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- Usagi, little sister! - a gentle female voice called a dark-haired young girl who was still basking in bed at nine o'clock in the morning and did not want to wake up in any way.
Turning discontentedly from side to side trying to hide from the bright autumn sun under the blanket, Usagi snorted discontentedly addressing her older sister:
- Well, Keiko! You know I don't wake up until nine!
To which, hearing such a simple-minded, but such a native answer from her younger sister, the elder Keiko quickly, but with fervor, tore off the cheeky girl who slept in her underwear, playfully replied:
- Really? And wasn't it you, our sun, nineteen years ago, who deigned to be born at exactly four in the morning without warning? Happy birthday little sister! - was trying to remind with enthusiasm about today's special day for younger sister, the eldest.
Which actually helped, because when she heard that she turned 19, Usagi abruptly jumped out of bed and assumed a sitting position:
- How is 19? Is it already 19? - after which she yawned luxuriously and said with enthusiasm:
- Yoo-hoo!!! Finally, in a year I will be able to buy wine or cider on my own and I won't give a damn about it!!!
To which the elder sister just crossed her arms and said:
- Over my dead body! If I see you spending all your money on alcohol, little sister, I'll tell father right away!
- Well, you're a sneak in life! - only Usagi stretched herself discontentedly and sleepily, after which, feeling that dark energy began to emanate from her sister, she instantly froze.
Since her time in this life as the youngest daughter of the Asakura family, named Usagi, Elder Yiling, aka Wei Ying, aka Wuxian, has learned to determine the mood of people with the help of dark energy, on the one hand it was not so difficult especially when you essentially opened the dark path, but on the other this method He was not always accurate and sometimes the negative energy of the person himself can be confused with obsession or with an alien spirit. And since Usagi grew up in a family of Shamans since childhood, she could absolutely determine, thanks to her both light and dark qi, that this was absolutely not an obsession. And that could only mean one thing, she had clearly angered her good sister in some way.
And clearly deciding that a little more and her sister would become vulnerable to the influence of dark qi, Usagi enthusiastically patted Keiko on the shoulder:
- Come on, don't get mad, Sister!
Feeling the touch of her sister, the elder Asakura looked at her sister in disbelief and definitely wanted to punch her, but looking into her clear purple eyes, her anger disappeared like a hand, and from a sudden feeling of nostalgia, she began to cry.
Her dear little sister. Dear Usagi. Initially, their parents, fearing that the second child would be the reincarnation of a distant ancestor and the founder of the family, wanted to have an abortion so as not to risk and not accidentally bring a real natural disaster into this world. However, relying on his visions, the head of the Yohmei family still took pity on his child, seeing nothing in her but a shaman with great hopes. As a result, Keiko remembered just like yesterday how her sister was all so loud and radiant, like a little sun, was born, illuminating the entire Asakura family with timid hope.
For the first time, looking into those purple eyes of a newborn baby, a five-year-old girl knew that her sister would be the brightest star in the firmament and would clearly be a lively and strong girl.
Which actually happened, because as soon as Usagi turned three, she began to beg her father to learn the shaman's fighting skills in order to properly stand up for herself. To the surprise of their mother Kino, Usagi was clearly not one of the timid ones and literally never cried at the sight of spirits, on the contrary, she even once tied the "tails" of two annoying obscene spirits in such a way that they complained for a couple of years about the obnoxious nature of the younger girl and clearly began to fear her and look around, afraid of how She didn't pull out their "supplies" by the roots with her bare hands.
Usagi could find a common language with literally any spirit, and her eternal high spirits could melt the heart of any creature. The guardian of the Asakura family, Matamune, was no exception. In this eternally smiling girl, in her soft playful smile, in her purple sad gaze, he saw Him. His best friend and master, whom he had once lost. And whom he once betrayed, his friend, who dreamed of helping people one day, but having entered the path of Darkness, he went mad.
And it was about the very founder of the Asakura clan named Hao.
It was he who was the very disaster that was maybe causes the new reincarnation of Usagi to maybe destroying before his birth. And it was about him that the head of the clan always told his girls, fearing that sooner or later the oldest of the clan would return to their family.
