Flight of the Tengu (Kujou Sara TG)

Stephen smiled, finally reaching the ancient Japanese building after a long and gruelling hike up the mountains, the researcher out of breath as he leaned against a pillar to recover. He may have been exhausted, but if this building had what he was looking for, it would all be worth it.

He was a historian, someone who held a fascination with Japanese history since his youth, especially the myths and legends throughout its history. The Tengu were his favourite, the image of a winged warrior was what drew him in as a child, and still enchanted him to this day.

The man was certain there was more to it though, passionate that there must have been some point that the Tengu actually existed! There were too many sightings for it to be made up! He’d always dreamed of proving it and putting those peers that dared to laugh at him in their place.

This wasn't like that weirdo who thought there was a whole period of history they didn't know about at all, that was crazy. This was totally possible!  

This building was his latest lead, the abandoned structure supposedly having ancient ties to the Tengu myths, the vague description enough to get him to check it out for himself. After a few minutes of rest, he finally couldn't resist checking the building, carefully opening the door and going inside.

It was a ruined storage room of some kind, filled with ancient swords, bows and claymores, and even a few suits of samurai armour. What caught his attention was something laid on the table though, his eyes widening as he stared at the red, crow-like mask in disbelief.

"Holy shit! A-a Tengu mask? They... they actually do exist!?"  he whispered to himself, shaking from excitement as he reached out, needing to touch it to confirm it was even real. Stephen picked it up gently, feeling the surface with his finger, surprised at the good condition it was in after who knew how long.

His heart was beating fast just from being in the presence of the confirmation of all his hopes and dreams, the man only wishing he had more concrete and definitive proof, staring into the mask as a small whisper teased the back of his mind.

"Put it on, and all you desire shall be yours."

"W-who's there?" he cried, turning around in panic, only finding the same dusty old weapons he had seen earlier, the lack of hiding places ensuring he was the only one in the building. Stephen was certain he had heard the voice though, the sound of it as clear as day as he looked down at the mask once more.

He had used to pretend he was a Tengu when he was a kid, even making cardboard masks and wings to wear, the nostalgic thoughts edging him onward as he placed it over his face. For a few seconds, nothing happened, the man not really sure what he was expecting as he went to remove it.

"U-um? Why... why isn't it coming off!?" he asked himself in panic, his pulling growing even more desperate as he tried over and over, all his strength not even making it move an inch. Stephen couldn't yank it off, and to make matters worse, his face was tingling, his hairs starting to stand on end as he wondered if he could hear static for a moment.

The static grew louder, the intensity ramping up bit by bit until it almost sounded like storm clouds, that being the last thing he noticed before it struck. He was screaming, his face covered with static, purple electricity bursting from the mask like it was a battery, striking every bit of his head.

Stephen could hear his skull crunching, his yellowing eyes rolling up as cheekbones were struck down into smaller, stronger foundations, his lips swelling like bruises to become soft and kissable. It was too much, the man bucking at the painful, yet oddly satisfying sounds of his skull shrinking, his nose comfortingly resting in the mask that was now a perfect fit for him.

"K-KYAAAAAAAAAA? A-AGH! U-UGH~! A-AM I DYING!? N-NO! S-SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"You're not dying, stupid human. You're being reborn." 

His jaw crunched at the sound of the voice's return, lightning bolts striking his hair and reducing the healthy brown into soft, dark blue ash in its wake. It was then that he finally managed to pull the mask off, pushing it to the side and forcing it up around his forehead.

Stephen gasped and shivered, his throat feeling hoarse after his panicked screaming, his face feeling wrong and alien as he muttered to himself.

"W-what... what the fuck just... h-huh?"

He blinked dumbly, unsure if he had heard his own voice right as he tried again.

"U-um... hello? W-what... what's wrong with my voice!?" he cried, feeling his slimmer throat in terror, wiping some dust off an old shield and squeaking as feminine face stared back. "W-what's happening to me!?"

"You are gaining what you desire. Power. Might. Purpose. And the knowledge that you seek."

The voice was back again, its cold, to-the-point tone a harsh contrast to his overwhelming panic, the man staggering back and looking around in terror.

W-who are you!? S-show yourself! W-what are you doing to me!?" he questioned, his newly changed hair flowing down a bit as it was gifted additional length.

