The last petals drifted silently to the ground, blackened fragments of a once-pure beauty. Shiro Tsukiyari stood among them, her spear lowered but not at rest. The cursed village lay still at last; the Yokai that had infested its alleys and courtyards were no more.
She remembered every step: the drowned paths by the river, where spirits whispered just beyond sight. The flickering lanterns on abandoned porches, swaying though no wind stirred. And the grotesque shapes of the corrupted dwellers—twisted Oni, their claws scraping at the earth as if digging graves for the living.
Shiro had cut her way through them all. Each strike of her yari echoed like thunder against the hollow silence of the village. She fought not for glory, but to drive back the shadow that had claimed this place. Even when the corrupted blossoms fell thick as snow, choking the air, she did not falter.
The forest spirits had revealed themselves to her, one by one, guiding her with faint glimmers of light. They were not bound by malice, but by sorrow—fragments of life swallowed by the curse. To each she bowed, letting the spear rest upon the ground, her silver hair shimmering in the pale glow of their blessing. It was as though the very soul of the forest acknowledged her resolve.
The battles left their mark. She remembered the clash at the heart of the village—Yokai whose strength seemed bound to the cursed blossoms themselves. The clash of steel, the cries of rage, the endless swarm of dark energy—yet the moonlight had remained at her side. With every thrust of her spear, the curse was driven back, until even the most dreadful of the demons fell silent.
Now, standing at the crossroads where the village paths converged, Shiro lifted her gaze. The trees still bore their tainted blossoms, but the air had changed. The oppressive weight, the choking miasma—it was fading. The curse was broken, at least for now.
The spear gleamed in her hand, reflecting the moonlight as though it carried a fragment of it within. The road ahead was long, and the demon that had taken her parents still roamed free. But Shiro Tsukiyari had proven herself—her journey had truly begun.
Watch the moonlight on its journey through the night: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQRPy70pDgKX7CFWuDW2KHDHoNhxBIURK
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