On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

I arrived at Haru’s house quite quickly after a brisk jog there, though at a speed that rivalled a sportscar. The exercise felt good, just working my body, and while a few passers-by snapped pictures of me as I ran, there were no distractions, nothing to focus on. Yes, today I’ll be good, and just enjoy myself, hanging out with my increasingly expansive extended family… then tomorrow, it’s back to the Pilgrimage, and…

My thoughts turned towards Mae and the frozen, near-death Su Caihong and Su Liena, waiting silently in their icy tombs for her arrival, which had been delayed more than a millennium past what she had anticipated by the betrayal of the Saint of Swallowed Sorrows. There’s a lesson there, that betrayal and lies, even for a good cause, only returns to you. Karma, perhaps? But I feel she’s suffered enough, and from what little I’ve seen of Kunlun and Su Caihong from Mae’s memories, I doubt So Caihong was a kind, good woman… but again, I daresay her debts have been paid…

My only worry was that my ability to Heal them would be insufficient. My Skills were exceptional, I knew that, but there was still a great deal I didn’t understand about Cultivator spiritual bodies. Regardless of that, I was confident that with my efforts, modern medicine, and help from Selensha, and if necessary, Bintara, for we had trade with the Night Parade regularly so likely could get her a message, at worst we could have them recovering in a hospital, out of immediate danger of death.

But that’s for tomorrow. Today… no worries or stress. I rang the doorbell of the rather nice house in a wealthy neighbourhood in Tokyo, thinking that Suzuki-san was a Minister heading one of the Japanese government’s major departments, so it made sense that he lived a wealthy lifestyle. I’m also not sure whether I’m being a bit egotistical, but since it’s Christmas… it feels good I can finally give my family an even more affluent, secure existence.

I felt a familiar sensation coming closer, and the door opened to reveal a woman, not one I recognised, but the feel of her being an Enthroned Chosen Hero of Haru’s, and thus in effect also mine, was unmistakable. The woman, of Indian or some sort of similar descent, judging by the shape of her face, skin and hair tones, widened her eyes as she saw me, clearly feeling the same connection I did. She then bowed deeply, though the stance was culturally different to our Japanese bowing.

“Noble one, you are welcome here. Please, enter!” She stepped aside, and while I cringed at her over-the-top greeting, I withdrew my shoes into my Storage Bracelet, popping out a pair of slippers, so as not to be rude.

“Is Haru in?” I asked. “Oh, I didn’t catch your name…”

“I am reborn as Surina, noble one. Thanks to your benevolence, and that of Haru, I have a second chance, and I am willing to dedicate it to her and you.”

“That’s… a bit intense.” I muttered, but the woman shook her head, her dark brown skin and tight black curls giving her an exotic appearance.

“Ah, here we are. Master Suzuki, Haru, we have guests.” She opened the door, revealing a tidy and elegant sitting room. I saw Suzuki-san, Haru’s father, resting on a couch, talking to a woman who seemed Japanese, though I could tell she too was one of the three ghostly women, Kondou Kazuo’s victims, that we had Enthroned, bringing them back as we had Haru.

“Oh. It’s you, Oshiro-san.” Suzuki-san greeted me. I could see he still looked tired, though his health had improved considerably since Haru had returned to life, and his hair, which had started fading to grey, was now mostly black again. “Haru said she was expecting you.”

As if summoned by his words, Haru entered the room, followed by the third and final of her fellow victims, a woman with exotic East Asian looks. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Haru was wearing a festive apron similar to my mom’s, and she had a bowl of miso soup in her hands. On seeing me, she smiled warmly, handing the bowl to her companion, before glancing down at my feet.

“Oh, are our guest slippers not good enough for you, Akio?” she chuckled. “And you’re not exactly entering into the festive spirit with your outfit. I don’t need to read your mind to guess that your place is a riot of charming but tasteless festive clothing right now?”

“Haru…” Suzuki-san spoke firmly. “Mind your manners. Oshiro-san’s a guest.”

“Sorry daddy… father.” She cut off her usual very affectionate and somewhat childish address for her parent, a very faint flush on her pale cheeks. “Merry Christmas, Akio. I very much appreciate your gift. By the way, let me introduce them. It seems you’ve met Surina, while this is Sharada.  Fuyumi is with father. It’s rather strange. I’m spring, and we have summer, autumn and winter. Still…” Her eyes glowed with a faint blue flame, as they did when her emotions were disarrayed now, after she absorbed some of the sacred flame of Mount Atago. “…it seems that life, even the afterlife…”

Suzuki-san pursed his lips unhappily at her quip but remained silent.

“…goes on, despite the whims of evil men. I find that reassuring. Oh, take a seat, Akio. I know you’re busy, would you like a drink? Or some breakfast? We can spare some, I’ve made too much.”

“I’m fine. Just here to wish you a happy Christmas and drop off your gifts.”