"My name is Kujou Sara. Warrior of the Kujou clan. Leader of the Shogun's armies. The most loyal of all of the Almighty's followers. Tengu. My spirit has laid here for centuries. Relic of a bygone era. That is, until you," she exclaimed, Stephen gasping at the realisation he was talking to a real life tengu, even if it was just her spirit.

"What's happening to you is simple to explain. My spirit is using your physical form as a host. An old Tengu technique I made use of to keep myself tethered to this world. After all, I cannot truly pass until her majesty no longer needs me. Although truthfully I did not expect it to take such a long time for one to appear... I had hoped it would be a woman. Oh well, I'll simply need to use more power than I expected with my alterations." 

"W-WHAT!? Wait! Y-you can't just do that! I-I never-"

"You put on the mask. Therefore, by Tengu law, you have accepted and shouldered the responsibilities of the Tengu it belongs to. Besides, this should be something you like, no? I can sense your admiration for our kind; there isn't a better way for you to gain the knowledge you desire than becoming one yourself," Sara said coldy, his entire body burning as he shivered in panic.

"BUT! B-BUT! I-I DO LOVE TENGU, B-BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE O-ONE! I-I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" he pleaded, looking around in panic as he suddenly noticed a small gemstone glowing on the wall, a lightning bolt pattern shining as his shoulders ached with pressure.

"I'm afraid that the needs of the Shogun outweigh the needs of the few. She has gone for centuries without me, and it is time I return to her side."

"NOOOOOHHHH~!!!!!!" he cried, bucking as his shoulders gave way, slamming down into dainty, girly forms. "W-WHO EVEN IS THIS S-SHOGUN!?"

His words proved to be the wrong choice, his body overwhelmed by the Tengu's presence as she cried, "Who!? Who!? The Almighty Raiden Shogun is the greatest ruler Inazuma has ever known! Her might is unmatched! Her legacy is unrivalled! Her grace is as otherworldly as her origins! She is the Archon of our land now and forever! It's my honour, my purpose, to serve her! My honour as a Kujou is to do all she wishes! Which is why I must do this! So I can once more be at her side!"  

He didn't know if he was listening to a religious devotee or a crazed fangirl, the Tengu almost seeming lovestruck as Stephen did his best to remain calm, his hands glued to his sides as Sara regained her focus.

"Regardless, it's time I got you into fighting shape for my Shogun. I cannot be in a form that is anything less than peak physical condition. It's about time I corrected that."

"W-WAIT NO! P-PLEASE! I-I'LL DO ANYTHING! I-I'LL EVEN FIND YOU A BETTER HOST! P-PLEASE DON'T-"

"Ugh, are those your true colours? Selling out your fellow men just to save your own skin!? I see I'm also doing my Shogun a favour in taking care of you," she hissed, forcing him to raise his arm as his heart pounded.

"W-WAIT NO S-SARA! I- I D-DIDN'T-"

"I didn't give you permission to call me by my name, pest! I am your superior! You shall refer to me as General Sara! Now. Begone!" Stephen shivered from her words, helpless as the gem flew off the wall, gently clicking onto his waist.

The effect was immediate, a flurry of thunder bursting from the gemstone, the boy shivering and wailing as his clothes shifted and morphed around him. His pants were zapped to ashes, his sleeves separating into long black gloves, his socks growing and merging with his shoes into tall, heeled boots fit for battle. 

His shirt tightened, consumed by spreading latex as it compressed to the extreme, growing into a leotard that bore down on his shaft. It was too tight, too fucking tight, the extra features appearing on top not really fully noticed as his cock throbbed within its leotard prison, the symbol of masculinity trapped like a caged bird.

"K-KYAH~!? M-MY C-CLOTHES~! T-TIGHT~! T-TOO TIGHT~! C-CRUSHING ME~!" he managed to force out, feeling utterly winded by the outfit pressing and squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste, only his shoulders, head and thighs going uncovered. The outfit was something torn out of a history book, the purple gem shining as he weakly willed to try and pull off the bone-crushing leotard.

Sara simply chuckled, Stephen's arms unmoving as she held them back without even trying. "This is too much for you? I've been through worse in my sleep. If you can't get through this, then I truly do have a lot of work to get this body into shape for the Shogun’s service..."

His cock throbbed and twitched and squirmed, forming as big of a bulge as the leotard could stretch, the boy gasping like an animal in heat, especially when the pressure in his back began.

