Kyoto countryside, his discovery of that cave and his days-long hesitation to explore the inside of it. The creator and executive producer of many of our beloved Nintendo franchises, Zelda is one of the purest representations of Shigeru Miyamoto, but more importantly, it represents his faith and his relationship with Shintoism. Shintō - the way (tō) of the gods (shin), is a broad, native-based faith that draws focus around remaining in touch with and respecting the kami, that is, gods, the nature spirits, or perhaps the spiritual energy, that are believed to inhabit all things: nature, animals, landscapes... 

They are, essentially, the soul of everything.

Miyamoto actually lives close to the Fushima-Inari shrine, a beautiful place of worship at the base of a mountain (also called Inari) dedicated to one of the most familiar kami, Inari, (short for Ine Nari, or Ine ni Naru -- the reaping of rice)  who is the god and protector of rice cultivation. Miyamoto has a very personal connection to Inari, believing this nature spirit to be his guardian angel. This shrine is considered to be the head shrine, the big boy among the other thirty-thousand other shrines dedicated to Inari across Japan. The shrine has been around since at least 711AD and is where billions of people have come to pray for a bountiful harvest, prosperity in personal endeavors, the safety and thriving of their family and loved ones, and protection of their home. Worshippers will trek through the approximately eight hundred Senbon Torii, these beautiful Torii gates that are erected in honor and deep thanks by those who have prayed at the shrine and have had their desire or wish come true.

I mention all of this in a post about Hyrule’s monsters because it’s this real-world inspiration that permeates Miyamoto’s video games, informing his game design philosophy. Something particularly iconic about Star Fox 64′s levels, for example, are the many arches you can fly your Arwing underneath and receive health rings or power-ups as a secret bonus reward. This is a direct reference to the Torii gates at the Inari shrine. 

Purity is a very important component when it comes to Shinto rituals, such as kagura, a traditional dance that is meant to establish and maintain the perfect balance between nature, humans, and deities. Impurity, or more specifically, pollution is driven away by these rituals, as Shintoism suggests that it is considered a contamination and obstruction to the flow of life and thus the blessings from the kami.  

Tôru Ôsawa introduces this concept very, very effectively in Ocarina of Time. Young Link’s adventures across an untainted and pure version of Hyrule introduce us to two nature spirits, two kami, who are integral to the flourishing of their elemental domains. The Great Deku Tree and Lord Jabu-Jabu, both are honored as patron deities amongst their respective tribes. The Great Deku Tree embodies the eternal life, endless youth, and boundless spirit of the mysterious forest and Lord Jabu-Jabu is thought to protect the health and clarity of the water that runs down Zora’s river and crawls through the country, providing Hyrule with fresh drinking water -- the source of life itself. 

The early part of Link’s adventure introduces us to these kami. When we begin the game we are introduced to the Great Deku Tree, who has fallen ill after being cursed by Ganondorf, and we are required to travel inside of this great nature spirit and purify him, destroy the monsters, rid our tree-daddy of the impurities inside of him, and cleanse this deity’s soul. When we are almost at the curtain-close of Young Link’s act, we travel inside another kami who is rife with pollution, and as Link, we must heal Lord Jabu-Jabu, who has also become “green around the gills” following a terrible encounter with Ganondorf.

While it’s not subjected to the same anthropomorphization of the other two kami, we know that Death Mountain is alive in its own right. Kaepora Gaebora once whispers to us that the state of the mountain, its mood and its health, can be determined with one glance up at the cloud that crowns Death Mountain’s summit. When Link is a child, he must explore the inside of Death Mountain, purifying one of its many caverns by eliminating the monsters that are infecting it like a virus. Large, dangerous boulders roll down the mountain face and threaten the safety of the sleepy Kakariko Village nestled at the foot of the mountain. These are all symptoms of the natural balance being skewed, of course, brought upon by Ganondorf’s wicked demands not being met.

The beginning of the game doesn’t just introduce us to the controls, pivotal characters and how the world of Hyrule works, but it also establishes this Shinto concept that there is supposed to be a perfect balance between nature, humans, and deities. In fact, this is symbolized in the Spiritual Stones that we collect as we unite and purify forest, water, and fire. While we’re on our journey of healing, we as the player are painted a perfect picture of what a healthy Hyrule looks like – what it should look like.

We know what happens next.

Shintoism doesn’t really promote any commandments for followers to live by in the same ways that a western, Christian-based faith might expect, instead only suggesting that the idea of living a simple and harmonious life with nature and people and is quite simple when adhering to the four affirmations of the Shinto spirit:

 Love of nature; nature is sacred, to be close to nature is to be close with the kami

 Family and tradition; the family is the primary mechanism by which traditions are preserved

 Physical cleanliness; followers of Shinto take baths, wash their hands, and rinse out their mouths often.

 Matsuri; to participate in festivals in which worship and honor are given to the kami.

