“I do not jump at Enma’s command anymore,” Grandmother says, leaning back in her chair. The brakes are on, Tetsuki notes, so there is no fear of it shifting backwards. “Nor will I do so at at his pup’s.”
The young woman before them inhales sharply, surprised and indignant. The old woman does not react.
Tetsuki stays where she is, by Grandmother’s side, standing and ready.
“Do what you will, Genkai, but don’t drag me back into it.” For all her physical frailty, Grandmother is fierce, fearsome. Tetsuki has lived for longer, technically–collected more years under her spiritual belt–but she has much to learn, still.
“I’ve lost enough.”
Grandfather built this house for Grandmother fifty years ago, traditional except for all of ramps discretely placed around to make the entire building accessible.
And the reiki-proof training room in the basement.
Neither were needed until about two decades ago–the former for Grandmother, the latter for Tetsuki.
“I’m not sure what you are, my dear,” Grandmother says, as Tetsuki unleashes her power just to test her new body’s limits.
She hasn’t hit any yet.
“But I’m sure you’ll be phenomenal.”
Grandmother runs a calligraphy school out of the house.
Or that’s the cover anyway.
She’s searching for a student. A particular student.
Oh, anyone can learn what Grandmother has to teach–Tetsuki herself has picked up a few of the ofuda patterns, faint memories of Komadori’s fuinjutsu ramblings acting as a foundation–but only one student will master it.
“Maybe Kuwabara’s grandchild,” Grandmother says, “the older one,” she clarifies, somewhat needlessly.
Tetsuki has heard about the younger Kuwabara grandchild: talented and surprisingly cunning he may be, but Grandmother’s abilities are not for him.
“And plus, I’ve heard that old bastard found a student of his own amongst those Igo players. Some young hothead with no connections to the spirit world… supposedly.”
School was easy before.
Well, academically, it’s still easy–her lives might have been different, but classes might as well be the same–but socially?
“Kaiza-san,” says Shuichi Minamino, heartthrob of the school and current pain in her ass, “I’ve heard your Grandmother teaches calligraphy; I’m interested in learning. Is it okay if I visit your house after school?”
This fucking fox. She should have let him die.
“There’s a calligraphy club here at school,” she says instead of electrocuting him into a crisp.
Some of their classmates take the opportunity to cut in, “We’re part of the calligraphy club, Shuichi-kun!”
“Oh yes, Shuichi-kun, we’d be very… open to you joining us…”
Tetsuki rolls her eyes, wishing she didn’t have to listen this excruciating conversation. But, alas, this is her desk and class is going to start soon.
Any minute now, please.
She’d rather still be fighting demons than this.
A/N: uh… here’s a thing because it won’t leave me alone. So… one of Tetsuki’s later lives in which she’s in the Yu Yu Hakusho ‘verse. I don’t have very much of it, but here are some details that I do have so… ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Enjoy?
Unsure if I’m going to stick with multiphenomenal as the title, but I like the sound of it for now…