“More? I’m satisfied with just this. Your timing was quite sneaky too.” Haru flitted over, pushing me down onto one of the unoccupied sofas. Suzuki-san’s house was furnished in a rather Western style, which wasn’t unusual for the rich of Japan. Minimalism wasn’t so desirable when one had space and money to burn. “Was that your idea? And I didn’t know you’d be willing to spend that ether on my comfort. I know how you’re trying to squeeze out every last drop for the big upgrade…”

As words poured out of Haru, I suppressed a chuckle. “Okay, calm down. Firstly, I’ll change to more festive a look later. I only got back from London an hour ago, and… I don’t want to escort Ellie’s chaperone looking too casual. Secondly, you knew better than me what our ether stocks are like. We’re ahead of schedule and that will only improve further.” I turned to Suzuki-san. “Good news is that we might be a go for Rank Four by New Year.”

Before he could reply, Haru narrowed her eyes, still faintly shimmering electric blue. “Ellie? How charming. I’m pleased but not terribly surprised you seem to be hitting it off.” She floated down next to me, crossing her legs, and on seeing my glance, she giggled wickedly. “I imagine you’re considering that old tale about how ghosts don’t have legs? At least I hope so. If daddy catches you checking me out he’ll be angry. Besides, can’t you expand your vision and do it subtly?”

I was glad I’d turned down her offer of a drink, as I’d have been spitting it out in surprise at her humour, which was on a touchy subject for her. Perhaps it’s because she’s more relaxed now she’s met her goal in bringing back the others?

Probably. Haru’s thoughts sounded in my mind. I do feel more at ease, though, if I’m being honest, there’s also a bubbling resentment and fury deep inside me. I was… lucky, if you can call it that. I was a Chosen, so my spirit had the strength to shelter my mind, my memories… these three… I guess unlike Haru, spring, where the blossoms bloom and buds grow, these three seasons don’t give birth to new life. But… don’t make that face. They may not remember more than fragments, but…

“That aside, I’m grateful, and yes, I’m impressed that we’ll be hitting Rank Four soon. Though after that there’s much work to do before I can do the same. These three… they’ll be my assistants at the Ministry and also running our Territory. Learning light element will make them useful snipers, at least.” Haru finished her thoughts out loud.

“We are eager to learn.” Fuyumi bowed, and the others echoed her.

“Oh, anyway, where are my manners. Merry Christmas, Akio.” Haru finally greeted me properly. “I’m so used to you heaping work on me when I see you coming that my defences kicked in with distractions.”

I felt the hot, hard gaze of Suzuki-san on me, and started to sweat a little. It’s fine, I’m sure, but… I almost wonder if Haru’s been drinking, maybe some eggnog or spiced wine to start off the morning? She seems far more… hyperactive… than normal?

How rude! I’m just… feeling the spirit of the holiday. It’s… hitting home to me… that you didn’t lie, that your promises were true. I’m back, able to do anything a woman can, more in fact, and daddy doesn’t have to sit here alone, staring at pictures of me and mother, burning incense sticks in tears. Instead… I have a day off, and new companions, and the world seems brighter. There’s a lot of darkness, an endless sea of it, but… well, forgive me for waxing all sentimental, Akio, but… you’re a light within that.

As are you. You’ve helped so many with your Light.

I know. I know. Though sometimes it’s hard to feel that way. But not today…

“So, before I forget…” Haru gestured, using aether, and a large bag was pulled into her hands, which she pressed into mine. “Here’s Christmas gifts for you and the others. Nothing fancy, but… it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?”

“It most certainly is. And to that end…” I produced my own gifts for Haru. “Happy Christmas. These are for you.”

“And yet you’ve already given me three wonderful presents. The others will be jealous.” Haru snickered, opening up the first box, a smart wooden case, within which lay blue velvet, the same colour as her ghostly flames, and an elongated object, which she picked out reverently.

“A fountain pen? Oh, the craftsmanship is perfect.” Indeed, the shiny, metallic body was engraved with plum and cherry blossoms, evoking spring. “This isn’t just a normal pen, is it? I can feel the presence of aether… and is that earth element?”

“Yeah, it contains a small fragment of blue Etherite, and also the alloy is rich in bluesteel. Earth element is converted to ink. It can be a multitude of colours. Besides, I’m told such pens are a traditional gift between co-workers.”

“In the Ministries and political circles, undoubtedly.” Suzuki-san agreed slowly. “Though giving such is a great sign of respect.”

“All good then. Nobody respects Haru more than I do.” I chuckled. “Oh, present company excepted, Suzuki-san. But the work she’s put in, the trials she’s overcome… I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re in the presence of Japan’s first female Prime Minister.”

As Haru pulled a face, an expression I couldn’t quite decipher, Suzuki-san leaned forward in his chair, nodding, his own expression suddenly more animated. “Yes, you’re right, Oshiro-san, you’re right. Haru has both the acumen, the backstory, and… if you’ll excuse my impoliteness, the backing to succeed.”

“Daddy… father! And you too, Akio!” Haru grumbled. “Don’t be embarrassing me now. Anyway, there’s a second box. This one’s squarer, almost like a large box for jewellery. I do hope it’s not a ring…”

Again, I was glad that I didn’t have my mouth full. Suzuki-san gaped like a landed fish, his face cycling between a red and grey pallor. As she flipped open the box, she suddenly gasped. “Oh, it’s gorgeous. I really shouldn’t, but… women are weak to jewellery, and… bureaucrats to watches.” She glanced over at Suzuki-san, who indeed was wearing an expensive watch, as that and suits were the only politically acceptable ways to show excess.

