Hololive Alternative Fanfiction (An original hololive story)

The land of spirits (part 2)

For a long time already, the Shrine of Cherry Blossoms (didn't find a better name sorry) have been a symbol for all the people, a symbol of prosperity and spirituality. It was supposedly founded by an actual goddess in the ancient times. Some people say that Sakura Miko is a direct descendant of this ancient deity. Whether or not it is true however, is source of debate. But what is true without a doubt is that Miko is in fact the maiden of the shrine and that she is indeed seen as a sacred treasure, loved by all. Almost everyone idolizes her in this city. Well, for some reason a majority of those people are old and middle-aged men, but this is probably just a coincidence.

Anyway, having done her duty, Miko was currently walking through the corridors of the shrine followed by two servants. She was returning to her room to rest. That is what she said at least. Soon, she was standing before the door to her room.

"You can leave now, I need some time on my own."

The two servants bowed their head respectfully and started walking away. Miko then opened the door and entered the room, carefully closing the door behind her.

Her room was very exquisite, with lots of furniture and decorations, including paintings, sculptures, expansive looking vases, and beautiful patterns on the walls. All in a color theme revolving around red and pink. Miko walked to the center of her room and stood there for a while, facing the ground as her body started trembling as if something was welling up within her. And then:

"DON'T SCREW WITH ME!!! Seriously!"

""You are so kind" they say, don't f*ck with me!! What is wrong with you!"

"Demons are attacking, and I am supposed to show my face to em' like that?! Why not directly tell them "Hey, look at me, I'm an important figure, it would be a great idea to kidnap me, wouldn't it?"? Oi oi, that old man, does he really want to get rid of me or what?"

In another room of the shrine, an old man is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, meditating in peace.

"Great elder!" A young man comes suddenly without knocking.

"All of you younglings really lack proper education these days, where is the country headed with this?" The old man said with a tired and gruffy voice. "What is it?"

"The transmission is over, Lady Miko has successfully spoke to the population and apparently the masses have calmed down, allowing the security forces to proceed with the evacuation process."

"Is that so? Good, very good"

"Hum, elder? Are you really not afraid at all? I mean..."

"Stop being so afraid, this crisis is not as bad as it looks. The evacuation is just a security measure but it will probably be useless. There are two trustworthy people heading there. They'll know how to handle this."

"If the elder is so confident, I can't say anything more. But still, Lady Miko is so kind and so charismatic, I didn't know she was able to exude such an aura."

"Hmph!!" said the elder visibly irritated by the image of the pink haired girl.

"I really don't understand why you two don't get along these days, you cared about her like she was like your own daughter when she was little."

"That brat? If it wasn't for her talent and her popularity among the folk, I would have kicked her long ago already. Now get out, I am meditating."

The young man stepped out the room and closed the door before walking away. As soon as the elder heard the young man go away, his face softened and he looked toward the sky.

"When did it go wrong?"

Back to the city. An hour ago.

The city was surrounded almost completely by mountains, which acted as natural defenses. But of course, just the mountains alone would never be enough to protect a city with such a big population. So, the city was also surrounded by a single wall to help repel any attack. And at the entrance of the city, stood a big a majestic door, it needed at least twenty men to open and was said to be able to resist the breath of a dragon. That door was open most of the time and only closed at night, or during incidents.