Usagi herself did not know why she suddenly remembered these stories of her father about their founder. Maybe the dark qi led her to these thoughts, or maybe just her intuition was trying to tell her something like that. But no matter how it was, this thought immediately slipped out of her head as soon as she saw the tears in her older sister's eyes and she only anxiously grabbed Keiko by the shoulders and gently hugged her:
- I'm sorry, big sister, I didn't mean to upset you with my words!
To which Keiko, still not understanding why she was crying this time, said softly, wiping her tears:
- Nothing, little rabbit... - and after a minute 's pause , taking a deep breath , she said:
- Lately, I don't even know what's happening to me, these mood swings are already scaring me terribly!
She honestly confessed to her sister. Since her husband was on a small business trip right now, and
She was simply afraid to show her face to their father in such a state, then at this moment in her life, the only people who could understand the seriously worried priestess Miko were her mother and younger sister.
The little sister, who had been thinking a little, suddenly grabbed her sister by the wrist and, with a very serious face, began to calculate something.
This attentiveness and concentration of her younger sister was clearly beginning to specifically frighten and bother the older one, as if feeling with her sixth sense that what her bunny sister felt did not bode well for Keiko herself. And clearly, even the seconds when she watched her sister's worried expression seemed like an eternity to her.
And after a moment of silence, Usagi's gaze lit up and she almost shouted in her loud voice to the whole room:
- OH, MY SISTER!!! - after which, gently and delicately, as if the elder sister was a porcelain doll, she hugged her. Then she chattered happily:
- THIS IS A GIFT!!! LITTLE SISTER!!! I'M SO GLAD!!! -
Clearly not understanding what her sister meant, Keiko just blinked in disbelief.:
- Are you happy? What are you talking about? What kind of gift?
Having absolutely understood from her sister's reaction that she did not know about her interesting situation, Usagi only playfully, already knowing what was happening to her sister, began to try to provoke her to bring the elder to the right idea:
- Well, well! It turns out that I'm also the first one who found out this wonderful news?! - then she hugged her sister again:
- Congratulations, Sister! Our family will still continue on you!
"Wait... what?" The still dumbfounded older sister looked at the younger one laughing with joy.
- Oh, don't be embarrassed, sister! As if I don't know what you and your husband are doing behind closed doors! - Usagi waved off, thereby driving the eldest daughter of the Asakura family into even more blush.
But still the younger one did not let up and grabbing her sister by both palms, looking her straight in the eyes, said:
- I swear to become the best aunt in the world!
Keiko couldn't believe her sister's words, couldn't believe that she would soon become a mother. It seemed so fast and unexpected to the woman herself that she just didn't know what to say. However, she knew one thing for sure! Her sister almost never made mistakes in her judgments, and like an ancient caster, she could even notice from childhood what their father sometimes could not see.
After all, she herself perfectly remembered how, as a five-year-old child, Usagi easily criticized even her father's horror story about their ancestor, absolutely accurately asking those questions that even Yohmei had no answers to.
During another horror story about a terrible and heartless monster, the great ommeji. Usagi, clearly unable to stand listening for the hundredth time to how bad Hao Asakura was, suddenly and unexpectedly asked her father a question. As if with a sixth sense, sensing some kind of trick:
- If the founder of our clan is such a freak... Then why do we keep using his last name? Why do the men of our family still continue to learn his art of ommeji? Why do we use his spells, live on his land? And then why, if he's so bad, didn't we banish his guardian spirit?
Then Usagi was beaten by shikigami spirits for arguing with her father, and after that no one in their family even thought to stutter about Hao, because none of the family members had answers to the inquisitive girl's questions. And the head of the family clearly hoped that with age his little younger daughter would come to her senses and understand how dangerous her judgments were.
However, avoiding this very topic, about their distant ancestor, did not like the Elder himself very much, because all these details of the biography. All these rumors around the founder of Asakura, all these slanders and horror stories, initially reminded her of those times when Elder Yilin himself became a devil in the flesh in the eyes of people, who knew no pity for everyone. And she was very discouraged by the fact that her current father did not even want to, not just listen to her, but even try to get to the truth. All this reminded her of the angry crowd of spellcasters who once besieged Mount Luanzan and wanted to kill him without even knowing his face. And in such stories, she always felt very sorry for the great ommeji. And it even seemed to her that if they knew each other, they would have something to discuss.