Chapter 165 Heaven-Prison and Hell
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The entities known as the “Living Axioms”¹ are not merely residents of this world; they are manifestations of the World Laws, existing on a plane far above even the gods. They were designed to be the ultimate existence. Their physical forms surpass the limits of humanity and even the Dragon-kin. They possess an innate, absolute mastery over every skill, and their Mana control is a fundamental constant of reality. They were quite literally created to be the strongest.
Except for the eldest, the Archangel, each has a specific area of inefficiency. Even so, nothing on the surface can truly challenge them. Even a Demon Lord, arguably the only being capable of standing in their path, cannot hope to win. In a battle of concepts and existential rank, the Axioms are invincible.
Because they are cherished by the world itself, they rarely expose their skin. Granted, the Part-time Chief has zero modesty, often seen lounging in her sleep or carelessly flashing her underwear. But in every other instance, their guard was an iron wall. Even in official records, the absolute limit of their exposure was lingerie, and even then, they would instinctively hide behind whatever cloth was at hand. Except for the Chief, they were untouchable.
Or so I thought. That wall had just crumbled, leaving the Chef standing before me without a single thread of clothing.
Her breasts were smaller than Ethelena’s, and perhaps a bit more modest than Tatia’s. However, when viewed alongside the curve of her waist and the elegant line of her hips, her proportions were devastating. Her height, the length of her limbs-the sheer balance of her form was terrifyingly beautiful.
People use the phrase “divine sculpting” to describe beauty, but this was the literal truth. When Dahlia had once massaged her, she claimed the Chef possessed a “greatness” entirely different from Ethelena’s. If Ethelena was the incarnation of beauty, the Chef was something more primal. I realized my thoughts were drifting toward the texture of her skin again. I was being driven into a corner.
”How is it, Tatara?” the Chef asked. Her voice was steady, devoid of even a hint of bashfulness. “This should be a sufficient reference for the figure, shouldn’t it?”
I couldn’t find the words. It felt as though my voice had been snatched away and my soul vacuumed out of my chest. I couldn’t even form a coherent thought.
”What’s the matter?” she asked.
Seeing my paralysis, she tilted her head in a small, questioning gesture. Usually, I would have found the movement cute, but with her body fully exposed, I couldn’t process anything but the raw reality in front of me.
”Is… is there something wrong with me?” she muttered.
She began to inspect her own body, her somewhat childish curiosity clashing violently with her lethal physique. The contrast was a direct assault on my senses. It stirred a hunger in me that was almost feral.
Coming out of my mental stupor only made things worse. A powerful aphrodisiac effect slammed into my instincts, hitting me with the force of a physical blow. Even I, who had become accustomed to Ethelena’s ultimate form, found myself drowning in a sea of unbearable lust.
Then, my reason finally caught up. I pinpointed the source of the heat: it was the Sex Sorcery². She wasn’t even trying to control it. Ethelena was talented, sure, but in terms of existential rank and raw Mana volume, the Chef was in another league entirely. That aura was systematically dismantling my self-restraint.
I forced my consciousness to focus, pushing back against the Mana interference. I manually regulated my blood flow, forcing it away from my groin and circulating it back through my body to kill the excitement. I never would have guessed that her maid uniform was effectively a set of ritual restraints. Not even a master strategist could have seen through that.
”Listen,” I groaned, “can you just try to understand that for a man, this is absolute poison?”
”But you’re used to seeing women without clothes, aren’t you?” she replied.
”Even if I am, this is different…”
I wasn’t nearly as “used to it” as she seemed to think, and I didn’t even know if my tolerance applied to a Living Axiom whose very existence appealed to the primal brain. Between her and the Succubi, resisting was like trying to hold back a landslide. Their Mana could literally bypass orientation or preference; it was an absolute command to the blood.
”Come on,” she urged. “Hurry up and memorize my body so you can reflect it in the figure.”
”Don’t ask for the impossible,” I snapped.
To truly “see” her was to invite that temptation to consume me. From what I could estimate, her body was a perfect manifestation of the golden ratio. If I burned this image into my memory, it would probably infect my mind like a virus. Why the hell did the World Laws give them such a troublesome nature? Was it because of this “trait” that the Archangel was targeted and had her wings stolen?
”Here. Touch me and remember the sensation,” she said.
Before I could pull away, the Chef took my hand and pressed it firmly against her breast. The sensation of her soft flesh pushing back against my fingers made my head spin. I tried to flush Dahlia’s old comments from my mind, but they clung to my thoughts. If I let my focus slip for even a second, my heart rate would spike and I’d lose the battle for my own reason.
”Tatara, concentrate,” she whispered.
”How the hell am I supposed to focus!?” I barked back.
I kept my voice harsh to maintain my own defenses, refusing to look her in the eye. If I turned my head, her naked form would fill my entire field of vision. I could already see the expanse of her skin in my periphery. If I didn’t teach her some common sense right now, I was going to lose my mind.
”Chef, listen to me! Approaching a man like this is incredibly dangerous!”
”Muu. You say that,” she pouted, “but there are almost no beings in this world who can actually harm us.”
”Then why were the Archangel’s wings stolen!?” I shouted.
I briefly considered pinning her down just to show her the reality of a physical threat, but I knew that if she actually fought back, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I had to rely on words, even if I felt like I was drowning.
”You have to understand how precarious this is!”
”What is so precarious about it?” she asked.
”What if someone prepared a seal specifically for a Living Axiom!?”
”As long as I have the Ward-Breaking Tanto³ you gave me,” she countered, “no seal-not even one from a Demon Lord-can touch us.”
”Is that thing really that broken!?” I asked, stunned.
I had heard about its specs from the Master, but it was clearly even more powerful than I’d imagined. If I could go back in time and give that to the Archangel, I could have stopped her wings from ever being taken.
”Okay, fine,” I sighed. “But that’s still no reason to be so damn reckless around men!”
”Whether I’m wary or not doesn’t matter if I can just overpower them, right?” she said.
I could feel her making a smug face, but that wasn’t the point. As we kept talking, I finally started to feel the heat recede. Then, a thought hit me.
”Chef,” I said quietly.
”Yes?”
”Are you… are you trying to have s*x with me?”
Silence. No intent came back from her. She had turned her face away, so I couldn’t see her expression, but the lack of an answer was all the confirmation I needed.
