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Reimu smiled. Iku smiled back.

The sky above the shrine settled into an ordinary blue—until the next challenger arrived.

Reimu’s hand flashed. Orbs of crimson light spiraled outward, weaving a cage of divine will. But Iku was already weaving her own response, fingers tracing kanji in the air. “Sky Sign ‘Thunderous Clouds in a Blue Sky’!” A pillar of lightning descended, splitting the seal into embers. touhou hisōtensoku

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.

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. Reimu smiled

This was the dance. Not destruction, but dialogue. Each strike a sentence. Each counter a question. In the heart of the storm, they understood each other perfectly—two forces of nature refusing to yield.

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’s hand flashed

They struck at the same moment.