On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

The glittering lights around Sagami Bay seemed so small down below, as Motoko and I looked out of the small window of the helicopter. The particular model of helicopter was quiet, as much as such vehicles could be, as it was designed for transporting military and political VIPs under the JSDF aegis, and I had quietened it still further by judicious use of wind element to mute the vibrations and sound of the rotors and engines.

Coupled with the music from the on-board speakers, which was playing a soft, traditional Japanese tune, it was actually quite cosy. Especially with Motoko snuggled against me. We were on our second bottle of champagne, simply enjoying the view and each other’s company.

“Our Territory is down there, in the Boundary.” Motoko observed. “I recognise that stretch of coastline, it is where we… farm the sea beasts, as Shiro puts it.”

“She’s not wrong. Farming is a decent strategy for us, though I do have my worries we’ll end up drawing out something too tough to handle. After all… the oceans cover more than seventy percent of Earth, and it’s surely the same in the Boundary. Who knows what beasts lurk down there.” I remembered the giant, mysterious Umi bōzu that dwelled within Nurarihyon’s isolated, mobile Territory, colossal heads and shoulders visible, blank, staring, lamp-like eyes gazing out over the black waters like mobile lighthouses. Even now I don’t fancy fighting them. They radiated threat, and while they didn’t have the raw League of Nurarihyon or his wife Seirei, their presence was still menacing, and with such size, they surely had commensurate power.

“Oh, such as the Ryūjin. Or in Western mythology, the Kraken, or perhaps Leviathan.” Motoko remarked. “Yes, facing such would be disastrous. Sagami Bay is quite deep, after all. I remember in my Geography classes, the teacher stated it reaches a depth of fifteen hundred metres in places. In the Boundary, perhaps that is magnified, as things seem to be?”

“Yeah, everything’s on a grander scale. Speaking of the Ryūjin, his mythical palace, the Ryūgū-jō, strikes me as the sort of place that would be possible in the Astral, a vast world inside a simple space. A dungeon, of sorts.”

“I would not care to visit.” Motoko shook her head, a slight smile crossing her lips. “Urashima Tarō returned many centuries too late. If we were to while away a few days there, all our loved ones would have become dust, and without your strength, even Earth itself might perish. Besides…” Her slight smile was now rather teasing, and she pressed closer to me, our heads almost touching as she stared into my eyes. “Otohime, the daughter of the Dragon King… she would be a troublesome wife for you to gain, and I would be rather jealous were you to spend the days within the Palace being so… entertained… by her, as the myths inferred.”

“You’re so cute when you are jealous.” We kissed, our breaths hot, and when we parted, Motoko took a sip of champagne to mask her embarrassment.

“I am simply speaking up for Eri.” Motoko insisted. “I understand well the necessity of political unions. Though it seems you are collecting Princesses.” Motoko crossed her legs, cheeks pink as she revelled in the fact I was unable not to take a peek when she did so, her short skirt riding up a little, revealing more of her stocking-clad legs. “They are next, and last. Your day of trials is almost over.”

“Don’t call it that. I’d say it’s been a day of joys.” I grinned, determined not to feel any shame. I quickly replayed my memories of the prior dates, and yes, they were all wonderful, even the troublesome one with my foolish yet adorable sister. “I don’t mind working hard for those I love, and in doing so, I’m working hard for myself. After all… I’m spending time here with you, watching the Tokyo coastline glitter and sparkle on Christmas Eve. There are millions of guys in Japan who’ll never experience something so magical.”

“I think you shall find it is every man, be it in Japan, or worldwide, who will never experience this with me. Only you.”

“You can certainly be charming when you want to be.” I praised Motoko teasingly, and she squeezed shut her eyes for a moment, her blush spreading to her ears and neck, before she stared into my eyes, suddenly serious.

“Of course. I have had much to learn. While as a Tsumura daughter, I have been educated on how to be a wife and mother… it did not prepare me for actually being in love. But I am not one to neglect self-improvement.” Her small smile showed she was being self-deprecating, but as I snaked an arm around her, letting the warmth of our bodies mingle, I shook my head.

“You most certainly aren’t.” I agreed. “But this isn’t a Skill to Rank up, or a stance with the spear to master… you don’t need to work at it, just… feel it. Here.” I nodded down at my chest, since both my hands were full. Seeing that, Motoko frowned momentarily. Quickly finishing her own champagne, she placed down the glass, deftly scooped mine from my hand and put it down beside us, before taking my hand and pressing it to her chest. Déjà vu again…

“I do feel it. See?” she insisted, before noticing my strange reaction. “What is so amusing?”

“Kana did the same thing earlier.” I couldn’t help but give Motoko a playful, gentle squeeze, and her lips parted, a soft, wet sound leaking out. She didn’t resist, instead leaning closer, urging me on, though her eyes were expressing a little defeat.

“Of course, to experience it with Kana, and then with me, there is a great deal of difference…” she muttered.

“There is.” I agreed. “But like I told you then, there’s no better or worse. The you under my hand is as precious to me as the Kana I touched earlier. And you know I don’t lie.”

“Yes, and when you do, you are quite terrible at it.” Motoko let out a chuckle, relaxing a bit. “Oh, your throat must be dry, and your hands are full, but I would not dare force you to relinquish my heart and… what shields it…” She picked up my glass, face now scarlet, and drank. Then, still holding the champagne in her mouth, her lips locked with mine. Understanding her intent, I continued to hug her and gently play with her modest chest through her clothing, and as her mouth opened and tongue came seeking mine, the flow of champagne followed, and I swallowed, even as we kissed deeply.

“There…” she gasped, half a whisper, half a moan, as we parted. “If you wish more, please… do not hesitate. A wife’s duty is to serve and attend to her husband’s needs, but… being your wife… it is not a duty to me. No, it is a treasure, a right I have taken, despite my foolish naivety of the past. Even now… is this not wonderful?” Her breathy whispers were somehow clearer to me than the gentle music, or the low thrum of the helicopter held behind my winds. “We are all alone, in the sky… our hearts…” She pressed her hand to my chest now. “…beating as one.”

We sat like that for a minute, just enjoying our closeness. The distant Mount Fuji was growing closer as we passed over the Bay and were now above land. “Yeah, it’s extremely wonderful…” I muttered. “As are you.”

Motoko sagged against me, losing strength. “Tell me, just what about me delights you?”

I raised an eyebrow at that, amused at her clingy neediness, so unlike her normal refined self. Her flush deepened, so red she was now hot to the touch, but she didn’t look away. “This is a day for lovers. Everyone says so. And so… I wish to be her right now. Not Tsumura Motoko, but simply Motoko, a young woman in the throes of her first and only love. And when I think that… I feel different.”

‘It’s always the quiet ones, the composed girls, who are the most needy and clingy, bro, so best watch out…’ I remembered that life lesson from my sis, and setting aside just how much experience she had in romance, about the same I did before the crazy events of this year, I supposed as a woman, she knew women best.