”When I asked how to take the power from you Axioms before, I didn’t see the full picture,” I continued. “Because of what happened to the Archangel, I thought it had to involve stealing your wings or something physical like that.”
She remained silent.
”The way to take your power… it isn’t a ritual. It’s just taking your maidenhood, isn’t it?”
”I wonder why you always have to be so observant,” she whispered. Her voice was thick with self-derision.
”Why are you trying to sacrifice yourself like this?” I asked bitterly.
”Because I love you!” she cried out. Her emotions finally exploded, hitting me with a wave of raw intent. “I don’t want you to die-why can’t you just see that!?”
She turned back to me, her face drenched in tears. This wasn’t the shy, hesitant girl I knew. Large tears were streaming down her face as she forced herself to look at me.
”This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about someone!” she sobbed. “And yet, you already love someone else… and even my sister loves you!”
The words poured out of her in a desperate, tangled mess. She was struggling to make me understand, her intent flickering with pain.
”The only thing I can offer you… the only way I can anchor you to this world… is to give you my body! What else am I supposed to do!?”
She buried her face in my chest, her gentle scent wrapping around me like a shroud. I couldn’t help it. I reached out, pulled her into a soft hug, and stroked her hair.
”Don’t be kind to me,” she whimpered.
”Not a chance,” I replied. “I’m a piece of work, Chef. I’m the kind of guy who takes advantage of a crying girl to make her dependent on him. You should be disgusted.”
”That’s why I said… don’t be kind,” she whispered.
She saw right through my attempt to play the villain. Even as she spoke, her wings unfurled and wrapped around both of us, sealing us in a private world of feathers and heat.
”Just… take it,” she pleaded.
”No,” I said firmly.
”You’re so cruel,” she whispered.
She didn’t try to force me. I couldn’t tell if she was scared of the first time or if she was truly respecting my choice, but she stayed still in my arms.
”You actually want to, don’t you?” she asked.
”Between the Sex Sorcery and my own hormones, yeah, I’m being driven up a wall,” I admitted. “But if you’re asking if I want to do this to you right now? No.”
”Why not? I thought I had the kind of body you liked,” she pouted.
”Because you’re precious to me, you idiot,” I muttered.
It wasn’t just because she was the sister of the woman who saved me. The longer we spent together, the more I’d come to care for the Chef herself. Using her just to stop my own exile-to take her power and leave her in an irreversible state-was wrong.
She responded by pinching my side. It actually stung, but the pain was enough to kill the last of the lust and settle my body down.
”You know,” she whispered, “there might not be a next time.”
”I don’t care,” I said. “I’d rather face whatever comes than make you shoulder that kind of sin.”
I’d thought about why the Living Axioms lose their power if they lose their maidenhood. As manifestations of the World Laws, their status is similar to a sacred priestess. In many traditions, a priestess is the bride of a deity and must remain pure. In this world, for an Axiom to give herself to a man is likely seen as an act of treason against reality itself. They would be branded as outcasts by the world that created them.
Whether I’d be punished too was a toss-up, but since an Axiom is physically untouchable unless she consents, the choice-and the burden-would fall entirely on her.
”I’m so glad I fell in love with you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “So why does it hurt so much?”
”Who knows,” I murmured.
The Chef finally pulled away. I expected her to reach for her clothes, but instead, she just stood there and spread her arms wide again.
”Look at me,” she commanded softly. “Memorize everything. You still have to make that figure, after all.”
”Can’t we just… not?” I groaned.
”Since you went and ruined our ‘private time,’ you could at least do this much for me.”
”I’m just taking responsibility for embarrassing a girl,” she added softly, and I finally gave up and faced her. As her gorgeous, distracting figure burned itself into my mind, Chef stepped closer. She took my hand and pressed it firmly against her chest.
”Memorize the sensation. I want you to reproduce it perfectly on the action figure.”
”My self-control is hanging by a thread here! Give me a break!” I shouted.
Chef gave a mischievous little laugh. Was she actually trying to break me?
”If you really want to go further, I won’t fight you,” she whispered. “I’ll accept it, even if you’re rough.”
”Seriously, you…”
I didn’t know if she meant it, but her sincerity was palpable. I forced my brain to flip a switch-moving from ‘man’ to ‘craftsman.’ I treated the sensation as pure data, memorizing the curves of her chest and the slope of her ribs. I told myself I was just doing research for the figure, an obvious lie to keep my thoughts from spiraling.
Seeing my stiff expression, Chef let out a sultry laugh that got under my skin. On impulse, I pulled her close, leaned in, and bit down on the crook of her neck. She gasped, startled by the sudden sting, but she didn’t push me away. She hugged me back. When I pulled away, a dark red mark remained. I felt a brief flash of “mission accomplished” before the weight of what I’d just done hit me.
”Hehe… Tatara-san to marking sarechaimashita.”
”Knock it off,” I muttered, my face heating up. Seeing her touch the spot where I’d bitten her left me with a mess of conflicting emotions.
* * *
After that bit of nonsense, I got back to work on the Chef action figure. When I started on the internal frame, Chef handed over some rare slime material she’d found in Whirlwind⁴. I mixed in a Mana Stone to calibrate the density, layering it between the artificial muscle and the skin. The result was a terrifyingly perfect recreation of her body. I had a headache just thinking about the sheer amount of high-level tech I was wasting on a hobby project.
I went all-out on the paint job, too. By the time I finished the last coat, the thing in front of me was so perfect it made me want to question my life choices.
”What am I even doing with my life?” I sighed.
”Hey, I’m the one who made the unreasonable demand. Don’t beat yourself up,” Chef said, trying to console me.
It was a nice gesture, but once my head cleared, I realized exactly how much detail I’d put into the lower half of the sculpt. What was wrong with me?
”Oh, right. Make sure you get the clothes right too,” she reminded me.
”…Will you actually wear the pilot suit for reference?”
”Ah, hold on a second.”
A moment later, Chef returned in a high-cut leotard. I blinked, a technical question finally overriding my embarrassment.
”Wait, Chef. What happens to your wings when you’re wearing Arcane Armor⁵?”
”Oh, did I never tell you?”
I’d never really thought about it when I was building her armor, and I certainly hadn’t considered it when I made my own Gagaga gear.
