Senran Kagura - Bean Sprout Resolve (Yomi’s Song)

An AI song about Yomi from Senran Kagura. Lyrics: *[Verse 1]* I was born where the alleyways swallow the light Parents gone before the elementary years were through A meal on the curb, a television glowing bright Showing a silver-spoon girl receiving what was never due They called it charity, aid for some faraway shore While the ones who raised me paid with everything they had I learned to smile with perfect manners, nothing more And keep the sharper words locked behind the polite façade *[Pre-Chorus]* Desu wa… how elegant the bitterness can sound When the hunger taught you manners before it taught you pride I stitched the holes, I stretched the yen, I never looked around For anything the streets could not provide *[Chorus]* Bean sprouts on the plate, steel across my back A renegade’s table set for those the world forgot I will not bow to luxury, I will not give it slack The Crimson Squad is family—this is all the wealth I’ve got Raise the greatsword high, polite until the end Silver spoons will shatter when the simple things hold fast From the slums I climbed, and here I still defend What little we can keep… and make it last *[Verse 2]* Homura burns, Hikage drifts, Haruka weaves her strings Mirai still so small, yet never once alone I sew the tears, I count the coins, I cook the humble things And call these sisters mine beneath the renegade stone I hated every princess in a gilded hall Until the one I named my enemy showed the cracks An adopted heart can carry weight the same as all And even I can learn that prejudice can snap *[Chorus]* Bean sprouts on the plate, steel across my back A renegade’s table set for those the world forgot I will not bow to luxury, I will not give it slack The Crimson Squad is family—this is all the wealth I’ve got Raise the greatsword high, polite until the end Silver spoons will shatter when the simple things hold fast From the slums I climbed, and here I still defend What little we can keep… and make it last *[Bridge]* They offer ten thousand, I ask for twenty yen Enough to buy the sprouts that kept a child alive Money is justice only when it feeds again The ones who never asked to merely survive I am frugal, I am sharp, I am mother to this fire I am the quiet voice that still refuses to expire *[Final Chorus]* Bean sprouts on the plate, steel across my back We cannot afford the luxury of breaking now I will not bow, I will not yield, I will not turn my back On every hungry soul who still remembers how Raise the greatsword high—desu wa, this is my vow From the shadows of the slums I rose, and here I stand With sisters at my side and nothing I allow To steal the simple strength we hold in our hands