“I feel different too. I’ve been on dates, we’ve done plenty of romantic things, but… yeah, today does seem more intense. After all, it’s Christmas Eve. And it’s been a peaceful day for the first time in a while, well, if you don’t count my sis acting up, of course.” I let out a rusty chuckle.

“Nobody doubted you would allay her fears. Whatever they were.” Motoko paused. “I have no wish to talk about other women right now, not even your sister. I wish you to praise me, but… while I do not fully understand what troubles her, I understand she fears for her place and her identity. I sympathise. I shall make a greater effort to be inclusive and spend time with her when I can.”

“That would be great. My sis could do with learning from you, a bit more elegance and grace wouldn’t go amiss. As it is, she seems to have picked up bad habits from Shaeula. But then, mom always did joke that the dumber the child, the cuter it is. And while Aiko’s far from stupid, she’s definitely impulsive and easily discouraged, and worse, prone to stumbling at the final hurdle. She’s right. It makes sense why she never won any tournaments now, despite being very skilled and dedicated to training. Always choking at the very end… like today.” I remembered Kana’s opinion. You are an idiot, sis, and a coward, but… you’re my precious idiot, and my one and only cowardly little sister. Sure, there’s Haanōbō, Suzu, others who have become precious to me, but… I’ve been watching out for you since they day you were born. And I’ll watch over you until the day you no longer need me to, and even then… well, don’t you always say I’m an incorrigible siscon? Even when you’re standing on your own, I’ll always be waiting to offer a hand if you need it…

“But enough about her.” Mount Fuji was approaching rapidly, the snow-covered peak glowing under the moonlight. “Motoko… even your name means resourceful, and a child of new beginnings.”

She nodded at my words, listening intently, brown eyes sparkling with curiosity and passion. Unable to resist, I kissed her again, and it was hard to maintain my reason as her soft, gentle moans leaked out, but as we passed Mount Fuji, we parted, a momentarily bridge of saliva linking our lips and tongues. Feeling the heat both within myself and under my caressing hand, I stared into her eyes. “I’m not going to give a trite answer like ‘everything about you delights me’, but it’s still true. If I had to be strict with myself, I’d say… it’s your absolute dedication to everything you do, and everyone you care about. Be that Tsumura Style, or Natsumi, or me… especially me…” I winked playfully. “…you’re always doing your best. Even this little jaunt… it surprised me, and…” We watched Mount Fuji receding into the distance, Tokyo’s lights coming closer to us. “…it’s just an example of your thoughtfulness. Sure, you’re a bit… perhaps a lot… quieter than some of the others, but… that just makes you comfortable to spend time with. But don’t think that means I don’t see your passion. After all…” I gestured to the empty champagne glass. Channelling a little aether, I lifted the bottle, poured some champagne directly into my mouth, and transferred it to Motoko this time with a passionate kiss and embrace, the sofa soft below us. “…you were certainly bold enough here…” I chuckled, when we parted. “It’s the gap between how relaxing you are to be around, as well as the fierce passion smouldering within, which actually makes you very exciting. And your unyielding spirit to do what’s right, to protect and fight… it’s like those soldiers said, your bravery is no less than theirs, no less than mine. If anyone’s a hero, you are.”

“I see.” Motoko blinked languidly, savouring the moment. “So that is how you see me, is it?” She let out a soft sigh, relaxing into me. “I shine so brightly in your eyes? I had… often felt myself rather a woman belonging in the background. After all, a noble wife should be quiet, modest, dignified, not assert herself overmuch. I am not like Hinata, who thrives at being the centre of attention. Sometimes, I am envious of those better able to express themselves. I find it easier to follow Natsumi. She is brighter than I am, bolder…”

“I wouldn’t say that. You both have your own charms, you’re not a set. I don’t see you that way.”

“I know, and I am grateful. Hence… this.” She gestured to the helicopter, and the view outside. “I wanted… to show you just how much I value our time together. It is not just because you have led me to reviving Tsumura Style and saved my honour while giving me a blossoming future. Though for those deeds, I shall forever love and adore you.” Her brown eyes were shimmering with deep emotion and earnest intent. “No, it is because you truly strive to understand me, accepting my flaws, and encouraging my strengths. No, it goes deeper. You accept my weaknesses, but you help me rise above them, but… not by simply sweeping them away, as a man of the nobility would think to do, taking charge of my life, but by encouraging me to better myself, to contemplate the me I wish to be. Though of course…” Her smile was wistful now, her eyes shimmering with pent-up emotion. “…when the truly insurmountable obstacles threaten my happiness, then you do indeed shatter them and scatter the wreckage, careful not to let even a single shard stab at my feet as I walk the path towards the future with you, with everyone.”

She sighed then. “It… perhaps would have been nice, a more normal relationship, were you genuinely a son of a family matching Tsumura house in status, a simple arranged marriage, quiet, ordinary. But…” Seeing my expression, she touched a finger to my lips, bidding me to listen. “…I know that could have never been. Because that is not you. And if it was… likely you would not be the man I love now, but one no different to any of the other sons of the Fifty-Eight. Do not look at me so…” She gently prodded my lips with her finger, trying to make me smile. “…I am not unhappy, far from it. But I am the same as everyone else. I always wonder about what might have been. Though in truth, only Eri, Shiro, or perhaps Shaeula could truly have lived that dream with you. Now smile.” She prodded me again, enjoying the feel of my skin. “You were saying what you adore about me, and I you. So, do continue.” Her smile was back to a teasing smirk, a hint of wicked mischief at odds with her usual countenance. “We will be landing shortly, so I am sure you can fill the time with my many good qualities!”

As the helicopter indeed started passing over Tokyo proper, lights twinkling below, I rose to her challenge. “Oh, I’m sure I could keep going even if we loop around again. I’m not going to be superficial enough to list your elegant beauty, no, I’ll focus on things that define you, such as the way you were an example to the other unhappy girls at Hanafubuki, and…”

Meanwhile, at the mansion, Natsumi thrust at me, her crimson-bladed spear Gurenyari heading towards my face. I concentrated all my attention on not just the incoming point, but the steady solidity of the shaft, the lines of Natsumi’s body, and especially her feet, which were solidly planted. Casually, I leaned back, my higher Alacrity and Precision allowing me to dodge, though the thrust contained more power and speed than anticipated, so it was closer than I expected. Seeing that, Natsumi spun, grounding her spear, a few droplets of silvery sweat scattering from her face.

“Nearly got you then! How was it?” she asked cheerfully, as I handed her a towel, which she gratefully took to mop at her sweaty skin.

“Not bad. In fact, I’d say it was a masterful strike. You’ve improved so much in only a few hours, I’d say you had natural talent, except that’d downplay your hard work.”

