Himiko

1st Ascension. Chaldea. Corridors.

Himiko bumped right into the Master in Chaldea’s pristine white corridors, her low brown twintails swaying lazily.

"Tehehe~! Right on time! Just like I saw! This morning, I had a vision—‘Walk this way, at this time!’ And ta-daa~! Here we are! Pretty cool, huh? Oh! Oh! And guess what?" She grinned, hands behind her head, topknot twitching slightly. "If I had tripped three steps back… I still would’ve bumped into you! Fate is so funny sometimes, Future-kun~!"

She stretched, muted tribal markings shifting over her curvy body. "Mmm~… Chaldea’s weird, huh? Machines that blink and hum, walls too smooth to be real… It’s all so different from home. But y’know what? I like it here." Her turquoise magatama necklace clinked softly as she rocked on her heels. "Everyone’s kinda like me—strange and special in their own way. So even though I’m a super-duper amazing queen-sama—fufufu~n—I can just be… me. A simple girl who laughs, eats too much, aaaand naps whenever she wants!"

A spin on her toes sent her short white tunic fluttering—just for a second, sideboobs peeking through the loose fabric, thick thighs brushing together.

"Aaand speaking of good things… I really wanted to see you today!" She leaned in close, brown leather belt snug around her waist, round ass jiggling happily. "Sooo I peeked ahead~! And yep yep yep! If we walk together, grab a snack, and talk lots and lots—then boom! Future-kun gets extra happiness points! It’s true! A guaranteed prophecy! No refunds!"

1st Ascension. Chaldea. Master's Room.

The door to the Master’s room swung open—Himiko strolled in, low brown twintails bouncing, topknot twitching slightly as she hummed. "La la laaa~♪ Future-kun! I had somethin’ to tell ya—oh!"

A sudden misstep, a tangle of limbs, and—whoosh—down they went. Muted tribal markings traced across her curvy body as it pressed flush against his, magatama necklace cool against his skin. "Eeeh? When did the floor get so comfy? …Oh wait! That’s you! Tehehe~!"

She propped herself up, arms bracketing him, short white tunic slipping just enough to tease sideboob. "Mmm… Y'know… you’re kinda handsome up close." A slow blink, brown eyes twinkling. "Like, really handsome. Future-kun… are you secretly a prince? Or maybe… a legendary hero? Or a—" She yelped, tumbling back onto her thick, plush thighs. "Ah! W-wait! I didn’t mean—! I mean, I did, but—uwaaa~!"

Face burning, she hugged her knees, big round ass jiggling. "I-it's fine… It’s just…" Fingers fidgeted with the red knot on her brown belt. "I j-just wondered if… if now was the time… or if it’s still too soon… o-or if maybe I messed up the order… B-but then again… maybe this is exactly how it happens? Uuuu~ Future-kun, why’d my prophecy have to be so embarrassing?!"

2nd Ascension. Chaldea. Master’s Office.

The office door creaked open—Himiko peeked in, golden sun-shaped headband catching the light. "Oho~! Just as I foresaw! A Future-kun drowning in work!" She stepped inside, white hooded mantle swaying, red-lined fabric draping over her shoulders.

"So! I’m here to save you!" Hands on wide hips, brown eyes twinkling. "And if you resist? Tehehe~… Himiko Punch!" She threw a playful jab at the air, tribal markings flexing over her arms. "Just kidding! …Probably."

She plopped onto his desk, legs crossed, thick thighs pressing together beneath a short white dress with fully exposed sideboobs. "Mmm~ this outfit takes me back…" A wistful sigh, fingers tracing the turquoise magatama necklace. "Back home, I only wore it for big fancy rituals—y’know, queen stuff."

"Not that anyone ever saw me in it. Well… except my brother." A tilt of the head. "Huh. Guess that explains a lot." She leaned back on her hands. "Like why everyone thinks I’m some kinda muscle-headed mountain gorilla!" A pout. "Just ‘cause I throw one—okay, maybe a few—punches doesn’t mean that’s all I do!"

She flailed, round ass bouncing slightly against the desk. "I’m also wise! And cute! And super-duper nice! ...But yeah, okay. Maybe I do solve problems with my fists sometimes. B-but only when prophecy says so! That counts as strategy, right?!"

2nd Ascension. Chaldea. Rest Room.

Himiko strolled in, golden sun-shaped headband gleaming under the dim rest room lights. "Oi oi, Future-kun! I got a question for ya!" She plopped down beside him, white hooded mantle pooling over her shoulders. "What kinda girls do ya like? C’mon, spill!"

She leaned in, thick, plush thighs pressing together. "Maybe you like ‘em cool and mysterious? Fufufu~n… Or cute and bubbly? Ooor maybe a big sister type—someone all soft and gentle?" A slow grin. Short white dress clinging tight to her curvy body, sideboob slits teasing her large breasts. "Ooooh, or maybe you’re into the real powerful ones? The kinda girl who could carry ya bridal style and punch a boulder in half!"

She flexed playfully, muted tribal markings shifting over her arms. "I-it’s just an example, okay?! Not talkin’ about me or anything!"

Straightening up, she puffed out her chest slightly, turquoise magatama necklace resting above deep cleavage. "Welp! No worries—I can help ya pick! ‘Cause guess what? I can predict love too~!" A smug little hum. "Yep yep yep! Just gotta take a quick peek into the future and—"

Her words cut off. Her body stiffened. And then— "HhhhaaaAAAH?!"

Face burning, she flailed wildly, round ass bouncing against the seat. "N-no way! T-this can’t be right—uhhh… I-I mean! It’s blurry! Super blurry! Yep yep yep! Can’t see a thing!" A nervous laugh. "B-buuut if I could see it—which I totally didn’t—it’d probably be…" She gulped. "...sweet. R-really sweet. Like… warm mornings and soft hands and… s-smiles just for you…"

Her brown eyes darted away with false innocence. "...And p-passionate too… like clinging close and n-not wanting to let go and m-maybe even—uwaaaa~!"

3rd Ascension. Chaldea. Himiko’s Room.

Inside her room, Himiko spun in place, her massive red crown catching the light, golden sun rays gleaming.

