Chapter 1: The Purple Fragrance Flower Lost in Fifty-Nine Years

"Gee, it's already this time."

I grabbed my left knee with the crook of my arm and looked through the gap as if I were holding a window. What catches your eye is the view of Gensokyo from above. Through the early morning mist, what was originally just a mixture of green, blue, and yellow is now colorful. Gensokyo suddenly became very angry.

It's a somewhat familiar sight, and it seems to have happened decades ago. I traced back to the end of the upper reaches of the memory in my mind. Detail that is too long ago has passed, and only as a record of history has been preserved. However, I vaguely found the thread of emotions on the strings of time, and I can't remember it like I did at that time with my overly relaxed thoughts now. The interval between these is...... Sixty years.

When I think about it, I feel a little disappointed. As I thought about it, I could certainly feel the memories of sixty years ago disappearing in a hurry. Memory is the carrier of daily life preservation from time, and memory will disappear because the daily life span has come to an end. So why, this cycle is 60 years? Sixty years ago, I thought about it like this, and the answer seems to have come out. I was afraid that I would think about it easily again, and I asked someone to ask me as I did back then.

"Is it sixty years? Did you know that Youmu? ”

"Oops! …… It turned out to be Purple-sama. It scared me. What do you say? ”

Flying objects were randomly captured in the air near the Universe of the Earth. It would be nice if my blue could be so diligent.

"Nothing. It was sixty years ago. ”

"It's better to ask Yuyuko-sama about this kind of thing...... Sixty years ago. I haven't been born for so long. Although Yuyuko-sama has always said nothing. ”

"It's not raw now."

Youmu, who has always been funny, didn't say anything interesting. I stopped bothering her overtime and went looking for cute humans who could say funny things.

"Reimu, you know what? Sixty years of things? ”

Reimu didn't reply, but the goblin, who was about to play a prank, was disturbed and fled through the window. I looked at the flowers left by the fairy on the pillow of Reimu who was sleeping heavily, and I was surprised to feel that it was very commensurate.

The flower is often associated with fantasy, like a shrine maiden. However, that's because the flowers can be lodged in fantasy. The more beautiful the flower, the more abundant the capacity. The sea of flowers that are now blooming in Gensokyo is because of the undestined spirits that have poured into the Great Enchantment. Unaware of their own dead souls, in addition to enriching themselves and leaving traces to elevate their existence, they can only reside in the flowers and release their colors. Speaking of which, it reminds me of a guy who is entangled next to Reimu.

The cherry trees outside are blooming again. The silence in the shrine was only short-lived. It's nature worth enjoying for youkai, but it's not the same thing as Reimu in the eyes. I could imagine Reimu being furious, "Why is it open again?" Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep Such words seem to be echoing in my head.

I leaned out of the gap and poked Reimu's cheek.

"Whew, what's the matter—it's [you]? Is something happening, even you will come out......"

"What are these words? I'm a youkai. Isn't it normal for youkai to come to humans? ”

Reimu muttered, "I'm a shrine maiden," as she casually changed her clothes. I said in my heart that I would not be able to hold it, but there was no exit after all. I was touched by the shrine maiden, and the memories of that time surfaced like a blister. Whether it is the ghosts piled up tens of thousands of times on the banks of the Santu River, or the answers to the sixty-year cycle, they are all back in mind. Memories will run after the elderly, I don't know where I've heard such words. I had rarely wanted to go beyond the yokai's stance to tell Reimu some clues, but some unpleasant stories from the past—about shrine maidens, older than those sixty years—came to me. I was so discouraged that I closed the gap without even saying goodbye.

After that, I found a pastime. Today's blue is unexpectedly abnormal. He would fall asleep on my right leg and never say anything, and I haven't woken up until now. I scratched Lan's chin and ears with ease, and soon a soft voice of "Mi~" came out of Lan's throat.

"Purple-sama! What are you doing......"

Blue blushed, as if he felt a great sense of shame for losing to instinct. My Shikigami is much more interesting than humans.

"Blue~I allow you to be coquettish in my arms like you used to~~"

I said in as gentle a tone as I could. Seeing the wavering and struggling look on Blue's face soothed my mood.

