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The Eidolon moved, and space bent.
One moment it stood a hundred feet away, the next—inches from Yuki.
But Yuki didn't flinch.
He raised his hand slowly… and the entire dimension froze. Time stuttered. The glass realm flickered like a paused film strip.
"You're fast," Yuki whispered, aura coiling like a serpent of stars behind him.
"But this isn't speed anymore. This is control."
The Eidolon's voice was ice cracking under pressure.
"You touch reality like a child scribbles on parchment. I am the page."
Then they moved.
Two gods in a ballet of ruin—
Every strike from Yuki bent the world at the seams. Punches distorted light. Kicks tore open rifts.
The Eidolon countered with concepts. Ideas turned into blades. Regret. Memory. Silence.
Yuki was cut—not on skin, but soul. His limbs trembled, not from pain, but overload.
Still, he smiled.
"Good," he said. "Because now I don't have to hold back either."
He clapped his hands—VOID IMPLOSION.
Suddenly, there was no space, no gravity, no sound.
Only him. And the Eidolon.
They clashed again—fists colliding like planets. Waves of raw myth burst out in rings, glass platforms crumbling.
Aiko, Ren, Haru—all watching from the distance, barely breathing.
"He's matching it," Haru muttered.
Ren shook his head. "No… he's surpassing it."
Yuki reappeared behind the Eidolon, whispering one word:
"End."
And reality obeyed.
For a moment… the Eidolon was erased.
But only for a moment.
From the void, it reformed—distorted, furious.
"You are not Gojo," it hissed. "You are worse. A variable."
Yuki stood tall, bleeding aura and power.
"I'm not Gojo. I'm Yuki. And I'm rewriting the myth myself."
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Fragment: A God Watches
Nogitsune stood at the edge of the broken platform, arms crossed, eyes unblinking.
The battle ahead was a dance of titans—if titans bled starlight and shattered the laws of existence just by existing. The air rippled with mythic pressure, but Nogitsune barely blinked.
"He's still not serious."
The thought echoed in his mind, cold and sharp. To anyone else, Yuki looked like a raging storm of void and reality—clashing with the Eidolon like a born deity. But to Nogitsune…
It was child's play.
He saw it—every flaw in Yuki's movement, the hesitation behind each burst of power, the confusion in his eyes when his own technique bent the dimension too much.
Yuki was improvising. Surviving. Not yet fighting with purpose.
And that realization carved a deep line of tension across Nogitsune's expression.
"This isn't the true battle. The real enemy is still watching. Still waiting."
His fingers twitched slightly.
He wasn't afraid for Yuki.
He was afraid of what Yuki might awaken next.
And if that awakening happened too soon—if he pierced through reality too deep—
Even the Eidolon would seem like an echo.
"He's dancing with the void like it's a friend," Nogitsune thought.
"But what if the void answers back with hunger?"
A faint smirk curled on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"I've been preparing him for battle," he thought, "but what if I've been feeding a god who doesn't know he's hungry?"
The sky rumbled as Yuki sent the Eidolon crashing into a tower of light and memory.
And for a moment—just a moment—Nogitsune wondered…
"If he defeats the Eidolon here, what waits for us on the other side of that sealed door?"
He already knew the answer.
Something worse. Something older. Something that remembered the world before myth.
And Yuki... might just be its key.
---
The world tore itself apart.
The air cracked like glass. Reality bent inward, pulled by a force that couldn't be named—not yet.
One blink.
That's all it took.
The Eidolon vanished. No flash. No wind. It simply ceased to exist in front of Yuki. Then—
It reappeared behind him. Its form twisted, monstrous and fluid, made of memory and void. A claw of raw concept lashed out.
Yuki didn't move in time.
"YUKI!!"
Aiko's scream split the battlefield. Her voice hit like thunder, her knees collapsing beneath her as she reached for him.
The impact wasn't just physical—it struck the very thread of his existence. Yuki was thrown, body cratering into the ground, blood erupting from his lips. His aura flickered. His eyes dimmed.
Himari stood frozen, lips trembling.
"Don't—don't go," she whispered, too soft to be heard. But her tears fell anyway, one after another, shimmering with spiritual glow.
Nogitsune stepped forward. His gaze was stone, but his heart—
It cracked.
He wasn't afraid.
He was furious.
"Not yet," he muttered, his voice sharp with warning. "Don't awaken fully here, Yuki. Not for this thing."
But the sealed door behind them pulsed.
Yuki's body twitched. Then rose.
He hovered slightly above the ground. Hair lifted. Eyes burned with unfocused energy.
And then—
The orb inside the temple pulsed.
And memory answered.
---
Fragment: The Memory Realm
Yuki floated through it—not space, not time—just a memory that didn't belong to him.
A voice spoke.
> "You're not supposed to be here yet, kitsune."
The place was empty, white, infinite—and yet full of murmurs, fragments of lost myths, of battles not yet fought.
Yuki reached forward.
The memory shattered into light.
---
Back in the Present
He stood. Blood dripping. Aura unstable.
But power—unimaginable power—settled around him like armor made of silence and fear.
His voice came low, ragged.
"Don't… touch my family."
The Eidolon tilted its head.
And for the first time—it stepped back.
---
The world tore itself apart.
The air cracked like glass. Reality bent inward, pulled by a force that couldn't be named—not yet.
One blink.
That's all it took.
The Eidolon vanished. No flash. No wind. It simply ceased to exist in front of Yuki. Then—
It reappeared behind him. Its form twisted, monstrous and fluid, made of memory and void. A claw of raw concept lashed out.
Yuki didn't move in time.
"YUKI!!"
Aiko's scream split the battlefield. Her voice hit like thunder, her knees collapsing beneath her as she reached for him.
The impact wasn't just physical—it struck the very thread of his existence. Yuki was thrown, body cratering into the ground, blood erupting from his lips. His aura flickered. His eyes dimmed.
Himari stood frozen, lips trembling.
"Don't—don't go," she whispered, too soft to be heard. But her tears fell anyway, one after another, shimmering with spiritual glow.
Nogitsune stepped forward. His gaze was stone, but his heart—
It cracked.
He wasn't afraid.
He was furious.
"Not yet," he muttered, his voice sharp with warning. "Don't awaken fully here, Yuki. Not for this thing."
But the sealed door behind them pulsed.
Yuki's body twitched. Then rose.
He hovered slightly above the ground. Hair lifted. Eyes burned with unfocused energy.
And then—
The orb inside the temple pulsed.
And memory answered.
---
Fragment: The Memory Realm
Yuki floated through it—not space, not time—just a memory that didn't belong to him.
A voice spoke.
> "You're not supposed to be here yet, kitsune."
The place was empty, white, infinite—and yet full of murmurs, fragments of lost myths, of battles not yet fought.
Yuki reached forward.
The memory shattered into light.
---
Back in the Present
He stood. Blood dripping. Aura unstable.
But power—unimaginable power—settled around him like armor made of silence and fear.
His voice came low, ragged.
"Don't… touch my family."
The Eidolon tilted its head.
And for the first time—it stepped back.
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