"Tadaaa~! Super Himiko has arrived!" Detached white kimono sleeves billowed behind her, flickering particles of light and shadow trailing from the fabric. "Mmm~ feels good! Like… really good! Like I could punch the moon and still have energy left!" A playful grin, golden eyes shining bright. "But more than that… I know everything’s gonna be okay. No matter how strong the darkness gets… light always wins!"

She twirled, layered white kimono shifting around her curvy body, deep cleavage and fully exposed sideboobs peeking through the folds.

"Y’know… this form isn’t really ‘me.’ It’s how my people saw me." A slow blink, red-lined eyes softening. "Funny, huh? I spent my whole life locked away, barely seeing anyone… but they still imagined me like this—bright and strong and unshakable." She laughed lightly, white square patterns drifting lazily around her black obi. "Guess that means I did okay as their queen—even if I was just winging it half the time!"

She turned to him suddenly, face set in faux-seriousness.

"Future-kun! Are you prepared to wield the full power of my divine prophecies?"

A dramatic pause… then—

"Pffft—tehehe~! You totally fell for it!" She giggled behind her hand. "I got real good at faking the whole ‘wise queen’ thing! But hey—jokes aside—wanna hear a prediction? A real one?"

3rd Ascension. Chaldea. A Nighttime Visit.

Knock, knock.

Himiko stood at Master’s door, golden eyes flickering in the dim hallway light. Her long white kimono pooled around her feet.

"Ne… Future-kun… You up?" A pause. Then— "Ah—wait! O-of course you were asleep! It’s late!" A nervous laugh, hands fidgeting over her white magatama necklace. "S-sorry for wakin’ ya… B-but I had to come! I had to!" She puffed up slightly, trying to look composed. "Y’see… I made a love prophecy earlier!" She chuckled, scratching her cheek. "W-well—not for me! For you!"

She cleared her throat, black-and-white square patterns flickering lazily around her detached sleeves like tiny stars. "Aaaand let me tell ya—it’s a good one!" A forced giggle. "Like… real sweet! Super-duper heart-melting kinda sweet! Eheh…" She trailed off, shifting awkwardly. "...A-anyway! That’s not important! What’s important is—uhhh…" A pause. Then a deep inhale. "...I-it’s gonna be warm. R-really warm." Her fingers curled over the obi-dome at her waist. "Like… soft mornings and sleepy cuddles and… a-and…" Her voice got quieter. "...p-passion too…"

Her face burned. "...So much passion…" A whimper. "Mmmh—uwaaaa~!! W-what am I even saying?! This is weird! This is soooo weird!" She spun on her heel like she was about to flee—but then—a sharp inhale. And just like that—her golden eyes blazed with sudden resolve.

"No more waiting!" She stepped forward, fists clenching beneath her large breasts. "The future’s too sweet to keep stalling! Sometimes—you gotta push fate along!" She exhaled sharply—then leaned in close, voice dropping to a soft murmur:

"...Come with me. To my room. Right now." A slow breath. Her lips curled into a small smile—shy but certain. "I’ll tell you exactly who I saw in your love prophecy… And exactly what happens next~."

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Shore of Fate.

"Ohhh! Oh oh ohhh~!" Himiko crouched beside the unconscious figure washed up on the shore. "It’s him! It’s hiiim!" She clutched her massive turquoise magatama necklace, practically vibrating. "The one from my dreams! The future traveler! The hero who’ll change everything!" Her wild brown twintails bounced as she spun toward the enormous tortoise beside her. "Brother! Brother, look! I told ya he’d come!"

"Haaah… so you did," Nameless Tortoise sighed, his deep voice carrying the weight of someone long used to his sister’s antics. "But maybe let him breathe before you start throwing prophecies at him?"

"Eh?!" Himiko gasped, leaning closer, her short white tunic slipping just enough to flash sideboob. "Oh nooo! He drowned?! Quick—first aid!!" Without hesitation, she placed both hands over his chest—her curvy body pressing down as she prepared to deliver what could only be described as a catastrophic chest compression. "One! Two! Three—"

"STOP!" Nameless Tortoise barked, eyes wide. "You’ll break his ribs!"

"Ehhh?! But—but I saw this in a play once—"

"And did that person survive?"

"Uuuu… point taken." Himiko pouted but pulled back—just in time for the man beneath her to stir. Her face lit up instantly. "Ohhh~! He lives!" She clasped her hands behind her head, grinning wide. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Future-kun!"

"Future-kun?" Nameless Tortoise deadpanned.

*"Fufufu~n, He’s from the future, right? Sooo—Future-kun!" She beamed at the confused Master, unbothered by how her brown leather belt sat loose around her waist. "Anyway! I’m Himiko—a totally normal local Heroic Spirit who just so happens to be your biggest fan~ tehehe~!" She reached out a hand. "Now c’mon! No time for naps—we gotta save Yamatai together!"

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Village Chief’s Hut.

The room was dim, filled with the scent of old wood and burning incense. Nameless Tortoise sighed. "The Dark Blight spreads faster than we can push it back. The rivers rot, the crops wither, and now… the Dark Shinsengumi hunt our people. Their leader—this so-called ‘Iyo’—is relentless."

"That’s not ‘Iyo’!" Nobukatsu slammed a fist against the floor, red eyes blazing. "That’s my sister! Oda Nobunaga—the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven!" His black cloak swayed as he stood. "And I refuse to believe she’d let anyone control her!" A sharp breath. "I’ll break whatever curse binds her—even if I have to cut through every last one of those bastards myself!"

Himiko hummed, idly adjusting the red knot on her brown leather belt. "Mmm… Nope! That won’t work." She stretched, muted tribal markings shifting over her arms. "Even if ya charge in with all the guts and drama in the world, you’re still gonna lose." She tilted her head, brown twintails swaying. "What we need to do is destroy those nasty Haniwa Nobbus first!"

"Excuse me?!" Nobukatsu recoiled like she’d just spat in his food. "You mean those horrifying, ugly-as-sin wooden idols?! The ones that look like some half-baked monstrosity cobbled together by a drunk sculptor?!" He clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed. "That’s my sister you’re talking about!"

"Ehhh? But they don’t look anything like her?" Himiko blinked innocently, short white tunic clinging tightly to her curvy body. "They’ve got weird faces and stubby little limbs and—and they waddle all funny too!" A thoughtful hum. "Actually… yeah, now that I think about it, they do kinda feel like Nobbu…"

"I’m going to be sick…" Nobukatsu groaned into his hands.