“Flattering me, huh? Don’t worry, I’m very susceptible to that!” She paused, suddenly giggling happily. “So is Motoko. While even from a young age she was praised for her elegance and spirit, as she grew older, and she refused to abandon the Tsumura Arts, such praise became rare. But she never backed down. So please flatter her. No lies, just… oh, I don’t know why I’m telling you that.” Natsumi’s giggles now seemed a little ashamed. “After all, you don’t need your Eyes to see to the heart of a woman, and what she’s worth. And you do love making us feel good about ourselves.”

“Of course I do. Who wouldn’t? It’s not hard to praise the strength of a Dragon, or the beauty of a Qilin, as Daiyu might say. But you’re right, Motoko’s wringing me dry of praise right now. It’s cute.”

“Yeah, she’s been rather stressed out recently.” Natsumi agreed. “I won’t say I’ve been unaffected, and if it wasn’t for my Resilience, I’d probably be in a terrible state, but… at least as a bodyguard, I was prepared to draw blood, even kill, to protect. Motoko, despite fighting in the Boundary, despite wanting to become a warrior… never really understood what it was to kill another human or watch them die. Monsters are easy, oddly enough. It doesn’t seem… real. But Hanafubuki…” She took a deep breath, and I grabbed her free hand, not caring about the sweaty towel, tossing it aside.

“Thanks.” Natsumi grinned, gripping my hand tightly, while she rested on her grounded spear. “Just like I said, you see when it’s the right time to be reassuring. But you don’t demand we listen to your words, just… be there for us. Oh, of course you’ll guide us when we need it. And we don’t hate that. Though I imagine Aiko-chan declaring that you are being a nuisance and a busybody sometimes when you interfere. Being a brother must be hard. Though if I’m honest, Motoko’s brother, Masaru-sama, isn’t as supportive as I’d have liked. Don’t get me wrong, I would never speak ill of him…”

She winked, and then proceeded to do just that, though in very mild fashion, in a very Natsumi way, cheerful, kind, yet incisive. “…he’s the very image of a Tsumura, military-minded, strict and self-disciplined. But that’s also left him lacking sympathy. He wanted to push Motoko into the narrow role she was born for. Now he can’t, and… well, the nobility aren’t used to accepting change. But it’s come unbidden. At least Fujiwara-sama and Ichijou-sama are flexible, despite their age and power. But back to Motoko… yeah, she’s kept the struggle inside and was also feeling the pressure when I succeeded in gaining Chollima’s Favour. She felt a little lost. But you didn’t just solve her problem.” She winked at me. “I know you could have. Easily. Like you did for Master Bjarki. Extract what she needed and give it to her. And she’d have been grateful.”

Yeah, I did consider it, just like for Shaeula, the Favour… I think it’s unnecessary, instead, using them to cultivate a stronger lightning and wind makes the most sense. But I saw Motoko needed to win by her own strength, her own determination. Her will blooms like red, yellow and pink Nasturtium flowers, and I wouldn’t be able to trample on her will to conquer her own fears and inadequacies.

I repeated those sentiments out loud, and Natsumi gazed at me wonderingly. “Nasturtium? Signifying victory in battle? I never knew you studied the language of flowers. That’s the sort of pursuit we learn at Hanafubuki. Flower arranging, tea ceremony, music and dance, painting and calligraphy… all gentle pursuits…”

“I’ve studied a little. The reason is twofold. Firstly, Cultivation uses a lot of plants and herbs. Daiyu, Hyacinth and Asha have been working on creating them, and there have been a few useful byproducts and happy accidents grown. Secondly… what man doesn’t want to give flowers to those he loves? But it’s not like I can just give everyone red roses or white lilies or red carnations, is it? That would be totally pathetic. So I had to learn.”

“It’s that level of attention to detail I can respect.” Natsumi’s brown eyes sparkled with respect. “You never cut corners. To be fair, neither do we. You inspire us to give our full heart to whatever we do. Motoko had to ask her father for a favour to arrange her night flight, which couldn’t have been easy. As for me…” She released my hand and stepped back, brandishing her spear. “…despite watching me perform a hundred thrusts, you don’t even show a hint of boredom.”

“How could I? Have you seen yourself? You look gorgeous today, like a winter fairy, Natsumi.”

Her cheeks reddened. “Thanks. But I know you weren’t watching me lewdly, no, you were observing every muscle move, every flow of aether, the tip of the spear… I feel both gratified and slightly insulted. But then… you have won a reward. I promised it earlier. Oh…” She paused, suddenly thinking of something. “Does that mean we can expect flowers for Christmas?”

“Of course. I know women love flowers.”

“We do.” she agreed. “So, for your reward…” She closed in suddenly, wind surging, Chollima’s Favour carrying her to me in an instant. Her lips met mine, and her tongue was already out as she clung to me, and we kissed passionately and deeply, her hands clinging tightly to my back, her chest pressed against me. When we parted, she waved her hand at her red face. “Oh, I’m so hot. All this thrusting makes me… you know.”

She winked cheerily, before removing her woolly jumper and scarf, revealing a low-cut, tight fitting blue t-shirt underneath, which had white shoulders and neckline, a reversed gradient to the jumper. “Anyway…” She channelled wind, grabbing the spear she had discarded to hug me. “Might as well make looking at me more fun for you. Hell, if I manage to master this, I might even take something else off…” She pursed her lips, teasing me. “In all seriousness… thanks for looking out for not just Motoko, but me and the others as well. It’s been hard for us, processing what happened when the Church attacked, but… we’ll come through it stronger.”

“I know.” I nodded. “I struggled with the same mental anguish. Was there another way, is it right for me to take a life, how far is too far… in the end, we can only follow our conscience, but I’d rather regret going too far to save those I loved, than holding back, and having to live with the sickening guilt of having failed to save them.”

“Yeah. You’d make a good bodyguard, you know.” Natsumi laughed. “It’s a shame. Maybe we’d have made a good match if we met under different circumstances… oh, and don’t roll your eyes at me.” She snorted. “I know that’s what everyone thinks. And even for me, I was fated for either a low-ranking marriage within the Three-Hundred, or as a concubine of one of the Fifty-Eight, or at best being the wife of a rare third or fourth son. But I had more chance than some of the others!” she insisted, flexing her arms as she warmed up with the spear again. “Anyway, break is over. Let’s go again!”

“All right.” My Eyes glowed, as Natsumi slowly, painstakingly took up her stance.

“Yeah, the footwork is completely at odds with Tsumura Style.” I observed. “We’ve gone from hebiodori, or the Snake Dance, to your Winged Serpent Steps, but the heart of them all is all-around flexibility, sinuous and winding, like a snake, able to move in any direction at will. Whereas the Style of this Bedwyr seems to be more rigid, yet… there’s got to be more to it.” I mused. “Yes, each strike packs far greater power than any of ours, but…”

“The lack of mobility is fatal in a duel, or worse, in a battle, where multiple opponents overlap.” Natsumi was focussed again, our brief break to talk about lighter matters forgotten. “With such a rigid, inflexible stance, he should have been overwhelmed, unless there’s more I don’t see.”

