Ran-Rii 2013/10/25 (Fri) 18:33 No. 1256 ▼ File 138272599811.png - (72.15KB, 384x696 , Teacher!.png)
After a long hiatus, I'm back! To those that did see the earlier version, I apologize for accidentally posting the rough draft instead of the actual, edited version. I've decided to make the night 2 posts, though, so this would be the proposed part 1 of 2.
[x]Keine wants to know what happened. So tell her. Start from the beginning.
[x] Questions
-[x] What is this place, exactly?
-[x] Why can everyone use magic?
-[x] How did you acquire metal desks and blackboards?
-[x] How did you make your weapons vanish like that?
-[x] How do I get home?
-[ ] Did you see what I did (during the battle)?
-[x] Why are you so bent on killing those ‘monsters’? They look human to me.
-[x] ‘Curtain Fire’?
-[x] Spellcard duels?
-[x] ‘Monsters? (You-kai, I think it was called.)’
-[x] Who was that person from earlier?
[x] After-question-session-activities
-[x] I’d like to go around the Village for a bit
--[x] Let’s treat Cirno and Daiyousei to something (I wonder if this place accepts Singapore Dollars.)
-[ ] This ‘spellcard duel’ thingy might be fun.
-[x] I. . . think I’m tired already. . .
-[x] Do you know where the shower is around here?
Well, it's not like I can't trust Keine. After all, she is a teacher and a respectable figure in the Human Village. There should be no reason I shouldn't tell her everything, really.
It was then I realised something: On what grounds can I even distrust her? I'm just a child, while she's an adult who can easily kill me with that sword she has. Then again, why would I even not want to tell her everything? I want her to help me to the fullest extent possible, after all.
Ah, but where should I start? From when I met Daiyousei and Cirno? Well, that would do, since it is where this crazy journey in this land started. Then again, it wouldn't feel complete if I didn't start from how I found myself waking up here. Still, if I were to do that, why don't I start from how I--
--ended up here.
As if I slipped backwards through a pocket of time, I found myself standing in front of that balcony again. The same sky, the same parking lot. The same me, looking down at the people below, wondering when my parents will come back with the keys. It was incredibly stupid of me to have forgotten my keys, yes, so I was left with nothing to do but wait for my parents while I thought about how small and distant the people below me looked.
Then, those two hands gripped my ankles and lifted me against the parapet roughly. I choked on a pocket of air -- the very air forced out of my lungs as my chest was pushed against the edge of the parapet while I was being lifted -- but I had more important things to worry about than the pain. As if someone told me 'sure, have a closer look', I was placed on the parapet facing down, a good portion of my upper body dangling in mid-air.
Then, as if someone had so cruelly hit the slow motion button on the controller, saying "Hey, Yun, go ahead and have a good long look", I felt the grip around my ankles vanish. The earth rushed up to me, like a long-lost lover dashing towards his partner for the embrace, but instead of a warm, romantic atmosphere, a chill invaded my body. Every single tissue in my body started to lock up, or so it seemed. There was this numbness in my head that soon spread to my toes as I witness myself falling towards the cold -- nay, it was the afternoon, so the ground had to be hot -- but no doubt hard ground.
I was going to die. The ground was closing in. 15 metres? Or was it 10? I'm no longer sure anymore. All I know is that I was going to hit the ground, alright. No kidding. There, my arm must have hit the ground--
Wait, my arm? How could I fall arm-first when--
"Yun, are you still there? Hello?"
I shook my head, and then blinked. The dull brown of the floorboards came back into sight, albeit jerking left and right from something pushing against my shoulder. I lazily raised my hand to rub at my eyes, waiting for my vision to blur into focus. In between the gaps which my hand left my eyes, I could see a beige-coloured object being swung repeatedly, up and down, in front of me.
Oh, yes, where was I. Ah, that's right, the class--
Immediately, I jumped, hitting my thigh against the metal grille that formed a small storage area below the desk. Ouch. The pain that shot through my legs caused my eyes to open wide, staring straight into the hazel eyes that the teacher had.
I must have shrieked, as the teacher suddenly took a step back from me, eyebrows knitted. The look on her face seemed to be telling me "Why are you even so worked up?", and I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks.
I must have dozed off. Oh, the shame.
"Ah, sorry about that. I must have been so deep in thought that I slept, haha," I smiled sheepishly at Keine, hoping that she wouldn't hold anything against me. Teachers likely wouldn't take lightly of students sleeping in class, definitely.
Unexpectedly, though, Keine simply waved off the matter.
