>>213480
>Or was it a nightmare...?
I can see it now, legions of Kasugas marching from the hills to the field of battle. The pace of the onslaught kept in time to ladles pounding on cast iron frying pans. The front ranks wield kitchen knives, simple grins betrayed by maniacal gazes hidden under half open eyes. Following close behind, several regiments carry cleanly split chopsticks, one stick per hand. Is this a totem to scare the enemy; a portent to what the Kasugas will do to their enemy's limbs? Bringing up the rear, a horde of artillery armed with sea slugs; ready to let them fly once the order to fire has come.
But wait, who is the enemy here? There is only you and the Kasugas on the field. Are you their enemy or are you merely standing in their path?
As they come closer, you hear a low chorus of "じーっ", barely audible above the pans and the rumble of the march. The smell of unknown farts permeates the air. The taste of spicy croquettes fill your mouth. A sea of schoolgirls clad in pink and blue uniforms is about to crash upon you. Then your hear it, a sound that makes even the most war-hardened of men tremble in fear.
Hue~~~~