“Is it engraved too?” she murmured, tracing the delicate blossoms around the face, where small blue sapphires, again, matching the colour of her flames, twinkled. “Oh, it’s a Patek, and not a cheap one…” She narrowed her eyes then. “…I very much hope that Shaeula and the others…”

“Way ahead of you.” I promised. “Everyone got theirs too. But it’s not just a watch. I figured you’d need spatial storage too.”

At my explanation, she made her pen disappear, and then reappear in her hand, faint purple light glittering. “Oh, so it is. How practical, and also how custom-made.” She placed the watch around her wrist, before stowing the pen, case and all, once more. “Please tell me this is all you’ve brought me, Akio, else I’m going to feel dreadful I only got you some cheap trinkets.”

“Hardly. Like I said, I value you greatly, and without your administrative help and control of Kyoto, my job would be far harder. Anyway, this one’s for your father, but you should probably share it. With these three too.” I materialised a bottle of Fae brandy. “Here, for you, Suzuki-san.”

There was a pause, before he stood to accept the bottle. “Call me Akimitsu.” He sighed, glancing at his daughter. “And thank you for your gift. Though… if that’s a Patek Phillipe watch, and a custom one at that, and also… magical technology…” He pursed his lips, grimacing. “There are such things as anti-bribery and corruption legislation for public servants and Ministers, you know? Some might question…”

“And they can question all they like. It’s a personal gift. No repayment required.” I insisted. “Haru and I are colleagues, yes, but above all, we’re friends and comrades who have each other’s backs in battle. I welcome any inquiry. Besides…” I chuckled, a touch bitterly. “…in terms of potential conflicts of interest, my position with Haru, and also Tsukiko, is rather questionable. Hell, even Gin-san, you could argue, is rather beholden to me now.”

“And what do you think of his words, Haru?” Akimitsu-san… might as well not stand on ceremony… asked. “Do you agree with… Akio-kun’s… sentiments?”

She rolled her eyes childishly, while her three companions tried to hide their smiles. “Daddy, don’t be annoying. But honestly, I do. And trust me…” She cradled the watch protectively. “They’d have to pry this watch off my cold, dead corpse. And I don’t mean that in the usual way… the Ministry of Spiritual Matters is in his hands, anyway. Besides, you saw the broadcast, with the Imperial Family…”

“Yes. Quite troubling.” he agreed, placing the bottle down on a nearby table with an audible thud. “Politics has always had certain… boundaries. Separation of Church and State, the West calls it. Since the War, that’s only become more pronounced. But with muddy water… comes both crisis and opportunity. Oh, sit down, Haru. Nobody’s bullying you for your gifts. But I do insist you declare it on the register of gifts and hospitality. Be above board about it. If any staffers investigate, well… I’m sure you have an answer that will satisfy them.” He pinched at his nose as Haru froze. I could see the flickering of their eyes and wondered if they were communicating mentally. Haru didn’t much like doing it with other people, barring me and the twins, or those connected through us, but I knew she could.

Moments later, Haru let out an annoyed sigh. “Don’t listen to daddy. He’s just being overprotective. Anyway, you’re more than welcome to stay a while, but…” She shook her head. “…it feels like working. How unpleasant, but… I’m aware of your schedule. Adamant, yes?”

“And Fenrir, and Daiyu wants me there to witness a ceremony for her new disciples too afterwards. But if you and… Akimitsu-san, oh, and you three…” I nodded at the women we had Enthroned. “…are at a loose end this evening, feel free to pop by. It can’t get any more crowded and chaotic.”

“I don’t know about that.” Haru chuckled. “Though it would be nice to see Shaeula and the others. For now though… let me walk… or rather… float… you to the door.” She winked playfully, and as I exchanged a look with her father, who merely leaked another sigh, I stood. Yeah, It’s going to be a long day. I don’t blame Haru for wanting a quiet time with her family, extended now it is… but there’s a lot to be said for happy chaos as well…

***

“Akio, you are here-here.” Shaeula grinned, rushing over. I’d returned to the Boundary, as we were holding the Adamant, Fenrir and Incorruptible Jade ceremonies. In my Territory, of course, as it allowed the minimum disruption to everyone’s festive plans. “How was Haru? I trust she was-was well?”

“Yes, she was. Before that… you’ve switched to a uniform?” I asked Shaeula, who grinned wickedly, giving me a twirl. “It looks good on you.”

“Of course it does. I look-look fabulous in everything!” Shaeula preened, the military-style uniform a definite departure from her usual wardrobe. Shiro and Hinata were likewise so attired, and both of them gave me a welcoming wave as Shaeula dragged me over. They were on a raised dais, and before them in a clearing were lined up the Adamant members, all in uniform, looking rather dashing, like an all-female ceremonial division. Though I know these girls can fight. Modern day Valkyries indeed…

“How was Haru?” Shiro asked, and I shrugged.

“Good. She’s delighted that her fellow Onryō are finally able to have a life again, but understandably sad they don’t much remember their pasts. She liked the gifts too…”

“I bet she did.” Hinata piped up, winking playfully at me. “We loved ours too. Honestly, the effort you put in can sometimes be a bit overwhelming.”