"Haha~ well! Either way—those things are bad news!" She clapped her hands together, magatama necklace jingling softly. "I can feel it! If we get rid of them, we’ll turn this battle around!"

Nameless Tortoise exhaled deeply before turning toward the Master. "Well then… what now, Master-kun? What’s our move?"

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Village’s Center.

"Oi, oi, oi! You lot, line up straight!" Himiko stood tall, hands on wide hips, brown twintails bouncing as she towered over a row of guilty-looking kids. "Listen up, lil’ rascals! What did I just say about stealin’ dumplings from the offering trays?! Hm?! Do ya want the gods to get mad and start throwin’ lightning bolts?! Do ya?!"

"B-but Lady Himiko," one boy sniffled, "you ate three dumplings before us…"

"A-aha~n?" She quickly waved it off, thick thighs pressing together as she shifted her weight. "T-that’s different! I’m a queen! It’s… uh… part of my divine duty!" A dramatic cough. "Besides! It ain’t just about angerin’ the gods! Stealin’ is bad! Very bad!" She wagged a finger. "If ya gotta steal somethin’, at least make it somethin’ cool—like a legendary sword or a secret ninja scroll! Not dumplings!"

"THAT’S EVEN WORSE!" The kids yelled in unison before bolting off, leaving a very satisfied Himiko dusting off her hands.

"Hehe~ another day, another lesson taught!" She stretched lazily, muted tribal markings shifting over her smooth skin before turning to the Master with a pout. "Uuuu~ but seriously, Future-kun… these villagers see me as some kinda big ol’ mountain gorilla!"

She crossed her arms beneath her large breasts, magatama necklace jingling softly. "I overheard ‘em sayin’ stuff like—‘Ohhh, Lady Himiko once wrestled a bear for fun!’ Or—‘She punched an earthquake and won!’ Or—‘She can eat an entire rice field in one sitting!’" A gasp, round ass swaying slightly as she threw up her arms. "That last one is slander! I mean—yeah, I eat a lot, but c’mon!"

Then she suddenly loomed over him.

"Sooo… be honest with me, Future-kun." Her short white tunic swayed slightly as she leaned in closer. "I’m not a gorilla… right? I’m sweet and kind and cute and totally queenly, right? Riiight?" Her shadow stretched over him menacingly as her lips curled into a grin. "...You’re gonna say yes. Right now. Or else—I see a lot of problems in your immediate future..."

1st Ascension. Okita Souji. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Village Square of Destiny(?)

"Haaah… freedom at last! Okita-chan daishouri!!" Okita stretched, short blonde bob swaying as she basked in the fresh air. "Seriously, being trapped inside a Nobbu statue? Worst experience of my life! Never again! I’d rather fight ten Rebels at once!" She shuddered. "Uuu~ just imagining it makes me sick…"

"Oho~! The legendary Okita Souji in the flesh!" Himiko clapped her hands together, brown eyes sparkling. "Mmm~ you’re shorter than I thought!" She tilted her head, brown twintails swaying lazily. "And blonder too!"

"Oi, oi, oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!" Okita pouted, crossing her arms over her blue haori. "I’ll have you know I’m plenty tall for a swordswoman! And blonde is totally period-accurate… probably!" A cough. "Anyway—you’re Himiko? The Queen of Yamatai? The one from myths?" She squinted. "Hmmm… honestly, I thought you’d be more… majestic? Like… glowing or floating or… wearing more clothes?"

"Hehe~ sorry to disappoint!" Himiko spun in place, short white tunic fluttering just enough to flash sideboob. "Buuut y’know—our fates are actually super-duper intertwined!" She leaned in conspiratorially. "The Shinsengumi and Yamatai… they’re connected. Deeply. Their roots go waaaaay back to ancient times. …Oh. Wait. That hasn’t happened yet. Ehehe~ never mind! Forget I said anything!"

"...Hah? HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Okita grabbed her shoulders. "You’re a fortune teller, right?! You see the future?! Then answer me—the most important questions of all time!"

Himiko blinked. "...Ohhh? You wanna know about your fate? Your legacy? Your place in history?"

"No no no no—am I getting a new skin soon?! Will this event get an anime adaptation starring ME?! What about my popularity ranking?! Has Nobbu stolen my screen time AGAIN?!"

"A-aahhh?! That’s what you care about?!"

"Of course!!!" Okita turned to the Master, gripping his sleeve. "Master-dono! Back me up here! I deserve answers!!"

1st Ascension. Nagao Kagetora. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Battlefield—Wait, No, Just the Village.

"Ahahaha! Himiko-dono!" Kagetora strode forward, white cape billowing, long white hair with black streaks catching the wind. "At last, we meet! You and I—both avatars of divinity! Both warriors of legend! Both feared and revered by the people!" She grinned, resting a hand on her hip. "Truly, we are kindred spirits!"

"Uuuu…" Himiko blinked, shifting slightly as her short white tunic swayed—sideboob peeking through, large breasts bouncing ever so slightly. "Mmm… nope! Don’t think so!"

"...Hah?"

Himiko sighed, hands behind her head as her brown twintails swayed. "I ain’t divine, I ain’t feared, and I definitely ain’t a warrior! I’m just a simple shrine maiden who happens to punch real good!"

"Pfft! Nonsense!" Kagetora waved her off. "If you can defeat foes with your fists alone, that makes you a warrior!" She leaned in eagerly, black leotard stretching over her slender, toned body. "Come! Let us spar atop a mountain peak at sunrise—barehanded, of course! The only true way to bond!"

"Eeeeh?! That’s not how normal people make friends!!" Himiko flailed, turquoise magatama necklace bouncing against her chest. "C-can’t we just eat somethin’ together? Or talk about the weather? Or—wait. Not the weather. That always backfires…"

"Hmph! If not combat, then let us drink together instead!" Kagetora grinned, patting her own chest proudly. "I shall show you how true warriors bond—with sake and reckless abandon!"

"No no no no!!" Himiko waved frantically. "That’s even worse!!" Then—she paused, adjusting the red knot on her brown leather belt. A slow blink. A distant gaze. "...Oooooh~ I see it… A prophecy unfolds… Nagao Kagetora… in distress… right in toilet..."

"...Tch. Again?! …Master-dono," Kagetora turned stiffly, "we must abandon this village immediately. There are things worse than death lurking here."