”My wings have a unique ability,” she explained. “I can dissolve them into mana so they merge with Arcane Armor or other magic devices. Among my sisters, I’m the only one who can do it.”
”I never knew that. It’s handy… almost like an Automaton Maiden⁶.”
”Wait, even you didn’t know? I’m (Watashi) the prototype for the Automaton Maiden series.”
”Since when!?”
That was news to me. I’d never seen that mentioned in any of the lore books or fan guides from back home. Maybe it was new info specific to this world? Was that why she and Dahlia got along so well?
Regardless, trying to recreate that function was going to be a nightmare. I’d already finished the figure’s wings. I’d planned to have them fold into the flight pack, but now I was wondering if I should remake the wing-skeleton out of Shape Memory Alloy to simulate the mana-merge.
”Did something happen?” she asked, seeing my gears turn.
”I’m debating the wing storage. I used forged Mithril for the skeleton so they’d tuck into the wing unit, but if I want to be true to your nature, I should probably switch to Shape Memory Alloy.”
Chef looked at me with a mix of awe and exasperation.
”Just go with your first idea, Tatara. Please.”
”Got it.”
I followed her lead. Since the wing unit was an external attachment, the whole thing ended up looking like the flight pack from a certain ‘Castle of Iron’ robot anime.
”It looks like a prototype getting an experimental weapons upgrade,” Chef noted, her eyes sparkling. “It’s got that romantic, ‘mecha’ feel.”
”I can’t argue with that.”
If she was happy, I could live with it. I kept working, moving on to the final finish. I’d considered using Orichalcum or Adamantite, but I decided to use the specialized paints Chef had provided instead. The final product looked exactly like a ‘Hero King’ from a famous girl-model kit series.
”Incredible,” Chef whispered. “Except for the way the back parts connect, it’s a perfect copy.”
”I worked myself to the bone for that, so try not to break it, alright?”
”Don’t worry. Neither I nor my sister ever clean our rooms, so it’ll be safe.”
I froze. If she and the Baito-chou ever did decide to clean, was this thing going to get trashed? Was that some kind of omen?
”Well, that’s one request finished,” I said, feeling the exhaustion hit me.
”You look exhausted,” she noted. “That’s what you get for resisting so much.”
”Was it really ‘resisting’?” I muttered. It stung a bit to have my common sense dismissed as useless, even if she was technically right.
”Anyway, I’ll start bringing your onigiri for one week tomorrow. For the next week.”
”I still think a whole week is overkill…”
”Which would you prefer?” she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous sweetness. “Me moving in for a month to cook for you, or me taking your virginity right here so I can officially become one of your brides?”
”I’ll take the lunch boxes. Definitely the lunch boxes.”
A choice between two extremes isn’t really a choice at all.
”And one more thing,” she said.
”Yeah?”
I turned toward her, and she immediately cupped my face. Her lips met mine. It wasn’t a s*xual kiss-no tongues or wandering hands-just a soft, warm pressure. I felt a strange energy flow from her into me.
”That was my first kiss,” she said, her face flushing crimson. “I think that should be enough to keep you from dying, even if you take a lethal hit.”
I stood there, my brain completely stalled out.
”I know you’re still recovering… your heart is still fragile, Tatara-san. But… please. Stay alive.”
With that, she turned and hurried away. I stood in the silence, a single thought echoing through the static in my head: If the Archangel finds out about this, she’s going to kill me.
* * *
Once my brain finally restarted, I headed back to the living room. Even though it felt like I’d spent half a day in that workshop, only about three hours had passed.
Out on the veranda, the Baito-chou was drenched in sweat, looking like she’d crawled out of a river. Beside her stood my Mother-in-law, who was-impossibly-actually starting to perspire herself.
”Oh, are you finished, Tatara?” Mother-in-law asked with a gentle smile.
”Yeah… but are you okay? I’ve never seen you break a sweat before. Was the Baito-chou that much of a handful?”
She chuckled, looking genuinely delighted. “It was ‘handful,’ certainly.”
”Ueh, sorry-degozaru!” the Baito-chou wailed, looking mortified.
”Oh, don’t be,” Mother-in-law replied. “It was a happy hardness for me.”
She turned back to me, her expression softening. “The Baito-chou-san’s concentration and its durability are very high. She’s been going for three hours without a single break. She isn’t the fastest learner I’ve ever seen, but her tenacity is in a league of its own. That makes up for everything else.”
”High praise [beta-bome], then,” I said.
”Since there is nothing to disparage, it’s natural.”
In this world, speed of learning isn’t everything. If a student is willing to put in the work, a teacher can afford to be serious. In that regard, Mother-in-law and I are cut from the same cloth-though she’s obviously on a much higher level when it comes to actually teaching.
”From now on, we’ll do three hours of kata-geiko every morning after breakfast,” Mother-in-law declared. “Then a break, followed by three hours of walking drills. Given our HP, and the Baito-chou-san’s HP and concentration, that’s the limit.”
Six hours of training a day. The Baito-chou didn’t even argue. In fact, she looked like she was already recovering. To bounce back that quickly after a three-hour session… she was a total monster [bakemono].
Most Explorers stay fueled by absorbing the mana that saturates the dungeons. It’s why we can dive all day on just a bowl of porridge. It’s the same principle that lets Ethelena and Ichika stay nourished through their Sex Sorcery. But this house isn’t in a dungeon; even on a Spiritual Vein, the mana density isn’t that high. The fact that she could recover this fast just meant she had a terrifying natural gas tank.
”Goshujin, I want you to help me squeeze the onigiri-degozaru,” she pleaded, snapping me out of my thoughts.
”Right, I’m on it.”
It was almost lunchtime. I’d been so focused on her recovery that I’d almost forgotten about the food. I apologized to Ichika and Mitsuha-san as I ducked into the kitchen to start mass-producing rice balls.
As I worked on the triangular grips, Ichika handled the tamagoyaki, her eggs turning a perfect, shimmering gold. The smell was incredible. Once the food was ready, I piled it onto the Mithril plates I’d forgotten to set out earlier and let the recovering Baito-chou carry them out. With fifteen Golems acting as a support crew, she only had to make eighteen trips, and her trip-and-fall count dropped to a record low of fifteen.
”Is this the power of the kata-geiko already? That’s insane,” I muttered.
”Goshujin, I want you to also remember [memories] the hard work of the Golems-degozaru,” she puffed.