“I’m not the expert, by any means…” Shiro shrugged. “But Aimi and Hina, as well as those chattering idiots at my dorm, they tell me that guys trying too hard are really off-putting. But shit, sometimes you can go so stupidly far past that it becomes endearing again.”

“Or perhaps it is simply that Akio does not-not do it to attract the hearts of females, but because he truly-truly wishes us well?”

“Yeah, and nobody knows that better than Haru.” Shiro agreed. “Anyway, Hinata, you’re the one in charge, shall we get started?”

“In a moment, yes.” she agreed. Daiyu was sitting to one side, in traditional Cultivator robes, and she gave me a slight smile and inclined her head in greeting. “So, you’ve done it according to my specifications?” Hinata asked me.

“Yeah, fancier gifts for the Officers. It’s basically the same, just with some additional storage capacity, and a slightly larger appearance. Oh, and extra jewels, as you requested. I figured I might as well empty the coffers. As the Mines expand, we’ll soon replenish our stocks.”

“Yes, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty more once we expand the Territory.” Hinata agreed happily. “My treasure senses are tingling. Anyway… the Officers first, then the rank and file. Do try and say something nice to each member, okay? Let me give you a few talking points for our newer and less memorable recruits…”

“Don’t worry, I know what to do. Besides, a lot of them joined to work with you, Shiro or Shaeula. It’s not all about me.”

“If you say so.” Hinata giggled. “Keep deluding yourself. Though they admire us… the end goal is to be your Valkyries. Anyway…” She leaned up and kissed my cheek. “Best get started, Sakura and her family can’t come to dinner until we’re done.”

Looking out over the assembled group, I recognised most of them, and Hinata was rapidly filling me in on the others. Shiro and Shaeula were standing proudly, trying to appear dignified, though Shaeula couldn’t help but wave at some of the members she was close with.

At the front were gathered the Officers. Bell and Teare were standing tall, as well as Danaera, the head of our weaselkin mages. Luciana was there too… she’ll also be part of the Fenrir ceremony. I’m not sure how she can be in both organisations at the same time, but Hinata and the others assure me it all works out… and her stance was perfect and rigid, making me wonder if mercenaries did military drills too. Yu-mi was smiling proudly, head held high, and beside her stood Miyu. Sakura-san was there was well… no, Hinata wanted me to drop any honorifics with her, as she’s trying to make her feel a proper part of our family… it was difficult for me, but I would do my best.

In addition, Nozomi-san, the shy elder Shiraishi, had been promoted, and in the ranks, I could see her younger sister Arisa-san watching with both pride and worry. She was the member I felt most uncomfortable accepting, but I reasoned that so long as I behaved like a perfect gentleman, it’d be fine. In addition, the girl rather… obsessed with Motoko and Natsumi… the twin-braided Watari-san, as well as the tall Ishizaka-san and the sporty, bubbly Hazuki-san, had all been promoted after testing their mettle in the life-or-death battle at Hanafubuki, their willingness to fight being proven. Then there were two idols, Keiko-chan, of course, and the recently healed Matsui-san. Many other idols, including our new recruits from Red and White, were watching from the rear ranks.

The last Officer was a new one, and I realised in horror that she was one of Chiyo-san’s granddaughters from her Yushima Tenjin shrine. I think that’s the eldest one, right? Yushima Yuuna-san, while the younger is Yuuri-san, I believe?

As I frowned nervously, staring at the prim-looking young woman who wore the Adamant uniform as if it was shrine maiden hakama, Hinata whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry, Chiyo-san is aware. We needed someone to represent the shrine maiden contingent, it was getting too unbalanced towards nobles, and she decided to join recently, but when she was run through some challenges, she proved more than up to the task. Consider her the most junior Officer though…”

There’s a lot of overlap. Quite a few idols are also members of the Incorruptible Jade. But then, as it stands, I’m currently the only male member of that, so…

“All right then!” Shiro spoke up loudly, and all eyes were on her. “In a moment, a word from Hinata, and then you’ll get your Christmas gifts. But they’re more than just trinkets…”

“That is quite-quite correct!” Shaeula agreed haughtily. “To be Adamant is more-more than to be merely a warrior. It is a bond-bond, between yourselves, between us, between-between Akio. And it is a promise!”

“That’s right!” Hinata insisted. “A promise. A promise not just from you to us, but from we to you! A promise that the full might we wield has your backs, and those of your family, your friends, your country! But we know, more than ever…” Those who had experience in fighting nodded slowly or pulled wry expressions. “…we can’t be everywhere. Which is why you have to fight when those who can’t are in need, why you have to be the shield, the unbreakable will, for those you cherish! This is only the beginning!” Hinata promised, and as Shiro and Shaeula supported her, they gave an impressive speech about the future. Seeing the mixture of anticipation, worry and excitement on their faces, I let my thoughts drift, enjoying the lack of need for Spilt Thoughts or dual bodies, at least for a while, until the speech wound down.

“…so, in honour of your dedication, your loyalty to your sisters in battle, and to Akio, who will never let you down, who will build a world you can all stand tall in, be proud of… I give you, Oshiro Moonstone Akio, for whom we unbreakable diamonds shine as we adorn him!”