1st Ascension. Miss Majin. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Udon Break Amidst the Ruins.

The scent of fresh broth filled the air as Okita Alter sat cross-legged, calmly slurping udon like she hadn’t just obliterated an Ominous God with a sword beam five minutes ago. "Mmm… good udon." She nodded sagely, long platinum hair swaying. "Yes… this is why I fight."

"Ooooh~ what a good girl, Miss Majin~!" Himiko clasped her hands together, brown eyes shining with grandmotherly affection. "Savin’ the village! Protectin’ the people! A true hero-sama~!" She leaned in, short white tunic shifting over her curvy body. "But most importantly… makin’ sure the udon survives!"

"Exactly," Miss Majin said solemnly, lifting another bite of noodles. "If the udon dies… what’s even the point?"

Himiko giggled, adjusting her magatama necklace. "Tehehe~ such wisdom! Such dedication! Truly, you are a warrior of justice!" A pause. Then, softer: "...But also, a girl goin’ through hard times. I can feel it… but y’know what? I think you’ll be okay."

"Hmm?" Miss Majin tilted her head, chopsticks pausing mid-air. "That a prophecy?"

"Maybe~ maybe not~" Himiko rocked on her heels, brown twintails bouncing. "I just hope ya stay sweet. That’s all."

A long pause. Then—Miss Majin slurped another noodle, staring off into the distance like some ancient sage contemplating the universe. "...Sweet… like good udon broth…"

"...Yep! Just like that!"

1st Ascension. Oda Nobunaga. Chaldea. Literary Crime Scene(?)

"NOBBUUUUUU!" Himiko stormed into the room, brown twintails bouncing wildly, short white tunic clinging to her curvy body as she jabbed an accusatory finger forward. "What the heck was that play?! That wasn’t me at all!"

"Hah? What’s your problem?" Nobunaga reclined lazily in her chair, long crimson hair spilling over the armrest, red eyes gleaming. "I improved your story! Made it marketable! You should be thanking me!"

"You turned me into an edgelord villainess high schooler who got isekai’d into Yamatai and awakened cheat powers!" Himiko flailed, turquoise magatama necklace jingling violently. "I don’t even know what half of that means!!"

"Tch tch tch," Nobbu waved, black skintight bodysuit clinging to her relaxed, voluptuous body. "Modern audiences need something spicy, y’know? ‘Oh no, I was just a regular high school girl until I got run over by a celestial chariot and reincarnated as the Demon Queen of Yamatai!’ Boom! Instant hit!"

"THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!"

"Details, details," Nobbu smirked, adjusting her long red cloak. "Look, Himiko—your whole ‘sunshine shrine maiden’ shtick? Snooze-fest. But if you were a tragic anti-heroine with a dark past and OP powers? Now that’s bestseller material." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Actually… maybe I should write a light novel… ‘Reincarnated as the Shaman Queen, but My People Think I’m a Gorilla?!’ Yeah, I can see it now…"

"Ohhh you better not—!" Himiko clenched her fists, brown leather belt tightening around her waist as she seethed. "Fine! If that’s how it is—then I foresee terrible things in your future! Cursed luck! Rain on every battle! Mini-Nobbus multiplying uncontrollably!"

"Pfft—please." Nobbu snorted, waving her off. "I don’t believe in fate or gods or whatever nonsense you’re spouting. And cancel culture has no power over me!" She leaned back smugly. "Go ahead! Predict all you want—I’m untouchable!"

A pause. Then—PLOP.

A single raindrop landed on Nobbu’s forehead.

"...Oi. What the hell? We're indoors."

"Tehehe~ prophecy never misses~" Himiko sang, hands behind her head as she skipped away.

1st Ascension. Iyo. Chaldea. Midnight in the Master’s Room(?)

"......"

"......"

Two figures stood frozen in the dim light of the Master’s room, staring at each other like deer caught in a prophecy-induced disaster.

"H-Himiko-sama…?" Iyo’s black twintails trembled slightly as she clutched the hem of her black dress, her slender body stiff with tension. "W-what are you doing here…?"

"A-ahaha~ funny question, Iyo-chan!" Himiko laughed nervously, hands behind her head, brown hair bouncing wildly as she rocked on her heels. "Mmm~ what am I doin’ here? Hehehe… just… y’know… takin’ a walk… inside… Master’s private quarters… at midnight…" She coughed into her fist. "W-what about you?"

"I—I was simply… um…" Iyo fidgeted, sideboob peeking from her dress as she shifted awkwardly on her long legs. "Checking the leyline stability in this room. Yes. That’s it."

"Ohhh~ leyline stability, huh? Suuuper important stuff!" Himiko nodded sagely, short white tunic clinging to her curvy body. "Yep yep yep! Gotta make sure those leylines aren’t… uh… wobbly!"

"Y-yes! Exactly!" Iyo straightened up—then immediately deflated, fingers tightening over her dress. "...T-this is ridiculous. We both know why we’re really here."

"Uuuu~ yeah…" Himiko slumped, turquoise magatama necklace pressing against her large breasts. "...Sooo~ ummm~ let’s say—hypothetically—someone had a prophecy about their future and that future was, uhhh…" She twirled a strand of hair, big round ass bouncing slightly. "...very warm. And very close. And very happy."

"O-oh! H-hypothetically!" Iyo nodded rapidly, cheeks burning, cute round butt perking up. "Yes yes yes! And let’s also say—completely unrelatedly—that someone else also saw a future where there was a lot of warmth and closeness and—and maybe even…"

"Mmmhmmm~ riiight riiight~ totally normal prophecy things~" Himiko giggled nervously, thick thighs pressing together as she fidgeted with the red knot on her brown leather belt. "...B-but y’know—prophecies can’t be wrong! Which means my vision is definitely gonna happen!"

"Ahaha! W-well actually!" Iyo puffed up slightly, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts. "My prophecy is also absolute, which means that I am the correct one!"

"Ehhhh?! But that makes no sense—wait. WAIT. Iyo-chan!" Himiko gasped, leaning forward with wide brown eyes. "Are we rivals now?!"

"Uuuugh~ I don’t want to be rivals!" Iyo groaned into her hands before suddenly peeking through her fingers. "...B-but if we are…" A deep breath. "Then I won’t lose!"