“…… Orange. Purple-sama is in a good mood, so you can try Purple-sama's arms. ”

Lan finally said so. Orange happily climbed from its blue tail onto my shoulder.

"Blue is like a new mother. It's rare that I'm serious once. ”

I saw the blue eyes and understood. Blue was mimicking me a long time ago—not Shikigami's vision of the Lord's nature, but in this way, to convince myself that I cared for her at that time.

Of course. Both humans and yokai glorify the past. If you don't, you'll be "worse then, much better than then." This idea of abandonment dominates. Creatures will develop in the bad way. Beautifying the past is something that living beings must do in order to live longer. If you can't do this, no matter how long it takes, you can only see the bad things about the past, as if such a person will have no future.

I'm also a member of the living beings, so I think it's only natural that the shrine maidens from sixty years ago seemed to be very attractive. I thought as I stroked Orange's hair. Orange fell asleep comfortably.

"Don't be kidding, Lady Purple. You're bothered about something, right? ”

"I'm confused by the glorified memories. More than sixty years ago, it should have been buried. ”

yes, it should have been buried under Gensokyo. Things you want to forget but don't want to leave behind.

“…… Probably, the past time is not enough, right? ”

"How could it be. The cycle of flowers is sixty years. This year is a combination of star, winter and fire, a small and splendid year of destruction......"

I see......! Why does the daily life that should disappear still exist in sixty years? Why hasn't the memory of wanting to be buried after time faded......

This time, the interval from the last time is not 60 years, but 59 years. I looked down at Gensokyo from the gap again, and the flowers were all blooming, and the large purple cherry blossoms in the missing mound were quite conspicuous. It is the one that dwells the spirit of sin...... Wrong. There seems to be something different.

"Did you do it? Purple? It didn't help to bring a helper. When the cherry blossoms fall, shovel them into your gaps. ”

"Whatever you want. Do you know why sixty years will be shortened to fifty-nine years? ”

A little bit concerned about the inspiration of the shrine maiden.,I came to the shrine.。 Sure enough, Reimu was angry at the spreading sea of flowers.

"Sixty is sixty, and fifty-nine are two different things...... What's wrong, do you see anything? ”

"I see. The goblin was swallowed by a big toad. ”

"What is this?"

Reimu just said this, and started drinking tea without revealing any thoughts. Asking questions again probably won't lead you any way, but I've got the hint I'm looking for. She's such a good shrine maiden. I left Reimu there by myself, chanting, "If Purple doesn't know, I'll be in trouble......" while looking at Sakura in a daze.

The answer is that this change is not a monster or a ghost, nor is it purely caused by the laws of nature, but there is another reason.

I thought of the flowers that would not be affected by this, and the people who would not be confused by this.

"I've found a good place."

The underworld, which is different from the current world in terms of air and temperature, is an environment that calms people and flowers. The cold wind flows with the breath of the spirit.

Yes, only the flowers here have not yet bloomed. I listened to the terrible sound of the westward demon branches swaying in the sky, and saw the creature sitting under the tree sleeping lightly with a grass stalk in his mouth.

"You know what? What happens once in sixty years, it appears after fifty-nine years, such a thing? ”

That being said, I understood it when I saw Youning. The source of the anomaly, the reason why the flowers are not the same as before, and the tsunami of flowers next year, have all been answered.

"Once in 60 years. Isn't the period from January to December counted as a year, exactly fifty-nine whole years? ”

"Huh?!"

Unexpectedly, an interesting answer was heard. Sure enough, he was an interesting guy as I thought at first.

"I don't look good. What's wrong? Do you regret what you've done in the past? ”

"Ah, I'm sorry."

I took note of his wording. Obviously scared but not remorseful, is it because you know that it is meaningless, or is it simply cute and hard? It's funny.

"Cowering, it's changed. And then, how are you going to end up? ”

"Apologize for your sins with death. Although there is still a reluctance to believe in the status quo. ”

Youning shrugged her shoulders and replied. It's still fun. I remember the little joke when I first met. He showed me his worth, but I scared him well. When Youning finally saw the [power] of Gensokyo, her expression was very interesting. Speaking of which, he provoked the conflict himself. Which one is it......