There was polite applause, and I glanced at Hinata sourly, but she only grinned back, knowing exactly why I was uncomfortable with her bold words. Adorning me, huh? I know it’s in the charter, but even so… I’m not demanding their bodies and hearts…

“Hi there. That was quite the speech. I don’t know what to say now.” There was a ripple of nervous laughter from the crowd, and in the distance I could see Aliyah, Treyvon and their fellow mercenaries looking on. Aliyah rolled her eyes at me scornfully, having doubtless heard our words with her enhanced hearing.

“So I’ll be brief. After all, we all want to get this done so we can spend Christmas with our loved ones. Some of you are even coming over.” Sakura glanced down and nodded shyly.

“So then…” I produced a box. “…I’ve got a little present for each of you. I’m quite proud of them. While they’re certainly not as fancy as the ones my fiancées have…” Shiro and Shaeula showed off their watches proudly. “…and even if you ignored the sheer impossibility of me making so many of that calibre, it’d be troublesome in a rather more prosaic way, wouldn’t it?” I chuckled and the watching members of Adamant were smiling. “…they’re still both attractive, I hope, assuming I’ve got good taste, and also functional. The invasion of the Church of True Revelation taught us to be ready for anything, and these… these will help you do that. Never again will you be without your weapons, armour, and hopefully soon, restorative potions and consumable items for defence and offense. This is the beginning!” I was caught up in the moment now. Under the watchful eyes of nearly two hundred members… it keeps expanding. There’s more Fae, I see… and probably more noble daughters. Does Hinata intend to drag in every unmarried woman descended from the Fifty-Eight and Three-Hundred into our clutches… I felt their expectations, their desire for what lay in the future.

Luckily, we had a bounty of spatial element from the migration of the Seelie Court, captured in bluesteel batteries. And that the Materia Tree materials take so well to spatial energies… “Come the New Year, we will advance. All of Tokyo, even unto distant Mount Fuji, shall be ours to nurture and protect. With such an expansion comes both risks and rewards. We’ll gain new resources, new lands to explore. And you’ll be on the forefront. Not just here, but in the Material as well. Just as those of you who fought did last time, and will next time, and the time after… you’ll stand. Unbreakable! Incorruptible! As pure and as brilliant, as beautiful as diamonds! And we’ll make sure you have the tools needed to shine brightest, just as diamonds are merely pretty pebbles until polished and faceted! Now then…” I stepped forward, to the steps at the front of the dais. “Officers, come forth one by one, and receive your Christmas gift, your reward for your devotion!”

“For someone who doesn’t entirely approve, Aki’s doing a damn good job of winning their hearts and minds…” Shiro whispered theatrically, meant for us all to hear, and that broke the tension as Shaeula and Hinata giggled. First to come to me was Miyu, a gentle smile on her pretty face, with Michiru standing proud in the rank and file.

“You know…” I smiled ruefully as I offered her the first of the diamond-shaped badges, gemstones set into it showing her rank. She took it with her slender, piano-playing fingers, her hands pale but now not the weak, trembling ones of a bitter girl, but strong, resolute ones of a woman. “…you didn’t have to join up. You’re already my Vassal, and… knowing you and Michiru, it seems… unfair.”

“Oh? Why?” Miyu smiled, rather more teasing than I was used to. “Michiru is a girl, as am I. There is no conflict of interest. Besides, it matters little. You took me from grandfather, my life is to be used as you will it.” She pinned the badge on proudly. “Next year, you say… once all of Tokyo is in your hands, I have ideas. Hopefully they will win me a reprieve from Dancing…”

“Don’t count on it.” I grinned, and she stepped back, allowing Yu-mi to take her place.

“I feel rather humbled to be here. Yet also somehow rather unhappy.” She glanced at the three on stage, her eyes lingering on their watches. “I was in the market for a nice new watch, you know? I’d have shown my father…” She chuckled, before glancing back at the Korean girls she’d brought over. “Next year, they’ll be Officers too. And I’ll have moved up to a Sub-Commander. I’m confident!”

“That reminds me.” Hinata grinned. “If I’m High Commander, and Shaeula and Shiro here are Commanders… I suppose you can call Daiyu, Eri and the rest honorary Commanders too, girls…” she explained loudly. “…then the Officer ranks are as such… we’re keeping it simple for now, as we don’t anticipate numbers getting much past a thousand or so, not for a year or two anyway…”

I winced at that. A thousand? Please spare me. If I used Adamant like my personal harem, I’d have to get Hyacinth to grow me a whole forest of those damn phallic mushrooms!

“Regardless, as Commanders we set overall policy, but on the field… your Officers will lead. The highest Officers, Sub-Commanders, shall be five jewel Officers. Or Asscher. Then, those who command a hundred shall be four jewel, Brilliant. Those that command ten, a squad, shall be three jewel, Marquise. And lastly, special Officers, who serve specific purposes, shall be two jewel, Pear.We…” Hinata added laughingly. “…are six jewel, Princess.”