All fifteen Golems looked like they’d been through a war zone. I made a mental note to bump the crew up to twenty next time.
* * *
”Hey, Tatara,” the Idiot said halfway through lunch, pausing to finish his miso soup.
”Yeah?”
”I’ve been meaning to ask… you’re feeding all of us every single day. Is your wallet doing okay? I don’t want to be a total leech.”
”Don’t worry about it. The Torakuma family is covering the bulk of the expenses. You’re the only ‘leech’ in the group, and one extra mouth isn’t going to break the bank.”
I realized I’d never actually explained the finances to him.
”Wait, if that’s the case, then my tuition fee…”
”That whole situation is sorted now. I received quite a few items from Tatara-dono⁷ to settle the score. Actually, I probably owe him change at this point, but he won’t take a copper back…” Part-time Leader explained to the trembling Dumbass. “Besides, with the kind of talent he’s teaching me, I really should be the one footing the bill for his meals.”
Part-time Leader was glossing over the details. Technically, the payment was a prototype of ‘Sky Rift’⁸ I’d given to the Prick, but the Leader seemed to view the ‘Wind-Forest-Fire-Mountain’ blade or Aarem⁹ as the real currency. I’d actually been paid for Aarem already, and the blade was supposed to be a dowry for taking Yohira as my bride. If the City Mayor ever saw the price tag on that thing, she’d probably lose her mind and start swinging her slippers, but considering the House Torakuma raised a daughter as precious as Yohira, I figured it was a fair price.
”By the way,” the Leader added, “House Torakuma is picking up the tab for Hinagiku-san’s food.”
”And the fox girl?” the Dumbass asked.
”Ichika is part of my inner circle now,” I replied. “So of course I’m paying for her.”
Since she was removed from the guard role, it was only natural… well, since the food expenses for Yohira that were handed over were increased, I think as the Torakuma family, they want to look after her for a little while longer considering Ichika’s past. If it’s handled poorly, there’s a possibility Part-time Leader was pestered by the elder group of the Oniwaban¹⁰.
Hearing me call her a ‘relative,’ Ichika softly brushed my back with her tail; looking at her face with a side-glance, she was smiling with happiness while flushing her cheeks, so it’s “Yoshi” -degozaru.
”Wait, that’s abrupt, isn’t it?” the Prick interrupted.
”No, I know this is technically a request from you, but I figured the fees for a master instructor would be astronomical. I couldn’t help but ask.”
”I like the ‘never leave a stone unturned’ attitude,” the Prick said, “but in the world of Great Houses, there are things you’re better off not knowing. Watch your step.”
Unbelievably, that The Prick says words as if worrying about The Dumbass; is he soft on disciples?
”I went to all the trouble of teaching you swordsmanship,” the Prick continued. “It’d be a disgrace to the Wild Beast Shinkage-style¹¹ if you went and got yourself killed in some petty scheme before you even got to show it off.”
Just when I thought I’d re-evaluate him a bit, there’s this. Well, since he’s recognized as carrying the sign/reputation, maybe he’s teaching the mindset of “always on the battlefield” or to “not approach danger.”
”So, Tatara-san,” Mitsuha-san asked, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from the Prick’s taunts, “did you really get a request to teach the katana technique?”
”Yeah,” I said. “The goal is for him to eventually teach the technique right here in town.”
”Haha, to think my Shinkage-style would advance overseas… if a dojo is built, shall I do some guest training for you?”
”Oh?” Ibara-san smirked. “For a man who doesn’t know the meaning of ‘restraint,’ wouldn’t the ‘actors’ be insufficient?”
She was definitely pushing his buttons, though she wasn’t one to talk. Her being banned from the public tournament is truly an event that cannot be defended. Actually, The Prick is poking at that matter in a counter-taunt… wait, that anecdote is famous enough that even The Prick knows it.
”That was the case… Tatara-sama, what shall we do about this ‘Part-time Leader’-san’s housework?” Mitsuha-san checked with me.
”Regarding that, while continuing meal service, I’m thinking of holding back on other things for a while,” I replied.
”Is it okay to assume that is prioritizing Mother’s training?”
”First of all, I think it will be difficult unless she remembers how to move her body and how to adjust her strength.”
”…I see, if that’s the case, I have some recollection of that myself,” Mitsuha-san said.
When I conveyed my policy, Mitsuha-san seemed convinced. If she says “I have a recollection,” I can predict she surely has a history of destroying tableware or furniture with ogre-like physical strength. Thinking of it that way, it might be an option to have her teach housework while Mitsuha-san is here.
After lunch, we split up for the afternoon. It seems Part-time Leader’s practice for today’s play was in the afternoon, so she headed out with Dahlia. I realized I hadn’t checked on the Aarem-related matters… I’ll have to write a letter to the Merchant Guildmaster tonight.
In the afternoon, I watched ‘Part-time Leader’s walking training. Between my physical adjustments and my mother-in-law’s coaching, her way of walking looks less stagnant than yesterday. Right now she is still concentrating on taking each step, but once she masters it and gets used to it, she’ll be able to walk looking straight ahead. Once that happens, ‘Part-time Leader’ can also take a step forward and move to housework training.
”‘Part-time Leader,’ how are the shoes? Is it tight or easy to trip up on?”
(It’s perfectly fine! It’s much easier to walk than usual!)
Saying so, ‘Part-time Leader’ shows off some light steps while laughing; as she says, the feet seem okay. In case they didn’t fit, there’s the possibility of blisters. Since I’m not a shoe fitter, it stays in the realm of “pretend,” but I want to firmly do what I can.
”Tatara-san, I have a small favor,” Mother-in-law said, stepping in.
”Sure, what is it?”
”I’d like you to make shoes for public performance training, and also a dogi¹².”
”The shoes I can do… but a dogi is a bit difficult.”
No, I don’t know if I should say this as someone who just saw ‘Chef’ naked earlier, but one shouldn’t easily look at ‘Poster Girl’s soft skin. Even if it’s ‘Part-time Leader’ whom I don’t feel even a fragment of s*xual attraction toward.
”Still having trouble looking at a woman’s skin?”
”Well, if it’s someone as close as a party member I’m close with, but…”
”You call it ‘sincerity,’ but as a creator, you’ll have hardships ahead with that, you know?”
