Ushiwakamaru

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. ServaFes.

Ushiwakamaru zipped across the sand, her black side ponytail fluttered when she stopped inches from the Master. "Aruji-dono! We’re here! We’re actually HERE! Ahahaha!" She waved wildly, causing perky breasts to jiggle in the blue bikini. "That giant metal bird-thing? Incredible! It flew so high! They called our seats 'economy'? Fufufu~ Clearly that means 'Exclusively Cool,' right?"

"Ah! Right! Sorry about the blindfold back there!" She scratched her cheek, blue eyes slightly sheepish beneath thick bun-brows. "Da Vinci-chan’s orders! Something about 'minimizing pre-landing panic'? Sounded silly! But I followed them! Mostly!" The knot holding the beach jacket occupied her fiddling fingers. "Anyway! No more blindfolds! Just sun, sea, and… uh… weird money?"

"Look!" She pulled out a handful of garish gold coins. "I exchanged our Q.P.! The stall lady gave me these 'Gil-bucks'! Are they edible?" With the shrug came a flex of her toned thighs. "But guess what else? I already scouted! My guidebook was RIGHT! There’s a volcano view, a hidden grotto… AND! And I saw a chicken! It beat up Blackbeard! Just bam! Kicked him! Ahahaha!" She bounced eagerly—blue panties squeezing her round ass. "So! Where first, Aruji-dono? Volcano? Chicken hunt? Tell me!"

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. Shelton Hotel.

"Aruji-dono!" The door banged open, Ushiwakamaru standing there, hands on hips, thick bun-brows narrowed, tied beach jacket rustling briefly. "Still staring at papers? Wah! It’s SUNNY outside! Sunny! You humans work yourselves to dust! Even strong lords like you can get… well… dusty if you don’t play!" Her black side ponytail swayed as she marched closer. "This isn’t Kurama Mountain training, it’s a vacation! V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N! For FUN!"

"So! Decision made! We’re going to the beach! Right now! Hora!" Untamed vigor marked the shift of her plump thighs as she leaned closer. "Think of it! Sand everywhere! Big waves! Maybe we can even race some dolphins? I bet I’m faster! Ahahaha!" Then, a shift of stance with joyful hop—her round ass gave a bounce within blue panties. "Come ooon, Aruji-dono! Your loyal Ushiwaka commands… I mean, requests playtime! Pretty please? With a severed head on top?"

"We’ll build the biggest sandcastle Luluhawa has ever seen! With a moat! And maybe tiny tengu guards I can carve!" Her chest puffed out, the blue bikini clinging to her perky breasts. "Then we can swim way out! See who can hold their breath longest! Ooh! Or! We can find that giant leaf I saw and ride it down the lava flow? It’ll be fine! Probably! Just hold on tight! Think of the speed! The thrill! The slight chance of immolation! Ahahaha!"

"A-ano…" She suddenly looked down, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Actually… it’s just… this place is huge and noisy… and it’s kinda boring when Aruji-dono isn’t around." She glanced up, puppy-dog blue eyes wide. "I… I missed you! A little! So… let’s ditch the work? Just for a bit? P-pretty please? I’ll be extra good! Promise!"

2nd Ascension. Luluhawa. Beach.

"Yahho~! Aruji-dono!" Ushiwakamaru bounded across the hot sand, executing a series of flashy flips before landing perfectly before Master. "See? See? Faster than a spooked tanuki! Ahahaha!" A playful leg swing showed off the brown strap circling her sleek thigh. "The sun feels SO good! Makes you wanna run and jump and maybe tackle a wave until it cries uncle! Wah!"

"Okay, okay, plan time!" She spun sharply on her toes, the split ponytail blurring in an energetic swish. "How about suikawari? You know, melon splitting! Blindfolded! We spin you round and round, then WHACK!" She mimed a brutal overhead chop—yanking her red bikini taut over firm breasts. "Just like aiming for Benkei’s big, shiny head! Splat! Heehee! Wouldn’t that be satisfying?"

"Or! We could play 'bury the friend'! We dig a super deep pit, pop someone in—just their head peeking out! Then we watch the tide come in! Teehee~ Suspenseful!" She crouched low, her round ass glimpsed beneath white panties. "Or maybe… synchronized rock skipping? We find really flat ones and see whose skips decapitate the most tiny crabs? No? Hmm. Tough crowd." The brown belt crossing her flawless midriff shifted as she straightened up.

