Literature
Touhou: The Fat and The Dead
Youmu sighed as the stove in front of her sizzled, steak cooking as the fat and oils bubbled away. Sometimes, when she had the chance to just sit here, waiting for a meal to cook, she could look out through the window and see her training dummies and sword practicing tools abandoned. They matched the state of disuse of her swords, left in her room and gathering dust. Sakura branches that had gone unpruned reached over the edges of the estate walls, infringing on the garden. Piles of dying pink blossoms were scattered on the grounds, left unchecked by the gardener. One couldn't really fault her, though, as her job had practically changed i