Mountains are nice.
Birds sing. Wind moves through the trees. Sunlight flickers between the leaves. All the annoying machinery of human society feels slightly farther away.
So she fixed her phone to a tree, spread out a picnic mat, placed a sandwich beside her, and announced:
“Today, we’re having a mountain picnic.”
The chat was peaceful.
“Wholesome.” “This is all we needed.” “She’s normal today.”
For the first twenty-eight seconds.
“And I’m going to do something a little sexy too.”
“Stream over.” “Apologize to the mountain.” “There goes normal.”
1. The Mountain Did Nothing Wrong
She pulled a white festival mask from her bag. It had been modified in a way that suggested nobody should ask why.
“I cut this part out yesterday. If I use it like this, it covers exactly what needs covering.”
Who had requested this engineering project remained unclear.
She sat on the picnic mat, spread her legs with absurd confidence, and demonstrated.
Open.
“See?”
Open.
“Still covered.”
Open, close, open, close.
“Craft presentation.” “Summer science project.” “Not on a mountain.”
Then an elderly hiker appeared on the trail.
Their eyes met.
He looked at the mask.
He looked at the pose.
He looked at the phone.
For one brief second, he seemed to reconsider the entire history of civilization.
She smiled.
“Hello!”
He replied:
“…Hello.”
Then he walked away without asking a single question.
The chat achieved enlightenment.
“Mountain people are built different.” “The Alpine Non-Interference Treaty.” “No matter what happens, you still greet people.”
More hikers passed.
Some stared twice. Some quietly took photos. Some chose not to perceive reality.
But every single one said hello.
Apparently, the mountain had laws stronger than law.
2. A Symposium Begins With Cigarettes and Libido
A while later, a broad, cheerful woman arrived pushing a bicycle.
“Hello.”
“Hello!”
She sat down a short distance away and lit a cigarette.
The streamer said:
“Ah, cigarettes kill my sex drive.”
As opening lines to a stranger go, this was a wild pitch.
The woman froze.
Then she said:
“…I get that.”
It worked.
“You get it?” “Mountain Symposium 2026.” “Please discuss the weather first.”
Somehow, the two began having a sincere conversation about how smoking made that kind of desire fade.
Eventually the woman said:
“Alcohol’s the opposite, though, right?”
“Oh, alcohol is much worse for me.”
“For your libido?”
“For my life.”
The cigarette stopped halfway to the woman’s mouth.
“…Your life?”
3. Alcohol Deletes the Pending Folder
“Say I’ve been thinking for six months, ‘Maybe I should quit my job.’”
“Okay.”
“Normally I’d think about salary, another job, rent, savings.”
“Sure.”
“Then I drink.”
“Okay.”
“I’m writing my resignation letter.”
“Why?”
“If I’m thinking about changing jobs while drinking, I apply.”
“Right…”
“If I’m thinking about messaging someone, I call them.”
The woman shifted backward.
“Do you remember doing it?”
“Completely.”
“That’s worse.”
“It’s all genuinely what I wanted to do. The problem is the speed.”
The chat diagnosed the system architecture.
“The middle layer is gone.” “Thought → result.” “Approval workflow corrupted.”
She said she had even discussed the pattern with a doctor once and that medication had made it easier to manage.
The woman exhaled smoke.
“That sounds kind of like a domain technique.”
“What?”
“You force an intention inside you to manifest in reality.”
The streamer stood up.
“So I’m a sorcerer.”
“How did you get there?”
4. Innate Technique: 《酩酊遷意・六根断証》
She formed a hand sign.
The wind blew.
Leaves spiraled dramatically.
Pure coincidence.
“Innate Technique: 《酩酊遷意・六根断証》—Drunken Transference of Intent, Severance of the Six Roots.”
The woman stopped smiling.
“…That sounds much stronger than it should.”
“Between intention and action, humans have anxiety, comparison, social pressure, hesitation.”
“Yes.”
“I cut all of it.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“With alcohol.”
“That’s more dangerous.”
The moment a thought appears, it connects directly to its result.
Quit the job? Submitted.
Take a trip? Paid.
Call that person? Already ringing.
The woman stared at her.
“That’s just drunk impulsiveness.”
“It’s a technique.”
“It’s drunk impulsiveness.”
“It’s a technique.”
The streamer raised her chin.
“Domain Expansion: 《酔界無量・刹那万業転輪殿》.”
“That is ridiculously long.”
“Inside the domain, the ‘hesitation’ phase is removed from every unresolved decision.”
“That sounds awful.”
“And I have a secret art.”
“There’s more?”
She inhaled.
“《酒呑無明・十二因縁逆行・阿頼耶識強制決裁》—Drunken Ignorance, Reverse Twelvefold Causation, Forced Alaya Consciousness Approval.”
The woman burst out laughing.
“That name sounds like it could destroy the world, and the effect is filing HR paperwork?”
5. Then She Gets Punched Into a Spring
Later, the woman said:
“There’s a spring nearby. Want to see it?”
“Sure.”
They walked for about ten minutes and reached a quiet pool surrounded by moss and trees.
“Pretty.”
“Yeah.”