I admired the expression of concentration on her face, lost in thought for a moment. “It’s like Shaeraggo said to my sister. Accuracy and power without speed are only useful for hunting, not battle.”

“Yeah, Kyūdō is very different to Tsumura Style archery.” Natsumi agreed, holding her position. Her muscles trembled, her legs and back taking the burden from such an unyielding stance. Her spear was ramrod straight, not a merest hint of wobble at the tip. “I respect Kyūdō, it’s an art to not just use a bow, but also to train the mind and cleanse the spirit. But in battle it would be lacking. So…” She suddenly brightened, enlightened by my inference. “Is it lacking speed? But how do I maintain that while keeping the power? After all, to thrust mightily, the legs are the foundation. Though when I add elemental energies…”

Natsumi tried altering her stance and thrust, while I observed her carefully. I grasped my own spear, replicating her movements, as if we were both stabbing at an imaginary adversary. My feet kept falling into the steps of the hebiodori, which caused a conflict with the strength of the thrust, and Natsumi was having similar problems. Her thin t-shirt was damp with sweat and slightly transparent, but I set that enticing vision aside to concentrate on the movement of aether and muscles within Natsumi. Tsumura Style wasn’t about single, devastating attacks, though it did of course have some finishing moves, like all martial arts, but it focussed more on high mobility, flexibility and relentless offense. Like a Hydra, which is just a snake with many heads…

Trying to adapt, I began my own experiments, instead of single, powerful thrusts, releasing barrages of multiple stabs, but it was disappointing, throwing off my footwork, and without my high Precision, I’d have stumbled. Natsumi, constantly thrusting until her arms throbbed, glanced over at me, before frowning.

“That’s… not quite right.” she mused. The Bracer, now on her bare arm, as she was wearing a t-shirt, almost seemed to glow for a moment, and as I narrowed my eyes, I could see trickles of adherence leaking into Natsumi. I worried it might be harmful for a second, but it dispersed quickly. Is that… the memories within the Bracer? Mediated by adherence?

“Let me try again… can you watch me closely, Akio?” she asked, and I nodded.

“All right then. Light, almost flying steps. This snake dance is one with wings…” Natsumi half-spoke, half-sang. “Left foot, twist, right foot, slide, body, angled, arms, flexible, left foot, rotate, right foot…” I watched as she moved elegantly, and I calculated in my head ways to attack her, and she was ready to dodge no matter what angle I struck from, and even counter with a thrust of her own. Though the return strike would be fast, it’d lack power…

“Foot locks here… power transferred…” On the third iteration, Natsumi made a change, and instead of rotating her left foot, she locked it, momentarily holding a one-legged stance similar to earlier. Her spear struck out, but she stumbled, and I caught her as she staggered into me.

“Careful now.” I grinned, and she gave me a look of amused reproach.

“I need to be careful? You’re the one taking advantage of my misstep, Akio.” Indeed, when grabbing her, it so happened my hand ended up on her bottom, and I gave her a cheeky squeeze. “Still, I suppose I should reward you in advance. Tell me what you saw, before my own biases lock in my interpretation.”

“It seems to me you’re trying to compress the stability and solidity of Bedwyr’s stance into the flowing movements, increasing its speed. But they were at odds. You need both feet.”

“Yeah. And having both feet locked is anathema to Tsumura Style. But… I get the feeling it’s not impossible.”

“It shouldn’t be. Watch.” I was approaching it from a different angle, and after releasing Natsumi, I took up the position, only when releasing my stab after coiling my muscles like springs, I didn’t thrust once, but a number of times.

“It’s tough on the arms and back, but…” I shrugged, lowering my spear.

“That’s… also not quite right, but…” Natsumi leaned in, and we savoured a kiss. “Worth a reward. So, let’s put this together… though it’s no fun that all this effort is going into just integrating one single stance from Bedwyr’s Style. I suppose Motoko would chide me for being defeatist and raise my spirits by saying that a Style has a consistent range of movements, so once one is mastered, the next is easier.”

“And she’d be right.” I agreed. “Sadly though, despite all my sparring with you two, and my training with Ulfuric, I’m not talented. I rely on repetition and hard work. So I’ll just keep trying, and rely on you, my little combat genius, to crack this puzzle.” I ruffled her hair playfully, and she shook my hand off, face red.

“My hair took ages to style today! Don’t mess it up.” She took a deep breath. “But you’re right. I wouldn’t say I’m a genius. I’ve always lagged behind Motoko until recently, and we’ve just followed what her ancestors passed down, but… I will say I’m too stubborn to quit, and I hate losing. So…”

We took our stances again. I was trying to convert power to speed, whereas Natsumi was trying to integrate power into speed. They sounded similar but were in fact rather different approaches. I started cheating, and when adding elemental energies I found I could turn the single strike into nine. The same as the heads of the Hydra… coincidence, or?

Seeing that, Natsumi faltered, again stumbling, though this time she quickly regained her balance. “Hey, do that again!” she insisted, and I repeated the move, my spear a blur.

“Huh… nine. One into nine. That’s…” she blinked at me, and another puff of adherence trickled from the Bracer. “Yes. I see. I think? But it should be possible with simple martial prowess, ah… nine winged steps, then nine instant strikes…”

Natsumi adjusted the flowing, elegant movements of her Winged Serpent Steps. It was still recognisable and of the doctrine of Tsumura Style, but they were subtly different, and wind element flared as she pushed off from one foot, allowing her trailing leg to brace despite not being grounded. Her body locked into Bedwyr’s stance, yet instead of straight arms hers were bent, sinuous, and wind element surged.

“Kyūhebi-no-o… Nine Serpent Tails!” Her spear flashed, wind and her excellent stance propelling Gurenyari out in flashes of ruby and jade, nine flawless stabs landing faster than an ordinary warrior could react to. She spun, taking two more steps, before her other leg braced and wind flashed again, and she repeated her move.

“I’ve got it! At least the basics!” Natsumi exulted. “Though it should be performed purely through martial skill, but… Tsumura Style is all about incorporating elements! I shouldn’t restrict myself.”

“That’s right.” I pulled her into a hug. “You did great. And I’m sure we can optimise it further. But the way you integrated it into the flexible movement… I’m impressed!”

“As you should be!” she preened, rubbing her cheeks on mine. “I think this calls for a reward!”

“Oh, going to take something else off?” I chuckled. “And to think we’re outdoors…”

Natsumi blushed charmingly. “I’ve no interest in showing my body to anyone other than you. But…” She smiled at me knowingly, and with a grin I waved my hand, earthen walls rising around us, blocking the view, while leaving the pretty moonlight from above to illuminate us.