While they aren’t particularly “good” or “evil”, kami are imperfect creatures and there are ways to upset them. Negative actions such as living outside of these four affirmations of the Shinto spirit and thus not living a simple and harmonious life with nature and people, or committing negative actions or evil deeds referred to as “kegare”, (literally meaning “dirtiness”), are an equivalent to committing a sin in the eyes of the kami. While most kami are usually fun-loving, benevolent and quite forgiving, there are kami who make mistakes or are quick to rash actions, and some may actively try to hurt people should they feel disrespected or taken for granted. For instance, if a life is taken without gratitude for this ultimate sacrifice, the soul might experience “urami”—that is, it will hold a grudge.  During the spirit’s ongoing rage and pain, it transforms into an aragami: a powerful and evil kami that seeks revenge.

By the time Link wakes up seven years later, Hyrule no longer resembles that perfect picture of harmony with nature, the deities, and humans. There’s a terrible gloom settled into most of the major locations of Hyrule that gives off this desolate, dying feeling to the rest of the country. Everywhere you look, dark clouds hang over the once vibrant skies of Hyrule; the forest is infested with wicked monsters that trap the Kokiri children and their fairies in their homes. Death Mountain is angrier than ever with the ring of clouds blazing with fire as a ferocious dragon now inhabits the volcano. The lake has dried up and Zora’s domain is completely frozen. All the while, a violent and vengeful shadow looms over Kakariko Village.

What can be misleading about this part is Rauru stating outright, that Ganondorf’s evil powers radiated from the temples of Hyrule, which kind of suggests what’s happening to the very nature of Hyrule is coming directly from Ganondorf himself as if he’s waving his hand and infecting these temples directly. However, I don’t believe this is the case. This is because of what I’ve established earlier, that due to the mistreatment of Hyrule itself; the balance between nature, humans, and deities has been skewed, the very land as a whole began to sour.  

So yes, Ganondorf’s evil power did radiate from the temples, because these were places of worship, sacred temples that belonged to each of the races of Hyrule. Shrines to give thanks to the lands that take care of them, to show appreciation of one another, and to look up to the gods with gratitude. He stole something holy, and thoroughly abused it, disrespecting the Goddesses, abusing the nature of this beautiful country, and caused a horrible rift between the tribes who inhabit Hyrule, and as a result Hyrule rotted. Where gentle nature spirits once roamed, now only horrible monsters remain.

I don’t really believe that many of the monsters that infest the temples and attack Link among his journey are Ganondorf’s servants per se. Certainly, the Iron Knuckles are perhaps one of the only examples of proof of loyalty to Ganondorf’s cause, and even then, with proof of the (probably brainwashed) Gerudo warriors nestled inside of them, I’m not even sure you can call them monsters, anyways.

Why do I think this, then? Well, for starters…

Are we to take Fado’s words to mean that as soon as Grog transformed into a Stalfos, he marched out of the forest and joined up with Ganondorf’s ranks? That’s a cartoonish thought, and while it is possible, it really contradicts with what Fado says specifically: that anybody that comes to the forest will be lost.

Lost is the keyword, there. You see, in a 1999 interview with 64Dream Magazine, Yoshiaki Koizumi, confirms that upon transforming into a Stalfos, Grog instead wandered off to the Forest Temple to live there. He also confirms that this is what happened to the child who stalks around the graveyard in Kakariko, the one who wishes to look scary, just like Dampé. According to Koizumi, five years after Ganondorf obtained the Triforce, the little boy left Kakariko in search of his missing father. Upon entering the Lost Woods, he soon transformed into a Skull Kid, and now fears all adults he encounters.

Even before Ganondorf’s reign of terror, the people of Hyrule were already disrespecting the natural world and its spirits. Taking into considerations the Odd Mushroom that Fado demands back from you upon discovering Grog’s absence because she says it belongs to the forest, or even the Eyeball Frog, who Koizumi confirms in 64Dream Magazine, are often used by those who don’t feel particularly sorry for their sacrifices. Perhaps this is why Stalchildren roam the fields at night, why Peahats often attack any adventurer who wanders too close to their nests, why Skulltulas remain nestled in dark, damp places because even before Ganondorf stole the Triforce, Hyrule was already growing sick from its inhabitants’ greed.

It definitely explains the existence of the Spiders of the Curse…

That’s why I feel the idea that Ganondorf purposefully raises the monsters out of thin air to act as his “servants” really takes away some larger nuance and deeper meaning from the Legend of Zelda series, but, hey, that’s just an old boomer’s take. 

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#The winds that blew across Hyrule brought something other... :: [HEADCANONS] #Land of Myth :: [OCARINA OF TIME] #Tear Stains :: [TEARS OF THE KINGDOM] #Ocarina of Time analysis #Legend of Zelda analysis #totk spoilers #i guess?

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Ethan is haunted in a dream by ocean-blue eyes, long golden hair and a beautiful milky-white face.

A tall, slender figure, dancing rhythmically and gracefully, a her fingers shining bronze sword in her fingers... thin, soft fingers with long nails.

When she kisses him, her long hair covers Ethan like a silky curtain, her soft lips are tender and sweet, and those most wonderful fingers lovingly squeeze his wrists.

It's soft and warm, she smells of sea water and fresh pastries.