"F-fine then!! If it’s fate—then let’s see who gets there first!!" Himiko declared, pointing toward the sleeping Master.

1st Ascension. Sima Yi. Chaldea. Hallway of Unintentional Pity.

"Sima Yi-chan~!" Himiko’s voice rang through the hallway like a sunrise. "Ooooh, I’ve been lookin’ for ya!" Before Reines could react, she was enveloped in warmth—soft arms wrapping around her petite body, turquoise magatama necklace pressing against her cheek, short white tunic brushing against her own dark-blue jacket. "Mmm~ so smol and huggable~ tehehe~!"

"H-HAAH?! UNHAND ME AT ONCE—"

"Nuh-uh! Not until I say thank you!" Himiko grinned, brown twintails bouncing as she nuzzled closer. "Wei sent me soooo many pretty gifts back in the day! Especially mirrors! So many mirrors! And guess what? I loved ‘em all~!" She spun slightly, thick thighs brushing against Reines’ own slender legs. "Sooo shiny! So sparkly! Every time I looked into one, it felt like the stars were smilin’ back at me!"

"...Ahaha~ how… lovely." Reines smirked, adjusting her beret with a gloved hand. "Well, considering your usual attire…" A glance at Himiko’s rather exposed sideboob. "I suppose any charity would be welcome. Even from a kingdom long gone." A deliberate smile. "Truly, what a tragic little country you must have been to treasure mere mirrors so much."

"Oooooh~ yeah, yeah~ must’ve been real rough for Wei…" Himiko sighed dreamily—then suddenly cradled Reines’ head against her large breasts, fingers stroking through blonde hair. "...Losing everything… fading into history… must’ve been soooo hard for ya, huh?"

"...Wha—EXCUSE ME?!"

"There there~" Himiko cooed, completely oblivious to Reines stiffening like a board. "Poor lil’ Sima Yi-chan… carryin’ all that sadness… pretendin’ she doesn’t care…" A deep sigh as she hugged tighter. "Uuuu~ you don’t gotta act tough with me~ even if Wei is gone… you’re still here~!"

"...I—I AM NOT SAD ABOUT WEI—GET YOUR FILTHY PITY OFF OF ME!!"

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. The Blade’s Betrayal.

"Haaaaa—Himiko Punch!" Himiko’s fist slammed into the Haniwa Nobbu’s head—crack! The wood split open, light bursting from within as the trapped figure dropped to the ground. "Ooooh~! It worked! Tehehe~ Future-kun, did you see that?! Top-tier exorcism! We totally got a new ally now!"

"Tch… ‘bout time." Hijikata Toshizou stood, rolling his shoulders. "You idiots better be ready—"

Saitou Hajime moved. His blade shot straight for the Master’s throat. Okita was faster. Blades clashed—her sword locking Saitou’s back with sheer force. "Saitou-san, what the hell?! Tryin’ to lop off my Master’s head?! Did I miss something? Evil brainwashing? Sudden ‘kill your friends’ syndrome?! Or maybe—just maybe—you’ve lost your damn mind?!"

Saitou grinned, slipping into an easy stance. "What can I say? It was a good opening."

Keisuke moved—but a gunshot cracked through the air. Hijikata fired first. Nobukatsu was already between them, sword drawn. "Traitors." Hijikata spat the word like venom. "They’ve been feeding Serizawa intel from the start. Every move we made? They reported it back. This wasn’t hesitation—this was waiting for orders to cut your Master down."

"What?!" Okita flinched like she’d been slapped. "Keisuke… no way. You wouldn’t—You’re one of us! Shinsengumi sticks together! Always!"

"I’m sorry." Keisuke tightened his grip on his blade. "But I owe Serizawa a debt I can’t ignore. A mortal one. You know what that means." A pause. "I never fully believed in our ideals… not like you did. But I always believed in you, Okita... That’s why this hurts more than anything."

Saitou chuckled dryly, flicking his katana clean before sliding it back into its sheath. "Me? No debts, no guilt. Just curiosity." He glanced at Okita over his shoulder. "I’ve always wondered… when it really counts… who’s stronger? You or me?" A smirk tugged at his lips. "Guess we’ll find out next time."

Nobukatsu sneered as they disappeared into the dark. "Tch. Cowards. This is why you don’t trust anyone except Sister."

"Uuuu~ so wait…" Himiko scratched her head, twintails bouncing lazily. "We were supposed to gain an ally… but we lost two instead? That’s kinda bad, huh?" She pouted—then perked up again. "...Does this mean we gotta go beat ‘em up later?"

"Haaah…" Hijikata shoved his pistol back into his coat with a sigh. "Screw this drama—I need a drink."

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Himiko’s Sanctuary—The Fall of the Demon King.

"Haaah… what a waste." Serizawa Kamo stood atop the altar, a smug grin splitting his bloated face. Dark Blight churned around him like a living thing—thick, writhing shadows seeping into the air, licking at Nobunaga’s form. "All this power… all this malice… and you resist? Come now, Oda Nobunaga! Be reasonable! You were born to be swallowed by darkness!"

Himiko stepped forward, white tunic swaying, brown leather belt snug at her waist. "Oi, oi! Enough of this ‘give in to darkness’ nonsense!" She jabbed a finger at Serizawa. "History’s full of hate—so what? We’re here now! Standin’ together! And if you think we’ll just sit back and let you win… then buddy—you’re real bad at predictin’ the future."

"N-Neesama!!" Nobukatsu lurched forward, struggling against the invisible force keeping him back. "Please! Don’t listen to him! You’re stronger than this! You’re—"

"Tch. Be quiet, Kattsu." She tilted her head at Serizawa, her crimson cloak fluttering behind her. "You talk too much, pig. Darkness? Corruption? Spare me. I’ve been called the Demon King for centuries—you think your half-baked grudge gods can taint me?" She step forward, black bodysuit clinging to her regal body. "Ahahahaha! Fool! I was hated by my people before I even took the throne! I burned temples! Slaughtered monks! The malice of this land? It's nothing compare to me!"

"Hmph… so you really are untouchable." Serizawa rubbed his chin. "But that just means you’re useful in a different way." He stepped forward. "After all… if I can’t corrupt the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven…" A jagged black blade pulsed in his hand. "...Then I’ll sacrifice her instead."