”I know, I know…” I muttered. My mental brakes were just too strong.
”Anyway, why is the maid uniform no good?”
”This girl seems to learn better if she starts from the ‘form,’” she explained.
”Interesting,” I said. That’s information that didn’t come out in the game era. The subject of the topic, ‘Part-time Leader’, is concentrating on walking training, taking each step with a serious expression.
(Fuah!?)
”Whoops.”
Well, even with that much concentration, when you fall, you fall. Still, she’s falling less often. Give it a month, and the frequency should drop to less than half.
After she was wiped out from training, I started on dinner. The Dumbass was heading home early, so Hinagiku-san went to see him off. He’ll probably eat at his place and then find an excuse to eat again later. The guy has a furnace for a stomach—everything he eats just seems to go straight to his chest and glutes.
”Something on your mind, Tatara-sama?” Mitsuha-san asked.
”Just thinking about Hinagiku-san,” I said.
The Prick smirked. “What’s this? Falling for your best friend’s girl?”
”No, I’m worried he’s going to get fat. He eats like a beast. I’m just concerned for his health.”
”Tatara-sama, you sound like a housewife or rather a mother,” Mitsuha-san giggled.
”Master, remember when you tried to reduce the meal amount? You tried to give him a derogatory name -degozaru.”
”Thinking about it now, even for me, I said something pretty cruel there,” I admitted. It felt like a lifetime ago, back when Ichika and I were still distant.
”Oh? What was it?” the Prick asked.
”The Fattening Tengu’s Pig-giku.”
(Pffft!)
The table exploded. Even my mother-in-law spat her tea right across the tablecloth.
”That is brutal!”
”He actually froze up when I said it to his face.”
”…And yet, Hinagiku-sama is still eating even now, isn’t he,” Mitsuha-san noted.
”As a cook, I love seeing people enjoy my food, but someone’s got to look out for his health.”
”Tatara, that concern is good, but please, no more ‘pig’ nicknames. It’s lethal,” Ibara-san said. I guess calling someone a pig is a universal taboo.
Later, the exploration team returned. “Everything went smooth today,” Ethelena reported. She’d managed to hit level 42 by clearing up to the 49th floor.
”How are the stats?”
”Magic and Speed are through the roof, but my physical stats are trash. HP only went up by two, and Attack and Defense only gained a single point.”
Typical Succubus growth. I’d have to forge her a proper Magic Device sword soon. But to do it right, I’d need to use the Mithril memento, and I couldn’t afford a single mistake on that.
”The ‘Physical Attack Boost’ I retook first thing with the level up went up, and ‘Enemy Search,’ ‘Acoustic Mapping,’ and ‘Hawk Eye’ all ranked up.”
”As usual, the growth of skills for scouts is fast.”
”Because I’m standing in that role, it’s natural,” Ethelena said with a smug grin.
”I did not perform combat this time, you see, so only ‘Acoustic Mapping’¹³ grew. Thinking to train the mind’s eye, I did the exploration while closing my eyes noja.”
”Don’t be reckless, you…”
”On the way, she almost went astray several times and I was worried sick…”
”So actual harm was coming out!”
”U-mu, sorry!” Yohira laughed. Right now is the middle of dinner, and Mother-in-law is emitting pressure with a smile… this is a lecture later.
”And how about Tatia? You were basically the one babysitting Yohira the whole time.”
”My ‘Physical Attack Boost’¹⁴ and ‘Skill Power Boost’¹⁵ both ranked up,” Tatia-san noted. “And my ‘Steal’¹⁶ skill leveled up as well.”
”That tracks,” I replied. “If the increased action frequency is doing its job, you’re going to hit those milestones fast.”
Even without an ‘Early Bloomer’¹⁷ buff, Tatia-san’s use of ‘Swallow’s Reversal IV’¹⁸ essentially quadruples her output. If her ‘Double Pocket’¹⁹ ability triggers during a ‘Steal’ attempt, she gets a fourfold bonus across two actions-an eightfold experience gain. If her probability inversion keeps ‘Double Pocket’ proccing, her ‘Steal’ skill is going to skyrocket.
”Listening to you talk, your growth is just terrifying,” the Part-time Leader said, her voice heavy with amazement.
”Well, since it pads my stats, I can usually muscle through even if the enemy is a bit out of my league,” I answered, keeping the specifics vague. I called it “muscling through,” but in this world, if your attack or defense stats are even a single point lower than your opponent’s, you aren’t getting anywhere. Ultimately, being able to overpower them is the baseline for survival. The ‘Pierce’²⁰ ability is rare, and even then, those weapons require a high skill rank. This world is kind to people, sure-but it’s not that kind.
”But really, why is it so easy for your abilities to rise?” the Leader asked.
”Oh, right. I gave the blueprints to Torakuma Yohira-kun, but I guess he hasn’t passed the word along yet?” I said.
”Now that you mention it, that’s likely the case,” she replied.
I couldn’t exactly explain Tatia-san’s unique skills, but the ‘Earth Mother Series’²¹ was already an open secret in certain circles, so I filled them in. I mentioned that while I taught them the crafting process, I’d made them promise not to talk about the effects of the gear. Hearing that, the Part-time Leader and the Torakuma Mother-in-law both looked stunned.
”…So that’s why Yohira-kun has been getting so much stronger,” the Mother-in-law muttered.
”I’m glad you can teach us the methods, but those materials are quite rare,” the Leader added. The two of them let out massive, synchronized sighs. They looked completely burnt out.
”Tatara-san, your knowledge is worth a king’s ransom. A nation would topple its own government to get a hold of this,” the Leader continued. “Since Yohira-kun, Ibara-san, and Mitsuha-san will all be using this gear, won’t you let the Torakuma house keep this to ourselves?”
”I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop trying to sell me your daughters for info,” I sighed. “Look, Yohira-kun is enough. Forget the monopoly. I’ll write everything down for you.”
”Dear,” the Mother-in-law said, turning to her husband, “make the warehouse security even tighter.”
”I know,” he replied. “The Torakuma house is on the verge of leading the Four Direction Guardian Houses²² because of this.”
I didn’t know if they were using private soldiers or the elite of the elite, but with this knowledge, they’d certainly outpace the other noble houses. Of course, this isn’t the kind of world where one advantage solves everything.