"H-HNGH~!? G-GAH~? K-KYAAAAAAA~!" he wailed, feeling the pain and pleasure mix into a hellish, addictive combo as all of it focused in his spine. He could feel something wriggle, two buds desperate to blossom. It was putting buckets worth of pressure onto his spine, more and more of it mounting until it reached a breaking point. "N-NO MOOOOOOOHREEEE~!!!! G-GENERAL~! I-I CAN'T- I CAN'T TAKE THISSSSS~!!!!!!! P-PLEASEEEEE~!"

"Oh, grow a spine!" barked the Tengu. “The almighty Shogun always requires a good sacrifice of some kind every few years. My devotion is certain to please her."

Her comment about his spine was well-timed, the pressure exploding as he squealed, his spine giving in with a painful crunch as two feathery towers erupted from his newly curved back, flapping and failing in wild bliss as Stephen's mind was almost fried by the sensations of his new wings. 

They were long, soft, raven-coloured wings, spread wide as the poor man's brain drowned in toxic delights. His DNA was shifting, not only switching to their feminine equivalents but being infused with sections alien to humans, Stephen's body erupting with pleasure as he officially became a Tengu.

His wings stretched in bliss as he came, white discharge dripping from his needy shaft as it slipped to the floor, the additional nerves, stamina and even strength of a Tengu almost overloading him.

"G-GAH~! M-MY BODY~! MY FUCKING BODY~! T-TEARING APART~! Y-YOU’RE TEARING ME APARTTTTTT~!!!!!! W-WINGS~! I HAVE F-FUCKING WINGS~! I-I'M- I'M A FUCKING TENGU~!?" he screamed in disbelief, his hips shaking as the earth-shattering bliss literally forced them apart with deafening crunches. There was one at first, then another, then another, Stephen’s body shaking with each forceful extension to his hipline, the beginnings of a sexy hourglass figure becoming apparent.

"Yes~! My body~! My body is returning to me~! M-my body is y-yours Shogun~! A weapon~! A l-lover~! An offering to your perfection~!" Sara gasped, her adoration for this big breasted, purple-haired goddess bleeding into Stephen's terror as he shivered in reluctant arousal.

His cock was throbbing for something else now, pounding against the leotard at the thought of pleasing this mysterious, perfect woman. "U-ugh? H-hah? O-oh~? N-no~! M-my S-Shogun~? A-AH~! MY SHOGUN~! I-I NEED TO BE U-USEFUL A-AND POWERFUL F-FOR MY ARCHON~!"

The desires were washing over him, crashing over his mind like tidal waves of obsession, one stronger than anything he had ever experienced. It was soaking into his thoughts, influencing how he acted, the boy drooling, wriggling, wobbling at the mental image of this imposing, flawless woman.

"Yes! You understand, I see." Sara switched back into her general behaviour, trying hard to hide her own excitement as she spoke coldly. "Our Archon requires your service. To put it simply, my outburst earlier isn't far off. We need to be anything Raiden demands! And one thing that is clear is that your frame isn't up to soldier standards. I propose it's time I correct this. Time to put you into shape rookie."

"N-NOHHHHHHHHH~! O-OH FUCK~! M-MY B-BODY~!!!!! C-CRUSHING ME~! P-PLUMPING ME WITH P-POWER~! S-STRENGTH~! N-NEED TO BE POWERFUL FOR M-MY SHOGUN~! N-noooooooooooo~!" he cried in conflict, his legs slamming together as his Vision blasted electricity all over him.

The leotard was getting tighter, his unathletic core unable to hold against the pleasurable enemy’s offence, the belt tightening further to utterly crush his stomach. It was forcing his stomach to take a new shape, the mould of loyalty, of a perfect, loyal general, his body fat having no choice in the end but to move, splitting into two as they synchronously surged up and down.

He grunted, moaning in lust and satisfaction as Sara ran a hand across his core, every muscle within jolting as the volts of his Vision claimed his insides, his eyes’ glaze growing uneven as he let out wobbling moans, feeling each muscle budge with newfound strength and power, the results of years of training becoming noticeable in just a few seconds.

"Mmmmm, this is definitely an acceptable way to train. All the results without nearly as much of the work~. And it feels s-so wonderful too~." She gasped, the sound even leaving Stephen's lips as she moved her hand, moaning softly in unison with the boy as she jerked his cock between two fingers. "Oh I'm beginning to enjoy this~. Of course, I'll train the normal way after this. The old training regiment shows my commitment the best after all." 