"You must be exhausted from the day. I suppose you're too tired to think of where to start, anyways." Placing the strange, square hat that she was wearing (I've only noticed it now) on the table, she picked up the chalk and wrote a few Hiragana characters on the board. It read "Jiko Shoukai". Self-Introduction, huh.
"Tell us about yourself, then. We'll proceed from there. Mostly about your name and where you came from, though," Keine spoke in a kindly voice.
Well then, self-introduction it is. There wasn't much need to rack my brains over this one.
"My name is Yun Ning, and I am from Singapore."
As I spoke, the piece of chalk that Keine was holding moved in firm strokes, leaving two Chinese characters printed on the blackboard.
"Is it 'Yun', as in 'Luck', and 'Ning', a common character to add on to a girl's name?" Keine questioned, her chalk pointing at me.
"How did you know how my name was written?" I replied her question with my own inquiry, my eyes even wider open now. How does she know Chinese?
"Ah, you live in present-day Tamasek as well. I do apologize for how the Japanese had treated your people during World War II: That Emperor Hirohito's not fit to be an emperor at all," the teacher spoke offhandedly. Her casual remark though was enough to make me shocked.
"Keine, wasn't this place sealed more than a hundred years ago? How do you know about the Second World War?" I didn't even wait for her to reply before I fired off my second question, "How do you even know the characters of my name? They are in Simplified Chinese, which only appeared after the Cultural Revolution in China! You couldn't have lived that long!"
Indeed, she couldn't. She's a human, a mere human who looks like she's in her early 20s. She can't possibly have lived that long to have known that much!
"Well, Yun, let's just say that I can access all the History I want to know about. The entire history of Man, from the past to --" the teacher's voice trailed off as she turned towards the board wistfully, her wrist manipulating the chalk to print two more Chinese characters onto the board. Those two characters were 'Wei Lai' – Was she implying that she knows the future as well?
Turning back towards me, likely because of the amount of disbelief I expressed, the teacher chuckled. "You must be wondering how I could have known all this. Let's just say that I was cursed with this gift. A curse, because I would transform into one of –“ she stopped here, breathing in before she spoke (with heavy emphasis, of course) condescendingly, “them (those ‘monsters’ she hates so much, it must be) on the night of the full moon," Keine's tone changed the moment she landed on the word 'Youkai', which meant monster, as if it were distasteful. "However, it is a gift for I now know how history would go in all possible timelines. The past, future and present all known to me, and I use that knowledge against those wretched monsters."
Here, Keine had mentioned that word again. "Yo-kai." As usual, it was weird that she kept emphasising on the words like it was some special phrase. Did it mean something? Furthermore, that lady in black from earlier -- I think Keine addressed her as such as well. So, my first question is going to be. . .
"Keine, didn't you refer to the person in black earlier as a Youkai as well? She looks pretty much human to me--"
"Don't be taken in just by her looks. She may look human, she may have been a human but she isn't human. She's a traitor in every sense of the word!" The teacher slammed her hand on the blackboard, breaking the piece of chalk into half. Her actions were animated, alright. "She became a monster herself. How could she sympathise with the sworn enemies of us?"
I did not expect her to be agitated like such. I tried to move back, but realized that my back was already against the back rest of the chair. Why is she even so agitated? Whatever it is, it would be wise to change to topic – or so I thought before the thought was promptly forgotten.
"How does a person become a monster?" I asked, letting my burning curiosity get the better of me. This only elicited a more violent reply from the teacher.
"She was a monk who studied demonic forms of magic after she had become a magician and she extended the teachings to the monsters -- That is what I heard. However, even though she is a monk and it is theoretically right for her to spread the teachings of the religions that she puts her faith into, does she really so naively think that they will really understand those teachings?” Keine sighed, then threw her hands in the air, “I’m really not sure if it’s her naiveté that lead her to taking in monsters. I really suspect that she has become one of them herself.”
This is getting interesting. Still, I was not going to continue this. Looking at how Keine was majorly upset (she must really love humans), I'd better not try to agitate her further, or so I thought.
"Why do you say the word 'monster' in such a weird way? As if it were a proper noun or something," indeed, I must have been fearless to have tried to ask her about monsters even after she's given me such a dramatic response.
"Ah, yes, you are new to Gensokyo. Here, when we say Youkai we do not mean 'monsters'. Rather, we mean 'Youkai' as a species of beings in Gensokyo itself, much the fairy and the human," the teacher spoke matter-of-factly, as if reading a word definition out of a dictionary while a broken half of the chalk had its tip rubbed away on the blackboard to form the Kanji "Youkai".
