Scene opens – Two days after the Vault shattered]
The Rekikan was in chaos.
Whispers spread like wildfire:
> "He didn't die in the Vault…"
"He rejected the Council's fate…"
"He came back… with a new name."
Jin Kuroya – The Soul with No Master.
And he wasn't hiding.
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[Scene – Outside the Rekikan, southern cliffs]
Jin stood at the edge of a cliff, hair blowing in the wind, Renzai: Tenrou now sealed in a new sheath strapped diagonally across his back. His cloak was shorter, burned at the edges, his old squad patch cut clean.
He wasn't a runaway.
He was reborn.
Renzai whispered in his mind, calmer now.
"You've stepped off their path. But fire always forges its own."
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[Scene – Squad Six Headquarters]
Captain Aria held the remnants of Jin's soul-forged cloak.
The Council had ruled him unaffiliated.
The word "rogue" floated through official papers.
Marin slammed her fist on the table.
"He saved the damn Rekikan."
Sora sharpened his blades silently.
"And now they want to erase him from the records."
Ketsu adjusted his glasses.
"He's no longer bound by their laws. He can do what we can't."
Aria stood, calm and cold.
"Then it's time he got his first mission."
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[Scene – Secret meeting, outskirts of the Rekikan]
Jin met Aria in a broken temple lit only by glyph candles.
She slid him a scroll.
"A village near the northern edge of the Soulveil is being consumed by a creeping corruption."
Jin took the scroll, unread.
"Is this official?"
"No. If the Council knew I was helping you, I'd be trialed for treason."
"Then I'll owe you."
She stepped closer.
"Just come back alive. One day, they'll need you again. Make sure you're still here when they realize it."
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[Scene shift – Northern Soulveil, midnight]
Jin walked into a dead village.
No sound. No wind. Just rotted wood, flickering spirit lanterns, and ash.
And then—
He heard it.
A laugh.
Wrong. Twisted. Childlike.
And floating above a half-collapsed shrine—
A boy. White-haired, blindfolded, body stitched with spirit cords.
"You're late," the boy said.
Jin froze. The boy radiated corruption.
"Who are you?"
The child giggled, voice echoing like glass breaking underwater.
"I'm your welcoming party, Jin Kuroya."
"And I've been singing to your flame for days."
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[Fight Begins – Jin vs. The Threaded Prophet]
The boy raised one finger—dozens of glowing spirit threads shot from the ground, each singing a twisted lullaby that dulled the senses.
Jin unsheathed Tenrou.
The blade cracked the silence, the threads igniting the second they touched its aura.
The boy grinned.
"So the Soulforge gave you that thing."
"You talk too much."
Jin flash-stepped.
They clashed midair—flames vs. threads. Every strike from Jin erased a note from the song. But every word from the Prophet summoned new specters of children—spirit illusions filled with memory and malice.
Jin started slipping—his flame growing too focused. Too controlled.
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[Mid-fight awakening – Jin lets go of form]
Renzai whispered:
"You're not fire because you control it. You're fire because you burn through anything that tries to shape you."
Jin took a deep breath.
And let go.
The flame roared outward—Tenrou shedding its clean edge and becoming jagged once more, its form dictated by intent, not structure.
He spun through the illusions.
One slash.
One truth.
"I'm not what the Council made.
I'm not what the prophecy predicted.
I'm just me. And I'm DONE playing with ghosts."
The Prophet screamed—threads incinerated, illusions scattered, soul presence shattered.
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[Final Strike – Soulburn: Wildfire Descent]
Jin leapt into the sky, cloak snapping like wings, blade flaming like a comet.
He came down.
"Wildfire Descent!"
BOOM.
The shrine exploded in soulflame.
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[Aftermath – Prophet gone. The village, silent.]
But something remained.
A fragment.
A black crown of thorns, pulsing with Raikou's cursed energy.
Jin picked it up, hand trembling.
"He was here…"
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[Final Scene – Kuragami Inner Sanctum]
Raikou stood alone, overlooking a sea of corrupted souls.
He held a matching piece of the crown.
"Every step you take, little brother… leads you right to me."