The afterlife blew up Gensokyo

...and then, oblivious to everyone else, she continued her own cultivation beside him.

Unfortunately, the opponent's magical aptitude was not high, and even seemed to have many mistakes. A simple spell could easily go out of control. After he used the Yasakani no Magatama to block the spell that the opponent shot at him due to a mistake for the twenty-third time, he looked at the girl in front of him who was holding a broom and apologizing to him with an embarrassed expression. He closed the book that was lying on his lap and sighed dejectedly.

From that day on, he began to personally guide the other person in magic.

Although his strength was almost entirely sealed, his vision, insight, and knowledge remained. With his discerning eye, teaching a human would be a remarkably easy task.

Gradually, the two of them had more conversations and exchanges. Although the girl's aptitude was not particularly good, she made up for it with enough effort. However, seeing her faint from exhaustion due to excessive cultivation more than once, his doubts grew deeper and deeper.

What could be the reason that the other person is cultivating so diligently?

He couldn't understand it, but perhaps he vaguely understood a little bit.

To be honest, the process of teaching the other person to cultivate was very dangerous, because the other person's magic could go berserk at any time. However, relying on the magical abilities of the three sacred artifacts, he was not afraid of these things, and he also vaguely understood why the other person's basic skills were so poor despite graduating from school.

After all, during many training sessions, if he hadn't been there to protect the other party, they would have been severely injured by his magic long ago.

Effort pays off. With the girl's relentless training, her strength improved rapidly. According to his estimation, as long as she continued at this pace, she had the potential to transform from a human into a high-level life form like a mage.

Human lifespan is far too short, but after becoming magicians, they will break free from the limitations of the fragile human body and have a longer and more enduring life.

The ultimate goal of humans practicing magic is to become a magician within their lifetime. After all, who wouldn't want a lifespan that is dozens of times longer than that of humans?

The reason the girl trained so hard was so that she could become a magician... He thought so too.

But no one knows exactly when it started, the other person's cultivation stagnated with an unusually lazy attitude, as if they had completely given up on cultivation. The girl began to prepare for her own adventure with great enthusiasm.

Climbing snow-capped mountains, trekking through deserts, visiting other remote and secret realms, collecting famous delicacies from various places... but nothing else is related to spiritual practice.

The girl's absences became longer and longer, and the time she spent visiting him each time became shorter and shorter. But every time she returned, she would bring him a large amount of local specialties and excitedly describe to him the customs and cultures she had encountered along the way.

The erosion of time began to show on the girl. Watching the years pass by her, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of panic.

...When exactly did I realize it?

That mysterious girl, who suddenly barged into his life, their encounter was like a drama, yet miraculously determined their future, and... their destiny.

When he asked her question, the girl waved her hand dismissively, giving him an answer he had never expected.

She was proud to be human, and would rather die as a human than live in this world as an alien.

...This was something he absolutely could not understand, could not comprehend, and could not comprehend.

"Because humans are looked down upon. Why can he look down on humans like that? I want to prove him wrong."

On that misty, rainy morning, as the girl spoke these words, a faint glimmer seemed to flicker in her eyes.

"What I want to tell him now is that although I failed to kill him, I was never afraid of him."

"you……"

He instinctively shrank back, and looking into the unfamiliar eyes of the girl in front of him, he felt a strange mix of unease and familiarity...

"There's a limit to looking down on humans. Even if I couldn't kill him, I still managed to make him experience the feeling of having something precious taken away. This time..."

In the misty drizzle, those unfamiliar eyes froze for a moment. The girl turned around, and her light, cheerful voice rang out in the rain.

"I won."

"Who are you………"

His memories became hazy, and he swayed as he sat down in the chair, his hand supporting his forehead.

It seems that deep in distant memories, on a clear, rainy morning, a voice once rang out in my ears in a similarly cool and clear tone…

As the girl's figure finally disappeared into the misty drizzle, a faint, almost inaudible voice drifted from afar through the rain.

"...I'm betting everything; this is my revenge."

"........."

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March rain.

Is this your story?

Putting down her pen, Kamishirasawa Keine looked at the white-haired man in front of her. Under her gaze, the man nodded calmly.

"Before coming to this school, I killed many people. I can't remember the number of people who died at my hands, but I still vaguely remember some of the people who survived my attacks."

"So, tell me the reason behind this story?"

Kamishirasawa Keine frowned slightly.

"It's like making peace with my past self."

He chuckled softly and placed a sword, a mirror, and a jade pendant on the table.

"Actually, I should have died long ago. It wouldn't have been bad if she had killed me like that, but these three things protected me."

"you……"

"Take these things. They are yours now. Use them to protect what you want to protect."

He shook his head and stood up from the table.

“I’m leaving here. I want to find her. Now that I’m no longer protected by these things, she can kill me.”

"...Is there anything else you'd like to say? I can write it down for you."

After a moment of silence, Kamishirasawa Keine took the initiative to speak.

"I've heard that after death, innocent souls go to the underworld to be reborn, while sinful souls go to hell to atone for their sins. As for me, I'll probably stay in a place like hell forever."

He paused for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"As for the last thing I wanted to say... I hope you won't write my name on it."

"........."

He was met with a long silence.

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How difficult is it to find someone? He had never realized before how difficult it was.

Dragging a body that was not much different from that of an ordinary person, he traversed the mortal world for twenty years. He experienced the hardships of life and the long history of the world, and he saw many things that he had never seen before.

Beautiful, ugly, kind, evil... and so on.

He had been searching for her all along the way, no matter how far the journey or how long the distance.

Finally, behind a long-abandoned bamboo hut in a small grove, he found an unmarked, solitary grave.