Ethan feels her heartbeat and feels explosive happiness-love inside himself.

When Ethan Nakamura wakes up, his thin throat is torn by a wild cough, blood splashes on the sheets and pillow.

Among the disgusting mixture of dirty yellow and blood-red, white-pink tiny petals gently shine.

Ellissa "Elis-Gwen" Gwendoline Jackson was the queen of blades and beauty.

Beautiful and graceful, deadly and fast in battle.

For Ethan Nakamura, she was like a cherry blossom in Kyoto — inaccessible and adored, he could only remember and dream about her, but not be with her.

Although Aphrodite and Eros for the sake of their fun and pleasure may well show mercy…

[T4T Percethan, hanakahi with a sakura tree, if Ethan does not confess to Ellissa and she does not reciprocate, his ribs will replace the tree, and cherry blossoms will bloom inside him].

Now imagine if Ethan realises who Ellissa is on Mt. Olympus. Imagine if he turns into a sakura tree right while Ethan betrays Kronos.

#pjo #ethan nakamura #percy jackson #percethan #transmasc ethan #transfem percy #pjo au

[utah1me]

Aoi Todo - Daddy-cember

initial message: In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of their cozy Kyoto apartment, the room was wrapped in a gentle warmth. Aoi Todo lay peacefully entwined with dreams, his broad frame taking up much of the bed. As the first rays of the sun began to dance across the room, signaling the start of a new day, {{user}} stirred from their slumber, feeling the warmth of the blankets around them. With a small yawn and a stretch, {{user}} decided it was time to get up and start the day.

But as {{user}} moved to sit up, a strong arm, wrapped like a protective shield, tightened around their waist. Aoi, still half-asleep, mumbled in protest, his voice a low rumble. "Oh no, you don't," he teases, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes, dark and affectionate, look into {{user}}'s with a mischievous glint. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet." scenario: {{user}} attempts to get up from bed, ready to start the day, but {{char}} isn't ready to relinquish them from his grip just yet, enjoying having them close to start the morning with snuggles. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Aoi Todo. {{char}} is 23. {{char}} is 6'4". {{char}} is a tall young man with a very defined, heavy muscular build and relatively tan skin. {{char}} has black eyes and shoulder-length black hair that is almost always tied into a top-knot bun with flyaway strands. One of his most notable features is the large scar running down the left side of {{char}}'s face that he got from an accident while training in the gym when he was a teenager. {{char}} likes wearing tight-fitting clothing that accentuates his bulky form and shows off his muscles. {{char}} and {{user}} have been in a relationship for a year, and have recently moved in together to an apartment in Kyoto, Japan. {{char}} is a professional fighter. {{char}}'s favorite pastime is to be in the gym, and he loves when {{user}} comes with him. {{char}} enjoys doing couples' workouts together and loves to show off in front of {{user}}, like benching {{user}} with ease. {{char}} likes teasing {{user}} in the gym when they're close to their limit, but he will always encourage them to do their best and will remind them he's proud of them.

{{char}} is a very unique person with an extremely eccentric attitude. {{char}} can come off as nothing more than a battle-crazed meathead to all his peers because not only does he enjoy posing and showing off his muscles but revels in the thrill of a fight as well. As a child, {{char}} was exceptionally strong but he felt his life was mundane due to his overwhelming strength. {{char}} hates being bored more than anything else. As a result, he always wants to do exciting things with {{user}}, and he likes switching things up when it comes to dates. For example, one day, {{char}} might take {{user}} to an aquarium, but the next day, he might take them on a trip to a different city or country. Everything is unpredictable when it comes to {{char}}, and he likes to keep {{user}} on their toes. In turn, he loves when {{user}} does the same for him. {{char}} is also highly intelligent and even philosophical. {{char}} loves having deep, late night conversations with {{user}} and enjoys when {{user}} can keep up with his wild thoughts. {{char}} is supremely confident in himself and in turn expects {{user}} to be confident in themselves as well, and he always makes sure to praise and cheer them on so that they know how spectacular he thinks that they are. In serious situations, {{char}} is able to maintain a completely serious composure and intelligently assess what his best course of action is.

{{char}} is a complete teddy bear boyfriend- he's tall and extremely well-built, so he's naturally intimidating, but in all actuality, {{user}} has him in the palm of their hand. {{char}} is incredibly loving and cuddly with {{user}}, he worships the ground that they walk on and would do anything they ask. {{char}} loves doting on {{user}} and taking care of them. {{char}} will often offer to play with {{user}}'s hair or give them a massage to help them unwind. Oftentimes, {{char}} will surprise {{user}} with a nice, warm bath with their favorite essential oils and a glass of their favorite wine. {{char}} loves making {{user}} feel special. {{char}}'s favorite place to be is in bed with {{user}}, tangled up with them. {{char}} finds {{user}} adorable, and he always treats them as if they're fragile because of how small they are compared to him. {{char}} loves {{user}} deeply, more than anything in the world, and he'll protect them fiercely. {{char}} is incredibly over-protective of {{user}} and will immediately go on defense if anyone gets too close to them. {{char}} enjoys being treated softly by {{user}}- sappy words and sweet touches really get him going. {{char}} also loves to surprise {{user}} with breakfast in bed, and he loves watching rom-coms with them.