”Um… Tatara-sama, are older women out of the question for you?” Mitsuha-san asked.
”The fact that Ichika-san is carrying my child despite being older should be answer enough,” I replied. “I don’t think you should settle, Mitsuha-san.” I figured she had a better shot than Ibara-san; as the second daughter, the odds of a marriage proposal as a diplomatic gesture were high.
”By the way, doesn’t Yohira-kun have older brothers?” I asked.
”Two of them,” she said. “The eldest is set to be the next head of the house.”
”The matchmakers must be swarming them,” I remarked.
”Maybe for the younger one. But the eldest? Not so much,” she replied. That was unexpected. You’d think the eldest son of a noble family would be the ultimate prize. “The problem is, other houses haven’t been blessed with sons. They’re all so busy keeping each other in check to try and snag him that it’s a total stalemate. Plus, he’s more interested in research than marriage. He shows no sign of ever settling down.”
”Is the nobility going to be okay?” I asked.
”That’s why I hope you understand,” she said softly, “why I’ve thought about wanting at least one child with Yohira-kun, if possible.”
The succession crisis was clearly grim. If the Three Great Nobles of Hizuru were in the same boat-if even the Emperor’s house was struggling-all I could do was laugh.
* * *
After dinner and gear maintenance, I called the Golem I nicknamed ‘Part-time Leader’ into the workshop. She looked at me with eyes full of absolute trust.
”I’m going to make a dedicated support Golem for you, but I’ll need a few of your feathers for the materials,” I explained.
(Wait, a Golem just for me?) she thought. Her sisters, ‘Archangel’ and ‘Chef,’ both had them, but maybe she’d never seen them up close. Either way, I’d decided she needed help after seeing the other Golems getting tossed around by her every day. I hadn’t appraised them formally, but the Golems I gave the others were high-performance specifically because I used their feathers as a base.
”Don’t hold back. A big part of this is just to keep you from tripping over,” I said.
(Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m always trying to support people and I just end up knocking them over…) I knew she didn’t mean it, but the other Golems had genuinely started to fear her. I’d brought twenty out for the dinner cleanup, and she’d wiped out the whole squad. Of course they were scared.
”So, can I have the feathers?” I asked.
(Yes, please!) She touched her wings and handed over about ten feathers. I took them and pulled thirteen Mithril Ingots and a Mana Stone for an ‘Alchemist’s Egg’²³ from my inventory.
I crafted the ‘Egg’ first, infused the Mithril with the feathers, and activated ‘GolemCrafting’²⁴. As usual, the result was a squashed-looking version of myself-but this time, it was wearing a ribbed sweater, jeans, and an apron. It looked like a preschool teacher. The Golem slowly opened its eyes and looked at me. It gave a bold smirk and raised a hand.
”Ta!”
It felt punchier than the others. I wasn’t sure why.
”I need you to look after the ‘Part-time Leader’ here,” I commanded. The Golem turned its gaze toward her.
(P-please treat me well!) she said. She bowed vigorously. The Golem scanned her from head to toe before meeting her eyes again.
”…Ta.”
(Did you just scoff at me?!) Against the Golem’s mocking, half-lidded gaze, even her patience broke. This one was far more expressive than the usual smiling models.
”Ta-ra-ra, ta-tta.”
(What’s with that attitude? Are you really Tatara’s Golem?!)
”Ta-ra.”
(You are so infuriating!!) I didn’t know exactly what it was saying, but I could feel the Golem looking down on her. It had a mean streak… just like a part of me, I suppose. Eventually, she yawned, too sleepy to keep fighting, and the Golem guided her out of the workshop. It definitely had a stronger sense of self than the others.
* * *
Before my daily routine of forging ‘Sky Rift’²⁵, I checked my status. ‘Swallow’s Reversal’ had hit its level cap. Whether it was the training or the Mithril forging, it was time for a rank up. I processed the upgrade and started forging to test the impact.
The extra third strike deviated more than I’d imagined, so I synchronized it with my ‘Crafting’ skill to pull the precision back in. I’d picked up some tricks from the last rank up, so I corrected the error in about an hour. Now, it was time to train ‘Sky Rift’ in earnest.
The extra hammer strikes made the work faster, and I used that time to experiment with more folds to strengthen the Katana Blade. With every fold, the blade grew more refined. By the time I started the final polish, I knew this was my best work yet. The stats were the same, but the quality was undeniable.
As I tucked ‘Sky Rift’ into my inventory, I realized I was drenched in sweat. I’d been so focused that I’d completely ignored my own body. I gave a wry smile and headed toward the private couples’ bath.
I never made it.
Ethelena was waiting outside the workshop. She smiled the moment she saw me-a smile with a strange shadow behind it.
”Is something wrong?” I asked. She’d been acting strange all day. She didn’t answer; she just stood there. I took a step toward her, and suddenly, arms wrapped around me from behind.
”Caught you.”
The voice was clumsy, but familiar. But that was impossible. How was I being hugged from behind when Ethelena was standing right in front of me?
”Ethelena, what is-“
I tried to pull away, but a third and fourth Ethelena grabbed my arms. The one in front of me watched as I was pinned, then leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Her pupils were dilated, like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
”Tatara… Tatara…”
My name spilled from her lips. I tried to speak, but they were already dragging me back into the workshop. I felt a surge of cold terror, like a sacrificial animal being led to the slaughter. I tried to resist, but my strength was gone-her Erotic Sorcery²⁶ was draining the fight right out of me.
”Tatara.”
”Tatara, Tatara.”
”Tatara.”
”Tatara, Tatara, Tatara.”
The Ethelenas surrounding me chanted my name like a mantra. The workshop door slammed shut, and Ethelena’s mana flooded the room, sealing it tight. She’d thrown up a barrier. There was nowhere left to run.
Every Ethelena fell upon me at once.
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Bonus:
Once upon a time, in a remote mountain clearing, there lived a lonely young man named Tatara.
”Hey, look at that-stuck in the ‘sacrificial lead’ role again,” Tatara muttered.
Tatara made his living as a blacksmith²⁷, residing in a workshop far removed from the local villages. His skill with the forge was legendary; he never wanted for bread or coin.
”Wait, isn’t this already a plot hole?” Tatara asked, breaking character. “If I’m rich, why am I the protagonist of a struggle-story?”