There was no name on the tombstone, only one line of text.

If only I hadn't truly fallen in love with you...

He pulled out all the overgrown weeds, leaned against the tombstone, and quietly sat down in front of the lonely grave, then slowly closed his eyes.

In a daze, the sunlight was warm, the world was peaceful, and the girl's familiar voice faintly came from behind.

P.S. Good morning!

Chapter One: Shi Bai's First Time

The sunflower field is a truly forbidden place in Gensokyo. No human or youkai has ever dared to set foot in the sunflower field. Everyone is terrified of the flowers.

The main reason for all this is the presence of the great youkai, the Flower Tyrant, Kazami Yuuka, who moved to Gensokyo a few years ago.

In recent years, the internal strife in Gensokyo has subsided, unlike in previous years when the fighting was more frequent. However, even now that things have become more peaceful, the Flower Tyrant's reputation remains infamous.

"...So how come you've earned such a bad reputation after all these years?"

In a clearing in the very center of the sunflower field, Shiro looked at Kazami Yuuka, who was sitting elegantly at a table under a parasol, drinking tea, with a conflicted expression on his face.

"What do you say?"

Slightly narrowing her eyes, her gaze flashed over Mengyue, who stood quietly behind Shi Bai, never leaving his side. Putting down her teacup, Kazami Yuuka wore a half-smile.

"Why don't you tell me what you've been doing in the Western world all these years?"

"Hmm? To be honest, I didn't do much. I just started a school, served as its principal for a few years, and incidentally completed the Crimson Pavilion's encyclopedia. Overall, this journey to the West... Pfft!!!"

As he was talking, Shi Bai subconsciously picked up the tea that Kazami Yuuka had poured for him. However, as soon as the tea entered his mouth, an unusually strange taste made him involuntarily spit out all the tea.

"Cough, cough, Youxiang, is there something wrong with the taste of your tea?"

While fanning himself vigorously toward his mouth, Shi Bai grimaced and asked Kazami Yuuka in front of him a question.

"Hmm, really? I brewed this fresh tea just a few years ago, how could there be a problem? Don't worry, it's fine."

Turning her head nonchalantly, Kazami Yuuka appeared completely calm and composed.

"More than anything else, I'd like to hear about your relationship with Mengyue. What is your relationship right now?"

"Eh? Mengyue's words..."

"A maid who shares her master's burdens and solves his problems."

Before Shi Bai could speak, Meng Yue took the initiative to speak.

"Hey, hey, I already told you I don't need it at all..."

"Where's your sister?"

Looking at Yumezuki, who was staring at her without any fear, a hint of surprise flashed across Kazami Yuuka's eyes.

Upon her return from this journey to the west, the changes in the other person seemed to be far greater than she had imagined.

"Yes, I'm here. What can I do for you?"

Peeking out from behind a sunflower, Huan Yue cautiously raised her hand.

"...What are you doing hiding there?"

"Haha, Yuuka-sama, your aura is too strong, so I want to stay away... I absolutely did not damage a single flower!! Really!!! Kogasa can vouch for me!!!"

Seeing that the other person's gaze was becoming increasingly hostile, Huan Yue hurriedly raised both hands—the psychological trauma inflicted on him by the other person in the past was not so easy to erase.

No one knows what happened to her, but the sunflower she had just raised her hand to shield her from the sun fell straight down in front of her.

Huan Yue: "..."

Yuuka Kazami: "..."

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Because Yukari Yakumo is still asleep, the shrine maiden who is crucial to completing Gensokyo has not yet been selected.

Currently, the most powerful force in the entire Gensokyo is still the Youkai Mountain faction, followed by the Dream Mansion faction represented by the Flower Tyrant, Kazami Yuuka.

Over the years, Yuuka Kazami has done much more than just create a sunflower field and earn the reputation of the Flower Tyrant in Gensokyo. She has also moved the nameless dream world where Yumezuki and Gengetsu once lived, along with the Blood Lake and the Dream Pavilion on that mountain, into Gensokyo.

However, due to Kazami Yuuka's consistent love of tranquility, the location of the Blood Lake and the Dream Mansion she moved to is far from human habitation, situated atop an unnamed mountain, with the Dream Mansion standing right next to the Blood Lake.

Because of the Flower Tyrant's ferocity, no monsters dare to linger around the mountain where the Dream Pavilion is located.

When Shiro and Yuuka Kazami returned to the Dream Mansion together, Ellie, the gatekeeper of the Dream Mansion, was sitting alone by the Lake of Blood, idly counting ants.

"...Is it really necessary to put this place in such a desolate location?"

After taking a general look at the surrounding environment of the mountain where the Dream Pavilion was located, Shi Bai couldn't help but feel speechless.

"If you don't like it, we can move again later."

After glancing at Shi Bai, Kazami Yuuka spoke calmly.

"Hmm? That's not necessary, but why did you drag me here now?"

Looking at Kazami Yuuka, who had closed the door after entering the room, Shi Bai couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"It's still morning, isn't it a bit too early to go to sleep now?"

The interior design of the Dream Pavilion was entirely designed by Yuuka Kazami. The room she was in was a spacious bedroom with a large floor-to-ceiling window facing the entire Lake of Blood. Judging from the design, it was clearly designed as the master bedroom.

"There are some things I feel I need to talk to you about. If we don't resolve these issues soon, who knows what other troubles might arise in the future."

With a serious expression, Kazami Yuuka sat down on the sofa in front of the large French windows, looked at the man in front of her, and after taking a deep breath, spoke earnestly.

"Tell me honestly, how many romantic entanglements did you get into this time in the West?"

"Uh... yes?"