Yuka Scattered Shard Of Yokai ((better)) ❲Complete | REPORT❳

“You scattered us,” it said. Its voice was the gurgle of a drain. “You cannot gather us back.”

Yuka smiled. It was not a nice smile. Grief had filed it sharp. yuka scattered shard of yokai

For the first time in two hundred years, the yokai shard had found not a careless child, but a careful one. And that was far, far worse. “You scattered us,” it said

Behind it, more shapes. A noppera-bō with a blank face turning Yuka’s own features back at her like a mirror. A jorōgumo spider-woman whose legs clicked on the bridge stones. And deeper, darker things—yokai that had been sealed so long they had forgotten their own names, but not their hunger. It was not a nice smile

She held it up to the lantern light. The shard glittered with an internal twilight—deep purples, greens like swamp water, a flicker of foxfire. Then, because she was seventeen and bored and had just lost her mother to a long sickness, she whispered: