Touhou Hisōtensoku |work| < Limited Time >

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.

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: touhou hisōtensoku

Reimu smiled. Iku smiled back.

The final exchange happened in a flash. Reimu darted in close, palm glowing with concentrated yin-yang energy. Iku met her with a thunderclap palm, electricity spiraling down her arm. They met mid-lunge

They struck at the same moment.

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. A column of light erupted, then faded

“Not bad, shrine maiden. Next time… bring tea.”