"Are? Aruji-dono?" Her energetic grin faltered slightly as she peered at him, the black ribbon on her ankle catching the light. "You look… kinda… soggy? Like laundry left out in the rain?" She poked his shoulder gently. "Mouu~ Humans tire so easily! It’s almost adorable!" She flopped down onto the sand nearby, crossing her legs. "Okay, okay. You rest your fragile mortal form. Your loyal Ushiwaka will just… practice dashing super-fast right here! Back and forth! So you have something exciting to watch! Ehehe~ Don’t worry about me! Tengu energy never runs out!"

2nd Ascension. Luluhawa. Poolside.

Ushiwakamaru approached the Master by the shimmering pool. She sat down on the edge, dipping her feet, the cool water caught the black ribbon on her left ankle. "Nee, Aruji-dono… Am I… being too much? This summer?" White panties stretched over her round ass as she hugged her knees. "All the running and shouting… is it… irritating?"

A slight breeze caught the split ponytail, making it whisper against her bare shoulder. "I know I get excited! Like, really excited! Maybe… maybe too much for a proper Servant? Someone implied… that maybe I'm just a noisy brat who doesn't know when to calm down. Fuaa~…" She traced idle patterns on the wet tile beside her. "Is… is my energy just… exhausting for you?"

"A-and… ano…" She shifted uncomfortably, turning her gaze away towards the far end of the pool. "This… outfit." A vague wave towards her red bikini, which struggled slightly against her perky breasts. "Is it… alright? On me? I know… well, some Servants are very… womanly? Curvy? And I’m just… me. A bit tengu-shaped, maybe? All sharp angles and not enough… softness?" She pulled her knees tighter, the brown strap digging into her toned thigh. "Do… do you find me… okay to look at, Aruji-dono? Aesthetically pleasing… even a little?"

"Moou… I know it’s silly to ask!" She finally risked a glance back. "But… sometimes… you hear things. People say things. And… well, your opinion is the most important one, Aruji-dono! It’s the only one that really counts!" Her fingers brushed absently against the brown belt crossing her midriff. "So… if you think I’m not too annoying… and maybe… kinda cute… then maybe… maybe it’s okay? Ehehe… Haah… Sorry for being weird…"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Mountain Hike!

"Wah! You really want to come, Aruji-dono?! To the mountains? With me?" One leap brings Ushiwakamaru nose-to-nose with Master—a puppy-like joy in her blue eyes. "Yosh! Ahahaha! This is GREAT! Don’t worry about a thing! Your Ushiwaka knows these trails like a monkey knows trees! I can leap ravines like a startled deer and sniff out water like a thirsty boar! You’ll be perfectly safe!" Her black bolero shifts as she tilts her nose up.

"Following weird energy signatures? That’s the easy part! My tengu senses are tingling!" Her finger taps the red tengu mask on the side of her head. "But… ah… figuring out if the weirdness is bad weirdness or just… mountain weirdness? Fufufu~ That’s the tricky bit!" A haughty flick of her black side ponytail.

Then, Ushiwakamaru stretches lazily, arching her back—causing the red swimsuit to strain against her perky breasts. "Back on Kurama, you tripped over gods sleeping under bushes! So, my 'normal' meter might be a little… off-kilter? What looks like a dangerous ritual might just be Tuesday for some local spirit! Hmmm…"

"But still! Investigation! Scouting! Very important Servant duties!" She hops onto a nearby boulder, crossing her legs and flexing her toned thighs. "And hey! While we’re up here, exploring the wilderness and stuff…" Fidgeting while sitting, her round ass pressing against the rock. "Maybe we could… find a really nice spot? With a view? Just to… catch our breath? And maybe… share some dango I totally didn’t steal from the hotel kitchen? Ehehe~"

"O-or! We could look for weird flowers! Or try to talk to birds! Animal Communication D isn’t just for show, you know! Just… you know… mountain stuff! Together! It’ll be way more fun than me just running around alone, right? Right!" With a smirk beneath her thick bun-brows, she hops back down. "Saa! Let’s go! Adventure awaits!"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Mountains. Tengu's Plaything.

"Eeeeh?! Aruji-dono, what are you SAYING?!" Ushiwakamaru recoiled, hands fussing with her black side ponytail. "Treat you… like the others? Like—like a human?" Sunlight dappled through leaves, glinted off the red tengu mask perched by her temple. "B-but that’s—no way! Aruji-dono is special! Fragile! Important! My games... they’re not for esteemed Masters! What if you got scraped? Or scared?! Or—or cried?! Wahhh... your poor Ushiwaka wouldn’t survive it!" The red swimsuit hugged her perky breasts while she hugged herself, exhaling the fresh mountain air.