“Named after famous cuts of diamonds. Clever.” Yu-mi enthused. She then bent down, grabbed my hand and pressed her lips to the back of it. Her face was pink, but she winked cheekily when it was done. “My fealty is yours, Akio. And thank you for the lovely gift.” She pinned on her badge proudly, stepping back, allowing Bell up.

“Good speeches.” she grinned. With her deep blue cascade of hair and eyes that weren’t a mortal shade, combined with her Elven looks, she was a gorgeous figure. “We Way-Wardens love a rousing speech. Now, if we all tarry, you’ll never get to leave so…” In an act of sudden boldness she seized my lips. I could have evaded, but it didn’t seem right. Several of the watching women stared, fidgeted, blushed, or in the case of Watari-san, drooled openly… so it’s not just Motoko and Natsumi she admires?

It wasn’t a deep kiss, but our lips were locked together, and I could feel her modest but enticing breasts pressing against me. She parted, bending so as to leave no doubt she wished me to attach the badge myself, and to where, and with a red face, I did it, placing it on her chest.

“I don’t want any misunderstandings. Grandfather thinks of politics. I, and I think Teare too, thinks the same…” Her green-haired fellow Elf nodded. “…are just taken with you. But we Elves don’t see the passage of time as you mortals do. But we’re learning impatience. So… next year, I’ll be there!” She nodded at the dais.

She skipped back, and Teare came forward. “I’m not as bold as Bell, and… I haven’t had my chance to impress you yet. But I will.” She patted her larger chest, and indeed, Teare had quite the impressive bosom, and with her moss-green hair like a display of natural beauty, she was hard to resist. “I’ll not kiss you, but…”

I pinned on the badge, and she stepped back happily. “…I’ll be proving my worth this coming year,”

Next up was Danaera. Oddly enough, the weaselkin didn’t look particularly comical in her uniform, due to the elegant design, and Shaeula couldn’t resist making a bawdy comment.

“If you wish-wish to win his favour, you had best-best master mortalform as soon as possible.”

The shy wind elemental caster gave a modest, toothy smile, accepting the badge, backing off.

Behind her was Luciana, who strode up boldly. “Quite la occasion, no?” She formed her hands into a diamond salute. “I hope you have something nice for Aliyah, else she is likely to detonar,boom, like a grenade. Regardless…” She eyed Shauela, exchanging a nod, before clasping my hand. “I did not think, when we met in Las Vegas, it would come to this. It seems I am talentosa, gifted, so…” Wind and earth surged around her, as well as a shining ball of indigo light. “…as Marquise, dos joyas, I shall fight and keep those under me safe. I learned from some strong-willed niñas y niños, yes?”

Taking the badge from me, she wore it proudly on her shoulder.

“I’m next. It’s an honour, Akio-kun.” Keiko-chan, the idol I had saved from danger, the idol who had confessed on national television I was her ideal crush, grinned at me, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I’m not much of a fighter, yet, but… just as I’ll be an idol, a Cultivator, and… someone you and my friends and colleagues can rely on… I’ll be trying my best!”

“That’s all anyone can ask.” I agreed, offering her the badge, which she used to tie up her hair asymmetrically, a very charming style.

“I kind of get how Yu-mi feels.” she said as she backed away. “But for now… I’ve got to help you take Japan and the world by storm. Just like Juu-chan here.” She made way for Matsui-san, who seemed a little overawed, if anything, by the splendour. When she reached me she bent her knees, pulling off a passable curtsy, which Shaeula applauded loudly.

“It’s an honour to be here, Akio-sama. One I’m not sure I’m worthy of, but… like Keiko-chan, like all of us who stand here, I’ll give my all!”

“I’m glad, but… I’m curious as to your intentions.” I asked, and Matsui-san gave me a brilliant smile, even as her hands trembled.

“I thought my dream had died. You brought it back. And gave me renewed purpose. Idols are to give joy, bring a little happiness to the drab lives of those who strive to live day-to-day. Now, more than ever, that’s needed. But before, to be an idol was to be worshiped. We’ll be that. A band of sisters who bring the security and happiness you bring to us…” She glanced back at Keiko-chan and her fellow idols, and Ema-chan couldn’t help but grin, her youth making her bold. “…just as you saved my beloved juniors from being despoiled, from evil, I promise to uphold the dignity of this position and save others. I have no loftier ambitions. Though…” She winked cheerfully. “I may be alone in that. But in all honestly… a lot of the Adamant Oaths are similar to how we live as members of AKB. No untoward relationships, no scandals, hard work… so… I’m content.”

Surprised by her explanation, I blinked, considering, but she remained waiting, still smiling politely. I then retrieved the badge, and she placed it on her shoulder, tapping it to show her pride. Then next came Nozomi-san, and…

“Are you surprised? I do not wish to speak out of turn, but…”  She bowed so deeply her forehead almost touched the floor. “I, Shiraishi Nozomi, was ungrateful and shameful.” She straightened herself, and as she was a tall, well-endowed young woman, with long black hair cut in a similar fashion to Motoko, with big, brownish-black eyes, she cut a dashing figure in her uniform. “I now know it. Our family was not just foolish, but part of a plot to destroy all that the nobility held dear. I hope… I only hope I can offer myself, body and spirit, to make amends. Arisa understands too. She was angry, but… we are Shiraishi house, all that remains of it! Yet the Tengokusentou shall still be our legacy, thanks to your kindness, and that of Hinata-sama, Fujiwara-sama and Ichijou-sama.” She bowed again.