The streamer pointed her phone at the water.
THUD.
Something hit the back of her head.
“What—”
SPLASH.
She fell straight into the spring.
“?????” “CRIME ARC.” “Why is this suddenly a thriller?”
She surfaced, furious.
“What was that for?!”
The woman stood at the edge of the water.
Her friendly resting face was gone.
“I finally found you.”
“Found what?”
“A wielder of 《酩酊遷意・六根断証》.”
“I invented that name ten minutes ago!”
The woman formed a sign.
The wind stopped.
Birdsong vanished.
Smoke rose around her.
“Innate Technique: 《紫煙離欲・五蘊寂滅》—Violet Smoke Detachment, Extinction of the Five Aggregates.”
“What does that even do?”
“Through smoke, I weaken the link between desire and motivation.”
Sexual desire.
Hunger.
Material desire.
Need for approval.
Ambition.
And then:
“The desire to quit your job.”
The streamer went pale.
“Okay, that one is a problem.”
“That one?”
6. The Woman Who Does Everything vs. The Woman Who Stops Caring
“Domain Expansion: 《紫煙無碍・八識滅欲寂静界》.”
The world turned gray.
Endless benches.
A gigantic ashtray.
Purple smoke.
And on the wall, in disturbingly ordinary typography:
SMOKING AREA.
“The set design is way too practical!”
“In this domain, every desire is guaranteed to weaken.”
Smoke wrapped around the streamer.
“…Maybe I don’t care about streaming anymore.”
“IT’S WORKING.” “DON’T END THE STREAM.”
“Maybe my job is fine as it is…”
“Exactly.”
“Maybe I don’t need to change careers…”
The woman smiled.
Then the streamer looked up.
“But shouldn’t I be the one deciding that?”
“What?”
“I don’t want alcohol deciding for me. But I don’t want your smoke deciding either.”
She formed a sign.
“Domain Expansion: 《酔界無量・刹那万業転輪殿》!”
The two domains collided.
One woman erased desire.
The other erased hesitation.
In plain language:
One made everything feel pointless.
The other immediately did everything she felt like doing.
The compatibility was catastrophic.
“I want ramen!”
“Abandon hunger!”
“But I’m dieting!”
“Then my technique is correct!”
“…That’s true!”
She lost an occult battle by basic logic.
The smoker reversed her technique.
“《紫煙興欲・煩悩再燃》—Violet Smoke Arousal, Rekindling of Desire!”
Now desire exploded instead.
“I want barbecue! A hot spring! A cat! A new apartment! I want to quit my job!”
The woman’s face drained of color.
You do not increase desire in someone whose technique immediately executes desires.
The phone pinged.
“…I booked Kyoto for tomorrow.”
“DURING THE FIGHT?!”
7. A World-Ending Secret Art Produces Five Days of Paid Leave
The woman gathered a torrent of smoke.
“Maximum Art: 《涅欲灰燼・百八煩悩断滅》!”
The streamer formed her own sign.
“Then I’ll use mine.”
“THE LONG ONE.” “HERE IT COMES.”
“《酒呑無明—十二因縁逆行—阿頼耶識—強制決裁》!”
Thunder.
Light.
Silence.
Nothing happened.
The woman asked carefully:
“…What did you approve?”
The streamer checked her phone.
Her face turned pale.
“…Paid leave.”
“What?”
“I have five days off next week.”
“PEACEFUL ENDING.” “DON’T USE AN ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE FOR BENEFITS ADMINISTRATION.” “Character development: she did not quit.”
8. The Strongest Person Was the Hiker
Footsteps.
The elderly hiker from earlier walked directly through the domain.
He looked at the gigantic ashtray.
The violet smoke.
The warped space.
The two combatants.
Then he said:
“Hello.”
They answered automatically.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
He kept walking.
The smoker stared.
“…We’re inside a domain.”
“Yep.”
“Normal people shouldn’t be able to enter.”
The old man stopped without turning around.
“I was wondering whether young sorcerers these days had forgotten how to greet people.”
The two domains shattered like soap bubbles.
Mountain.
Birds.
Wind.
Spring.
Everything returned.
The smoker trembled.
“Who was that?”
“No idea.”
“Then why are you so calm?”
“He’s a mountain person.”
That answer was somehow the most terrifying one.
9. The Next Morning
They returned to the picnic mat as if nothing had happened.
“Want a drink?” the woman asked.
“Not today.”
“Why?”
“I accidentally created a five-day vacation.”
The woman almost lit another cigarette, then put it away.
“Me neither.”
“Because of your libido?”
“It matters.”
The stream ended.
The next morning, the clip had passed one million views.
Its title:
“Woman Has Weird Mountain Picnic, Suddenly Starts Occult Domain Battle”
There was one more notification.
Unknown sender.
Subject:
Regarding Your Sorcerer Registration
She opened the refrigerator.
One beer.
She looked at the beer.
Then at her phone.
Then at the beer again.
She quietly shut the door.
“Not today.”
For a moment, she thought she heard the old man’s voice from somewhere far away.
“Good.”
She spun around.
Nobody was there.
“…That is terrifying.”
The end.
