Welcome to Gensokyo

This evening, I leave the study room of my commune, then head for the house.  The lane is not very safe, however, so I wait for the light to be red to cross, even if some cars do not respect the rules.

"Fiou! Everything is going well overall. "

Once in a safe place, I put on my headphones and then listen to music on youtube, more precisely, a video on a compilation of my favourite trainer: Sacha Ketchum.

By the way, my full name is Koado Willy.  I am twenty-two years old, and I finished my internship two weeks ago.  When I'm bored, I write stories on an app called wattpad.  I like to read, write, and create new worlds.  What I hate remains the lie, the deception, the deprivation of freedom.  I sometimes stamp my foot, moreover, snapping my fingers;  this chance reminds me that I must not give up no matter the cost.  Otherwise, we get what we want.  Also, it comes with patience and willpower.

Arrived at the bridge, I continued while entering my host village: Noumao it is called;  a nice quiet spot when you don't come across degenerates.  Still walking sideways, I ponder what I'm going to write to traumatize readers until I focus on the road, the closer I get to home.  Arrived in my common courtyard, where I live, I greet my mother, then my nephews and niece, directing me towards the room, to relax.  I watch youtube videos of what I'm writing right now, as well as analysis of writings and things I like.  It will always be useful for my future stories.

Six p.m

I now take a shower and then eat, after getting dressed, before working until eight o'clock.

Now is the time to sleep.

I turn off my phone after I unplug it, like this might be the last time I use it.  And it becomes truer when I close my eyes.

I wake up with a start, but something is wrong;  I feel lighter than usual.  In addition, I no longer find myself at home, but in a dark find.  Dad... Mum... My brothers and sisters... nephews and nieces... Where are you?  Does... Answer!  No, calm down!  Maybe I'm alive having a nightmare.

No, I hide my face.

How do I normally wake up?  I know how to lucid dream since I know Moah.  Come to think of it, I don't see her now.

Moah unwittingly caused my death.

"Moah! Moah! Where are you? We have a discussion to resume!"

I recognize these themes.  For some mysterious reason, she has several in one.  That's when she shows herself to me.  She wears a white top under her tan underbody, has black and red yellow hair, dark skin, blue eyes, and a small mouth.

"Hello Willy... Well, you see.... How are you feeling? No bad answer... Look, you're in a dangerous place, and I want to take you somewhere. "

Why do you seem tense?  Is it because you're hiding something?  How you just killed me!

"Hey! What's up? I don't recognize you! You usually seem more confident, so pull yourself together!"

Her eyes shed tears, which she wipes away with the back of her hand.  Her hands are shaking as she looks away.

At least you regret, that's already it.  Frankly, it was not necessary to take away my life if that is the case.  To say that she locked me alive in a coffin in my dream.  Except unlike the other times, his joke went too far.

Moah replies, regaining her composure:

"Well, I have two pieces of news: The first is that...you died in your sleep at dawn at dawn. But the good news is that there is a particular place where you could live the rest of your missing days."

"What are you telling me? Where is this place?

"I know Willy…well, not sure you should call yourself that now. Come on, don't worry! I want you to trust me."

I take his hand and then nod, giving him a comforting smile;  to which she whispers:

"You are far too kind for this world..."

I just hope for you that you're not going to lead me into a trap.  Besides, I can't find any place or viable solution for the moment.

Suddenly, a light flashes, and then a very old door appears.  This one opens to the point of letting the light through.  Moah explains to me:

"That light is Gensokyo itself. It's a land where humans, yokai, and other creatures or beings live in a precarious balance. One of the three sages will lead you to Hakurei Temple. Oh, and one last thing: tell her she's 17 if she asks you a question related to her age."

"His age? But yokai don't normally have it! It's counted in years of existence. Okay, I'm still going to try your trick. Once there, I intend to return home thanks to a new plan."

"If you come..."

I walk through the door, greet her like a friend, then step forward into this world of fantasy.  Once there, I look around me to see if I am being followed.  Suddenly, a gap appears, containing many red eyes staring at me with interest.  I don't understand why, so I run in the opposite direction, seeing a huge village and a wooden gate and a fence.  Alas, my slowness causes my capture as well as my future imprisonment.  Finally, an ominous voice smiled before wishing me

"Welcome to Gensokyo!"

