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Chapter 6

Aya's mind: Surely, an outsider capable of rivaling a Tengu will become a great interest amongst the residents of Gensokyo! This is my lucky day, even if I have to fight to prove it.

The librarian rushed to face the wind and swung down the blade of his sword, breaking the air used as a whip and allowing him to progress, casually parrying the air like it was nothing. The girl took off and avoided the attack directed at her. Y/N remained calm and ran for the side of the mountain.

Y/N's mind: Flight, probably one of the most powerful abilities against humans, at least those with no ranged weapons.

Unfortunately, he was one of those cases, only carrying a sword with him. He jumped against the steep side and bounced off of it to dodge another attack from the journalist. Her 4th attack dodged, he took some distance between the both of them, examining the situation. She was out of his range and he was not fast enough to reach her in time, leaving him on the defensive.

Not stopping, a newly born whirlwind formed and turned the battlefield into a mess, flying fragments of the mountain turning around them before aiming for the man. Holding his sword, he broke one of the fragments effortlessly and ran outside of the trap left by the girl, the sound of the rest falling down the large cliff on the side afterwards.

Aya: Oops, I shouldn't do that, we wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention.

Y/N: ...

He did not respond, focused on something else, something far in the distance. Squinting his eyes, he could see a dot in the distance becoming bigger, approaching the both of them at an alarming speed. The orange aura emanating from it almost made it look like a fireball...

...A... fireball-

Y/N: Aya, get down!

Aya: Huh?

Surprised by his sudden reaction, she turned around and saw a fireball aiming for her back at a speed that could even frighten her. She ducked under it and it landed right where Y/N was last standing, now at a healthy distance from it. The flames coming from it were making the air become blazing hot to the point of being unbearable.

Aya: That was close! Thanks!

Y/N: ...This is bad.

He whispered to himself and witnessed the worst, a woman with long white hair emerged from it. The ball of flames died down and the one who stepped out of it looked at the librarian with a fierce gaze, her fist combusting into a second fireball.

Mokou: You're the librarian, wasn't expecting you to hide here of all places.

Y/N: You got the wrong pers-

With her second hand, she tossed a piece of paper to him. He grabbed it in mid-air and looked at what was on it. There, a single picture of him wearing the black and red coat on him greeted his eyes, speechless.

Y/N: Where did you get that?

Mokou: It said to show it to you if you tried to sneak your way out of this fight.

Y/N: ...

Applying pressure to what he was holding, he gritted his teeth in silence and ripped the picture into small pieces. Fueled by anger, he glared at the woman in front of him and prepared himself for the fight that was about to begin. She grinned back and prepared her fist, not minding his emotions.

Mokou: All I have to do is beat you up to get what I need.

Y/N: ...

Mokou: Well, it did say that you'll die even if I don't try to so I have to get what I need before it happens.