He had to nod in agreement, his dazed mind already clouded with the thunder god, polluting the skies of his identity as the Tengu obsession turned against him, inaccurate folklore becoming common knowledge, his wings flapping as instincts to fly and knowledge to preen shook him to the core. It was all the knowledge he desired, only arriving at the cost of his identity, Stephen helpless to feel his own eternity overwhelmed by another's as the migrating fat finally started to settle. 

"U-UGH~! O-OH~! F-FUCK~! O-OH~! OH S-SHOGUN YESSSSSS~!!!!!" Raiden crushed the false deity he had been worshipping before without even trying, Sara's jerking growing faster as his thighs clenched, wobbling before starting to ripple with the expanding mass flooding within them.

They were plumping up, bursting out one size at a time just like her hips, each swelling hitting like a strike of lightning that was striking in the same place much more than twice, the thick, bouncy mass bulging from the leotard as they smothered his shaft with their feminine dominance.

His chest was assaulted at the same time, the Tengu bucking and cumming with a pleased grunt as they pushed out into firm a-cups, his nipples erect and completely visible within the leotard. It was a promising start, but it was clear there was still more to come, the general of the Tenryou Commission certainly needing bigger breasts than these.

Sara was patient, more than willing to wait for the juicy results later, her cock pampered under a full serving of a thick thigh job and eager desperate jerking. The femininity was closing in around his masculinity, gathering it up to be slaughtered, his own fingers shrinking and cracking, his arousal tripling as he suddenly found himself met with the feeling of a girly hand bearing down on his cock.

It made the shaft feel even bigger in the delicate, gentle grip, his other hand shrinking and bursting inwards to match, both falling to the invading forces of Sara in spectacular fashion. They were careful enough to handle any weapon, whether the bow or sword, whatever Her Excellency wished. 

Now she chose to yield this manhood, the warrior's mind knowing exactly where the weak points in its armour was, the curious pokes sending jolts of bliss through her whole body as thunderous delights flooded her nerves. Stephen didn't know where he began or where Sara ended anymore, his head ringing as even his gender was in flux, her cock twitching like a bowstring as she fired load after load of cum.

The changes were still coming too, her powerful, womanly hands being given the strength to back them up, the Vision's godly power directly charging into his muscle. She screamed, the cry of panic turning to one of overwhelming need as his muscles were gifted with the strength of the archons. 

"I-I'M- I-I'M- I'M AT MY LIMITTTTTTTTT~!!!!!!" she pleaded in desperation, squealing as her muscles bulged with power, not even shrinking that much as his weak body suddenly became a powerhouse of might. It was built from years of experience, all the battles she had fought in the name of her Shogun, her arms ascending beyond the worthless twigs they were before.

"T-THE FUCKING POWERRRR~! T-THE MIGHT~! G-GAH~! OH Y-YES~! G-GENERAL S-SARA~! M-MAKE ME E-EVEN STRONGER~! I-I NEED- NEED- NEEDDDDDDDDD-" he was trying so hard not to say it, not to give in, his brain switching between topics, all roads leading to Raiden as his massive raven wings coiled around him, rubbing against his chest to give it as much attention as his shaft, breaking the dam as she screamed what she wanted all along. "N-NEED TO BE PERFECT FOR HER EXCELLENCYYYYYYY~!!!!!!

His cry for more sent the rest of the changes rippling through him at an even faster rate, his legs bulking up with three eager bursts of bliss, each one increasing the muscle until they were unmistakable in her slim, toned legs. Her curling toes popped and shrank, finally becoming a comfortable fit for her boots, the curved shape forcing her feet into distinct, girly arches.

It was like every part of her was crumbling under the assault, his muscular yet slim form shivering and bulking, barely able to stay standing, Sara's hardened instincts all that kept her upright, the distinction between identities fading as walls became insignificant. Her breasts were surging, building with mass, Sara crying out in triumph as she pushed her chest out with each burst of bliss, expanding against her wings.

"Y-YES~! FUCK YES~! G-GLORY~! GLORY TO THE SHOGUN~! L-LET MY B-BREASTS APPEASE H-HER~! MY BODY IS A MONUMENT FOR HER~! A MONUMENT FOR HER GLORY~! I-I- OH FUCK MY SHOGUNNNN~!!!!"