My body encounters the hard ground;  my limbs do not seem the most scratched.  What am I doing in this story of fiery stupidity?  My eyes then rest on a destroyed temple, to the very foundations of the latter, squinting in the face of this sad spectacle.  A kind of red pants and a white kimono attracts - that said - my attention.  Also, she looks rather young as well as quite beautiful with that long purple hair.  I then stand upright when she approaches.  Immediately, I see five talismans darken on me. In addition, this crazy young girl frowns.  I extend my right hand towards them when a pink aura runs through me, will settle on his left shoulder, and take the form of a pink lotus.  My eyes light up, and then everything goes black, and then information comes to me so naturally.

Hakurei Reimu

Paradise Shaman

Species

human

Abilities

- Aura Manipulation

- Hakurei Shrine Shaman Powers

Everything is going as planned.

I stand still - much to his surprise - cashing in his carefree talismans.  Her eyes widen, just long enough for my feet to take me far enough from her, for my fist to lodge in her stomach so that her body is propelled to the wreckage there.  My smile widens as I feel the edge of the pink aura return to me.  An idea then germinated in my mind:

"What if I test my new abilities?"

First of all, I manipulate my aura, giving it the shape of an octopus, then proceed to increase its density and this until the surface of the Hakurei temple.  Then, for everything covered with it, pink lotuses grow all over it.

"And now, I will create a brand new temple! Then, I will ask to go home. Power of the Shaman Hakurei!"

I fold my hands, succeeding in using the gifts of the kami of this land.  Thus, in a fraction of a second, all the debris disappears on an atomic scale, then reappears, reborn again with Hakurei Reimu sleeping there tightly.  My mouth chuckles as my aura returns to my body.  My eyes - to finish - contemplate the new Hakurei temple.

"A good thing done. On the other hand, when she wakes up. I might have a bad, very bad time. Well, I'm going to have to take my responsibilities as a young man. So, I'm going to wait here."

I sit in the living room to read;  here is a young boy with long hair wearing a Shinto priest's outfit on my left.

"It's a very old book you're reading there. Do you understand Japanese?"  He asks me.

"Of course, why this question? Besides, I don't really know who you are."  I answer him calmly.

"Indeed, but that's normal. You come from the outside world, after all."

This boy's look at the butterfly gives me another idea, rather a vision of the future.  Indeed, I see myself wearing the same outfit as him, but remaining more suited to my...

"Let me guess. I've been naked this whole time, right?"

"Hahahahahaha!"  He chuckles on top of that before adding.  "Sorry, but you look ridiculous without your clothes on. As a kami of these places, I decided to make you the link between me and the mortals."

"What ?"  I exclaim.  "Excuse me, but... The girl... Okay, I understand the situation, but why me exactly?"

"One of Gensokyo's three wise men recommended you and - more emphatically - Moah; a friend of mine."

So that's his plan from the start!  And I bet the sage and the one who took me here are the same.

"Hmmmm! I see that you have the innate ability to understand everything. I finally don't need to explain to you who I really am."

As soon as he speaks, a pink lotus takes race on his shoulder.

The Kami of Hakurei Shrine

Species

Kami

Abilities

Exterminate youkai

I think I will... I prefer not to finish this sentence.  On the other hand, I therefore ask him this question of which I know the negative answer.  However, I want to be able to try:

"Yes? Who is it?"

"Could I ever go home?"

"Insofar as you were chosen by me, you once forget the outside world forever. I'm sorry about that."

This time, I will kill them!  I will exterminate them both!  There is nothing to wax the balance of Gensokyo if that is the only way!

I stroke my chin as I analyze the situation.  The minutes pass, and silence seems to be the watchword since this sad reality.  But, I don't lose hope;  my smile even lights up my face, then I declare:

"Even though it seems understood now, I will find a way. Now, what is my first mission as a priest? And in terms of me being able to understand things, does this have to do with the pink lotus that I create?"

"I see that you are on the right track. You just have to tell me its meaning for you to grasp the potential of your only ability. This indeed can group together several. Consider it the "all for one" of your world."

If he wants to talk about All for One, then I completely understand.  The pink lotus symbolizes perfection, and thanks to this, I can master everything perfectly.

"Thank you very much for your hint, Hakurei Kami."

"Hey, I've never been called that."

"Let's say that I want to master a sacred distinction in view of the number of religions that exist."

"I understand. From now on, you will be the priest of the Hakurei shrine; the term shaman also works for you. Reimu is actually a Miko. Oh, and one last thing! You should not show yourself naked in my presence. Here is a gift for you!"

