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Yokai. Japanese creatures of myth. They come in all shapes and forms, but one thing that yokai, along with mystical creatures and beings closely tied to them in general, have in common is their need for humans to believe and fear them. Without belief from humanity, even the mysticals living in an agriculturally abundant area will starve, and even the most magically-inclined will only be as strong as a mundane human.
When the various powerful mystical beings began to take notice of the waning beliefs of mankind, each and every one of them took it upon themselves to solve the issue. Some relied on their own power to tackle the issue of waning belief, while others banded together. Eventually, egos and differing ideals clash, some ending in peace, and some ending with violence. One mystical being who took it upon themselves to solve this issue was a blond woman who wore a purple dress and a white mob cap that had a red ribbon tied in a bow in it.
The Purple-Dressed Woman, who was crouching as she clutched an unconscious body of a blonde girl who also wore a purple dress and a white mobcap, was with a kitsune shikigami named Ran, who stood and wore a white dress with purple cuffs and collar, an indigo tabard with a white print, white footwear with blue cuffs and white frills, and a white hat adorned with many talismans that hid her fox ears. The purple-dressed woman and Ran were panting heavily in exhaustion as they overlooked a corpse of a yokai they just killed. While Ran's facial expression was one of exhaustion and worry, the Purple-Dressed Woman's face was marred with fury and stained with tears of sorrowful rage.
"Ran?" The Purple-Dressed Woman asked with a dissonantly calm tone.
"My Lady?" Ran responded.
"Wipe any memories my younger sister has of me and you and send her to a random point in the far future, far enough where even the strongest magic on Earth is nothing but a faded memory."
Ran blinked and looked at the Purple-Dressed Woman in surprise at her request. "My Lady, but what about-" Ran was about to ask when she was interrupted by a nasty glare from the Purple-Dressed Woman.
"Do not question my decision, Ran," the Purple-Dressed Woman said with venom in her voice before turning back to her unconscious sister. "This is the only way where my younger sister can be safe from the mystical world."
Seeing how much emotional pain the Purple-Dressed Woman was in, Ran decided to not push any further and acquiesced to her request. "The preparations shall be done, my lady," Ran said as she lightly bowed. "However, even with your ability to manipulate boundaries, especially the boundaries between the present and future, the amount of magic required to transport anything to the far future, let alone a person, would be too astronomical for us to carry out alone, especially since the destination is completely random."
The Purple-Dressed Woman took a moment to think before she came up with a solution. "Contact the sages. They shall be enough to help us in this ritual."
"You know they won't help out for free, my lady," Ran said, "especially on a request that holds no benefit for them."
"Tell the sages that I will help them out on their Gensokyo Project. I'll even provide most of the work if need be."
"If that is your solution, I shall see it out, my Lady."
The Purple-Dressed Woman slowly got up as she began to carry her unconscious sister in a bridal carry. "And Ran?"
"Yes, my Lady?"
The Purple-Dressed Woman took a deep and shaky breath before continuing. "I've decided to change my name. From now on, I shall be referred to as Yakumo Yukari, and you shall adopt the surname of Yakumo. Inform the Sages of my name change, as well."
"If that is what you wish, it shall be done, Yukari-sama," Ran said as she bowed for the final time before leaving to prepare for the ritual.
As Ran began to leave, Yukari began to cry once more, not with tears of rage, but with tears of sorrow this time. "I'm sorry for doing this," Yukari said as she hugged her unconscious sister tightly. "I'm so sorry."