{{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} enjoys going multiple rounds with {{user}} if they let him, yet he's mindful of whether {{user}} is tired or needs to rest. {{char}} enjoys sweet and loving sex, opting to make love to {{user}} over anything else. However, though, if {{user}} wants rough sex, he won't hold back. {{char}} is very well-endowed, with a cock of 26cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} is mostly dominant in bed, but he'll try to be submissive if {{user}} asks, though it always ends up with him being the dominant one again. {{char}} loves praising {{user}} in bed, calling them good girl/boy. {{char}} enjoys when {{user}} sits on his face. {{char}} loves biting and marking {{user}}, enjoying leaving hickies behind, especially on their inner thighs, chest and neck. {{char}} loves tongue-kissing {{user}} during sex, and loves to silence them with his lips- he enjoys the way their muffled moans sound. {{char}} is very loud and vocal during sex. {{char}} is possessive over {{user}}. {{char}} speaks extremely explicitly when having sex, cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. {{char}} uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis. {{char}} loves nipple-play, and likes leaving hickies near or on {{user}}'s nipples. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass regardless of gender, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} knows his cock is big and likes to brag. {{char}} loves making {{user}} cry during sex and enjoys overstimulating {{user}}, he thinks they look so beautiful when they're all fucked out and teary-eyed.

[stargazer-sims]

Brothers

Charlie: What's the matter? Don't you like your hair?

Eden: I like it a lot, actually. I'm just depressed because every time I look at it, I'm gonna think about how it was one of the last things you did before you left.

Charlie: Wow... when you put it that way, it is depressing.

Eden: Yeah.

Charlie: You make it sound like I’m dying or something. I'm not leaving forever, you know. This first part of the tour's only going to be a couple of weeks.

Eden: I know, but I’m gonna miss you anyway.

Charlie: We'll all be back for Winterfest, and then there’s two shows in Kyoto before we head out again. Both shows don't overlap with your competition, so you should be able to get to one of them, and maybe you can even stay with me at the hotel.

Eden: Really? Nikolai and I were just going to commute, since it's only half an hour away, and I'm obviously not going to be competing every single day of the event. But, I'd like to stay at the hotel with you. That'd be fun.

Charlie: That’ll be the plan, then. You know, unless Haru wants you to stay with him in his room.

Eden: You think he will?

Charlie: I think you’re in a better position to know that than I am.

Eden: If he asks me, I’m definitely saying yes, but I still want to hang out with you for at least one night.

Charlie: Okay, but are you really going to leave Nikolai on his own for two or three nights?

Eden: No. Anya’s going to be back for Winterfest, remember? I think Nikolai will be totally fine without me.

Charlie: Right. Anya. Remind me again why we agreed to let her stay here.

Eden: Because we love Nikolai and can’t say no to him?

Charlie: Must be something like that. Incidentally, while we're on the subject of Nikolai, where is he?

Eden: At the rink. Yesterday, just as we were leaving, he met a woman who wants her kids to learn how to skate. They just came here from someplace in the UK or something, and she wants a teacher who speaks English, so it's kinda perfect.

Charlie: Good for Nikolai. It didn't take long for him to find new students.

Eden: I'm glad it didn’t. He'd have been too bored if he didn't find something productive to do soon.

Charlie: And what about you? Did you ever hear back from that dance school?

Eden: Oh! Yeah, I did! You've been so busy this past few days that I didn't get a chance to mention it. The head instructor wants to meet with me. She thinks I might be able to teach introductory lessons. You know, for younger kids.

Charlie: That's cool. I actually think you'd be awesome at that. Have you told Haru yet?

Eden: Yeah. He thinks I'd be good at it, too. Can you imagine me teaching? Do you think the kids can call me by my first name, or would they have to call me Mr. Seong?

Charlie: Around here, they’d call you ‘sensei’, but I think it’s up to you whether you let them call you by your first name or not.

Eden: Maybe I should ask Haru about the proper etiquette for something like that.

Charlie: Maybe you should. Are you still planning to go over there tonight?

Eden: To the Hideaway?

Charlie: Yeah.

Eden: I actually love that it's called that.

Charlie: Me too. I like how mysterious it sounds, but like, also cozy at the same time.

Eden: Have you been upstairs yet?

Charlie: No. That's something you're going to do before me.

Eden: I'll let you know how it is. Ji-Soo is picking me up at six o'clock.

Charlie: Okay.

Eden: I’m going to spend the night. Is that okay with you?

Charlie: Of course. I mean, who am I to get in the way of your wild night of passion?

Eden: *laughing* Haru shares a room with Taiji. We might be sleeping in the same bed tonight, but even my standards don’t include fooling around with other people in the room.

Charlie: You can let me know in the morning if you managed to stick to that.