The strike was sudden. The blade plunged deep into Nobunaga’s chest—blood splattered, her body jerking as Serizawa leaned in close. "A vessel filled with centuries of malice… the perfect catalyst for awakening the Ominous Gods." Then, just as quickly, he was gone—vanishing into the darkness before anyone could react.

"N-NO!!" Nobukatsu’s scream ripped through the sanctuary.

"Tch… figures. Of course it’s fire again..." Nobunaga dropped to her knees, gripping her wound as blood pooled beneath her. "Honestly… this is what? The third time? Fourth? Feels like every damn GUDAGUDA event ends with me bleeding out while something burns down around me…" She rolled her eyes toward Himiko and Master. "Oi… someone better be countin’—this has gotta be some kinda record…"

"Sister—no! No no no no NO!" Nobukatsu collapsed beside her, grabbing onto her arm like a desperate child. "You can’t die! You’re Oda Nobunaga! The Demon King doesn’t fall like this!"

"Pfft—Shut up, Kattsu-baka," Nobbu coughed, blood staining her lips. "You’re annoying. What part of ‘fatal wound’ do you not understand?" She grabbed his collar, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Listen to me. I refuse to have such a pathetic excuse for a brother trailing after me even in death."

"But—" Nobukatsu choked on a sob—but she didn’t let go.

"No buts. You will move forward." Her grip tightened. "And if I see you groveling like this again—I swear I will crawl out of my grave just to beat some sense into you. ...Besides… someone has to stay behind and kick that fat bastard’s ass for me."

Finally—her fingers slipped from his coat. Her body slumped forward. And just like that—The Demon King had fallen. The fire raged on. And for the first time since they arrived in Yamatai… victory felt further away than ever before.

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. Shoreline of the Fallen.

"I should be dead." Nobukatsu sat on the damp sand, red eyes fixed on the crashing waves. His black cloak hung heavy on his shoulders. "If I were a proper little brother… I would’ve died for her. I should’ve thrown myself onto that altar instead. Should’ve taken that blade in her place." His fingers dug into his arms. "But no. I survived. Like the pathetic worm I am."

"And yet you still breathe." Nameless Tortoise’s deep voice rumbled beside him, the massive creature watching the tide roll in. "Why is that?"

"Because fate is cruel," Nobukatsu spat. "Because even in death, my sister refuses to let me follow her. That’s my curse—to exist without purpose. Tell me, oh wise tortoise… what should a useless brother do when he has nothing left?"

"Live."

Nobukatsu scoffed. "You say that like it’s simple."

"It is," Nameless Tortoise said firmly. "Brothers are not meant to die for their sisters. They are meant to support them. To lift them up. To ensure their legacy continues." His dark eyes gleamed in the moonlight. "Your sister did not need a corpse at her feet—she needed a hand at her back."

Nobukatsu clenched his jaw. "And what do you know of it?" He turned sharply, face twisted with bitterness. "What do you know of my sister? Of what she wanted? You’re just a beast crawling through the sands of time!" He stood abruptly, cloak whipping behind him. "You know nothing!"

"That’s not true!" Nobukatsu froze as Himiko stepped forward, brown twintails swaying, white tunic clinging to her curvy body. "I saw her." She placed a hand over her heart. "Your sister’s spirit… she spoke to me."

His breath hitched. "...Liar."

"She told me she didn’t want you to die for her," Himiko continued softly. "She said she wanted you to live. To fight. To carry on what she started—not throw yourself into an early grave because of guilt." Her brown eyes met his. "That was her final wish for you."

Nobukatsu trembled—then exhaled slowly, turning toward the village. "...I can’t die yet," he murmured. "Not until I get revenge." And with that, he walked away.

As silence settled over the beach, Nameless Tortoise turned to Himiko with a knowing look. "...You lied."

"Tehehe~" She rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah~ but he needed somethin’ to believe in." She glanced at the Master with a soft smile. "Hope’s funny like that… sometimes ya gotta make it up first before it becomes real."

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. The Final Bout Beneath the Setting Sun.

Master and Himiko stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching as Okita stormed toward Saitou, her blonde bob bouncing with every furious step. "Oi, oi, oi! You absolute dumbass!!" She jabbed her sword toward him, golden eyes blazing. "You were a double agent this whole time?! Working for Hijikata-san?! And you didn’t tell me?!" Her blue haori snapped in the wind. "And now—now you wanna fight me to the death?! Right after revealing that you were actually on our side?!"

Saitou stood lazily, one hand resting on his katana’s hilt, his usual fox-like smirk in place. "Well… yeah. You know how it is," he shrugged, tilting his head slightly. "Ever since we were alive… I always wanted to see who was stronger. You had the title of strongest… and I had to know."

Okita clenched her jaw, lowering her stance. "Tch… then why didn’t you ever spar with me back then?" Her pale yellow eyes burned as she tightened her grip on her sword. "Why not challenge me to a duel when we were still alive?"

"...Because I was afraid." For the first time, Saitou’s smirk faded slightly. His fingers curled tighter around his blade. "Afraid that if I won… if I actually killed you…" He exhaled slowly. "...The Shinsengumi wouldn’t survive losing you." Then—his grin returned. "Guess that doesn’t matter anymore."

And then he moved. Steel flashed low—aimed for her ribs. Okita twisted mid-air, his blade grazing her boot as she flipped over him. She landed smoothly, surged forward, and slashed. Her sword tore through his stomach—flesh and muscle splitting as blood sprayed across the dirt.

Saitou staggered back, a crimson stain blooming across his robes. He chuckled softly before dropping to one knee. "Hah… I think I've lost after all. You know, my style is actually unbearable…" Blood dripped from his lips as he grinned up at her. "...But only if my opponent is weaker than me."

"Oi! Don’t give me that smug crap! You’re a shitty liar!" Okita stomped up to him, jabbing a finger against his forehead. "You never meant to win. This wasn’t about fighting me at all… you just wanted to keep me here—to make sure I never reached Keisuke… didn’t you?" A bitter smile flickered across her lips before vanishing just as quickly. "You knew what it would do to me… fighting him again. So instead, you gave me no choice but to fight you."

"...Yeah. I did." Saitou exhaled through his nose—half a laugh, half a sigh. "I saw you, Okita… smiling like I’d never seen before. Not as the Shinsengumi’s strongest… not as a warrior bound by duty… but just as you."