"However, they can be interpreted as monsters and are treated as such," Keine added, this time no longer using the calm and steady voice she used previously. She closed her eyes, exhaled deeply, then crossed out the Kanji that formed the word "Youkai" before wiping it away with a duster.
Now that I know that 'Youkai' in itself is a name, I think I'll interpret it 'as is'. They (or as much as I've seen of Youkai) don't really look monstrous, and I don't think I'd need to be as extreme as to call them monsters.
"Enough Youkai talk. Do you have anything else to ask?" Keine interrupted my thoughts with a rather abrupt sentence. Ah, yes, I do have questions. Let's take it from the top, then.
"Keine, I do know that we are in Gensokyo, but what is this place, exactly? Daiyousei and Cirno didn't really give me a clear answer." I posted my first question. Since she was a teacher, she must be well learnt and--
"Frankly, I don't know." That was the answer that Keine Kamishirasawa gave me.
"I thought you--"
Again, before I could finish, she interrupted me. "Even when I do have access to all of history, it doesn't mean I have access to the thoughts of the people who created that segment of history. I would never know why the people would have created this place, but from what I infer it is to preserve the supernatural. In other words, fairies, magic and," -- a pause, as if Keine ate something that tasted bad -- "Youkai."
'Preserve'? If it is to 'preserve', it must mean that it was at threat of being erased, right?
As if she read what I thought, she continued, "Basically this is a sanctuary for all things that don't happen in the 'real' world as you know it. As lesser people had faith in the existence of these supernatural things, they would have to find a place where they could exist. That would be a place where there is abundant belief in the supernatural. You could say Gensokyo is a condensed version of the world before humans put faith into themselves and technology."
"So, this is where all the impossible happen, huh," I summarized.
"You could say so," she turned her back towards me again, scribbling something on the board. "Basically we are sealed from the outside world by a barrier. It's not physical, though, and there are entrance points located in some places in Japan. Maybe you went through one of those barriers, and ended up here."
Ah, I see. I should tell her about how I came in. I was thinking about telling her that awhile ago, anyways.
"Ah, do you suppose the barrier has entrances in Singapore as well? I sort of fell down a building, and then found myself--"
Again, Keine interrupts me. This time, her mouth was agape, and she gasped once as her hand flew to cover her mouth. "My goodness! You fell off a building in Singapore? I would presume you fell off a HDB Flat, no?" I nodded, and she only shook her head thoughtfully. "That must have been a great height you fell off from. Most Flats are 13 stories high. How did you survive that fall? Where did you end up in, Yun?"
"We found her at Misty Lake," Cirno interjected, answering the question on my behalf. "At least I found her there. She was out cold when I found her."
"Thank your lucky stars that you survived that fall, really. If you didn't slip through a weak part of the border you'd be --" Keine pulled the chair she sat on earlier towards her, " -- forgive me, I'll put it bluntly -- dead." Finishing that sentence, she sat down, looking at me as she fingered the piece of chalk in her hands.
Huh. I'd be dead. Somehow, I've brushed death so many times in a day that I don't feel anything except for a dull numbness on my head when I heard that. I must be somewhat immune now. Next question, then.
"I'm still curious about how you could use magic like that. Is it simply because you believe in it? So, if I believe in magic I can create flames like you did as well?" I questioned Keine, who had progressed to tapping her piece of chalk against the teacher's desk.
"No, not exactly. Most humans can't use magic unless they have studied how it works. Magic isn't just a matter of belief, it is a study. Humans have to study magic in order to use it. Of course, basic magic like using Curtain Fire is taught in schools, so every Human knows at least enough magic to defend him or herself." Keine then held out her palm, gesturing for me to look at it as her lips formed silent words. A spark lit her hands for a brief moment, and then formed a flickering flame.
"Basically magic’s something like self-hypnotisation. Proper magicians have their own chants for all of their spells, while for most of us learning basic magic we use simple phrases. The words you say are supposed to get you into the state where you can perform magic, but then again it's only easy if you do it in Gensokyo." Keine clutched her outstretched palm, leaving a trail of white smoke rising from her clenched fist. "Don't expect to be able to use magic when you get back. Even when I have told you the method to using it, you still can't use it, since the outside world has left magic behind for too long already."
Ah, so that's why my origami can move on its own. So that's what happened with the dove and the crane! I still can't help but feel that it's a pity that I will be losing my magic once I leave though. . . Maybe I should fold as many things as I can right now. Maybe I can even keep a whole flock of cranes with me or something, and bring them back home. Mom and Dad would be surprised!
