One little fact that the Sendai Hakurei no Miko couldn’t seem to quite get over was just how much Gensokyo had changed since she’d been gone. Sure, she’d been gone literal years, but it was still pretty jarring. Most of the old guard was still the same as ever, but there were so many new faces nowadays that she hardly knew where to start. This wasn’t helped that apparently everyone now used this “spellcard system” thing to resolve their disputes. That probably wouldn’t stop being weird to her anytime soon; after all, for all intents and purposes, it seemed like even the most dire of circumstances recently had been resolved with the youkai equivalent of a children’s card game.
Regardless of how new and strange this all was to her, however, she wasn’t the type to dwell on things. As such, she’d almost instantly resolved to travel around and do a meet-and-greet with all of the new faces. Well, first she’d taken a moment to reunite with Reimu and ruthlessly smother her precious baby girl with affection, but she’d headed off straight after that. She’d decided to visit them in roughly the order she’d been told they’d appeared in, and so, she’d made her way to where this “Scarlet” person lived.
It didn’t take long to find the place Reimu had described; the mansion stuck out like a sore thumb in the supremely Asian Gensokyo. The gatekeeper (“Hong Meiling”, apparently) had tried to keep her out, and Sendai had to admit, she was a pretty damn skilled martial artist. Unfortunately for her, she was trying to oppose a Hakurei, who are often regarded as living breathing cheat codes.
Both the gatekeeper and the maid that followed ended being dealt with in the same way; a polite greeting, some friendly small talk, an insistence that Sendai leaves, a refusal, a “fight”, and then Sendai moved on after they’d exhausted themselves fruitlessly attacking her. It was a simple, if rather rude, way of dealing with those she had no interest in harming, but it worked like a charm (and as a miko, she knew her charms). With those two out of the way, the mansion didn’t really have anything to throw at her (unless the library’s inhabitants felt like being social right at this moment).
The kindly tyrannical (or perhaps tyrannically kind) visitor to the Scarlet Devil Mansion strode into the throne room with a steady and unwavering gait, as if she was not, in fact, breaking and entering. It wasn’t a pace filled with confidence so much as it was one that lacked any doubt. It was only when she found herself before the mansion’s Mistress that she deigned to halt her advance, and she considered the vampire as she spoke. She didn’t bother to use her real given name when she introduced herself; if the vampire was a new(ish) arrival, that name wouldn’t mean anything to her anyway. “You must be Remilia Scarlet. I’m Reimu’s mother; you may call me Sendai. Nice to meet you.”
Yes, she was in fact just going to ignore that she’d barged in unannounced and made all but made fools of Remilia’s top two servants; why do you ask?