The general had conquered her prey, assimilating him into Tenguhood, the last traces of him eagerly surrendering as they laid down their arms to Sara's perfection. Her breasts were fighting for a place for themselves within her crushing leotard, the increasingly larger cup sizes pushing the available space to their limit.

They were swelling with devotion, love, admiration, her heart pounding with love for her goddess, her reason for living. She stretched, smiling in pride as her breasts thumped out in sync with her heart beat, the small c-cups finally reaching large Ds as her nipples were pinched by feathers.

She came hard at the feelings, messy white discharge spurting free as her balls shrivelled, almost running on empty, no more masculinity left to offer to her goddess. With that, they had served their purpose, the mess of a Tengu knowing when to discard unneeded equipment, the tightness of her leotard almost doing the job itself, a little wriggle taking care of the rest.

POP

POP 

"Y-YES~! K-KYAH~! B-BREAKING~! T-THE DIVINE~! THE D-DIVINE IS BLESSING MEEEEEEE~!!!!!! I-I'M A T-TENGUUUUU~!!!!! G-GENERAL S-SARA~! NO! I-I'M GENERAL SARA~! I-I'M KUJOU S-SARA~!" she had finally made up her mind who she was, her body zapped full with electric estrogen as her Vision glowed with power, static sparkling over her ass.

It was a black hole for material, eagerly pulling in all the mass it could, any fat that had somehow escaped destruction relocated into this pleasurable hotspot. Her cheeks were mostly exposed behind the fabric, the pressure only growing more extreme as the back of her leotard was steadily wedged between her thick, bouncy asscheeks, clear fluids dripping free as she swore she could feel a hand made of static groping a cheek, almost like her goddess was marking her.

Only her meddlesome cock remained, twitching and throbbing against the leotard, trapped in a horny hell of its own making. It could barely even make those movements, the expansion of her ass only causing the rest of the outfit to press harder on her shaft, the symbol of masculinity pointlessly holding on.

The Tengu scoffed, knowing the perfect way to take care of the annoyance, grabbing a Japanese fan off the wall and raising it high as her Vision shined.

"I AM KUJOU SARA~! I-I AM A TENGU WARRIOR~! FOLLOWER OF THE RAIDEN SHOGUN~! MY BODY IS A TEMPLE FOR MY SHOGON~! MY BODY IS A WEAPON FOR MY SHOGUN~! GLORY TO HER EXCELLENCY~! I WILL STRIKE DOWN THIS MANHOOD IN HER NAME AND HER NAME ALONE~!" she passionately cried to the heavens, purple electricity shooting from her fan and striking her cock where it stood.

It was a lightning rod for her Vision's might, the Tengu crying and squeaking as each bolt crashed into it, her will taking action as each one sent another chunk shooting back inside her. It was being crushed, both by her mind and the restrictive leotard, its once proud size rapidly eroded away by the relentless assault.

There was only a nub left in a matter of moments, even that falling with a final bolt of blissful power, sending the whole thing crumbling down into her pussy. She squealed in triumph, her whole body bursting with pleasure, her wings outstretched wide as her spirit fully settled into her new form.

Sara was left gasping, her body shivering from the feelings of her first female orgasm in centuries, the feeling of flatness not only between her legs, but in her leotard as well filling her with pride as her wings retreated into her back until they were needed again. 

"I-I thank... the S-Shogun for g-giving me this w-wonderful opportunity...", she gasped. "In h-her name I will... do all that she wishes... m-my life is the S-Shogun’s... I, Kujou Sara, exist to serve."

Sara gave a small smile, raising her arms behind her head and stretching, her expression turning serious as she surveyed herself, from her powerful, slender legs to her hefty breasts.

"Yes, this is acceptable." Sara concluded, her Vision's power crackling between her fingers. "My body appears to have returned to prime physical condition. So I can seek out my Shogun at once!"

The Tengu confidently matched from the building and into the Inazuman sunlight, already certain that the Shogun would be at the Grand Narukami Shrine or some other place of power like-

She froze.

"O-oh... Inazuma... looks more different than I expected," she said aloud, looking around at the unfamiliar outside of the house, her Tengu presence likely the only thing that stopped that being brushed away by whatever happened since she ended up there. Sara couldn't see any landmarks at all; anything that even looked like the home she once knew.

"This presents a problem. Oh, I know! I can use this host body’s knowledge instead! I'm sure... oh wait." She paused and sighed. "But I got rid of all that when I was taking him over since I didn't think I needed it."

Sara stood in place for a moment.

