[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]

The look Mokou gave Sanae was one of near confusion. How [i]what?[/i] Nothing she had done was particularly unusual, was it? Sure, using magical abilities for actual damage rather than playing by the rules wasn't allowed any more, but even a relative newcomer to Gensokyo ought to know that it was a polite agreement rather than an actual [i]limitation.[/i] Everything else was just--

Ah, right. She'd been so used to everyone who actually came after her [i]knowing[/i] about the immortality (or being so focused on fighting for other reasons) that it had completely slipped her mind that someone might not know. In hindsight, a flashy self-immolation to clean up some injury probably looked a lot worse than it was--

Okay, it looked exactly as bad as it was, that dull ache [i]everywhere[/i]. Still vastly preferable to having her arm rot off entirely or being eaten by a centipede, of course.

"It's 'cause I'm immortal."

That should cover it.