Dara-san of Reiwa (令和のダラさん)

Given its loathing of the sisters,

it should have been inconceivable that Yamatagi-Madara

would fuse with the soul of one of them.

But the elder sister miscalculated terribly

in thinking she could limit the amount of lingering resentment

and satisfy her own grudge at the same time by halting the villagers' assault...

Should I retreat for now...?

...and ending her sister's life with her own hands.

However, being betrayed by the strong, beautiful sister that she had believed in

was precisely what plunged the younger priestess's soul into despair

deep enough to transform it into a vengeful spirit.

With her own soul used as sustenance, she gained a brief span of time...

This flesh is but a temporary loan.

In modern terms, it totaled roughly two hours.

Two hours in return for her soul... in which to exact her vengeance.

I'll swallow your freshly-plucked arms.

Gorge myself on your legs wrenched from their sockets.

Oh, how I've struggled.

The legs were given as offerings to the serpent...

D-Don't...

Oh, how I've suffered.

...while the arms were stolen and used for sorcery.

Oh, how I've agonized.

Oh, how I've wept.

Slowly, carefully, she reduced the elder priestess to how her sister had left her.

To think we must part so soon... Oh, how sad.

You must never approach those grounds.

A glimpse will sicken you; a touch will curse you.

Its name, passed down since ancient times, is Yamatagi-Madara.

Yamatagi-Madara

Yamatagi-Madara

Dara-san of the Reiwa Era

Dara-san of the Reiwa Era

Dara-san of the Reiwa Era

Dara-san of the Reiwa Era

Haah!

Valsey Beam!

Whether it's New Year's, a holiday, or summer break,

their insidious forces never take time off!

Let's join hands and blast them away!

With our souls fueled by righteous anger!

Flashing fangs determined to mete out justice!

Here we go! Let's do it! I'm gonna take them down!

Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun, Gun Valsey!

Y-You've certainly secured a surfeit of snacks today.

These are from your house, are they not?

You needn't bring all this just to speak with me, so return it.

What brings you by today?

I'm curious, Dara-san...

Can you fire a beam off?

Or more like, can you show me how to?

Explanation In Progress

Explanation In Progress

Explanation In Progress

It seems that "beam" refers to a variety of phenomena.

In any case...

What's this, now?

Can our legendary tatarigami not even shoot off a little ol' beam?

What is your face even doing?!

Hand me the notebook and pencil case.

'Ere ya go.

So, if we were to use talismans, it could produce this...

And if we used this many at once,

while using specific hand seals to compress them into a narrow stream...

then the sigil should probably look like...

The spirit energy would need to be channeled from here to here...

I'm not really following, but I get the feeling this is what programming is like.

Let me see your hand.

You'll need to touch the sigils together for at least four seconds.

Four seconds?

To prevent random misfires.

Then open your hands like this...

with at least a forty-degree angle.

There's no real heat or power behind it. It's purely for show.

But you're still utilizing your own spirit energy,

so overuse will exhaust or knock you unconscious. Be careful.

Hopefully he'll grow bored of it by the time the sigils start to fade...

Sis! Sis!

In the end, he passed out.

Gun Valsey!

Raging Rogue

Gun Valsey

Gun Valsey

Jurota woke late at night to the sound of thunder.

He climbed the firewatch tower in order to examine his surroundings,

which let him glimpse a faint light on the eastern mountain...

in the vicinity of the younger sister's hut and shrine.

I doubt the fire will spread in this rain, but...

Knowing her, she might enter the mountains to check on it herself.

With those concerns weighing on his mind, Jurota rushed to the eastern mountain—

and to the younger priestess's side.

Oh, Tsubaki!

You poor thing. You look a mess.

I'm sure it can't have been easy.

But I'm glad to see you were able to get rid of her.

Come in so you can get changed and warm yourself by the fire.

It's... you?

I honestly can't say I'm surprised that you were privy to her plot.

I almost feel like apologizing for the fact that I am the one who returned.

It's not what you think! Tsubaki, she...

She said you were the one who—

You needn't worry.

I will see that the serpent is subdued.

No matter how long it takes.

That said, I will need to borrow your strength to do so.

My dear, dear father and mother...

Won't you do as my sister did

and lend me a hand?

What Jurota saw in the rain that day...

was the great serpent's half-rotted corpse,

the bodies of men he recognized,

and...

a limb that, given the scars left from countless sorcerous inscriptions,

could only have belonged to to the younger priestess.

It radiated resentment. Regret. Sorrow. Miasma.

Jurota reached for the younger sister's arm

as though he couldn't sense the malice emanating from it.

But when he did...

he was shoved back.

Something had unquestionably pushed him away.

Coming to his senses,

he was shocked to see that the younger priestess's arm was gone.

But having been weakened by the dangerous miasma,

he was barely able to stand.

After struggling to return to the younger priestess's hut,

he finally understood...

that she had died.

With that, he lost consciousness, falling into a deep sleep.

You seriously can't come with?

I am technically enshrined as the god of this land.

'Tis no simple matter for me to leave that land for travel.

No good, huh?

Who were you talking to?

A friend.

Just letting her know we won't be at home while we're on holiday.

Ah, I see.

The father of the Misogiya siblings, William,

is an ophthalmologist of Australian parentage.

Let's make sure we grab something for your friend on the way home, then.

As the long weekend lined up with an academic conference William was attending,

they made it a family trip, staying with distant cousins in the area.

Hope the drive wasn't too bad, William-kun.

Good to see you!

Thank you so much, Shinji-san, Shizue-san.

Hinata! Kaoru! It's been so long!

Yeah!

You were able to make it too, huh, Fuyuko-chan?

I heard the kids were coming along, so I had to!

The next day, their father went into town for his conference,

and the siblings joined their cousin for a ride down to the beach.

This smell packs a real wallop, coming from a landlocked mountain prefecture!

It's beachy! So beachy!

Lots of nice rocks off the shore at a place like this.

I'll keep an eye on Kaoru-kun.

Cheers!

I saw some shops on the walk from the parking lot...

I'm sure they'll let me use the bathroom.

It's real!

Watagame-sama is real! My great-gramma said so!

I never heard of no god like that.

Everyone used to worship—

So how come this "god" don't mind no one worshiping it no more?

It's real.

I dunno what kind of god this Watagame-sama is,

but I bet it's real.