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Reimu wipes her shoe on the remains of the undead’s clothes, as nonchalantly as one can wipe one’s shoe on a dead body.
She watches the stranger poke some strange thing in the air and has no idea nor desire to know what it is. But she still waits for him to talk, and…
She sighs, a long drawn-out sigh, already tired of this situation. 「I haven’t even been here for a day, and I’m already expected to solve an incident? What kind of hospitality is this? At least greet me with a cup of tea and a short break before making me save everyone…」
Finally, she steps off the undead, and shrugs. 「I doubt I’ll get any rest with these youkai running around anyway, so fine. Come on, then.」
Well, that was different. So much complaining and yet so much care. Was there a word for that? He wandered for a moment, mind tracking the footsteps of a database of words.
“Huh? Oh... got it!” Support mode enabled, right? That was what he’d been built for, and once she’d acknowledged that the pace of this clean-up would only continue, 9S found himself treating it almost like an order. It was easier that way, anyhow. He and the floating device that followed him kept up almost effortlessly, and it was clear that he was used to this sort of thing.
Death and carnage, that is.
“Looks like this area’s just about cleared out.” He adjusted his visor. “So, where’d you... I mean, is it normal for humans to have this kind of strength?”
