[東方暗黒] Touhou Ankoku - The Bad Apple! [Game Version] скачать в хорошем качестве

[東方暗黒] Touhou Ankoku - The Bad Apple! [Game Version]

A remix of the Bad Apple from the PC-98. It's more leaning on the traditional vibe and a few modern instruments. Anyway, I forgot where or whom the motif part of trumpet section is, so apologies in advance. There's also the Gothic Metal version and is named Death's Bad Apple. This is intended only for the enhancement of the story/fanfiction. Think of this as a set up for when the character shows up. Extra for the Fanfiction story: [The First Hakurei] In the days before the land of reality and fantasy had its name, before the birth of that hidden land, the Hakurei Shrine stood tall upon a forested area, somewhere in the outside world. Surrounded by untouched nature and blooming red spider lilies, it was a sacred place. A flourishing place and tended carefully. A gentle wind stirred the curtains of the honden as a lone figure stepped into the morning sun. She wore the ceremonial garb of a shrine maiden an elegant fusion of flowing red hakama and crisp white top, detached sleeves fluttering in the breeze. Upon those sleeves, the yin-yang symbols were sewn in striking red and white thread, marking her not merely as a miko, but something far older... far more deliberate. Her long black hair was drawn into a high ponytail, tied with a crimson ribbon that swayed gently behind her. A fox mask obscured her face as always. It was said that few had ever seen the face of the First Hakurei. Why would she ever hide such a face? Only a few knows. She stood alone at the edge of the stone walkway, overlooking the shrine's serene garden. The place was alive not bustling, but thriving. Worshippers had come earlier in the day. Offerings still rested in bowls near the torii. The grounds were clean. The spiritual air was dense and respectful. A soft ripple in the world behind her signaled the arrival of another figure Yukari Yakumo, her youthful form stepping neatly through an opening that should not exist. A parasol rested gently on her shoulder, her purple eyes half-lidded with amusement as they always were. The First Hakurei didn’t turn to look. She knew who it was. “Yakumo.” “Hakurei,” Yukari replied with a small, knowing smile. There were no formalities between them. No need. Theirs was not the first meeting, nor the last. It was the kind of exchange that echoed through centuries like an old bell—quiet, but deep. The air was still, save for the wind stirring the red ribbon in Hakurei’s hair and the faint rustle of a parasol’s paper. "What do you have there?" Yukari asked. The shrine maiden simply turns to her side and shows that she is holding an apple. "An apple." She curtly replied. With a smirk, Yukari simply says. "Want to pair a tea on it?" Behind the mask, a soft sigh could be heard. "Of course, as long as you provide the ingredients." "Wonderful." Yukari replied and then gives a soft laugh. And so another day will pass as usual but if ever someone tries to disrupt her peace. They will get a piece of her mind and fist.