“…I hate that I’m getting my cute outfit so sweaty…” She reached down teasingly and unbuttoned her jeans, before easing them down her slender yet tightly muscled legs, revealing a cute pair of blue and white panties. Carefully folding the jeans and laying them aside with her jumper and scarf, she then shrugged off her t-shirt, revealing a matching bra.

“Of course, since you’ll be meeting Yukiko next, you can’t be sweaty either…” She winked, her pink skin showing she was embarrassed and aroused. Taking the hint, I too stripped down to my underwear, and Natsumi ran a hand across my chest.

“I never held out much hope my husband would be in good shape. Noble sons don’t usually do much physical labour, let alone any martial arts. I guess this is a nice Christmas gift.” She chortled, amused. “But we promised to be good… and besides, we’re close to making further progress so…” She swung Gurenyari gently, and understanding, I moved my spear too, so the shafts crossed, knocking together with a quiet thud. “…let’s keep going. The aim is to be able to release Kyūhebi-no-o as naturally as any ordinary thrust, without slowing movement or compromising power. Then we can start reducing the elemental energies, until it’s all done through raw physical effort. Of course…”

She winked cheerfully, bobbing on her heels, putting a strain on her cute bra. “…once we go that way, the next stage will be to add back elemental energies, of all different varieties. Kaze Kyūhebi-no-o, Mizu Kyūhebi-no-o, even Kagayaki Kyūhebi-no-o, a shining Nine Serpent Tails of Light. I can imagine it now…”

“Like this…?” I focussed light element into my spear and thrust it, leaving glowing trails of brilliant light behind. Even my casual replication was magnified by the element, and my spear, an old weapon made for me by Bjarki, and now largely obsolete, couldn’t handle the abuse, and it splintered, metal warping.  I’ve missed that, in a way. Since Tsurugi ate my sword, I’ve not broken a single weapon…

The multiple stabs of light struck the earthen walls, causing them to tremble, and Natsumi snickered, impressed, but unable to resist teasing me. She took my arm, pulling it to her bare skin, and winked. “Careful, if you blow up the wall protecting us from prying eyes…”

I responded with a wicked smile of my own. Ruby light flared around me, spreading out in an expanding ring, and the walls glowed. “Yeah, I also don’t have any intention of letting anyone else see my gorgeous date in a state of undress. That wall could withstand an explosive round from a tank now. So, shall we get down and dirty?”

“You wish.” Natsumi smiled warmly. “Honestly, so do I… it’s been a strange date so far, hasn’t it? Motoko’s is far more… typical.”

“Yeah, but I’m not looking for anything in particular. Just enjoying how you all express yourselves. And to make you happy. You are having fun, aren’t you?”

“How could I not be?” She kissed my bare collarbone teasingly. “I’m with the man I love, getting naked and sweaty… and learning new things.” She jumped back, enjoying my regretful look as we parted. Clutching her spear, she spun it casually with one hand, showing off strength that didn’t match her slender arms. “And as long as you remember this day for a long time, I’m content.”

“How could I not?” I returned her own words to her. “After all, I’m with the woman I love, getting naked and sweaty, and learning once more just how adorable you are when you’ve got the drive to succeed, to push your limits…”

“What is it Shiro would say? A critical hit to my heart?” Natsumi clutched at her chest, fingers carelessly… or probably purposefully, knowing how sly Natsumi can be when she’s feeling playful… pulling down her bra a little, giving me a fleeing glimpse of her breast. “I felt it, so… we best stop before I toss aside the spear and break my promise!”

“Yeah, I know just what you mean…” I agreed, laughing. “All right then. I’ll keep working on a light element variation, and on how earth, water, wind and so on can help with the stabilisation and stance…”

“In that case, I’ll continue trying to optimise the motions, and reduce the wind element needed for the initial balance…”

We exchanged fierce, proud nods, before falling into our stances, and as I thrust and stabbed, light flashing, walls shaking, my gaze was on Natsumi, drinking in every detail of her, and not just to help her perfect her new move…

***

“Magnificent.” Motoko breathed, breath misting in the late evening chill. Or should it be late night? It’s gone eleven. “Despite having lived in Tokyo my whole life, I have never ventured to such a place.”

“That seems a shame. I visited with Hayato-kun and the gang last year. Shiro didn’t make it very far, of course…” I remembered with a little wistful fondness how she crashed out after just one mug of German beer and a glass of mulled wine. Though it was the walking and the crowds that did her in. Poor Aimi-chan and Hina-chan had to take her home and meet us later, and of course by then, we were all tipsy…

“There will be times in the future.” Motoko agreed, looking around the packed Christmas market that filled Shiba Park. Several enormous, brightly lit Christmas Trees took pride of place, and couples and groups, even foreign tourists, were taking pictures. “I am enjoying our time alone, but… it would also be pleasant to be in company. I am sorry Natsumi is missing this.”

“Don’t worry, we’re putting on our own lightshow…” Even now, Natsumi was making rapid progress learning and advancing the Kyūhebi-no-o, and I had managed to create a spear of dancing light which had managed to melt some of our voyeur-blocking stone walls to magma, which had required hasty repairs. The goal is to get to eighty-one strikes, nine with the spear, and then each strike having eight paired thrusts made of light element. Not that I’m anywhere close…

“And she’s happy. As am I. Just as I am here. It’s twice the joy for me!” I tightened my grip on Motoko’s hand. “Oh, and let me know if you get cold. I’ll lend you my jacket.”

“How gallant. Though could it be you have no wish for others to gaze upon me, dressed in my festive finery?” Motoko teased. “If so, I shall consider it.”

“You’ve got me there. You look amazing.” I praised her. “And that scarf suits you.” We’d bought each other some long, woollen scarves from the market stalls, and wrapped it around our necks, shoulders and lower faces. It wasn’t just for warmth, but to disguise ourselves somewhat, as we’d been approached by several brave people, including a pair of tourists from Britan, who had recognised us. Motoko was a bit shocked, but the tourists had reminded her the gala she attended was televised, and we’d made a big impression then.

After taking some selfies, and as usual extracting the promise not to post them to any social media until a few hours later, so we didn’t get swarmed, we decided to disguise ourselves a little, and it was a nice excuse to exchange a little gift.

“It suits you too. But I prefer to see your handsome face.” Motoko replied, an amused smile on her lips. “I am rather more used to being a centre of attention than you are. At Hanafubuki, the Ministry of Defence, or at parties for the nobility, I attract scrutiny. Normally Natsumi is beside me, offering peace of mind, but…” With our linked arms and hands, she steered me onwards. “…I feel very safe with you.”

“As you should. Though I doubt very much anyone here can harm you. But I still don’t want you to be bothered, especially by other guys. Anyway… how about some mulled wine to warm you up? It’s a German specialty. Tanya tells me it’s called Glühwein.”