I chuckled softly, but it was still audible. Keine immediately raised a brow, looking into my eyes directly, as if questioning me: "What are you even laughing about?" I simply shrugged my shoulders in response. Keine didn’t pursue, though, and instead decided that the walls were more interesting to look at while she waited for a question.
Oh, yes. Going home. That I must ask.
"Keine, may I know how I am going to be going home?" Keine shook her head in response, as if awoken from a daze, then turned back towards me.
"Ah, yes, continue," the teacher adjusted her posture, shifting her back against the chair.
"I've already finished my question--" Before I could finish (how many times has it been already, I wonder), I was interrupted by a stammering Keine.
"O-oh, I see. Now, where were we. . ." The teacher played with the chalk in her hands, as if my question were inscribed onto the chalk. It was a rather funny sight. Hardly would a teacher be inattentive, hm.
"Ah, it was about how I was to go home." I supplied.
"A-ah, th-that's right," Keine stuttered, but quickly found the words she was looking for. "I'll be sending you to the Hakurei Shrine in the morning, and the Hakurei Shrine Maiden should be able to send you home. I'll tell you the details when morning comes, so don't worry."
"Hakurei Shrine?" Of course I was too curious to abstain from asking. In fact I was curious about the 'Curtain Fire' thing she was talking about. However, the replay she gave me was vague: "When we get there, you'll find out." Very helpful, Keine. Whatever.
"So, Keine, what was this thing about 'Curtain Fire' you were talking about? Daiyousei was saying that you were fighting safety-off, and that it was lethal." I waited for a response from Keine, but instead she picked up her chalk and divided the board cleanly into three using the white lines printed on the contrasting background.
"This would be a little heavy, so listen up, though I doubt you'd need it since you're going home anyways," Keine warned, chalk pointing towards me. I immediately sat in attention. "Well, let us begin with the lecture. Before we can learn about Curtain Fire – oh, the word ‘danmaku’ is a term by itself, so please interpret it as such – and Spell Card Duels, we would have to look at when the Spell Card Rules were first drafted--"
"Spell Card Rules?" I interjected, only to have my left hand stung by a fragment of chalk. "Ow!"
"Keep quiet when the teacher is speaking," Keine curled her fingers inwards in a gesture that roughly meant ‘Return me the chalk’, which I did. "Now, the Spell Card Rules dictate that all conflicts were to be settled with battles of aesthetics known as Spell Card Duels, which is what we would call duels involving Danmaku --" Keine paused, reaching into the cabinet below the teacher's desk. Fetching a water bottle from it, she unscrewed the cap, took a sip of the liquid within, and then screwed it back on. "-- Excuse me. Now, these Spell Card Duels were designed with the purposes of protecting Humans from Youkai and allowing any being in Gensokyo to fight on equal footing against an opponent."
Snapping her fingers in an inwards motion, a card no larger than ones from the trading card games I’ve seen appeared in Keine’s hand. “This,” she paused, holding the card towards me, “is what you call a spell card. The most powerful of one’s spells are sealed into these paper cards then given a name.”
I pushed myself further towards my desk, trying to catch a closer view of the ‘Spell Card’. Is this one the one that she used during the fight against the woman in black from earlier on?
“Here, take a closer look at it.” Keine lay down the card onto my desk. Instantly, I picked up the card, running my finger over the surface of the card. It had a slippery feel, like waxed paper. I rubbed at the intricate patterns that bordered the card as well – it was embossed into the paper card, it seems. Six white orbs glimmered in the dark blue background (She must have used glitter glue or something) and above the graphic sat a box, only separated from the top border of the card by a few millimetres. “Spiritual Birth 「First Pyramid」. . .” I murmured, mouthing the characters printed in the box.
First Pyramid? Isn’t this the spell Keine used earlier?
“Each person has a different type of Spell Card, though, each with a personal flair. I’m a history teacher, so it makes sense for me to base my spells off concepts related to it,” the card in my hands was soon transferred into Keine’s, and – as if it were some magic trick – the card disappeared when she snapped her fingers. “You can ask Cirno or Daiyousei for theirs’ to get a better idea.”
“Here’s mine.” I received a light blue rectangle from Cirno, covered with snowflake-shaped patterns. Even the text was written in a different font – it did not seem as formal as Keine’s, which used what looked like Times New Roman for the title of the card. Placing the card back into Cirno’s hands, I gave her a nod in appreciation and turned towards Daiyousei.
“May I look at yours?” I asked with my hands outstretched, ready to retrieve her card from her hands.