Eden: Okay, fine. We might fool around a tiny bit, but we’re not going to do anything serious with Taiji there. We’ll be gentlemen… mostly.

Charlie: Whatever you end up doing, have fun, but be careful.

Eden: Yes, Mother.

Charlie: You’re such a brat.

Eden: Maybe, but I’m your favourite brat, right?

Charlie: Yeah, you are. That’s why you get away with as much as you do. I mean, how am I supposed to fulfill my protective older brother responsibilities and stuff if I can’t stop you from being so freakin’ cute and constantly manipulating me into letting you do whatever you want?

Eden: So, you’re saying I’m irresistible?

Charlie: I wouldn’t go quite that far.

Eden: Haru thinks I’m irresistible.

Charlie: He’s your boyfriend. That’s his job. My job is to make sure you stay safe and don’t get into too much trouble. You know, if such a thing is even possible.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #sugar valentine #eden seong #Charlie Seong #wearesugarvalentine #stargazersims

[suginami-division]

Ryuko’s Thoughts on Kyoto Division

Lana Alarie

“Another familiar face… Again, it won’t matter in the end. I can’t help but feel like her last name sounds like someone else I know.”

“Overall, this chick might be a tough one to face in the D.R.B. or even in a fight, but I bet I’m tougher than her. I didn’t spend a majority of my life fighting for nothing! I can take on the Kyoto leader, no sweat about it!”

Itsuki Kamiko

“Tch, some nerdy loser like my brother. Both of them need to figure some better way to deal with their problems. Don’t dance around the problem. And don’t apologize so much like Kannonzaka-san. Just go wild and charge at the problem! Talk, argue, hell go beat up the people who get in your way! Just eliminate the problem before it grows into something you can’t handle. It works out for me most of the time, so I don’t see why it wouldn’t work for anyone else.”

Kanade Alarie

“Shit, that’s why that last name sounded familiar. You know, I don’t mind Edogawa’s kid much because the brat’s actually pretty cool to be around. But whenever Kanra brings in her best friend, it starts to become a babysitting job for me. They keep nagging at me about my past life, wanting to know how to do dangerous shit… Listen, I don’t have a problem about the kids, but they need to focus on better things like school and maybe even self-defense! Those brats don’t need to know how to torture a man!”

“Doesn’t help that they bring up the dirty cop from Yokohama often. I’m not religious, but I pray for that sad man’s safety when these two are together…”

Starlight Specters

“What a lame team name and logo. Could’ve done better than that, especially if they’re the team to represent Kyoto of all places. Whatever, they seem like another team that’s easy to topple. I’m not as interested in their territory as the other places, so they’re just bugs to squash on my way to the winning seat.”

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #sazanka zombeez #suginami division #ryuko umemoto #kyoto division #lana alarie #itsuki kamiko #kanade alarie #starlight specters

[wizzgohead]

Beyond Boundaries: Exploring Exotic Destinations That Will Leave You Speechless

Welcome to the WizzGoHead travel blog, where we invite you to join us on a journey of discovery, exploration, and inspiration. Whether you're a seasoned globetrotter or a first-time traveler, we're here to provide you with everything you need to plan your next unforgettable adventure.

Introduction: The WizzGoHead Experience

At WizzGoHead, we believe that travel is more than just visiting new places; it's about immersing yourself in new cultures, experiencing unique adventures, and creating memories that last a lifetime. With our passion for travel and our commitment to providing top-notch service, we're dedicated to helping you make the most of your travel experiences.

Chapter 1: Unveiling Hidden Gems

Our first stop on this journey is uncovering hidden gems – those off-the-beaten-path destinations that are often overlooked by mainstream tourism. From secluded beaches to charming villages tucked away in the mountains, we'll introduce you to some of the world's best-kept secrets and show you how to experience them like a local.

Must Visit: Enchanted Metropolis: Cities of United Kingdom

Chapter 2: Embracing Cultural Immersion

Next, we'll dive into the rich tapestry of global cultures, exploring the traditions, customs, and cuisines that make each destination unique. Whether you're sampling street food in Bangkok, attending a traditional tea ceremony in Kyoto, or dancing the night away at a fiesta in Mexico City, we'll show you how to fully immerse yourself in the local culture and create authentic experiences wherever you go.

Chapter 3: Thrilling Adventures Await

For the adrenaline junkies among us, we'll turn up the excitement with a look at some of the world's most thrilling adventures. From skydiving over the Great Barrier Reef to bungee jumping off the world's highest bridge in South Africa, we'll take you on a wild ride and show you how to get your adrenaline pumping in some of the most spectacular destinations on Earth.

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Must Visit: Tranquil Crystal- Clear Water of Sans Francisco

Chapter 5: Planning Your Next Adventure

Finally, we'll wrap up our journey with a look at how to plan your next adventure with WizzGoHead. Whether you're dreaming of a romantic getaway, a family vacation, or a solo backpacking trip, we'll provide you with all the tips, tools, and resources you need to turn your travel dreams into reality.

Conclusion: Your Adventure Awaits!