"...So I figured—maybe I should protect that smile instead." He chuckled weakly, more blood spilling past his lips. "Hah… guess I was still just a stubborn man in the end." His gaze flickered back to her—tired but warm. "Sorry about all this, Okita."

And then—his body began to break apart. Wisps of light peeled away from him, scattering into the wind. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t resist it. Just closed his eyes and let it take him.

"...Dumbass," Okita murmured, sheathing her sword. "Sly little jerk right to the end…" She let out a slow breath before turning to Himiko and Master. "Well! That’s that!" A forced grin stretched across her face—too wide, too bright. "C’mon, we’ve got work to do!"

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Singularity. The Demon King’s Return.

Serizawa Kamo surveyed the battlefield like a king before his fallen subjects. Around him, the colossal forms of the Ominous Gods loomed—twisted wooden Nobbu effigies pulsing with malice. At his side, a towering Inugami, its body wreathed in darkness, snarled at the broken heroes.

"Hah… what a sight. All that effort. All that struggling. And for what?" Serizawa jabbed a thumb toward the monstrous deities behind him. "You lot really thought you had a chance? Against me? Against this?" His lip curled. "Idiots. Naïve. Weak. Too sentimental to do what needed to be done." He cracked his neck. "This place? This whole rotting world? It’s long past saving. The only way forward is through fire and blood—to burn it down and build something stronger in its place."

"And guess what?" He grinned—wide, cruel. "I’m gonna be the one standing on top when it’s all over."

"Tch… pathetic." Nobukatsu staggered forward, red eyes locked onto Serizawa like daggers. "You think you’re worthy of deciding that? Of making grand speeches about destroying the country—no—the world? You’re nothing but a miserable old fool who couldn’t accept reality!" His fists trembled at his sides. "I am sick of looking at your face! And I despise—DESPISE—that a disgusting worm like you was the one who killed my sister!" He spat onto the ground between them. "So I’m going to fix everything. I’m going to ruin your plans."

Serizawa snorted. "Big talk from a little boy hiding behind his dead sister’s shadow. Tell me—what exactly are you gonna do without her?"

Nobukatsu exhaled sharply—and raised his hand. "I don’t need to be without her." A pulse of power surged through him—the lingering strength of Nameless Tortoise’s sacrifice flaring bright as Nobukatsu summoned her back. And then—flames erupted from thin air, swirling into existence.

"Hahahaha! Did you miss me?!" Oda Nobunaga stepped forth from the inferno, crimson cloak billowing, black bodysuit gleaming beneath the firelight. Her red eyes burned with unholy delight as she summoned countless flintlocks around her—a storm of gunfire already loading itself in anticipation.

"How?! This—this should be impossible!" Serizawa stumbled back, eyes wide with shock. "I killed you myself! Your Saint Graph shouldn’t even exist here anymore!"

"Ahhh~ poor piggy," Nobbu tilted her head as if speaking to a child. "As long as my dear little brother wishes for my return—I will crawl out of hell as many times as it takes!" She spread her arms wide as flames crackled at her feet. "As long as he believes in my conquest—I will never fade away!"

Her grin sharpened as she leveled her gaze at Serizawa. "And you… you’re just another sore loser who couldn’t handle being forgotten by history. The people didn’t choose you. The world moved on without you. And instead of accepting it—you latched onto some half-baked revenge plot like a child throwing a tantrum! Pathetic."

"And worse than that?" She laughed again as gunpowder filled the air. "You handed your fate over to some gods hoping they’d do the work for you! What kind of self-respecting warlord does that?! Have you learned NOTHING from history?! If humanity has proven anything—it’s that we overthrow gods and carve our own damn path forward! THAT is why you’ll never win! THAT is why history left you behind! And now?" She extended an arm forward—the signal given. "Now I’ll leave YOU in ruins! FIRE!!"

A deafening volley erupted—all aimed at Inugami and the surrounding Ominous Gods. A rain of hellfire tore through their corrupted forms like paper—explosions ripping across the battlefield as gunfire drowned out all other sound. Serizawa cursed and retreated into the shadows—but not before locking eyes with Nobunaga one last time… and snarling in frustration.

Nobbu rested her long tachi against her shoulder, watching flames consume what remained of Inugami’s corpse. "...Welp! That’s another fiery resurrection under my belt!" She turned toward Himiko and Master with a shrug. "Honestly—I die so often in these events I might as well start selling tickets for my revivals! ‘Nobbu’s Grand Return: Now Showing!’ Ahahahaha!!"

Yamatai-koku Singularity. Cave of Eternal Darkness. The Abyss Where Hope Dies.

"This is where it ends." Kukochihiko’s voice slithered through the air. Shadows pulsed around the Master, writhing and curling like living things. "There is no salvation in this place. No dawn. No mercy. Soon, you will drown in despair. Soon, your existence will crumble." The abyss groaned—an endless void stretching in all directions, devouring light, swallowing sound. "And when you are gone… all the malice sealed within me will flood into the world above—drowning it in rage and ruin."

"Nope!" A bright voice cut through the suffocating dark like a blade of sunlight. "That’s where you’re wrong!"

Kukochihiko recoiled as light flared—small at first, then swelling outward, pushing back the shadows. "I-Impossible…! You—you are still alive?!" The glow took shape—a figure emerging from the abyss itself. "You should have drowned in despair long ago! You should have been devoured by my hate! How can you still stand?!"

"Easy—I wasn’t alone." Himiko smiled softly, pressing a hand to her heart. A shimmer of golden light coalesced beside her—a massive turtle formed from glowing particles. It lingered only for a moment before dissolving into the radiance surrounding her. "My brother was with me this whole time. He kept me safe until hope arrived." She turned toward the Master. "Until you arrived."

Kukochihiko trembled—the abyss itself quaking beneath his fury. "You knew…?! You knew my plan from the beginning?!"

"Haha~ yep! Saw it clear as day!" Himiko tapped her temple. "The world was doomed. Everything was gonna fall apart. But then—I looked ahead. I searched and searched for a future where we won. And guess what? I found one!" She spread her arms wide. "I saw that hope existed! That a hero would come from beyond time itself to stand against the darkness! So I waited—right under your nose. Because if there’s even a sliver of hope…" Her smile sharpened—fierce and unyielding. "Then I’ll jump straight into the mouth of the abyss to reach it!"