“It’s good that you know it now.” Hinata agreed, well satisfied. “You thought you were being punished for your father’s mistakes, for your fiancé’s disloyalty. Sold off. I can see why. Being sold off is the fate of us all. But here… Adamant is a choice!”

It seemed Hinata was about to make another speech, so I settled in to listen, while Nozomi-san watched on, as if every word was precious.

“Some of you came to us because it was your destiny, like Nozomi-chan, and her sister Arisa-chan. It seemed cold, it seemed cruel, but… no, it was a precious gift. I, Motoko, Natsumi… we all understand. With our life comes privilege but also dread responsibility. We don’t live for ourselves. But in Adamant, you can. Here you can find sisters worth dying for, and better yet, worth living for!” There were nods as she delivered her oratory, impassioned and bold. “All we ask is you give your all. After all, is Akio, the Hero of Britain, Saviour of Choe-Museon, the one who will be tied to both the Imperial Family and the British Royal House of Windsor, not worthy of your dedication? Be his shield, while his sword sweeps the land, cutting down all injustice, and know bliss! Your dreams, we will make them come true! Adamant demands, but… it shall succour you commensurate to your efforts.”

“I understand it well.” Nozomi-san agreed. I passed her the badge and she kissed it, her eyes thoughtful. “Fear not. The Tengokusentou shall stand, and… it shall forever be yours.” She made the diamond salute. “As shall I.”

“Truly noble.” Sakura spoke as she watched Nozomi affix her badge, stepping back, her expression one of acceptance. “You have changed, Shiraishi-san.”

“And I shall change more.” she admitted. “Once the shell cracks, and reality intrudes, to cry, mope and wail about unfairness is simply laughable. In this world, there are those who take, and those… who give, protect. I mistook who was which. Never again, Takatsukasa-sama.”

“Call me Sakura. And there is no need for -sama. Am I not an Officer here, equal in standing to you?”

“But, Takatsukasa house…” Nozomi-san began, only for Sakura to reach out, patting her shoulder.

“Is irrelevant. Even if Hinata had not taken my seat from me, here in Adamant, our house, our blood means nothing. There are the Fifty-Eight, the Three-Hundred, shrine maidens, commoners, Fae, foreigners, even a couple of Yōkai. All are Adamant. A sisterhood. So I am no different. I am more fortunate than most, perhaps.” Sakura bowed to me, planning to go as low as Nozomi did, but I reached out my arm, stopping her.

“No need for that. You’re family. I mean, we’ll see you at dinner in a few hours. How’s Minoru-kun doing, by the way?”

“He is well. Still excited about being a superhero.”

“Don’t worry, Aki. We’re giving him very careful training, gentle as handling a baby’s ass.” Shiro joked crudely.

“Indeed. My younger brother does not know the disgrace of our family. Father… he still cannot accept things have changed, so remains in ‘seclusion’, for his ‘ailing health’. With aid from my aunt, mother is managing matters. And with help from Hinata, of course.”

“Don’t be like that, Sakura. We’re all in it together! For the good of Japan, Takatsukasa house, and Akio!” Hinata insisted.

“In that case, you should have stopped Nozomi-san’s supplication.” Sakura shook her head, seeming a slightly more mature version of her cousin right now as she rebuked me politely. “Adamant is your family too. After all, we owe our heart to no other man.”

“It’s not meant that way.” I insisted again. “But you’re right. Sorry Nozomi. You are family, so no need to be so humble. If you think you’ve made mistakes, well… you plan to do better, so all I can say is that I’m proud of you.”

She nodded, hair hiding her face, and Sakura concurred. “I may be weak, and it is quite the uncomfortable turnaround being under Hinata’s wise guidance…”

Snickers from Shiro and Shaeula punctuated that comment, while Hinata only smiled wryly.

“…but if she can become who she is today, confident, brave, noble and more beautiful than ever, as her cousin, I shall do no less.” She stood, waiting for the badge, and I handed it to her, and she affixed it to her waist. “I shall see you shortly then. Next year… you should probably hold your Christmas gathering at the Tengokusentou. It might barely accommodate us all…”

As I watched Sakura step back, her parting words gently teasing, I realised she’d changed a lot from our brief meetings, and from what I’d been told about her. It was hell in Hanafubuki, but she stepped up, as… as did these three.

Watari-san was first up, licking her lips, breathing fast, and I recognised the signs. Yeah, we’ve got a mini-Christina here. Hopefully she’s not too far gone. “Oh, I should salute, right?” She wiped at her lip and placed her hands together in the diamond. “Uh, so… aren’t Motoko-sama and Natsumi-sama here?”

“I’m afraid they’re at home, too bad.” I chuckled at her naked desire.

“I’d be more than happy to accompany you!” Her sloppy smile definitely resembled Christina’s, when she was about to say something dumb. “Adamant Oaths! I’d be very attentive, but I don’t know much about how to serve properly, so… my seniors would have to demonstrate, give me some hands-on tutoring… ah?”