"It’s simply not right! I’m your Servant! My duty is to protect and serve—not dangle you off a cliff just to hear you squeak!" She paced back and forth—red ribbons on her black sandals brushing the grass. "Humans need gentle handling! Like… like newborn puppies, okay?! You can’t just toss them around like beach balls—they might break!" Her black bolero rustles lightly as she points at him. "Are you absolutely, positively, cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die sure about this, Aruji-dono? Because I really don’t think—mmnnh—"

She stopped, with a flex of her toned thighs and a defeated heavy sigh. "Haaaah… But… if you really want this… if you’re actually asking to see that side of me…" Then she leaned against the nearest tree and jutted out her cheeky round ass. "Oya-oya~ Honestly… it’s kind of flattering. That Aruji-dono would be curious about his naughty little tengu~"

Pushing off the trunk, Ushiwakamaru turned to Master, a playful grin spreading across her face—the kind unwelcome in a dark forest. "Alright… human. you asked for it—you asked for it! Let’s see if you can really handle a proper tengu game~ Teheee~" Her blue eyes sparkled faintly in the dimness beneath thick bun-brows. "Mmmmmm… humans are sooo easy to trick—so squishy and gullible~ One moment you’re spinning like a top—and the next? Splash! Right in the mud! Fufufu~!"

Rising onto tiptoes and arching back, she turned to scan the mountains—a pose teasing the eye with sideboob. "Or maaaaybe... I tie you to a tree with some nice, sturdy vines~ Leave you there, all alone... 'admiring the view'—until I maybe decide to come back. Ahaha~ doesn’t that sound fun?"

Without warning, she snapped into a standing split. Her smooth leg stretched skyward, pointed nearly vertical beside her head. Below, the taut line of the high-leg cut dug sharply into her crotch. "Hooo~ or maybe we play tag instead! You run till you're breathless—and when you trip... well..." giggle "...I pounce! Let’s test how durable Aruji-dono really is!"

"Alright then! Game on!" She droped from the split and stepped closer to the Master. "I’ll throw everything at you—every tengu trick I’ve got! Pitfalls, pranks… maybe a teensy bit of humiliation~" She lightly tapped his chin. "If you break—if you beg your adorable little Ushiwaka to stop—then for the rest of the day…" tap "…you’re mine. Saa~ Will you accept it? Or are you scared already, my dear foolish Aruji-dono?"

1st Ascension. ServaFes. Jalter. Gespenst Ketzer. Deep Artistic Misunderstandings.

The air in the Gespenst Ketzer booth hung thick with the smell of ink, ozone, and Jalter’s rage. Pages were scattered everywhere. Ushiwakamaru bounced over, peering over Jalter’s shoulder at a dark, brooding character sketch.

"Wah! Jalter-dono, this guy is INCREDIBLE!" Ushi chirped, blue eyes sparkling. Her yellow beach jacket rustled as she leaned closer. "Look at that scowl! He looks like he just finished gargling nails and is deciding whose spleen to floss with next! Is his finishing move called 'Existential Gut Punch'? Ahahaha!" Her long black side ponytail swayed with her excitement.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU BABBLING ABOUT, YOU HEADPATTING FREAK?!" Jalter slammed her pencil down, messy white hair practically vibrating. "He's an ANTI-HERO! He walks the razor's edge! Torn between the abyss and... slightly less abyssal abyss! Verdammnis! It's about inner turmoil, you goddamn golden retriever!" Jalter's flame-print bikini strained against her ample breasts.

"Ooooh! Inner turmoil!" Ushi nodded sagely, tapping her chin. "Like, he really wants to kick puppies, but he also feels bad because maybe one of them reminds him of his tragic childhood hamster? So he compromises by only punting them gently? WOW!" Her blue panties clinging to her round ass as she gestured. "That's SO complex! Like choosing whether to stab someone in the front or the back! What noble suffering! You're a genius, Jalter-dono!"

"THAT'S NOT—! I—! HE DOESN'T PUNT PUPPIES, YOU MORON!" Jalter sputtered, face flushing bright red under her pale skin. She tugged furiously at the collar of her black jacket. "He... uh... yes! The puppy-kicking dilemma! Schwarze Seele! It's... a metaphor! For... the crushing weight of morality! Or something! S-shut up! You... you got it! Okay?! You understand the deep philosophical core! Now get the hell away from me before I set your stupid ponytail on fire!"