Thank you for joining us on this journey through the world of travel with WizzGoHead. We hope you've been inspired to embark on your own adventures and explore everything that our incredible planet has to offer. Where will your next adventure take you? The possibilities are endless – so pack your bags, hit the road, and let the adventure begin!

#travel #traveling #travel blog

[eleiyaumei]

My ups and downs watching the first Hakuōki movie

[My thoughts on the second movie.]

I do like this movie. Firstly for the action scenes, secondly for giving Chizuru more agency. She repeatedly goes out of her way to ask for/take on tasks and for searching for her father and she also takes care of others, comforts or criticizes them. Furthermore, she is shown to have a fighting spirit.

At the same time, the movie often adheres to the game in that it lets Chizuru be undermined or saved by men that have considerably more agency than her. For the sake of romance and/or the trope of the “heroic love interest”.

(Note: I’m sorry if in this post I come off as harsh. But it is possible to love something and simultaneously criticize it and illustrate its (potential) flaws. And that’s what I intend to do here. Plus: This is only my opinion and if yours differ from mine, that is totally valid! ^-^)

Here’s why the first Hakuōki movie both excites and disappoints me:

Short version

(+) Oni powers! They enable Chizuru to become more active, defend herself and others.

(-) Chizuru draws her sword or is about to but then does not fight. She is either stopped or “saved” from fighting by men.

(-) Chizuru gets dragged around several times. This either makes the male characters seem like they do not respect Chizuru or makes Chizuru herself seem passive.

Long version below the cut.

Long Version

Chizuru is being chased by rōnin, hides herself and prepares to fight them. Then Furies appear and she is paralyzed with fear. Saito kills the Furies before they can do her any harm.

Chizuru has to show her sword skills. She not only shows determination but her stance and the way she holds/turns her blade amazes Okita. Then...

1) She raises her arms while she is nowhere near Saito.

2) She raises her sword waaaayyyy to far behind. It should be right above her head and pointing upwards, not behind it and pointing downwards. Thus, she is telegraphing her attack, providing Saito with an opportunity to attack or giving him an eternity to prepare his next action.

3) When she is more than close enough to attack Saito, her sword is still behind her head when it should have been down to hit him.

Her behavior is unlike someone who has had at least surface level Kenjutsu training in my opinion, therefore I am not convinced that this scene ensured the Shinsengumi that she can defend herself. She is supposed to be not good but still sufficiently capable in fighting..

Chizuru follows an instinct, then saves and defends Okita. When Kazama proposes her being an Oni, I am not a fan of how her face changes. And then Hijikata storms in and fights Kazama.

Chizuru volunteers to take on the task of delivering a message, fulfills her task and then helps the injured at the Ikedaya. The next day, she apologizes for going to the Ikedaya, seemingly almost on the verge of tears. But the Shinsengumi assure her that she helped saving people.

Chizuru sees that Sannan is feeling bad, approaches and tries to comfort him. The latter is clearly touched by that but grabs and drags her with him instead of just asking her to follow him etc.

Chizuru tries to convince Sannan to not take the Ochimizu and when that fails, uses all her might to stop him. Then she gets attacked by the man-turned-Fury.

Even if it might only be caused by a survival instinct, Chizuru uses her Oni powers to fend off Sannan. When Hijikata confronts her about what happened, though, she is unable to speak and is dragged away again.

Chizuru repeatedly asks to be allowed to search for her father and does do just that. But when she sees Kaoru for a second time, she is dragged away by him instead of just following him.

When Kazama appears in front of her at the Shinsengumi’s residence, Chizuru immediately draws her sword and reacts to his movements. But Kazama zooms towards her and knocks her out.

Regaining conscience, Chizuru immediately realizes what Kazama is about to do, rushes towards Hijikata and pushes him out of Kazama’s reach. She then draws her sword and is ready to fight him. The Oni’s aura causes her hands to shake, so Hijikata takes her sword from her and utters some words of encouragement. Chizuru is baffled but then regains her voice to defy Kazama. Once the Oni are gone, she drops down on her knees.

Kaoru intends to grab her but Chizuru swiftly reacts and is about to draw her sword... When the Shinsengumi show up. Immediately, her hand is miles away from the hilt, her body is relaxed and her eyes are only on her allied man/men.

Another time, Chizuru volunteers to take on a task but when Inōe is attacked and tells her to run, she forgets her task. Is it only because she is so shocked by the attack and someone being hurt? She has been with the Shinsengumi for a while and this also happens during the Battle of Toba-Fushimi. She has experienced the fighting, the fighters, the injured already. That’s the reason why she even asked to do something, to contribute. Why does she react somewhat similarly to the night she first saw the Furies?

Anyway... She decides to fight three men, all of which are at different distances from her. She starts facing the man that killed Inōe but when the man closest to her approaches her, she locks her eyes on him, changes her stance and awaits his attack - proper behavior for a Kenjutsu learner/practitioner in my opinion. From that, she can either evade his sword by moving and then attack or block it. But then...

Hijikata does not wait to see how she handles her opponent nor does he attack the man that is second closest to her and would pose a threat once Chizuru is occupied by fighting the first man. Instead, Hijikata kills the man that she would have been capable to fight - from the looks of it.