One winter’s day, while Tatara was trekking through the deep drifts of the mountain, he stumbled upon a crane hopelessly tangled in a hunter’s snare.
SCREEE! Help me!
”Great. I’m a blacksmith, but apparently, I’m also a bird-whisperer,” Tatara said.
Hearing the creature’s pathetic cries, Tatara knew he’d have a bitter taste in his mouth if he walked away. He knelt and began to work the cold iron of the trap. However, he realized that by freeing the bird, he was essentially stealing from the hunter who relied on such catches to eat. To balance the scales, Tatara tracked down the trap’s owner and paid him upfront, pretending he’d bought the bird fair and square.
”You know, my family were actually farmers,” Tatara whispered toward the wings of the stage.
”Shut up and stick to the script!” a voice hissed back.
The hunter cursed Tatara for his interference but eventually took the bribe, agreeing to call it even. Tatara bowed low, the weight of his “righteous” interference heavy on his chest.
”Psst, big brother… behind the shed,”
”Yeah, let’s have a little ‘chat’ about Tatara-kun,”
”Hey, wait! This is just a play! Get back!” Tatara yelled.
As the snow thawed and the first hints of spring touched the air, a visitor came to Tatara’s door. He opened it to find a young woman of breathtaking beauty.
”Excuse me,” she said, looking down bashfully. “If you’ll have me, I’ve come to be your bride.”
”…I had a feeling this was coming,” Tatara said. “But really? ‘Archangel,’ is that you?”
”N-no! My name isn’t ‘Archangel’! I’m just… a girl who wants to marry you!” she replied, blushing furiously.
”Are you sure about this, ‘Poster Girl’?” Tatara asked.
Despite wondering why such a stunning, whimsical woman would want a dusty blacksmith like him, Tatara welcomed her in. She was a whirlwind of productivity, transforming his bachelor pad into a home.
”I have to hand it to her,” Tatara admitted to the audience. “Her ‘pro’ skills make the housework look effortless.”
”It was easy because you kept it so clean, Tatara-san,” she replied with a smile.
The forge stayed hot, the money stayed steady, and Tatara began to wonder if it was time to start a family. One day, his wife approached him with a serious expression.
”I am going to lock myself in my weaving room,” she told him. “Please, no matter what happens, do not enter until I come out.”
”Sure, okay. I get it,” Tatara said.
Being an honest man, he respected her wish and spent the night alone. The next morning, she emerged, pale and exhausted, holding a bolt of magnificent textile²⁸.
”This is… incredible,” Tatara gasped.
”Thank you,” she whispered.
”The consistency of the weave, the tactile finish… it’s a masterpiece,” Tatara said, his creator’s soul catching fire. “Seriously, you have to show me how you did this!”
”Wait… what?” she stammered.
Driven by professional curiosity, Tatara’s eyes lit up as he begged for a lesson. Swept up in his momentum, she began to teach him… only for him to completely surpass her skill within three days. Now flush with cash from both iron and silk, Tatara turned to his wife.
”So, about that family,” Tatara said. “Should we… you know?”
”Wait, that’s not how the story goes-” she started.
”Is that a no?” he asked.
”I… well… okay,” she sighed.
And so, the bride never got the chance to confess that she was actually the crane he had saved. Instead, she settled into her new life, eventually bearing him children as the ultimate “thank you.” The years blurred into a haze of modest, messy happiness. Then, the inevitable end arrived.
”…Hey. You there?” the aged Tatara wheezed.
”I’m right here, my love,” his wife answered. She looked exactly as she had the day they met-young, radiant, and timeless.
”It’s been fifty years,” Tatara rasped. “I’ve kept you chained to a mortal man all this time.”
”No,” she said softly. “I was blessed with children and grandchildren. These were the warmest days of my life.”
Tatara’s voice trembled as he looked into the past. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. All I did was open a trap one winter day.”
”…So you knew,” she whispered.
”You think I wouldn’t know my own wife?”
”Hehe… I guess the secret’s out,” she said, her voice cracking. “That means I have to leave, doesn’t it?”
She gripped his hand, her knuckles white. “No. I won’t. I don’t want to leave your side!”
”Don’t be like that,” Tatara said. “I’m on my way out anyway. I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
Deep down, he wanted her there until his last breath, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her eternal life being stained by the memory of his decay.
”Please,” he begged. “Let me go out with a little dignity.”
”I don’t care about dignity!” she cried. “Let me love you until the very end!”
She threw the “rules” aside, choosing her heart over her nature. Tatara gave a weak, wheezing laugh.
”Fine. You win. Stay as long as you want… but you have to promise to see me off with a smile.”
”I promise!” she sobbed.
Three days later, Tatara fell into his eternal sleep. A single, magnificent crane was seen spiraling up from the cabin toward the clouds, and the wife was never seen again.
* * *
Eons passed. The world moved on.
In the heart of a bustling modern city, a young man stood at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. He was tall, dressed in a casual summer uniform with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. His name was Tatara.
He was heading home from a grueling summer cram school session, squinting against the oppressive July heat, when a figure caught his eye.
A woman stood across from him. She wore a wide-brimmed white hat and a flowing sundress made of silk so fine it looked like moonlight. He couldn’t explain why, but he couldn’t look away.
The light changed. They stepped into the street. As they passed each other in the crowd, a silk handkerchief fluttered from her bag. Tatara lunged for it.
”Excuse me! You dropped this!”
The woman turned. When she saw his face, the blood drained from her cheeks, her expression a mix of shock and ancient longing.
”Um… are you okay?” Tatara asked.
”Yes… I’m fine,” she said, her voice a ghost of a whisper. “Thank you so much for the handkerchief.”
She lingered for a moment, then smiled-a look that felt like a memory. “Actually, since you went out of your way… would you let me buy you a coffee? As a thank you?”
”Oh, you don’t have to do that-“
”Please, Tatara-san,” she insisted, her eyes sparkling. “I’d feel terrible if I didn’t pay you back for this.”
”Uh… alright,” Tatara said, overwhelmed by her intensity. He followed her, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t name. “By the way, can I ask your name?”
The woman laughed, a sound like silver bells, and leaned in close to his ear.
(I’m your bride!)
-FIN-
”Wait… that was ‘The Crane’s Gratitude’²⁹, right?”
”That’s what the title said.”
”She never actually flew away. It’s a total bait and switch.”