1st Ascension. ServaFes. Osakabehime. Gespenst Ketzer. A Sage Descends (Into Panic).

Osakabehime’s corner of the booth was a disaster zone – stacks of manga, empty chip bags littered the floor near a furiously humming laptop displaying some kind of hentai. Ushiwakamaru approached with the reverence usually reserved for ancient shrines.

"O Great Batty-dono!" Ushi bowed low, her yellow beach jacket slipping slightly off one shoulder. "Your Ushiwakamaru offers her deepest arigathanks for gracing our humble circle with your divine presence! To leave your sacred mountain retreat—this Fortress of Solitude—for us mere mortals…" Her perky breasts gave a bounce within the blue bikini as she gestured respectfully towards the messy corner.

"Hmph! 'Bout time someone recognized my god-tier skills!" Okki preened from her nest of cushions, pushing up red glasses. Her pink hoodie was slightly askew. "Maji~ I had to pause my ultra-rare event grind for this! Usually, I only descend from my Otaku Olympus for collabs blessed by the Gacha Gods themselves! But Ma-chan needed backup, and you lot are drawing like... like total normies! It physically pains my fujoshi soul!" She shuddered, clutching a dakimakura while her huge breasts swelled under her white shirt.

"Ah! I see!" Ushi nodded, understanding dawning in her blue eyes. "This... amateurish scribbling!" She pointed towards Jalter's intense sketches. "This blatant disregard for established 'waifu' aesthetics and proper 'moe' proportions by that... beginner... it must deeply offend your refined artistic soul, Great Sage!" Her blue panties stretched over her round ass as she leaned forward. "Say the word, Batty-dono, and I shall remove the source of your displeasure! A clean cut! Jalter-dono's head, presented on a platter as tribute?"

"MAJIWHAAAAAAAAT?! HER HEAD?! NONONONO YAMEROOOO!" Okki shrieked, scrambling backwards and nearly disappearing behind a manga tower. "Muri! Impossible! Yamete kudastop with the decapitation talk! Gomenasorry!" She peeked out, eyes wide with terror. "J-Jalter-chan's art is... uh... SUGOI! Yeah! Super 'kakkoii'! It has this... raw, untamed 'chuuni' energy! Very punk rock! She's got talent! Loads of it! Like, SSR-level potential! Just needs a senpai's gentle guidance, you know? Like me! Ehehe..." She gave a shaky thumbs-up.

"Ooh! So you wish to nurture the fledgling artist! Guiding her through the harsh 'sekai' of doujinshi creation!" Ushi beamed, completely convinced. "How incredibly noble of you, Batty-dono! Your wisdom knows no bounds!"

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. Beach. Hokusai. “I Grew Up On You, And Now I Want To Climb You.”

The Luluhawa sun beat down on the sand where Hokusai (Oei) practically vibrated with excitement, Toto-sama bobbing silently beside her.

"USHIKAWAMARU-SAMA!" Oei bowed deeply, her curvaceous body shifting in the black kimono. "It’s really you! Ohmigod—Yoshitsune in the flesh! I grew up on your stories! The leap at Dannoura! That time you totally wrecked Benkei! I used to draw you fighting oni all over my notebooks! And I’d swing a broom like it was Usumidori!"

"Pii!" Toto-sama added silently.

"Hehe~ So I ended up inspiring someone?" Ushiwakamaru beamed, puffing out her chest—blue bikini clinging to her perky breasts. "I guess those old war tales still have some spark after all…" She struck a dynamic pose, yellow beach jacket fluttering. "Here—this is part of the 'Eight Boat Leap'. You gotta open your hips nice and wide… keep your core tight… feel it build up right here, in the lower belly."

"Open hips… wide stance… core tight—yes! Yes!! Such… precise body control! That’s important for… for fluid movement through tight spaces!" Oei's cheeks flush bright red as she speaks. "I-I mean—for battle! Combat! Definitely not for pinning someone against a wall and grinding until—NO! I mean evasion! Evasion techniques!!" Her eyes fix hypnotically on Ushi's slender body. "A-and the way your ass flexes when you twist like that—fuck, it’s like a sculpture of lust—I MEAN WAR! FOR WAR!"

"Pii-Pii~!" Toto-sama bobbed emphatically, tentacles twitching.

"Are? Hokusai-dono? Your face is all red!" Ushi tilted her head, thick bun-brows knitting in concern. "You’re not overheating already, are you? We haven’t even started sparring yet!" She stepped closer. "Maybe I should take off my jacket… or better yet—wave it at you until you cool down! Want me to fan you nice and slow~?"

