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For a breath, they stood amid falling light. Rain began to fall—not from clouds, but from the sheer pressure of their auras colliding.

The clouds above the shrine did not drift—they coiled, slow and deliberate, like a serpent waiting to strike. Reimu Hakurei stood at the center of the courtyard, gohei in hand, her shadow sharp as a blade against the sun-bleached stones. touhou hisōtensoku

Iku moved first. Her shawl unraveled into a ribbon of thunder, lashing forward like a whip. Reimu ducked, spun, and launched a sealing needle—not to strike, but to test. The needle dissolved against Iku’s electric aura, and the air crackled. For a breath, they stood amid falling light

A column of light erupted, then faded. When the rain cleared, Reimu stood alone in the courtyard, breathing hard, her sleeve singed. Iku was already floating backward toward the clouds, her voice carried on the wind: Reimu Hakurei stood at the center of the

They met mid-lunge. Fist against palm, spirit against sky. The shockwave rippled outward, shaking the torii gate and sending a murder of crows shrieking from the treeline.

No words were exchanged. In Hisōtensoku, a battle began the moment two gazes locked.

Across from her, Iku Nagae’s sash billowed in a wind that came from nowhere. Lightning flickered in her wake—not the wild, chaotic kind, but the patient pulse of a storm gathering its verdict.