Also, I think people like Kanako and Suika who are already on the side of the strong, would act like mentors for youngsters who are following, and it's the same for the magical tools, they wouldn't really try to get it back.
If you change it a bit, you can use it in any way.
This gentle and courteous world.Thank you for reading to the ending!
After seeing the conversation on the eighth day of impossible spellcard, I suddenly had a feeling of inspiration and changed the manga to what it is now.
Wow, that was quite a fantastic clash.
A few lines of words made me so excited, it is really moving.
Seija is awesome and Shinmyoumaru also gained the flag of self-reflection.
For an antagonist, it is a really unique scene.
From the simple respective tone, to the true partner conversation that comes from heart, and Shinmyoumaru making a reaction that looks like he wants to say "See, it's happening", all feels great A long time ago, in gensokyo where the power balance is unchanging, "Because I'm an amanojaku" so she would say she wants the weak to rise against the strong and put it in to action, Seija's way of survival had always made her alone.
Even though the amanojaku place themselves in the side of the weak yet they want to reverse all of this, I want to believe that this desire didn't come from the nature of amanojaku but from her initiative to become strong.
On the other hand, even though Shinmyoumaru, who is both weak in power and heart, feels pressure from Seija, she couldn't do anything about it, wishing that one day Seija would have a chance to realize what she is, this way perhaps these two could become true friends of each other.
It feels like the relationship within a sports manga between the rebel main character and the frustrated team mate.It is because of this reason, this manga seems like the beginning of a long story.
Because of the lacking of material, so it feels like a mix of many small stories.
If impossible spellcard had an eleventh day, it will probably create more script.
Sorry for showing you the result of my imagination.