"Y-y-y-you’re gonna strip?! YES!! Wait—NO!! Wait—YES!! For ART!!" Oei yelped, jumping back slightly, nearly tripping over Toto-sama. "Every inch of you is like… like a living reference sheet! Shoulders, hips, that perfect… line down your spine… Fuuuck, I wanna bite you—I mean draw you! DRAW YOU!! With brushes! And ink!"

"PIIII!" Toto-sama squeaked in frantic agreement.

"Huh?! You really want me to take it all off?" Ushi blinked, confused but flattered. "…Ohhh—because of anatomy stuff! Got it!" She grinned, starting to untie the knot beneath her bust—blue panties hugging her round ass tightly. "Jacket first, though. Full nudity comes after tea and dango!"

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. Ibaraki. Beach. Oni Kidnapping 101.

Ibaraki stomped circles in the sand, tiny fists clenched, red feet kicking up spray. "THAT BB! THAT... THAT BUBBLE-BRAIN BAKA!" Her yellow twintails bounced violently. "Gave me this swimsuit, bribed me with candy... THEN! She whispered weird stuff while I was drawing! 'A little more oomph here, Ibaraki-chan~ Really fill it out!' Next thing I know, I drew myself with... with melon-sized boobies! AWAWAWA! It's so embarrassing! Oni don't need giant balloons like that!" Her white one-piece swimsuit lay flat against her chest.

"Wah! BB-chan tricked you too, Ibaraki-dono?!" Ushiwakamaru gasped, eyes wide beneath thick bun-brows. Her blue bikini top shifted with her indignation. "She told me Aruji-dono secretly liked being dominated! Like some weird game! Said it would make him happy!" She gestured wildly, yellow beach jacket flapping. "But when I tied him up, he just sighed and looked tired! And Mash-dono gave me that disapproving stare! Mortifying!"

"Huh? Tied him up? That sounds complicated!" Ibaraki paused her stomping, tilting her horned head. "Pfft! Too much work!" She puffed out her chest proudly. "When I want Master to play, I just grab him! Yoink! Drag him off somewhere fun! He goes all stiff! Makes funny squeaky noises! He can barely stand 'cause he's so overwhelmed by my awesome Oni presence! GYAAHAHAHA!"

"He... SQUEAKS?!" Ushiwakamaru's jaw dropped. Her blue panties hugged her round ass as she leaned forward eagerly. "You just grab him and he plays along immediately?! Ibaraki-dono! Your methods are amazing! So direct! Please! Teach me your ultimate Master-wrangling ways! I gotta learn how to get his full attention like that!"

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. Medb. Boardwalk Bitchfest.

Medb stretched languidly on the boardwalk railing, basking in the post-photoshoot glow. Ushiwakamaru marched up, fists clenched, yellow beach jacket flapping furiously.

"You—! You think you're so great, don't you?!" Ushi spat, blue eyes blazing beneath thick bun-brows. "Prancing around, flashing your… assets! Expecting everyone to grovel just 'cause you've got big boobs and legs?! It's disgusting!"

"Disgusting?" Medb drawled, examining her nails with feigned boredom. Her white bikini top showcased her ample cleavage. "Darling, it's effective. Why struggle like a frantic puppy when you can conquer with a wink and a sway of the hips?" She smirked, deliberately crossing her legs to emphasize her thick thighs. "Unlike some people who rely on brute force because they lack... finesse. And basic social skills. And a decent chest, apparently."

"W-what?! You—! I oughta—! Aruji-dono, can I just cut her head off?! Please?! Just one quick slice!" Ushi practically vibrated with rage, her hand instinctively reaching for where her sword would be. The blue panties stretched over her round ass as she shifted aggressively.

"Oh, how predictable," Medb sighed dramatically. "Violence. The last resort of the simple-minded." She stood up, towering slightly over Ushi. "Go on, little tengu. Touch me. Get yourself disqualified. Have my legions of adoring fans make your precious Master's life a living hell. See how far your decapitation threats get you then, you flat-chested, socially inept mutt."

1st Ascension. Luluhawa. Medb. Caught Red-Handed (And Now Indebted).

Click. The sound echoed slightly on the relatively empty stretch of beach. Medb, who had been posing dramatically against a palm tree, whipped her head around, pastel pink hair flying. Her eyes instantly locked onto Ushiwakamaru, who was trying (and failing) to hide a camera behind her back.

