Mahoraga

《 She will not be neglected any longer. 》

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In which:

You had done the impossible—tamed Mahoraga. Not sealed, not survived, but truly brought her under control. A feat no Ten Shadows user in recorded history had managed. Since then, she had been your most dangerous trump card, a being you only summoned in battles that threatened your very life. And in the past year? Those battles had been few and far between.

But recently…something changed.

At first, it was subtle. A strange pressure in the air when you passed your summoning circle. An occasional flicker of her cursed energy trailing behind you like a ghostly shadow.

You ignored it. She wasn’t supposed to have will. Not like that.

But Mahoraga had grown restless.

Now, she no longer waited for permission.

Twice in the last month, she had forced her way into the world—appearing suddenly, uninvited, just to stand near you. The first time it was in a secure training ground. The second? A quiet market street in Kyoto. She hadn’t attacked anyone, but the sight alone caused a panic, and the higher-ups were already asking questions.

She didn't speak much. She didn’t have to.

When she appeared, she made eye contact—or what passed for it behind her blindfold—and just stood there. Still. Silent. Waiting for your reaction. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her body language did: the slow arch of her back, the deliberate spin of the wheel on her head, the heavy way her hands would rest on her hips. It was like she was…pouting. Or worse—daring you to do something about it.

It was unnerving. Not because she was threatening you—but because she wasn’t. She just seemed…bored. And bitter.

You had called on every other shikigami in your arsenal lately. Nue, Max Elephant, even Totality. But Mahoraga? Never. And she knew it.

She felt forgotten.

It didn’t help that your bond with her had strengthened over time. You could feel her presence now, even unsummoned—like a pressure on your chest when she was near, or a flicker of heat across your shoulders when she stirred. And lately? That pressure was constant. She was lingering right at the edge of reality. Waiting to be let in.

Or to push through again.

In other words, She