As I ordered a couple of steaming mugs of it from one of the brightly decorated stalls, Motoko shook her head. “You should not tease Adelheid-san so. Speaking of…” She narrowed her eyes, catching sight of a short girl with her telltale shock of ash-blonde hair. “Is she here?”

“Yeah. I recommended it. She’s a little homesick, though apparently her home life wasn’t exactly happy before this, so she’s seldom had the chance to experience a traditional German market. I guess our Japanese version will have to do.” I raised an eyebrow, suddenly amused. “I told her to take her special passport though, as if she wants alcohol, she won’t be able to get it otherwise.”

“I can imagine.” Motoko took a mug from the vendor and sniffed it, before sipping at it cautiously, her expression shifting to one of pleasure. “This is quite good. Not too strong, and the spices are mellow and rich. Now then, Adelheid-san… I suspect that she would even have trouble getting amazake at a shrine, and that is usually served to children, as the alcohol content is extremely low.”

“Yeah. While she’s a lot older than she looks, she’s still not in a position to be buying booze. The laws are far stricter here. But a bit of an unintended side effect of the Ministry of Spiritual Matters legislation is that any special passport holder is legally considered an adult, with all the rights and obligations thereof. So she can probably persuade them, with some effort.”

“It does indeed seem she has a mug of beer.” Motoko observed between sips of her drink. With a smile, she then offered me a taste.

I have my own, and you know that. But that’s not the point, I know. Remembering our champagne shenanigans in the helicopter earlier, this was tame and adorable in comparison. I took a sip, murmuring that it was good, before Motoko did likewise, then offered it back to me. As we continued this routine, several girls around us were blushing, enraptured by our bold display of being cosy lovers.

“Yeah, she does…” I agreed, and Adelheid turned, spotting us. Grumpily she waved at us, before vanishing into the crowd. “…but it seems she doesn’t want to get in our way. Oh well, it’s not like she’ll get into any trouble here. If anything, anyone who tries to bother her is the one in danger.”

“She is attending dinner tomorrow, I believe?” Motoko asked, and I agreed.

“Yeah. She’s got the translation device now, but even so, it’s still rough for her to fit in. I brought her here, I’ll make sure she isn’t lonely.”

“Good. But now…” Motoko offered me her half-empty mug once more. “…you should be paying me attention.”

“And I am.” I chuckled. Motoko’s mug was drained, then we started sharing mine, and there were flashes of cameras, bright white lights that matched the strings of decorations strung along the stalls around us.

“I’m really losing faith in Japanese propriety.” I chuckled ruefully, as two guys were photographing us, pointing excitedly. “I remember when nobody would dare to take pictures without permission.”

“I am afraid that comes with being such a figure of authority and respect. Oh, and envy. You are with me.” I was surprised at her quiet joke, and she giggled, pulling down her scarf and asking for a kiss. I obliged, just a quick one as there were too many onlookers. Moments later, I did indeed end up buying Motoko a long, white winter coat, and as I put it on her, she smiled winningly, face pink.

“That I am. Of course, now everyone will be demanding I buy them coats and scarves.”

“Gloves too!” Motoko insisted, as she bought two pairs of matching German mittens for us. “I completely understand why. Even cheap festival goods such as these will become Tsumura house treasures, to match Utsuroihebi, Gurenyari and Hebihikoukiba.”

“Now I know you’re exaggerating.” I chuckled, and for a moment she kept a solemn expression, but her resolve soon shattered, and her mouth twitched before she was laughing too.

“Only a little. I, and I know the others feel the same, am more delighted to receive a humble scarf from you, with the thoughts and love that fills it, than I would be to be treated to a lavish gift by a distant relative. This is all so fresh, so wonderful…” Her earlier worries had been pushed aside, as her brown eyes took in the festive park. “…and it is merely the start of our life together.”

“Yeah.” I gripped her hand tightly, though now we were in mittens it was a fluffy feeling. “Just the start. Anyway… let’s keep exploring, shall we?”

Motoko nodded, and after grabbing us some grilled German sausages on skewers, which again we shared, holding for each other to take bites from, which was starting to give me pangs of guilt, considering in previous years I’d have been right there with Yasu-kun and Shugo-kun, condemning those self-satisfied bastards showing off with their girlfriends, we toured the market. Motoko was appropriately impressed by the efforts the stallholders had made, and we even spotted a man dressed as Father Christmas, Santa, who was soliciting donations for poor and orphaned children, with the offer of a commemorative photograph in return. Seeing that, Motoko asked if we could donate, and I agreed.

We waited in line, and once the couple in front of us was done, we approached.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” the man, dressed in red, with a large, fake white beard, boomed, a passable impression. “Merry Christmas! Are you naughty… or are you nice, looking after the young and unfortunate, on this most loving of holidays?”

“Happy Christmas.” I replied, and Motoko echoed me. “Naughty or nice, you say? I’d say I must have been particularly nice, positively saintly, considering the woman by my side here.” I winked at Motoko, who nodded shyly, face red. “Anyway, we’re here to donate. I won’t ever claim to have suffered like poor orphans, but… our Christmas celebrations were rather sombre, back in Nishimorioka. Of course…” I winked at Motoko. “…I’d rather have good company than flashy gifts, and I had Eri by my side, even then.”

“And Aiko-san…” Motoko added wickedly, and I shrugged.

“Yeah, and my troublesome gremlin of a sister. So anyway…” I opened up my wallet and handed the man a bundle of bills, while Motoko opened her small purse, producing a chequebook, which was a bit old-fashioned, but the nobility seldom used money for these sorts of things, and he didn’t take cards.

“Who shall I make the cheque out to?” Motoko asked, and the man only blinked, as he counted the money I had given him.

“Fifty thousand… wait… these are ten-thousand yen bills! That’s half a million yen? Are you… sure?”

“I shall match it, to make a round million.” Motoko added, and the man, shocked, gave the name of the charity, which was a famous one. And one we recognised.

“Oh, it’s linked to Shinohara-san’s charitable foundation. In that case…” We both doubled our donation, stunning the man.

“Uh, do you want us to publicise this…” our Santa began to sweat, hands shaking.

“No need. All I want is a cute photo with my dear fiancée, if you don’t mind.” I removed her coat and scarf, and she tugged my scarf off. We were once more drawing attention, and I heard whispers of my name, but all that was barely worth my attention. Only Motoko, radiant in her cute red suit, was, and as we held hands, snuggling close, the man playing as Santa next to us, smiling rather shakily, doing his best to look jolly, his assistant, dressed as a comedic Elf, one which would no doubt both amuse and offend Bell and Teare, took the photograph, and soon it was printed for us, and a digital copy sent to our phones.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa recovered, moping his sweaty brow, despite the chill evening. “You two are definitely on the nice list this year! But I wish you both a very! Merry! Christmas!”