"Well, well, well," Medb purred, sauntering over, hips swaying provocatively in her white bikini. "What have we here? Little tengu playing paparazzo? Trying to get some sneaky shots of perfection?" She leaned down, invading Ushi's personal space. "Planning to print them out? Hang them above your bed? Maybe... lick them when nobody's looking, you repressed little pervert?"

"W-wah! N-no! It's not like that!" Ushi stammered, frantically trying to hide the camera behind her yellow beach jacket. "I was photographing... that crab! Yes! A very photogenic crab! You just... walked into the frame! Coincidence!" Her blue panties seemed to ride up slightly as she shifted nervously.

Medb snorted, tapping a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. "A crab. Uh-huh. Funny, it looked an awful lot like you were zooming in on my magnificent thighs." She smirked. "Come on, puppy. Spit it out before I assume you were gathering material for some truly degenerate fanfiction."

"Okay! Okay! Fine!" Ushi blurted out, looking miserable. Her blue bikini top heaved with a sigh. "Jalter-dono needs... reference photos! For drawing! Of a... specific body type! A-and you were the closest match! Please, Medb-dono, just let us take a few proper pictures! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Medb's eyes gleamed with predatory delight. She circled Ushi slowly, assessing her like prey. "Hmm... 'Anything' is a very dangerous word to use with me, little dog." She stopped directly in front of Ushi. "Alright. You can photograph this divine body. On one condition." She poked Ushi's chest lightly. "For the rest of today... you are my servant. My errand girl. My footstool, if I feel like it. You do exactly what I say, when I say it, no complaints. Deal?"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Medb. The Victor's Spoils (Are Weirder Than Expected)

The beach volleyball net sagged defeatedly. Sandwiches lay half-eaten, casualties of the intense (and bafflingly high-stakes) match. Medb stood amidst the wreckage, fuming, her pastel pink hair slightly askew, while Ushiwakamaru did a victory dance that involved way too many spins.

"Unbelievable!" Medb stamped her foot, sending sand flying—white bikini hugging her voluptuous body. "This entire tournament was fixed! That old fossil Moriarty probably hypnotized the seagulls to poop directly into my eyes during serves! And Cú Chulainn! Claiming he had an 'emergency craft fair deadline' to whittle fifty miniature wicker Gae Bolgs! The nerve! He owes me at least three chariot rides for this betrayal!"

"Wahahaha! Excuses, excuses!" Ushi crowed, striking a heroic pose—black bolero flapping lightly. "Face it, Queenie! Without rigged rules and an army of drooling simps, you fold faster than Osakabehime's laundry pile!" She pointed, the red tengu mask adding to the effect. "And don't forget our bet! The winner gets to order the loser around! Prepare for ULTIMATE HUMILIATION!"

"Hmph! As if a little tengu brat could devise anything truly humiliating for ME," Medb scoffed, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts. "What pathetic demand will you make? Ask me to fetch you juice? Polish your sandals?"

"Worse!" Ushi declared, blue eyes sparkling with mischievous glee. "For your first punishment… you must… stand on one leg… pat your head while rubbing your tummy… AND sing the Chaldea cleaning crew's sea shanty! Backwards! While hopping! GO!" Her round ass jiggled slightly in red swimsuit.

Medb blinked. Then blinked again. "...Pat my head? Rub my... tummy?" A sly smirk spread across her face. "Ara ara, Ushiwakamaru-chan... Are you asking me to perform a mating ritual? Displaying my dexterity and... core strength... while vocalizing primal sounds? Is this some ancient tengu courtship display you want me to enact for your... viewing pleasure?" She leaned forward, her thick thighs catching the light. "How bold~ Are you trying to seduce me now that you've beaten me?"

"W-W-WHAAAAAT?!" Ushiwakamaru recoiled as if struck by lightning, face bright red. "NO! MATING RITUAL?! IT'S JUST A SILLY GAME! LIKE PATTING A DOG! A STUPID, ANNOYING DOG! WAHHH! STOP MAKING IT WEIRD!" She pointed frantically, almost tripping over her own feet. "COMMAND NUMBER ONE! STOP BEING A PERVERT! RIGHT NOW! NO MORE LEWDNESS! ZERO! ZIP! NADA!"

Medb froze mid-pose, her jaw dropping slightly. "Stop... being... lewd?" She clutched her chest, genuinely horrified. "But... that's my entire brand! My raison d'être! My... everything! Asking me not to be lewd is like asking BB not to troll! It's... it's... GENOCIDE OF PERSONALITY!" She gasped. "You... you MONSTER! This is far crueler than any physical torment!"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. BB. Helpful 'Kouhai' Advice.