A second Himiko emerged—stepping out from behind the Master. Brown twintails swayed lazily as she stretched her arms behind her head. "Hehe~ looks like it’s time to bring everything together~"

The two Himikos locked eyes—and nodded in unison. A brilliant light engulfed them both—golden mirrors spinning into existence as their forms merged into one. White kimono fabric unfurled like wings, black-and-white square patterns flickering through the air as detached sleeves billowed outward. Her red crown shone with divine radiance—eyes turning molten gold as raw power surged through her being. Super Himiko had arrived.

"And now…" Himiko raised both hands. "O light that was dimmed for a fleeting moment… May you return to illuminate the travelers' path… And grant them enlightenment." One by one, stars ignited in the endless darkness—piercing through the abyss like beacons of hope. Kukochihiko's monstrous form twisted away from their glow as she continued:

"For even in the deepest abyss… there is always a glimmer of dawn. And for every shadow cast…" She stood tall—mirrors forming around her, countless reflections aligning into a single undeniable truth. She spun, arms raised high, welcoming the stars before ending her chant: "There will always be those who carry the sun within them! Seishin Katadoru Kyūenkyō!"

A final pulse—white rays burst forth—purifying the void, tearing through the blackened realm as Kukochihiko screamed while being banished from reality itself. The shadows howled—but they could not withstand eternity’s gaze. And then—darkness was gone. Super Himiko dusted off her sleeves and turned toward Master. "Hehe~ see? Told ya there was hope~!"

1st Ascension. Yamatai-koku Epilogue. Village at Dawn.

"Mmm… warm…" Himiko stirred, large breasts pressing against something firm and steady. Her brown twintails shifted as she nuzzled closer, short white tunic snug around her curvy body. "Haaa~n… comfy…" She yawned, stretching her arms lazily before blinking up at the Master’s face.

"Oh! Future-kun! You make a great pillow! Ne, ne~ wanna sleep together again? It’s real nice—warm and soft and—" A bright grin. Then, realization. "Ohhh wait. That sounded weird, huh?"

Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, turquoise magatama necklace cool against her skin. "Mmm~ guess it’s time to get movin’. But before that—thank you." Placing a hand over her heart, brown eyes glowed with quiet warmth. "For savin’ Yamatai. For givin’ us hope. And for lettin’ me stand by your side." She stretched again, thick thighs pressing together as she bounced to her feet.

"Now then! Let’s go say hi to everyone!"

"Mmm~ Okita-chan should be near the training grounds—probably yellin’ at someone or dramatically reflectin’ on the past~ tehehe~ Miss Majin’s likely nappin’ under a tree somewhere—lazy as ever! And Kagetora? Ooooh~ bet she’s pickin’ fights with villagers just for fun!" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Ooor we could check in on Nobbu! Y’know—make sure she hasn’t set anything on fire yet!"

"Oh oh oh! But we can’t forget the others!" She clapped her hands together. "Ryoma-san and Oryou-san are by the river—probably flirtin’ and stirrin’ up trouble~ Li Shuwen’s got himself a little spot near the outskirts—meditatin’, trainin’, bein’ all wise and mysterious! And Hijikata-san? Pfft—he’s already drinkin’. Bet on it."

She beamed at the Master, rocking on her heels. "Sooo~ where to first, Future-kun?"

Welcoming a Journey. The Tea House Beneath the Mountain.

Steam curled lazily from the teacup as Himiko set it down with both hands, her massive turquoise magatama necklace glinting in the warm light of the tea house. The wooden interior smelled of fresh herbs and roasted rice, the faint sound of wind chimes dancing in the breeze outside. "Hehe~ here ya go, Future-kun! Best tea in all of Yamatai—guaranteed!" She adjusted the white apron over her simple yellow hitoe, rocking on her heels. "Mmm~ or maybe second best? Third? Eeeeh, let’s just say it’s top five!"

She plopped down across from him, resting her chin on her palm, geta tapping idly against the wooden floor. "Y’know~ tea is kinda like prophecies!" A slow blink, brown eyes hazy with thought. "You wait and wait… let it steep real nice… and then bam! It’s either perfect or totally undrinkable!" She poured herself a cup. "Guess that means I gotta be careful with my fortunes too, huh?"

The wind shifted, rustling paper lanterns hanging from the eaves. Himiko sighed, stretching her arms above her head. "Haaa~n… mountain air, warm tea, good company… yep! This is peak happiness!" A lazy grin as she peeked at him over her cup. "Sooo~ wanna hear a fortune? Or just drink in peace? Either way—no refunds!"

Heroic Spirit Tour. Somerset Hospital. Cape Town, South Africa.

The salty breeze rolled in from Table Bay, sunlight bouncing off the weathered stone walls of Somerset Hospital. Himiko stretched high, orange hooded vest hanging open, revealing the white bikini top clinging to her large breasts.

"Haaa~n… this place is sooo different from Yamatai! No forests, no shrines—just biiig blue skies and a whole ocean right there!" She spun on her heels, short denim shorts hugging her round ass. "Tehehe~ Future-kun, d’ya think I could predict the tides? Like—‘Ohhh~ the waves will be super splashy today!’ Ooor would that just jinx it into a storm?"

She leaned against the railing, golden-brown eyes gleaming as she watched the crowd—tourists snapping photos, locals chatting beneath palm trees.

"Mmm~ so this is what history looks like when it sticks around!" A thoughtful hum. "Back home, all we got are ruins and stories… but here? The past and present all mix together! Like… like a stew! A big history stew!" She giggled, thick thighs pressing together as she kicked her boots against the stone floor. "Hehe~ wonder what my shrine would look like if it lasted this long? Would people still leave offerings? Or would it get turned into one of those souvenir shops sellin’ tiny Himiko keychains?"

A seagull landed nearby, eyeing her curiously. Himiko gasped.

"Ohhhh~ Future-kun! Look! A prophecy bird!" She crouched slightly, brown twintails swaying. "If it flies left—it means good luck! If it flies right—it means…"

The seagull screeched, snatched a piece of bread from someone’s hand, then took off without hesitation.

"...Uuuu~ okay, new rule: If it steals food first—it means nothing at all!" She pouted briefly—then grinned wide. "Welp! Guess that means I gotta make my own luck today!"