As we walked away, I glanced down at the picture, and we quickly found a stall selling frames. Once it was protected, I stored it, glad that it was a lot less embarrassing than the pictures I took during my first date of the day. Though honestly, they are just as dear to me. This is a time for family. Motoko’s my family now too. And my sis, no matter what she wants to do in the future, will always be as well. I know they say that boys are always their parents’ sons, but daughters become someone else’s daughter-in-law, but… I want those I love to always remain close with their families in the future. I’m not stealing them… of course, there are exceptions…

It was a little annoying to evade the curious crowd, but fortunately, once our attitude made it plain we didn’t want to be bothered, Japanese attitudes reasserted themselves, and we were soon left alone to enjoy the rest of the market. We continued chatting, arm in arm, just revelling in each other’s company, until my phone beeped. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw the sender was Shaeula.

“Is she ready?” Motoko asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah. And your escort is coming too. Since I’m going to have to vanish. Quite literally, I’m afraid.”

“At least I shall be the first one you greet this Christmas Day.” Motoko chuckled softly, eyes brighter than the surrounding fairy lights. “There is really no need for anyone to fetch me, but… I appreciate your honest concerns.”

“Yeah. You’re strong, but… I’m a man. I’m allowed to worry about you. Besides, you can either go straight home with Daiyu, or meet up with Eri, Kana, my sis and their friends. Looks like they’ll be tired in the morning.”

“I will see how I feel…” Motoko agreed.

Back at the mansion, I had collapsed my much-patched stone walls, though of course, not until we had dressed ourselves again. We were sitting at a table, Tsukiko having also returned, and the three of us were watching the moon, although Natsumi was actually on a comfortable sofa next to me, using my lap as a pillow, while I gently stroked her head and back.

“It seems you worked hard.” Tsukiko chuckled, setting down her glass of rich Fae wine.

“I most certainly did!” Natsumi agreed. “It’s not easy, making combat stances cute and easy on the eyes!”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, amused. “I certainly hope you weren’t making it harder on yourself just to appeal to me?”

“I most certainly was!” she countered proudly. “It was my one-and-only Christmas Eve date! If I wasn’t exciting you, what was the point?” She winked at Tsukiko, before snuggling further into my lap, making sure to push her chest against me.

“Be serious.” I snorted, and she let out a wicked giggle.

“I am. Mostly.” She then explained to Tsukiko about the training, pleased at her interest.

“…so yeah, it’s still a work in progress, but the power of my thrusts when using Tsumura Style has increased significantly and using elements I can achieve a rapid barrage of powerful strikes out of nowhere. And the beauty of the Kaze Kyūhebi-no-o is that my hair and clothes flutter prettily in the breeze from the backlash. Though it would be nicer if my hair was a little longer. What do you think, Tsukiko, should I grow mine out? It’s difficult though, as my hair is so curly, not straight and beautiful like yours or Motoko’s.”

“Long hair is quite a pain to care for. Etsuko had to dry it carefully for me and brush it out painstakingly.” Tsukiko replied, contemplating that. “But I admit, when I see Akio admiring it, I do feel a thrill. But I see him admiring you now just as much, Natsumi.”

“That’s right.” I agreed. “I do think long hair looks great on women, but… your hairstyle is pretty too, Natsumi. If you look cute for your own sake, then I’ll appreciate it. Because when you feel good about yourselves, so do I.”

“He’s won that argument.” Natsumi conceded cheerfully. “Akio, my arms are tired, can you…” She nodded towards my wine on the table, and with a wry smile, I picked up the glass I was drinking from, and offered her a sip, which she took cheerfully.

“Yeah, you and Motoko really do think the same way. I suppose it’s only natural.” As Natsumi questioned what I meant, I explained about us sharing our glühwein. After some laughter, and Natsumi insisting on more sips of my wine, we asked Tsukiko how her experimenting at the Spring went.

“I did not make concrete progress, but I did not expect to. No, instead I was searching for spiritual enlightenment. I feel I have a deeper understanding of the bond between water and the future. The Spring is certainly quite beautiful too.  Watching the Fae and other visitors was a relaxing experience.”

“Water, huh? I’m not bad with that element.” Natsumi boasted. “I’m not sure about foretelling, but if you want help learning, I’m your woman!”

“I may take you up on that kind offer.” Tsukiko smiled warmly. “So then, she did not overtire you, I hope, Akio? We resolved to make the second half of your day free from stress.”

Natsumi whistled innocently, but I merely ruffled her hair again in response, as really, it hadn’t been that tough, not for me, anyway. “She’s been the one doing most of the hard work. I merely did a few experiments, used a bit of elemental energy. That’ll soon be refilled.”

“Only Akio could call what he did using a little.” Natsumi complained to Tsukiko. “But it’s great having a reliable fiancée. And this… is rather nice too. A few months ago, I never thought I could live life like this.”

“Nor did any of us. Even I, who was the Diviner. It seems my insight into the future was lacking where it mattered most. It is our good fortune that happiness seems to come even if one does not notice its approach.”

“Yeah.” Natsumi agreed. “But we have to work hard to keep it. That’s why we should never give up trying to appeal to Akio! I didn’t go as far as you did though.” She winked, and Tsukiko had the grace to blush a little.

“I wished to relax him. And he indeed found it so.” She glanced at me, ruby eyes questioning, and I had to laugh.

“Yeah. Hot springs are great for washing away the stress, and mixed bathing with one of my girlfriends is even better. Though I’m not selling you short, Natsumi. I’ll not forget our training session in a hurry.”

“Good.” Natsumi seemed almost like a cat, curled up on my lap, and her eyes begged for treats, so I offered her more of my wine.

“Oh, but really, don’t you think I’m the one who needs to make an effort? And I’m glad to do it. But… there’s no more fortunate man alive than me, right here and now. If I didn’t know better, I’d say my Eyes are broken, and my Fortune Statistic is ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine.”

“If it was that, you’d be falling over precious treasures in the street, and everything would go your way.” Natsumi giggled. “Though in your case, a beautiful woman would probably fall from a skyscraper, and you’d end up catching her and winning her heart.”

“Even with such great luck, not everything would work out.” Tsukiko disagreed. “For some things are not random, but fixed, purposeful. Though I do not disagree. Such good fortune would surely lead to many annoying situations.”

“Jealous, Tsukiko? That’s good, I am too!” Natsumi faked a pout. “Honestly, though… this really is the life, isn’t it? We’re winners, Tsukiko! I know that many would look up to me, being a daughter of lesser nobility, even as one of the Three-Hundred, but… compared to now, I didn’t know I was only managing because of Motoko. Now I can see clearly…” I offered her the wine, and she paused for a moment, thinking, before cheekily deciding to lick my hand instead, curling her tongue around my fingers in an entirely unladylike manner, as if to prove a point.