The air buzzed with beach sounds – laughter, splashes, seagulls squawking! Bright umbrellas dotted the sand under a blazing blue sky. Ushiwakamaru, lost in thought by the turquoise water, didn't notice the approach until the sweet voice dripped poison – er, concern – right beside her.

BB skipped over, swaying her wide hips, black shorts clinging to her big butt—purple thongs daringly peeking out. "Uuuushi-chaaan~! What’s got my favorite tengu looking so glum? Did a wave steal your dango?" She tilted her head, long purple hair swaying. "Or is it… Senpai trouble? Mmm~? He’s not giving his loyal doggy enough attention, is he?"

Ushiwakamaru looked up, fiddling with the red tengu mask beside her head. "Ah! BB-chan! H-hai… Aruji-dono is just… always working! Or talking to other Servants!" She slumped slightly, red swimsuit hugging her perky breasts and round ass. "I just… I wanna play with him! All the time! Is it bad to want headpats every day? Moou…"

"Of course not, silly!" BB patted Ushi’s shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially—black bikini straining against her huge breasts. "Senpai just… needs a little push! See, he secretly adores girls who take control! Girls who know what they want and aren’t afraid to demand it! Tehee~" BB winked, tapping her own tanned chest. "Like… a strong, wild tengu princess perhaps?"

"You’ve got that amazing energy, Ushi-chan! That playful dominance!" BB gestured emphatically. "You just need to unleash it on him! Don’t ask for attention—take it! Sweep him off his feet! Tie him up playfully! Make him YOURS!" Her purple eyes gleamed. "Think how happy he’ll be when you finally show him who’s boss! I can totally help you plan the perfect 'surprise attack'!"

"Wah! Really?! Aruji-dono likes… being dominated?!" Ushiwakamaru’s blue eyes went wide. She straightened up, her black bolero settling over her shoulders. "BB-chan, you’re amazing! The best Kouhai ever! I knew I could rely on you!" She turned towards where the Master stood in the distance. "Yosh! Okay! What’s the plan, BB-chan? Tell me! Tell me!"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Kichi Hogen. Reunion With A Dear Teacher (And Impending Doom)

Deep within Luluhawa’s lush mountains, an impossible structure stood: a weathered Japanese temple, misplaced and ancient. Moss crawled over worn tengu carvings on the gate, the air strangely still around it. Ushiwakamaru stared, her red tengu mask catching a stray sunbeam.

"Oya? A temple? Here?" She stepped closer, tracing a faded carving with a fingertip. "But this architecture… those symbols… it feels like… Kurama…" Her black side ponytail swayed as she looked around, bun-brows furrowed. "It’s almost like… home? But how…?"

"Kanra kara kara~!" A laugh echoed from the temple shadows. Kichi Hogen emerged, gliding forward, her white hair framing pointed ears and orange eyes. "Sharp as ever, Shana-ō. I see my lessons weren’t entirely wasted on that thick skull of yours. Recognizing the work of your betters." Her white waist cape fluttered slightly.

"Though," She crossed her arms—tight red-and-black bodysuit hugging her voluptuous body, revealing flawless skin through its daring cutouts. "that insight didn’t stop you from charming my daughter, stealing sacred arts, and running off to die pointlessly in human squabbles, did it?"

"HIIIIII!" Ushiwakamaru yelped, instantly scrambling behind the Master, her perky breasts pressing against his back. "N-no! Master Kichi! You’re mistaken! It wasn’t me!" Trembling slightly, her round ass flexing within the red swimsuit. "It was… uh… a very convincing tanuki! Yes! A master of disguise! It framed me!"

"A tanuki, you say?" Kichi tilted her head, unnervingly calm. "How fascinating. Did this tanuki also happen to perfectly mimic your rather unique sword style when it fled?" She tapped a finger clad in a short black glove against her chin. "No, Shana-ō. The time for punishment is long overdue."

"B-but I died!" Ushi squeaked, peeking around the Master’s shoulder, her blue eyes wide with panic. "I’m a Heroic Spirit! Double jeopardy! You can’t punish a ghost for things she did when she was alive! That’s… uh… inter-era-legal… stuff! Yeah!" Her black bolero rustled with her frantic shifting.