The green-haired fairy replied with a fervent nod.
“Why not?” I questioned.
“I, uh. . . it’s nothing special. Not really worth a look,” she waved off my question, laughing it off. “Hahaha. . .”
“I would’ve loved to see yours, though, but I respect your decision.”
Turning back towards to Keine, I caught a glimpse of the green-haired fairy’s flushed cheeks. She must have simply been shy – I do that too when others want to see what I fold at school. It really annoys me when people press me to show them what I do (not to mention embarrassing if they laugh). Ah well, don’t do unto others what you wouldn’t want others to do unto you, Yun.
Swallowing my urge to know how her cards look like, I looked around. Anything would do, something that I could put my attention on long enough.
“I suppose you are done with checking out their cards?” The now-familiar voice spoke. I turned towards its source, only to find Keine having already made the blackboard more of a whiteboard – white scribbles covered the board, and surprisingly, they were in English. “I thought writing in this language would make it easier for you,” she explained.
“You even know English?” I spoke this line in English. If she did know—
“Why, yes. In case you were wondering, I did study the national languages of each country,” she paused, tapping the table for about two seconds, before speaking in fluent mandarin “’er wo ye zhi dao xin jia po yong de guan fang yu yuan shi--” she stopped again, looking at me intently, as if she were waiting for my next reaction, “—Bahasa Malayu.”
She probably expected it, for she wore a playful smirk as she received my response. I knew she was waiting for it, I knew I would be losing it if I submitted to her expectations, but having a person who has been locked away from the outside world for a century to speak so fluently – no, just to even know all this, was incredible. “How do you even do that?”
“Let’s just say that Gensokyo had many visitors in the past hundred years like the likes of you,” she answered. “Occasionally, some of those visitors may stay here for some time (like me, I mused), and we soon had this cultural exchange going on. I do take pleasure in interacting with humans from the outside once in awhile, and as a teacher, basic knowledge of foreign cultures are a must, no?”
I guess that really means that I am nothing special after all. So many people had been here before me, all having slipped through some mystical barrier. In hindsight, making such a big deal of me ending up in this place was rather silly.
Subconsciously, I lifted my fingers off the table and brought them down on the surface, listening to the 'tap, tap, tap' sound the plastic surface of the table made. It was just like back at home, where the desks of the classrooms were made of plastic as well—
“Keine, would these desks also be a result of those cultural exchanges as well?” I question, knocking at the plastic face of the table twice as I did.
“Well, you could say that. A person once told us about a material that was “hard, yet light” and showed us a photo of it,” there was a wooden sliding sound as Keine fetched a yellowing photograph from a cupboard below her desk. “A few checks through the historical records soon revealed this material to be something known as ‘Plastic’, but it was not strong enough to be made as a table on its own. As such, we merged our newfound knowledge of manipulating plastic and merged it with a metal frame to create a desk.”
Ah, I see. So, that’s how this place managed to keep a few similarities with the world it was sealed away from. If so many people have been able to arrive in Gensokyo before me, it must mean that the barrier surrounding it is weak. That means that I’ll just have to walk through one of these gaps formed from this weakness, and I’ll be able to reach home!
Then again, if I could go home on my own, why would Keine bring me to some ‘Hakurei Shrine’? There must be some underlying reason—
I cupped my hands over my mouth, arresting the sudden yawn I had. Blinking my eyes, I realized how heavy the eyelids had become. It was then I noticed my fatigue for the first time in the day. I looked towards Keine, who returned me a hurt look.
“I bore you, right?” The teacher questioned me. Both of her hands were forced to the sides of her dress, but I could still see the halves of the chalk from earlier being strangled in her clenched fist. Immediately I responded, as if an animal reacting to its predator.
“Ah, n-no, no. I’m just spent from the day, really, or that’s what I think.” Keine’s feet shifted, her tightly clutched hand relaxing a little. She really doesn’t take offensive remarks well, I remarked (mentally, of course).
“Hm. Seeing that you are tired, whether from physical exhaustion or you getting tired of this, shall we end the session here?” Keine brought her hand down onto the table, setting the pieces of chalk unmoving on the wooden surface.
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I am sorry for the really long hiatus. During that hiatus though, I've been reading some interesting books like Battle Royale (1997), so hopefully the quality of this update would have improved along with my reading.
This is the first part of the update, the questioning session. A little heavy, but it IS somewhat exposition. So yeah.
You can choose what to continue with from here.
[ ] More questions (if any)
[ ] Agreed Post-Questioning Session activities
[ ] (Write-in)