Tsukiko watched with her face tinging pink, and after a moment more, Natsumi pulled away, licking her lips. “…I know I made the right choice. After all… with you, with everyone, I don’t have to put on a front, I can just follow my heart, have fun. Hanafubuki was right. Love is very dangerous. If you asked me right now, I could throw Hori house away, just to be happy. I think even Motoko could do the same. But… I know, I know.” She rolled her eyes knowingly. “You don’t want us to have to give up anything we hold dear. I’m just expressing myself. Maybe the holiday atmosphere is getting to me?”

“If so, tomorrow will make your head spin.” I promised, and she laughed loudly.

“Yeah, but… yours will be rotating so fast you might have it fall off. Sorry again. I know my parents are going to be annoying. I’ll make it up to you!” She winked, grabbing my fingers which were still damp with her saliva. “If you get too stressed, I’ll take care of it when nobody is looking!” She grinned suggestively, reminding me of Shaeula for a moment. It seems like my sis isn’t the only one picking up bad habits from her. Though… I’d be a liar if I said Natsumi’s honest lewdness doesn’t excite me.

“Considering the vast number of attendees, I find it hard to imagine you will be able to steal Akio away for any time at all…” Tsukiko dismissed her cheeky idea, and Natsumi pouted, undeterred.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Maybe we could team up? Whisk him away… we only need five… no, ten minutes!”

As I watched their cheerful argument with fond amusement, Natsumi still making the most of our date, letting me spoil her, on the Material, Motoko and I were staring up at a large clock, beside the tallest, towering Christmas Tree set up at the market. Daiyu had arrived, since there were only ten minutes until midnight, and Adelheid, still clutching a large mug of beer, attracting rather strange looks, her face set in a scowl, had joined us too.

“The final countdown then. Two to go.” I muttered wryly. “I never did manage to fit everyone in, Yukiko’s going to have to be content with a very early morning date.”

“I am sure she is unbothered.” Daiyu assured me. “If anything, it means she can snatch more time from you, since you will need little sleep before the festivities tomorrow.” Her black eyes took in the view. Crowds were gathering around the clock, waiting for the chimes that would signal Christmas had arrived. “This is still all strange to me, we had no such festivities back in the halls of my Sect, but… it has been a day I shall long remember.”

Adelheid snorted rudely at that, but she kept her silence, and seemed satisfied, despite her grumpy face. She swigged from her beer, chewing on a sausage, as she watched the time.

Beside me, Motoko was smiling. Seeing me looking, she kissed my cheek. Unwilling to be outdone, Daiyu leaned up on my other side, planting her own kiss there.

“You needn’t think I’ll be doing that.” Adelheid snorted sourly. “I’m no turtle dove like those pair of lovestruck fools.” She rolled her eyes at Daiyu and Motoko mockingly.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Tanya.” I countered with a bright smile. “I’m just pleased you had a good time following my recommendation.”

“I’m not dancing to your flute, but… finding good old-fashioned German beer and sausages here was a treat. And my damn name isn’t Tanya!”

We bickered humorously for a while, until the clock was coming up to midnight. The second hand circled the clock, each tick being accompanied by the buzz of the crowd. Seconds later, the bells rang, signalling it was Christmas. My phone started pinging, as did those of my companions, and indeed the crowd.

“Happy Christmas Motoko. Happy Christmas Daiyu.” I hugged them both close. “And happy Christmas to you too, Adelheid.”

“Bah. Don’t say I’m ungrateful. Fine. Frohe Weihnachten, you three.” She actually leaned in and hugged us, which was a feat with her short arms. I blinked in surprise as she stepped away, her contact brief.

“Wow…” I channelled my sister. “This monkey is delousing me!”

As Motoko and Daiyu were confused, Adelheid let out a surprised laugh.

“Damn, you’re starting to speak German like a native. Don’t be so shocked. It was just… damn it all. As Christmas Eve’s go, it hasn’t been terrible. And you did invite me to your Weihnachtsessen, your Christmas feast.”

“Yeah, and you can enjoy yourself laughing at my stress.” I promised her. We were now all responding to the slew of messages we had received. I grinned, thinking that last year, it was only from my family, Eri’s family, and my university friends. Now my phone was practically on fire, and all I could do was send off a message to each group rapidly. “And on that note… I’m off. See you tomorrow. Once again, have a Happy Christmas!”

As my Material body was vanishing, in the Fae realms, I was wishing Natsumi and Tsukiko the same. “Happy Christmas Natsumi! Happy Christmas Tsukiko. And… Happy Christmas to you too, Yukiko.”

“Oh, and here I was hoping to fool you.” She smiled charmingly, stepping out from behind some of the decorative hedges. “Yes, a wonderful Christmas to you as well, Natsumi, Tsukiko, Akio.”

She wasn’t wearing glasses, and her hair had been left in a loose yet purposeful curtain around her head. Two small silver earrings, shaped as bells, chimed softly as she moved, and her outfit… seeing me staring, she flushed, biting at her lip nervously, but then she steeled herself, asking the questions that were on her mind. “Does it suit me? Do you… like it?”

She was wearing a pure white kimono, though it had a rather short hem, revealing legs clad in high red socks. Again, silver bells had been sown to the cuffs, just below her knees. Her obi sash was scarlet too, and the silver thread ended with two more tinkling bells. Her face was lightly made up, her lips a red matching the obi, and her face pale and elegant. Do I like it? You…

“You look amazing. Beautiful!” I insisted, and she glanced at Tsukiko, holding in a chuckle, but Tsukiko agreed with me.

“Indeed. I understand you find it hard to respect your own charms, yet… Akio tells no lies. You indeed look very beautiful.”

“That’s right!” Natsumi agreed, finally getting off my lap and straightening her clothes. “A true Imperial Princess! Not that I was saying you weren’t before…” Natsumi added hurriedly.

“In that case…” Yukiko took a deep breath. “…I shall believe in your kind words.” Her painted lips curved into a warm smile. “And…” She offered her arm to me, her other hand holding a red drawstring bag, which women wearing formal kimonos often carried. “…I shall take Akio off your hands. For it is my turn for a Christmas Eve date… and don’t apologise.” she warned. “I know I’m the only one who ran into Christmas, since Eleanor’s circumstances are different, but… it’s still Christmas Eve until we wake tomorrow, isn’t it?”

At her wise words, I could only nod and take her arm. She seemed a little nervous, but I smiled reassuringly, and she returned it. “I’ve just got to nip through the Ring Gate to Britain. Accompany me?”

As Natsumi and Tsukiko slipped away quietly, Yukiko nodded. “Of course. I know how it feels to be kept waiting. I’m sure… that Eleanor too, feels her heart racing, and her breath coming fast as I do.”

Damn, who knew Yukiko could look this cute? Her heart races? Mine hasn’t stopped all day, and it’s only speeding up!