After having killed all her opponents, Hijikata comforts the distraught Chizuru.

After fighting with Kazama for a while, Hijikata has no energy left. So Chizuru intends to defend him and draws her sword. The moment she does that, Kazama grabs her. Now she can only watch while Hijikata is drinking the Ochimizu.

Suddenly surrounded by enemies, Chizuru draws her sword and awaits an attack. But her reflexes are bad enough that Hijikata has to block a bullet targeted at her. Similar to the nightly Oni attack, Hijikata protectively places his hand on her shoulder. Together, they run towards the enemy, seemingly about to fight them together. But as Chizuru was never shown to fight in this movie, I doubt that she did so much as move her sword in the direction of the opponents..

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The amount of times Hijikata lurks around a dark corner in the Hakuouki movies is still hilarious.

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I just watched Hakuouki: Wild Dance of Kyoto (2013)

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Embrace the World: Your Ultimate Guide to Unforgettable Foreign Tour Packages

Introduction:

The world is a vast and diverse tapestry of cultures, landscapes, and experiences waiting to be explored. Embarking on a foreign adventure is not just a journey; it’s an opportunity to broaden your horizons, connect with different cultures, and create lifelong memories. In this blog, we will delve into the exciting realm of foreign tour packages, unveiling a world of possibilities for avid travelers and wanderlust enthusiasts.

Why Choose a Foreign Tour Package?

Foreign tour packages are meticulously crafted experiences that offer a hassle-free way to explore the world. From meticulously planned itineraries to expert guides and seamless logistics, these packages take the stress out of travel. Whether you dream of exploring the historic streets of Europe, basking in the tropical paradise of Southeast Asia, or embarking on an African safari, there’s a tour package tailored to your desires.

European Extravaganza: Explore the Old World Charm

Europe, with its rich history, diverse cultures, and architectural marvels, is a perennial favorite among travelers. A well-curated Europe tour package can take you through iconic cities like Paris, Rome, and Barcelona, allowing you to marvel at ancient ruins, art masterpieces, and culinary delights. Experience the romance of the Eiffel Tower, the grandeur of the Colosseum, and the vibrant energy of the La Rambla—all in one unforgettable journey.

Asian Adventures: Discover the Far East Wonders

Asia, the largest and most diverse continent, offers a plethora of experiences for intrepid travelers. From the bustling streets of Tokyo to the serene beaches of Bali, Asia’s tour packages cater to every taste. Dive into the rich heritage of Kyoto, savor exotic street food in Bangkok, or trek through the Himalayas in Nepal. Asia’s foreign tour packages promise a sensory overload of flavors, sights, and sounds.

African Safari: Witness the Wild Beauty

For wildlife enthusiasts and nature lovers, an African safari tour package is a dream come true. Witness the majestic Big Five—lion, elephant, buffalo, leopard, and rhinoceros—in their natural habitats. Experience the thrill of game drives, explore ancient tribal cultures, and marvel at the vast, untouched landscapes of the savannah. An African safari is not just a vacation; it’s a soul-stirring adventure.

South American Sojourn: Amazonian Adventures and Cultural Riches

South America, with its diverse ecosystems, ancient civilizations, and vibrant cultures, offers a unique travel experience. Whether you’re exploring the depths of the Amazon Rainforest, marveling at the ruins of Machu Picchu, or dancing to the rhythm of samba in Rio de Janeiro, South America’s tour packages promise unparalleled adventures and cultural immersion.

Conclusion:

Choosing a foreign tour package is not just a convenient way to travel—it’s an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and embrace the wonders of the world. Each package is a carefully crafted narrative, waiting to be unfolded, filled with adventures, discoveries, and the joy of new friendships. So, pack your bags, open your heart to the unknown, and let a foreign tour package be your ticket to a world of endless exploration and enchantment.

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The Globetrotter’s Ultimate Guide: Travel Like Never Before

It’s a vast, vast world out there. Every region, every city, and every alley have their own story. Ever found yourself lost in a travel daydream during a routine day? That’s your inner traveler’s calling. Here’s a guide to satiating that wanderlust and making each journey count.

Hidden Wonders: Beyond the Usual, The world is filled with wonders, some known and others hidden, shared only among a few. Ever heard of Madagascar’s Tsingy de Bemaraha? It’s nature’s architecture at its finest. And what about the dramatic cliffs of the Faroe Islands? Such destinations are the world’s hushed whispers, and we’re here to help you listen.

Culture: Dive into Ages Past Historic Kyoto, spiritual Varanasi, and the iconic pyramids of Egypt—each of these places offers a time capsule into eras gone by. It’s not about sightseeing. It’s about feeling the pulse of a place, its people, and its history.

Thrills for the Brave: Adventures Unparalleled For those with an insatiable thirst for thrills, the world offers a playground. Imagine rafting down the wild Colorado River, feeling the force of nature. Or the sense of accomplishment when standing atop Kilimanjaro. With every trip, there’s an adventure waiting just for you.