The Shinto priest's outfit of the same colour as Hakurei Kami's clothes fits my body perfectly.  As one person in particular would say, the tutorial has just ended.  This one now disappears, and then Reimu finally gets up.  I dodge - by reflex - the gohei blow, then a second, and a third and counter-attack with the back of my hand;  what the net now.  Taken aback, she gives me a disdainful and arrogant look.  Definitely, I'm already starting to regret our future collaboration.

"Who are you? And what are you doing with the clothes of the temple? You had better answer me otherwise."

"For someone claiming to be a shaman, you seriously lack judgment."

"Repeat that! That's it, I remember! It was you who destroyed the Hakurei Temple! Confess!"

"Well, no, and otherwise, I won't be wearing this outfit. You haven't even introduced yourself, besides!"

Although I already know your name.  Besides, I no longer have to introduce myself as Koado Willy.  Hmmmm, so, what's my name?  I know ...

"And you, what's your name ?"  She asks me, annoyed that I'm not listening.

"My name is WHTI, and sorry for ignoring you and then knocking you out. I'm the new Hakurei priest and a shaman like you."

She stares at me, then sneers to the point of rolling on the floor.  Fortunately, I have access to Hakurei Kami's power. Better, I understand them in addition to Reimu's powers.  Thus, I invoke before her the sacred treasures of these places: the yin yang orbs, except that I do so to their maximum power.  Reimu's face is shocked by a yet normal prowess when one takes the trouble to train.  Well, she doesn't have my ability.  Once the introductions are made, I turn the getas, inviting him to follow me, with a wave of my hand.  While waiting for her to arrive, I put myself in the lotus position, close my eyes, and manipulate the aura around the sanctuary, even beyond: I recognize the path where I have been;  where that breach took me here, the backyard, a gate guarded by a being a three separate people, and two paths to take.  However, she leaves on a flying turtle before I open my eyes.

"How reckless! Well, she hasn't even noticed that the temple is in good condition. Well, I'll follow her. I like her, and it would be unfortunate if she hurt herself very badly."

On the other hand, I can't fly, although I can at least try.  I concentrate and then fly to the sky before stopping at the right author while moving in the sky.  No doubts !  I have the ability to float.  However, ordinary yokai aren't waiting to come and attack me.  Do not panic !  I take out the yin yang orbs against them, then exterminate them all, until there are none left around;  which takes me an hour.  At the same time, I let my flowers grow on them;  which allows me to fully use the danmaku, make them grow, multiply them, even shrink them to the state of cells so that they kill my opponents from within.  Now walking on a path strewn with these spirits, ordinary as exceptional, I arrive at the portal that barely a yin yang orb nearly kills me, as well as a young priest and a woman with draconian horns.  Wasting no time, I grow three lotuses on them to learn more.  And it works!

SinGyoku ,Sin Gyoku, Shingyoku

The Gate

It's rather disappointing for the moment.  Still, I don't know why, but I feel they want to test me.  In this case, I summon a huge danmaku, then throw it at them.  Although he receives it, I imbue it with my aura coupled with the yokai extermination ability to overcome it quickly.  Thus, the ball grows until it explodes yawning all three.  Once my challenge wins, I take a closer look at the portal, then notice a fairly recent crack, not caused by me.  I learn at the same time that these paths lead either to Jikugo or to Makai.

Reimu must have been there!  However, I can only take one path.  Do I choose left or right?  Jikugo or Makai?

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Well, I chose Jikugo.  Something tells me I should follow this place.  While this isn't the ideal path to finding Reimu, my main goal is still to find the culprit after all.

Once the discussion has ended myself, I take the left path, heading towards the place everyone fears, namely Jikugo or hell.  I don't know what awaits me, and I may not survive so easily.  Despite everything, if I want to make them pay for their actions and become perfect, the place does not remain easy but hard.  So , as a priest , I go there !

To be continued.

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Good morning !  Here now is the beginning of WHTI: the lotus being.  For those who have read WHTI: Touhou, the obsolete version, know that this story was born thanks to it.  If you see that the chapter is long, that's normal, because I wanted to do it big.  What do you think ?  I await your opinion in the comments.  In the meantime, here is the information on the protagonist in the outside world:

[ No photos of the outside world.  He is extremely discreet.  ]

Koado Willy

The man who understood things faster

Species

human

Status

Deceased

Nationality

Egyptian

And there you go !  That's it for this chapter.  See you next time !