"Dammit." 

---

It was around two months later that Kujou Sara sighed in her apartment, her Shogun's uniform dangling behind her, the woman lost in thought as she ignored the sounds of battle from the other room. Honestly, it was lucky that she even had a home after the fuck up of the mental conversion, the Tengu staying on the hill for a few hours planning what to do next when a familiar face finally reached her, one she had certainly not expected to see again.

Apparently Kokomi had the same idea as Sara, back when this world was called Teyvat, to keep her spirit alive for future generations, having found a host of her own almost two years ago. She'd sensed her Vision's elemental energy and rushed here to check it out, and very much unlike Sara, was something of an expert on this new world, even before she had done anything, thanks to her actually having the foresight to keep those memories.

She had gotten that message the first time, yet the other girl constantly teased her about it! It was one tactical error! One! She never thought she would prefer fighting someone in a nationwide war over rooming with them.

Her hospitality was welcome though. Whatever she was doing in this new world earned her enough income to easily accommodate an extra person, Sara assuming it was some kind of war-based role. 

Well... she was sorta right.

"What did I tell you all? Routing the enemy in three turns is child's play for me~! Oh don't be so surprised, you just need to place your units in all the right places, make sure they have the right weapons, account for weather conditions, and it will be a piece of cake! Oh! Thanks for the $50 donation ‘Aquacian’!" Kokomi's sweet voice echoed from the other room, Sara rolling her eyes as she returned to the map she had on her wall, a map of the world cross referenced with a rough one of the past from her and Kokomi's memories. 

The one thing that concerned her the most about this new world was easy. She had no idea where the Shogun was. The idea that she wasn't here scared her. M-maybe the Archons had left them before her rebirth? Nobody had even heard of them anymore. Perhaps she was hidden somewhere waiting for a mortal vessel? All she had were theories and no answers, something which only made her restless as she continued to search for anything out of the ordinary.

Kokomi told her to take a rest, seeming much more concerned for the Tengu than she expected, saying she didn't necessarily need to be devoted to Raiden to be happy or even content in general. But she wasn't really sure anyways, Sara felt like some sort of closure was needed before focusing on thoughts like that

But for now, she was getting hungry, the Tengu dressed in a tight black shirt and tight high heels (she needed something that could be used as a weapon to make her feel truly at ease) as she headed into the main living area and kitchen section. 

"Oh look Sangomites! It's Sara! Hi Sara~!" the streamer turned around, smiling at Sara.

"Kokomi. Are you... um... streaming again?" asked the Tengu, still unsure at how the concept worked, even taking a moment to remember what it was called. Apparently people all over the world could see her if she walked past Kokomi when she was playing these "virtual games". But only sometimes? And not all the time? It was curious; apparently she was somewhat popular too? She couldn't understand why; she literally only appeared to get drinks and stuff every once in a while...

"Yep! Just about to invade the capital in Fire Emblem! Do you need anything?" Kokomi asked with a tilt of her head, Sara carefully placing some food and water bottles into a bag before adjusting her high heel.

"Just getting a drink and some food. Carry on."

"Alright! Let me know if you need anything!" Kokomi giggled, turning back to her game while Sara walked away, hearing Kokomi shout something about their relationship not being like that or something (whatever that meant) before heading to her room. She sighed, taking a bite of a sandwich, looking at the map before her and remembering her friend’s words.

She couldn’t rush her Shogun’s return, if she even intended to at all. Perhaps she was no more; none of them knew what happened to Inazuma in the end. While she still held out hope for her returning… she also had wanted Sara to live her life more, she remembered her cold expression softening when suggesting things she could do that had nothing to do with her, a smile just like Kokomi’s when she suggested similar things just a few weeks ago.

Back then she was too busy as a general to pursue them, but now in this new era? She was living off mysterious piles of “streamer funds”, so she was basically free to do whatever she wanted. Sara got to her feet, folding up the map and plopping it into a drawer. That settled it. With Kokomi’s help, she’d find hobbies, things to do, and… go outside and touch the grass? She wasn’t sure how that comment of Kokomi’s she muttered under her breath was going to help, but she’ll try that as well! 

"The Shogun saved my life a long time ago," she thought aloud, repeating Kokomi’s words, “Isn’t it time I start living some of it for myself?”

Fuck, Kokomi was going to be insufferable when she found out she was actually taking her advice. But she had the feeling this time, it would be worth it.