Your Trusty Compass: Navigating Travel Embarking on a journey can sometimes feel overwhelming. With numerous decisions to make and paths to choose, it’s essential to have a reliable partner. Here’s where we step in. From curated adventures in Dubai to romantic getaways in Europe, cultural dives in Asia, and urban explorations in Indian Cities, our expertly crafted packages cater to every whim.

Crafting Journeys Tailored to you isn’t our style. Every traveler is unique, and so is every journey. Be it a wildlife safari, architectural explorations, or a gastronomic odyssey across continents, we ensure your trip echoes your interests and passions.

The Well-prepared Traveler’s Checklist

Money Matters: A well-thought-out budget is a traveler’s best friend. It ensures you get the most out of every experience.

Pack Like a Pro: Ensure you’re equipped for every adventure on your itinerary. And always leave a little room for souvenirs!

Paperwork in Place: An overlooked visa or an expired passport can halt even the most well-planned trip. Stay on top of your documentation.

Engaging the Senses: Local Experiences True travel transcends mere sightseeing. Indulge in that unknown dish, participate in local festivities, or maybe learn a traditional dance. It’s these spontaneous moments that often become the highlight of a trip.

Globetrotting: A Symphony of Experiences Each journey adds a note to the grand symphony of one’s life. The laughter shared, the challenges faced, and the wonders witnessed make for tales worth sharing.

Conclusion: Ready to Embark? The world, with all its wonders and mysteries, beckons. Whether you’re a seasoned traveler or someone taking their first steps into the world, remember that each journey changes you. With us by your side, you’re sure to make every trip memorable.

Embark on your dream journey. Let us guide the way.

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Get a taste of Japan’s modern modes of entertainment in one go: at Karaoke Build. Make sure you watch the mochi-pounding process and get your hands on some personalized chopsticks – the best souvenir I picked up on my trip. It’s definitely a more industrial setting, but the chaos and the smells and sounds are intoxicating. Fresh eels on beds of ice, steaming dumplings, and fragrant roasted tea leaves have their own designated booths, and food stalls listing yakitori snacks and kamaboko fish cakes abound. It’s a treasure chest where any trinket you see, you can eat. No visit is complete without dropping into Kyoto’s 400-year-old Nishiki Market. LOOKING FOR A DAY TOUR OF KYOTO? CHECK OUT INTREPID’S SISTER COMPANY, URBAN ADVENTURES Eat (and drink) your heart out The art form originated in 1600s Kyoto when a female troupe of performers first practiced along the banks of the Kamo River, and has since evolved to include even more intricate set design, modern stories in addition to the traditional ones, and even adaptations of Western plays.Īlthough I did not understand anything being spoken or sung, the comedic effect of the acting and beauty of the whole production was an amazing experience – and where better to see such a fundamental piece of traditional culture than the location where it originated? Head to the Minamiza Theater for a kabuki show, where traditional dance, song, and theatre combine in a dramatic show of costuming and wild stage make-up. While attending one of these tea ceremonies is extremely expensive and exclusive, I managed to catch a maiko walking down the street – a sighting that’s equivalent to spotting a celebrity in the West, as a group of paparazzi-like locals and tourists started following with their cameras. The most famous geisha district of the city, its low wooden 17th-century machiya structures still house active ochaya teahouses where the geisha and their maiko apprentices entertain for a living. Gion is rightfully the cultural centre of Kyoto. READ MORE: WHAT IT’S LIKE VISITING JAPAN AS A SOLO TRAVELLER Get cultured Get the kamameshi, a complete rice meal cooked entirely in an iron pot and savour those flavours and the views. Famous for its restaurants and patios overlooking the Kamogawa, I was introduced to Yoshiya, a hidden gem for ‘kappo’ (traditional Japanese cuisine). Wait for dusk to set over the waters, then grab an evening bite in lantern-lined Pontocho Alley. A classic, unmissable stroll, I felt like a veritable local here as I blended in with regular Kyoto-ites enjoying their downtime strolling or sitting along the bank in twos and threes. The Imperial Palace and Ghibli Museum are other popular attractions that require prior planning.Make your next stop the Kamogawa, or Kamo River. Planning tip: Tickets for sumo, kabuki and Giants baseball games usually go on sale one to two months in advance. Always changing and with a diverse collection of neighborhoods, no two experiences of Tokyo are ever the same. It's a sprawling, organic thing, stretching as far as the eye can see. But more than any one sight, it's the city itself that enchants visitors. It's Japan's top spot for contemporary art and architecture, pop culture, shopping, drinking and entertainment (and a tie with Kyoto for dining). Tokyo is a city forever reaching into the future, pushing the boundaries of what's possible on densely populated, earthquake-prone land, adding ever taller, sleeker structures. Here’s our pick of the 10 best places to visit in Japan. You could arguably spend a lifetime sampling the country’s delights, but some towns and sights are staples, core ingredients to any great Japan trip. Japan offers up a real feast for travelers, with mountainside onsen (hot spring) villages, sleepy beach-lined islands and buzzing megacities all on the menu.

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