"It's really troublesome when refugees move around."

"Yes. I remember, it's [circulation]. ”

At that time, I felt the risk that something bad would flow into Gensokyo. I knew he knew from the beginning that I was staring at him. Whether it's showing Reimu's friendliness right away, or giving Rin no suke a broken puzzle to keep his thoughts away from the truth, I don't know if there is any hope that will also mislead me. It's not fantasy and reality, but the realm of fantasy and fantasy, which is what he tries to explain. However, it's a pity that the process of reading, storing, and then reproducing it didn't hide it from me. If you don't know, you might find him a little more interesting.

"The point is on refugees, hey. …… What do you remember? ”

"It's about fantasy and fantasy, and realm, that kind of thing."

Youning smiled wryly, "What is this?" I've learned to have a stance with Reimu.

I'm just thinking that it's not accidental that things like abilities are mostly related to realms. If there is no realm, there is no difference between youkai and humans - it does not mean that you can turn monsters into humans through the operation of realms.

I'm a youkai who can manipulate everything. That power, whether it's Gensokyo, the outside world, this world, that world, humans, youkai, day or night, you don't have to care, and you can turn all the enchantments into nothing—so that there is no difference between the two sides, it's just a trick. In this way, there are aspects of me that I have to rely on Gensokyo. Only the realm of fantasy and reality is a one-way street, probably right.

"You've let me down, you know? Compared to that time, in terms of degree. ”

"That's really scary. Don't keep thinking about the past. Always reminiscing about the past can make people get old. ”

There's no room for you to grow old. I thought so, but of course I couldn't say it. Try to switch to a topic of interest.

"What's the matter, the way you ignore it."

"It's honest. I never lie. ”

"Including things that imitate me, is it also called honesty? Youkai Sage is notorious, huh? ”

I watched Youning and replied, "You can really say that about yourself", and I didn't see a look of surprise.

"Even if it makes Reimu annoying, doesn't it matter?"

"How is that possible?"

Youning quickly replied. What level of impossibility are you talking about?

The sun had risen, but it had not been able to dispel the coldness of the underworld.

"I'm lacking in imagination." Although Youning retorted with "It's nothing to do with imagination", I still finished talking on my own.

"Have your fantasies been thinned to this extent?"

"—you can try it."

Youning saw the light behind me, and I thought he saw it. It doesn't matter if you don't see it.

If the idea is easily guessed, it will be boring, so there is no need to pursue it too much. There are things that attract more attention.

- Youning didn't move. Doesn't it seem like he's really hurting him if he recognizes me......

So, he let the eggs bloom on his face.

"Unpleasant fellow."

"It's obvious that I'm at a loss......"

I said it earlier, but if the idea is easily guessed, it will be boring.

I pursed my lips, and though the answer was still being concealed by Youning, my interest was exhausted. Let's dig deeper when I have time, such thoughts are buried in my heart.

I remember that in the past, when the flowers were blooming, I would go to the Tsukasa to see the purple cherry blossoms, but now I don't have the interest to do so. If you want to say why, it's because you've already seen a huge portion.

I've seen the very tolerant "flowers" and the fantasies that are tainted with deep sins.

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—————————— P.S

Hello everyone. A chapter full of romance and adventure for me, I thought it would be very difficult, but I was lucky to be able to meet everyone after more than three days of fighting.

I've finally reached the age where I'm going to be called Zimei. Purple is the most mysterious of all the girls in Gensokyo, and it feels deeply incredible to think about the realm that can be flipped at will and to go wherever you want. Trying to write a story from a purple perspective is really an amazing experience.

I tried my best to make such romantic fantasies as commonplace. Even so, it was full of ethereal feelings. Purple's personality or preferences are just a part of the plausible. Although the meaning is still not enough, as an outsider's imagination, it probably stops here.

This chapter brings the story of revisiting chapters 4 to 5 of the first volume to interpret Youning's actions. In order to reflect Zi's chic attitude to life, he paid a lot of sweat on the red line of "can't be verbose". Although the goal was largely achieved, a new pit was dug. However, after all, it will be well explained, so there is no need to care. Experience the wonders of Gensokyo and have fun.