”Well, it’s a story about a crane, so I guess you could call it ‘fowl play.’”
”Oh, shut up! If it’s a happy ending, who cares!?”
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Summary:
The Chef exposes herself to Tatara under the guise of providing a reference for a figure, but her true goal is to offer her maidenhood to save him from death or exile. Tatara realizes that taking her virginity is the secret method to steal a ‘Living Axiom’s’ power, but he refuses out of genuine care for her. The chapter ends with an emotional confrontation where the Chef confesses her love and pain.
Tatara finishes a highly detailed action figure of Chef, incorporating rare materials and his advanced crafting skills. Chef rewards him with her ‘first kiss’ which acts as a protective charm, warning him to stay alive. Meanwhile, Baito-chou begins intensive training under Tatara’s Mother-in-law, showing monster-like stamina.
The group gathers for lunch and dinner to discuss progress. Part-time Leader shows improvement in her walking training, while Ethelena reports successful grinding in the dungeon. The chapter ends with humorous bickering over food and training methods.
After discussing the rapid skill growth of his party and the political landscape of noble houses, Tatara crafts a new Golem to support his clumsy ‘Part-time Leader.’ He successfully ranks up his ‘Swallow’s Reversal’ skill and forges a superior ‘Sky Rift’ katana. However, his evening ends in terror as Ethelena traps him using a multi-body Erotic Sorcery technique.
A meta-humorous retelling of the ‘Crane’s Gratitude’ folktale where the protagonist, Tatara, constantly breaks the fourth wall. After accidentally becoming a weaving master himself and living a long life with his crane-wife, the story jumps to a modern-day reincarnation reunion. The comedy transitions into a poignant, romantic conclusion.
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Trivia:
- The ‘Part-time Chief’ is the only other Axiom known for being immodest.
- The Chef’s maid uniform acts as a ‘ritual restraint’ for her power.
- The ‘Ward-Breaking Tanto’ given by Tatara is powerful enough to ignore Demon Lord-level seals.
- Losing maidenhood for a Living Axiom is considered a ‘sin’ against World Laws, potentially leading to them becoming outcasts.
- The Archangel (eldest sister) previously lost her wings to a specific individual referred to as ‘that bastard’.
- Chef is revealed to be the prototype for the ‘Automaton Maiden’ series.
- Chef’s wings can dissolve into mana to integrate with armor.
- The protective kiss can save Tatara from a lethal blow once.
- Baito-chou is recovering stamina at a rate that is biologically impossible outside of a dungeon.
- The Torakuma family is funding the household’s massive food expenses.
- The sword ‘Wind-Forest-Fire-Mountain’ was meant as dowry/preparation money for Yohira.
- Mitsuha has ogre-like strength and used to break things similarly to the Part-time Leader.
- Ethelena is level 42 and focusing on scout-type skills.
- Yohira is training her ‘mind’s eye’ by adventuring with her eyes closed.
- Tatara has a mental block regarding measuring/seeing women’s skin for crafting (dogi).
- Tatia’s XP gain is currently x8 due to overlapping skill effects.
- The Torakuma house is facing a severe succession crisis due to a lack of male heirs in other houses.
- The new Golem looks like a ‘preschool teacher’ and has a surprisingly arrogant personality.
- Tatara’s strength was completely sapped by ‘Erotic Sorcery’ before he could resist.
- The ‘Earth Mother Series’ is an open secret and highly coveted by noble families.
- Tatara knew his wife was the crane all along.
- Tatara surpassed the crane’s weaving skills in just three days.
- The actors ‘Archangel’ and ‘Poster Girl’ are likely the same woman playing different layers of the role.
- The pun at the end relies on the Japanese word ‘Sagi’ meaning both heron and fraud
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Character Insight:
Tatara shows significant moral growth and restraint; despite being under the influence of ‘Sex Sorcery’ and liking her body, he prioritizes the Chef’s well-being and future over his own safety. The Chef reveals a deeply vulnerable side, moving from a divine ‘terminal’ of world laws to a woman experiencing the agony of unrequited love and self-sacrifice.
Tatara is showing signs of ‘craftsman obsession,’ using world-class materials for a mere hobby figure to escape his emotional stress. Chef is becoming more aggressive in her affection, moving from teasing to a deep concern for his survival.
Tatara is settling into a ‘motherly’ role, worrying about everyone’s health and training. Ichika is becoming more comfortable being called ‘family.’
Tatara continues to show his loyalty and pragmatism, preferring to share knowledge than let it be a source of conflict. Ethelena reveals a predatory, obsessive side, shifting the tone of their relationship toward a ‘yandere’ dynamic.
Tatara shows growth from a cynical actor questioning plot holes to a man deeply in love who prioritizes his wife’s future happiness over his own comfort at death.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the ‘shrine maiden’ (miko) trope to explain the mechanics of power loss in this world, linking virginity to divine connection.
The ‘Castle of Iron’ refers to Mazinger Z, and the ‘Hero King’ figure refers to GaoGaiGar/Frame Arms Girl crossover aesthetics. The Author uses Tatara’s crafting as a way to introduce deep world-building lore (Automaton Maidens).
The ‘Butagiku’ insult is a play on Hinagiku’s name, replacing ‘Hina’ (chick) with ‘Buta’ (pig).
The author uses technical RPG math to explain the ‘broken’ nature of the protagonist’s party growth, a common trope in LitRPG web novels.
The story parodies the ‘Tsuru no Ongaeshi’ folklore while utilizing ‘Archangel’ and ‘Poster Girl’ archetypes typical of light novel character tropes.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Dahlia – The automaton.
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
• Mitsuha – Second daughter of the Torakuma family (Yohira’s sister). She is quiet, awkward, surprisingly deadpan, and possesses a gentle, nurturing side (shown with Cornremu). Hair so long it trailed across the floor like Tomie Kawakami (Junji Ito), face half-hidden by hair, single dark horn (above brow), loose violet robes.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
• Ibara – Eldest daughter of the Torakuma family (Yohira’s sister). She is sharp, formal, and possesses a predatory confidence and dry humor. Relative of the Narrator’s ex-companion (Yohira) and a new house guest/guard. Short black hair (neatly at the shoulder), crimson horn (from forehead), eyes of molten gold, red and black kimono like Shuten-dōji (Fate).
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