Otaku Witch

"This is the greatest sin of rebellion that the patriarchs cannot bear."

The old village chief fell silent upon hearing this. As someone of her age, she fully understood that the young Miss Doctor was absolutely right. The patriarchs did not care about the truth at all. To them, the lives of this group of commoners weren't worth wasting time on. Rather than investigating thoroughly, they preferred to kill wrongly than to let anyone escape.

On Japan, there's everything one lacks, except population.

"Sigh, this is fate. I understand. I'll have everyone in the village disperse; if even one can survive, that's something."

The elderly woman let out a long sigh, then said so.

This was the only solution she could think of as an elder nearing the end of her days—staying in the village would mean certain death, so better to scatter. If one could escape, that would be a win.

Just like how the patriarchs didn't want to waste effort investigating the lives and deaths of a group of commoners, they also wouldn't relentlessly pursue over such a trivial matter. As long as the people in the village were slightly lucky, some of them would survive, and hiding away would ultimately mean safety.

Anyway, this is how everyone managed in the past. This remote village was originally established by refugees, and now their descendants have to face the same choices the ancestors did.

In these times, this is how things are, and most villages on this island arose this way.

"No, elder, why should we run? Have we not run enough?"

Butterfly Zhen suddenly opposed, a flame igniting in her eyes.

"There is no path in this world; as more people walk it, a path is formed."

"Although there's no clear path now, there will be one in the future because our generation will strive to carve a new path."

"We simply wish to live well, yet even such a small desire is forbidden by the patriarchs. If they're making it hard for us, then we won't allow them to live easily either."

"Since they think we are rebelling, let's truly rebel."

"We refuse to flee and submit like our ancestors did—that solves nothing. We should face the problem head-on and find a way to solve them."

"This island, this country is ill, and as a doctor, I want to heal it. That's why I established this Relief Society."

"We will become the sharp scalpel, cutting away all the sick spots on this island."

"Would you like to join us? After all, we're doomed to die either way; why not make a last stand?"

Doctor Witch said loudly, her voice clear to all villagers present. She extended her hand to the old village chief, offering an invitation.

The cherry blossom butterfly-shaped hairpin on her head trembled slightly.

Though small, the butterfly's tiny gust can one day trigger an irresistible storm.

But facing such an invitation, the old village chief's eyes widened in disbelief.

Defy the Chinese Clan? How can this be possible? How can this be achievable?

The elderly woman's worldview was greatly impacted; there was no concept of resistance in her past beliefs, as that meant nothing but courting death.

However...

Just as the young Miss Doctor said, since it's certain death either way, trying a last stand might not be without merit.

The old woman hesitated for a moment.

However, a hand reached over her at that moment and gripped Butterfly Zhen's hand.

"Alright, I'm joining."

The little witch said this seriously.

This was Sanada Kana.

"If Sister joins, then so will I."

The younger sister, Sanada Eiko, also chimed in.

Seeing this, the Sanada Couple exchanged glances and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Since their daughters were going, as mothers, what could they do but join too?

And seeing the response from the Sanada family, other families in the village looked at each other, and soon more stepped forward.

"Count me in."

"Me too, since life like this is unbearable anyway."

"Right, if someone won't let me live, they shouldn't expect to live well either."

"Let's fight so that we won't be called cowards in the underworld."

......

For a moment, the crowd was aroused.

Seeing the reaction from these young people she had watched grow up, the old village chief felt conflicted—worried, yet somewhat gratified.

"Then these children will need a lot of care from you, sir."

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said so.

Yes, the children have grown up, and no longer need someone like her to protect them.

This was a good thing.

Butterfly Zhen smiled at this sight, nodded sincerely, then said,

"Well then, sisters, let's go home first, to that Fantasy Village. From now on, this new home will rely on all our efforts to build."

She led the surviving villagers toward the original Butterfly Village.

In just a few short weeks, that originally impoverished village had been transformed.

With the wealth and various resources continuously sent by Lord Battosai, along with the diligent work of the newly rescued sisters over these days, a brand new city was rising.

Here would be the starting point for the future Fantasy Village, also the promised land mentioned in the Hyakki Witch's Holy Scripture, "Genesis." This city was named All Nations.

In All Nations City, all the sisters were fulfilling their roles—building, farming, patrolling, while the young little witches needed to study at school. In that school, Lord Battosai's envoys, those Hyakki Witches, served as teachers, imparting various unique techniques and the philosophy of "Genesis" to the little witches.

Chivalry defying the law, bearing sharp blades, kindling murderous intent.

Butterfly Zhen did not wish for this ideal land to become another Heian-kyo in the future. Their strength should not exist to oppress other sisters but should be a power to help and protect family.

Mighty strength requires a strong heart to wield, a cage of rules to become its sheath, restraining its edge.

Of course, all of this was still in its infancy, and they, with wings not yet fully grown, needed time to mature.

"But life will surely get better."

Butterfly Zhen watched the newly joined sisters being welcomed by the city's sisters, looked up at the four suns in the sky, and couldn't help but smile with anticipation.

.......

"Yes! Finally collected the money."

Yagyū Jubei handed the last bag of money to Miss Battosai beside her, feeling genuinely exhausted.

After all, this money wasn't freely borrowed. Now, she had nothing left but her swordsmanship. So, in recent days, she had traversed all "friends," borrowing money while repeatedly imparting Yagyū Shinkage-ryū swordsmanship.

Yes, now it's not an exaggeration to say that Yagyū Shinkage-ryū has become the largest swordsmanship school on Japan, with disciples all over the world.

Through this repeated teaching, she gained new insights into swordsmanship.

"Your Excellency, I have found the answer to the question you once asked."

She said to Dorothy, who was carefully counting money.

Homebody Witch: "???!!"

Huh? What was that? Did I ever ask a question?

Dorothy scratched her head, momentarily not recalling.

"If someone uses the swordsmanship I teach to do evil, then naturally there will be people using it to subdue evildoers. Teaching swordsmanship to those who need strength was never wrong. However, this swordsmanship indeed needs a sheath."

"I've recently gained new insights into swordsmanship, inspired by following Lord Tsukimi Kuro. I've thus named these insights 'Copy of the Moon,' the great achievement of Yagyū Shinkage-ryū."

"From now on, those who do not possess a compassionate heart, who cannot grasp the Living Blade's profound meanings within Yagyū Shinkage-ryū, will not be able to learn this 'Copy of the Moon.'"

"Evil cannot suppress righteousness; swordsmanship disregards birth, focusing only on character."

Miss Sword Master said so, her Magic Power surging, Sword Qi transforming into a bright moon in the sky, illuminating Japan's dark night.

On this day, Yagyū Jubei ascended the Peak of Sword Dao, with Sword Intent of the Copy of the Moon sealing her position at the Peak, achieving the name of Great Sword Master.

Dorothy: "...."

Hiss, what did I teach? Wasn't I just collecting debts?

Hmm, hmm, all of this you realized yourself, it's none of my business, don't make things up.

I'm just an assassin; I have no feelings.

...Rosie throwing the blame...