The girl drew in a deep breath.
Her hands tensed slightly.
You can always improve. You can always do better.
This was the thought process that had been ingrained in her since she could walk. Since her training began in earnest. Her grandfather had never told her to be satisfied with the level of skill she had obtained.
No, the message was clear.
She always needed to strive for more.
And thus, she trained.
For she could always improve. She could always get better. Even if she reached the peak of understanding, that only meant there was higher peak yet unconquered that she had to strive for.
Her left foot slipped back. Her right foot slipped forward.
Roukanken's blade gleamed in the sliver of light from the setting sun.
She could always go faster. She could always reach further. If there was something her blade couldn't reach now, then she would train until she could reach it tomorrow.
She raised Roukanken.
But then, she heard something. A sound from behind her.
Konpaku Youmu glanced back over her shoulder.
"Yuyuko-sa-"
"-ma-ghk?!"
This wasn't the garden. This wasn't Hakugyokurou's grounds.
That much was certain, even in a single instant.
But the question of where she was had to go unexplored.
She couldn't see her other half. Her vision already blurred. Her entire body felt stiff and immobile.
With a gasp, Youmu clutched at her chest, Roukanken falling from her grasp as she hit her knees.
Sweat dripped from her brow, her body shuddering now.
It wasn't a physical pain. There was no clear source. It was a twisting, burning emptiness, an agonizing absence that seemed to radiate through her entire body simultaneously. It was as if it was eating away at every single nerve ending, ever single muscle fiber, every part of her being. But there wasn't any question of why she felt this way. It was obvious from the very outset.
Half of her was missing.
Her vision was darkening already.
She wasn't sure if she could even live like this. Could she?
Was she about to-
"Y-Yuyuko-sama, I'm s-sorry, I-"
And then everything was clear again.
The pain ceased as abruptly as it had begun.
Youmu found herself on her hands and knees, panting, staring at the grassy floor. The searing emptiness that had nearly overtaken her was suddenly filled.
The small, silvery-haired girl's frame trembled there for a few moments, before she was able to raise her head.
There was the wispy, misty form again. The half of herself that had been missing.
Somehow, for just a single moment, Youmu had become disconnected from herself. It was a horrible, agonizing sensation, and something she never wanted to experience ever again.
As she took Roukanken in her hands and returned to her feet, quickly sheathing the longer of her two blades, she realized that just because the emptiness was gone did not mean everything was back to normal.
Her phantom half was not floating so freely, any longer. It was lower, and not moving as swiftly to follow the rest of her. And something still felt strange, as if there was a little hole somewhere.
It was as if her ethereal, noncoporeal half had been injured.
"Nn..."
It didn't make any sense. She couldn't figure out why it had happened, or where she was.
"Y... Yuyuko-sama? Something happened... where are you?"
Youmu cast her gaze about the area.
There was no-one else there, and it was certainly no-where she was familiar with. A stone building of a style she didn't recognize that seemed to have partially collapsed.
Yuyuko-sama wasn't there. In fact, this looked like no-where she'd ever been to before.
It was raining. It was, if nothing else, a little soothing to feel the rain now after what just happened.
If Yuyuko-sama wasn't here, she'd have to find her. If she couldn't find her, then she'd have to find a way back to where she was. It was as simple as that.
When she exited the building, she could see smoke in the distance.
Something told the half-phantom that immediately moving at her top speed wasn't a good idea, not after what had just happened and how she still felt.
But Youmu was still quite swift.
The village wasn't a recognizable style of architecture to her, either.
Especially when so much of it was destroyed. And as she pressed further-
There were bodies.
Someone who had been trained as she had was, of course, aware of the possibility of having to kill some day. But her contact with death had largely been through spirits in the Netherworld, and her own mistress. The sight of these corpses, many of them displaying grievous injuries, was enough to give her pause, her slender frame tensing for a few moments.
But all of this seemed... recent.
Youmu slowly moved one hand to Roukanken's hilt before she spoke again. Even if she'd been injured on a spiritual level, she was nothing but confident in her ability to fight.
So she prepared herself for such an outcome before she spoke.
"Hello?" she called, "Is anywhere here? Where am I?"
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