Can a Half-Demon Be a Shrine Maiden?

In the Warring States period, overrun by monsters, being a shrine maiden was clearly no safe profession, and being an apprentice shrine maiden was even more dangerous. I was just such an apprentice. Luckily, I wasn't an ordinary, disposable apprentice, but an enhanced, incredibly sturdy half-demon shrine maiden apprentice.

Life as a shrine maiden was no picnic. I had endless work every day, including but not limited to preparing materials, handling daily chores, keeping night watch, and taking on certain curse commissions that couldn't be discussed openly.

Life was busy but regular. Aside from my master's daily question, "Who is the strongest witch, me or Kikyo?" which gave me some trouble, things were actually pretty good.

After giving the standard answer to this question for the 1,080th time, I flapped my wings and soared into the sky, muttering to myself: Who the heck is this Kikyo anyway?!

I reveled in the refreshing wind sweeping through my feathers, savoring a romance unique to birds, when an arrow shot me down without a word.

Years later, I had my arm around Kaede as I brought up the incident again.

"You nearly killed your husband with that arrow," I said firmly, earning a vicious pinch around my waist in return.

"Yeah..." She looked at my master and her sister facing off in the distance. "So when are those two finally getting together?"

A fanfic, but with no Inuyasha involved. No canon storyline, just the four of us.

Sakura (top) x the strongest shrine maiden's younger sister; the strongest shrine maiden (top) x a cursed black shrine maiden.

Pure sweetness and out-of-character fun, not much logic, a sweet little story of a little over 100,000 words. A casual project, updating every other day with 2,000 words, following the rankings.

● Chapters 1 to 6 have been substantially revised. Revisions are complete.

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"Being the Lord of Hitomi Castle Is Tough"

I transmigrated into a noble and was happy every day, until I learned my name: Hitomi Katan. Memories of the dead suddenly came back to haunt me. How had I become the young lord whose body would be taken over by a white baboon?!

My trembling hand stroked the handsome face I was thoroughly pleased with, then I looked at my tiny, three-head-tall body.

It was time to take charge of my own survival.

Every day, I got up earlier than the rooster and went to bed later than the dog. For over a decade, I hadn't dared to sleep soundly, and at last, through relentless cultivation, I reached the state of unity between heaven and humanity.

With my hands behind my back, I stood behind the tall, sturdy wall and watched the shards of the Four Souls Jewel scatter in every direction. The long sword in my hand was already itching for action.

So, Naraku! I've been waiting for you for ages!

The main story is in third person. Sesshomaru pairing. I finally decided to make a move on Sesshomaru.

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"Being a 'Magical Girl' Is Tough"

I was an utterly ordinary boy adopted by a shrine maiden. I did odd jobs every day, and since I had a little talent, I also learned to use spiritual power. I struggled to survive in ancient times, where monsters were everywhere. But my peaceful days came to an end the moment I laid an egg.

Who can understand how I felt when I lifted the covers and found an egg in my bed?

Help!!

Several days later, I held the chibi-sized little person in my palm, poked his tiny cheek, and stroked the white fluff on his shoulders. After a long pause, I tentatively said:

"Unlock my heart?"

Sesshomaru pairing.

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Try my completed story in the same series, "Being the Great Demon of the Western Lands Is Tough"!

Theme: Turn swords into plowshares.