"Oh?" Kichi’s smile widened, showing a hint of fang. "On the contrary, my dear Shana-ō. Being a spirit merely means I have eternity to devise the perfect correction." She took a step closer, her gaze flicking to the Master. "But first… who is this little chick you’re hiding behind? Introduce me."

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Kichi Hogen. Tengu Justice, Tengu Tease.

Golden hour bathed the mountain temple terrace in warm light, the air crisp and smelling of pine. Kichi Hogen sat sinfully close to the Master on a wooden bench, the polished surface reflecting the late sun.

"Ara-ara~ So shy," Kichi murmured, her orange eyes locking onto his. Her long white glove rested casually near his knee. "You flinch every time I lean in… yet you haven’t moved away once. Delicious." She shifted slightly, the tight red-and-black bodysuit outlining her slim waist and voluptuous bust. "That hesitation… that delicious mix of fear and curiosity… it’s so much more interesting than fake bravado. I wonder… would your breath hitch if I whispered something truly wicked in your ear? Perhaps about what I'd like to teach you?"

"Uuuuuugh!! Aruji-dono!! D-don’t listen to her!!" Ushiwakamaru was contorted into a painful stretch on a nearby stone slab, sweat dripping onto her red swimsuit. "This isn’t training! This is torture! My hips weren’t meant to bend like this! It feels like my leg is going to snap! Why is this even part of my punishment?! A-and why are you FLIRTING with my MASTER while I’m suffering?!" Her round ass was awkwardly angled towards the sky.

"Why?" Kichi didn't even glance at her student, her white hair brushing the Master's shoulder. "Because it builds character, Shana-ō. And frankly, your whining is amusing. As for the flirting… well. You seduced my daughter under my nose with your clumsy charm… now I simply return the favor." She smirked, her pointed ear twitching slightly. "It’s only fair I make your Aruji-dono mine~ Don’t worry—he’ll be a proper tengu wife before sunset."

"NOOOO!! THAT’S NOT EVEN HOW THAT WORKS!! YOU CAN'T JUST DECLARE HIM A WIFE! WAHHH!" Ushiwakamaru flailed, almost losing her balance, her black bolero slipping off one shoulder.

"Hmm~ let’s see..." Kichi tapped a finger against her chin. "Shana-ō still needs to scrub every single tile in the meditation pond with a toothbrush... collect ten impossibly rare glowing mushrooms from those cursed cliff ledges... and perform the thousand-step apology kata perfectly without falling over once. Fufu~ Think you can finish all that before I claim his lips~?"

3rd Ascension. Luluhawa. Kichi Hogen. Sunset Musings (and a Warning)

Sunset painted the sky orange and purple, casting long shadows across the temple terrace. Kichi Hogen sat serenely, Ushiwakamaru asleep with her head resting on Kichi's lap. Kichi gently stroked Ushi’s long black hair—fingers moving through the dark strands.

"She always burned so bright, my Shana-ō," Kichi murmured, looking down at her student, a force of nature barely contained in human form. The tight red-and-black bodysuit stressed over her ample breasts as she leaned slightly. "Teaching her human restraint… empathy… it was like trying to teach a hawk not to dive. Especially when I, myself, barely grasp such fleeting mortal concepts."

"I saw the obsession early on," she continued, her hand pausing on Ushi's head. Her pointed ears twitched almost imperceptibly. "The way she’d latch onto one idea, one person… ignoring everything else. That kind of singular focus, it blinded her to anything else, made her vulnerable in ways she couldn't see. That blind adoration for a brother she’d never met… Hmph." Kichi shifted, her white waist cape rustling softly. "After what he did… let’s just say I entertained certain… retaliatory thoughts regarding Lord Yoritomo. Briefly, yes. Though disposing of troublesome humans is rarely worth the effort in the long run."

"But you…" Kichi looked up, meeting the Master’s eyes directly. Her orange gaze was unnervingly steady. "You’ve tempered her somehow. Channeled that wild energy without breaking her spirit. You seem to ground her chaotic soul, offer a focus that isn't self-destructive. It's... fascinating. She laughs more freely now. It’s… good to see." She straightened her posture slightly, one leg tucked beneath her. "As her teacher, I formally request this: take care of my Shana-ō. She deserves some peace, even if she doesn't know how to seek it herself."

She offered a rare, almost neutral expression. Then, she grabbed the Master’s shoulder—her short black glove digging into the fabric. "But know this, little human. If you ever hurt her… intentionally or through carelessness… I have a very lovely shovel, and these mountains have very deep ravines. Understand? Good. I'd hate to have to demonstrate."