Gensokyo: I'm a Lady-Killer, but I Don't Want to Be the Savior

A thousand years ago.

Yakumo Yukari fell to her knees before the young man, sobbing: I was wrong. Don't die. I won't build Gensokyo anymore.

A thousand years later.

Yakumo Yukari stared at the boy, trembling: It's him! It has to be him!

Later.

Yakumo Yukari once again fell to her knees before the boy, sobbing: I won't try again. I regret it so much. I shouldn't have asked you to save Gensokyo.

A thousand years ago.

The young man reached out to little Mokou: From now on, I'm your family! Come home with me!

A thousand years later.

Mokou reached out to the boy. From then on, the boy went around saying: Mokou? She's my only family.

Later.

The boy took her hand. Mokou abruptly shook him off: You've never had a family! You've never experienced loss, so what gives you the right to tell me to calm down? She screamed, not noticing the light gradually fading from the boy's eyes.

Years later.

The young man finally saved Gensokyo. Holding a half-phantom, he leaned against a dead tree on the cliff and gazed silently up at the sky. His dark eyes held no emotion. The morning sun enveloped him, and his figure slowly melted away. Down below, the Human Village was bustling with noise, while a lively banquet was underway at the Hakurei Shrine, filled with laughter and cheer. Gradually, the morning sun spread across all of Gensokyo. The mountaintop, however, was empty. Only a purple parasol stood planted in the ground, all alone and slightly tilted.