Ishizaka-san pulled her back, bowing apologetically to me. “I’m very sorry, Akio-sama.” She then forced Watari-san’s head down, turning towards Hinata. “I’m sorry Hinata-sama, Shiro-sama, Shaeula-sama. You know how she is, she means no disrespect!”

“Oh I don’t mind. She’s funny.” Hinata giggled. “Akio might though, he’s fiercely jealous…”

“All right, it’s just a joke. Anyway…” I glanced at Hazuki-san, who understood my intentions and joined her friends. “You three, good job. Along with Sakura, as well as…” I nodded to Honoka, who was still in the ranks. She was a bit too young and green to be made an officer, Hinata had mentioned, but obviously as Miyu’s cousin and a Fujiwara, if she performed well promotion was a given.

“…Honoka. In fact, everyone here.” I raised my voice. “I’m proud of you all. Though I’m afraid Motoko and Natsumi shall have to live without you today, Watari-san.” My joke broke the awkward, cloying atmosphere. “But in terms of hands-on experience…” She flushed, more from embarrassment this time. “…I’m sure that we’ll be training everyone in the new Tsumura Style. You’ll be crying from a different emotion after that, I’m sure.”

“Oh… right.” she stammered, and I reached out, patting her head, which made her blush harder. “Anyway, good job defending your schoolmates during the attack. You didn’t step back once.” I handed her the badge, and she bit her lip, before attaching it to her jacket.

“Neither did you, Ishizaki-san, and you stepped up to… distract your friend from causing trouble. Officer material if ever I saw it…” I continued.

She was blushing now but gratefully accepted the badge.

“And lastly, Hazuki-san. I guess you’re the calmest of the trio?”

“I’m not sure about that. Ishizaki-san’s got a cool head in a crisis.” She took the badge I offered, pinning it to her thigh. “So, we can store stuff and take it out instantly?”

“Yeah. No more having to carry around bags of gear. I heard you were disadvantaged that way during the attack. The space isn’t massive, but it should hold enough, especially for you Officers.”

“That’s amazing.” Hazuki-san was impressed. “And I’ll accept it gratefully, and with honour. Oh and… uh…” She leant in close, embarrassed. “My… father… would very much desire a meeting with you to discuss… future cooperation.”

Her family runs a major accountancy firm, right? That might not be so bad, I know that Barclays, Chase Bank and Fukumoto house are running things for me as it stands, but a little diversification never hurts. “Okay, sure, but it’ll have to be after I get back from Britain in the New Year, okay?”

“Oh… yeah… thank you!” Hazuki-san’s expression changed, and she stepped back, head down. Watari-san gave me a rather heated stare, and behind me, I could hear Hinata and the others sniggering again.

Oh? Does he mean… that sort of cooperation? I can dissuade him, it’ll be fine. I’m sorry for Hazuki-san’s nerves in the meantime though. Time to change the subject. Though not to a pleasant one. I could feel my face cramping, as I observed Yuuna-san. Seeing she was the last Officer, she approached, and noticing my discomfort, correctly understood my worries.

“It’s fine, Akio-sama. Granny Chiyo understands. In fact, I’m getting some praise for my hard work.” The young woman smiled at me, making the diamond sign. “She says, and I quote… ‘you youngsters get along well now. I doubt very much that you have the time nor the inclination for my granddaughter, Akio-kun, but since you’re both consenting adults… just be sure to take responsibility. I can’t abide faithless men.’” She chuckled, face red. “Honestly, I’m inclined to agree with granny. You’re not a skirt chaser. If you were, how could you resist some of us here?” She glanced at her fellow Officers, Keiko-chan and Matsui-san. Anyway, for the honour of Yushima Tenjin and the Kami, I’ll do by best. And for my sisters too.” She bowed, and received her badge of rank gratefully, taking it in both hands, cradling it as if it was precious. Which of course it is.

“All right then. Applause for our brave Officers!” Hinata ordered, and the crowd duly obliged. She then glanced sympathetically at me. “It’s a good thing time runs faster here. Anyway, now for you ordinary members. You’ll be one jewel, Heart. As you will be the heart and spirit of Adamant. But don’t worry, we’re a group with prospects.” Hinata insisted. “Akio will come to you and hand out your badges. Sadly, if you want a personal ceremony, then get promoted!” She winked. “I’m a businesswoman, I’m all about rewarding hard work. All right then… the sooner we’re done, the sooner we can enjoy a relaxing Christmas.”

As the ordinary members applauded, I glanced out over the ranks. There were a few members who made me a bit uncomfortable, such as Noboru-san’s gyaru daughter Sana, or Hisano-chan, Yasu-kun’s niece who was constantly growing in confidence, and Yae, of course, who was looking at me with a wistful fondness… I’ll have to give her a little something extra later.

Still, these women, for their own reasons, be they selfish or altruistic, or simply human, were prepared to fight and perhaps suffer injury or death for their futures and those of the ones they loved, so I’d never denigrate their sacrifices and will. Putting on my best smile, I reached into the box, readying a number of the lesser badges, ready to dispense them like a particularly affluent Santa, while I could feel the amused gazes of Aliyah and her crew looking on, waiting for their turn…