Shigure's gaze sharpened, his focus intensifying as if the very tip of his sword could slice through the suffocating darkness that enveloped him. Like a predator uncoiling to seize its quarry, he lowered the Ame-no-Nuhuko spear with deliberate grace, the cold metal striking the damp earth with a resonant thud that echoed through the night. With a fluid motion, he raised the Totsuka no Tsurugi above his head, its blade shimmering in the dim light like a celestial star streaking through a still sky. In that moment, the atmosphere around him metamorphosed dramatically. A misty aura, akin to the gentle caress of autumn rain, unfurled throughout the forest, infusing the air with an enchanting ambiance. The vibrating energy enveloped him, weaving through the very fabric of reality—shadows and light intertwined in a captivating dance, creating an illusion that ensnared the senses of all who gazed upon it.
Fitran felt it—a presence that surpassed the boundaries of mere swordsmanship. "This is not just swordsmanship—this is a ritual." Each heartbeat resonated with a deep, primal power, as if the world itself reverberated in magnificence alongside the incantation he intoned.
"Oh spirit of the heavens dancing above the Amatsu mountains…"
"Lend me your will at the edge of my blade."
"For what I will cleave is not flesh, but possibility itself."
"Amatsukami no Retsu: Tatsumaki Shōkyaku (烈風焼却)"
(Falling from the Heavens: The Annihilating Storm)
—One step, united in grandeur—
—One deep breath, like preparing to face an unrelenting tempest. Shigure's entire being quivered, synchronizing perfectly with the raw power of nature; his heartbeat pulsed in harmony with the deafening roar of the raging wind.
Totsuka no Tsurugi transformed with astonishing magic, morphing into a weapon of epic proportions. Its blade elongated, a shimmering shard of the moon, radiating a brilliant light while enveloped in a whirlwind of thunder and ethereal blue flames from another dimension—where heaven and hell seemed to converge at the weapon's glimmering tip. The air around it compressed violently, unleashing a thunderous sound, reminiscent of ancient drums reverberating through the very core of one's soul. Beneath it, the ground began to melt, as thick fog billowed upward, and ripples from the lake crawled skyward, crafting a distorted landscape—like a living painting flowing without bounds.
In an instant, Shigure vanished, not merely propelled by extraordinary speed, but bolstered by his technique of briefly leaping through time. He reappeared elsewhere, as if time itself held no authority over him—piercing Fitran from a future that had yet to unfold, a bone-chilling sensation creeping down his spine.
The strikes came like a relentless storm, raining from every conceivable direction, as if a swarm of invisible axes had unleashed a ferocious assault, homing in on their unsuspecting prey. Each angle represented a different version of the world—an unpredictable kaleidoscope teeming with horrors, drastically diminishing the odds of survival.
In each version of that tumultuous world, Fitran meets his demise; he feels every agonizing stab of pain, each inevitable spill of his blood, mingling with the whispers of torment that claw at his very soul. The shadow of death stretches ominously, like a thick, dark cloud lingering in the horizon, ready to engulf him at any moment.
However…
Excalibur radiates with renewed brilliance, its sparkling light weaving a profound aura around it, not merely a sword, but an indomitable guardian of Fitran's truth. The sword's luminous glow forms a dazzling pattern in the air, casting sharp shadows that flicker like phantoms, as if tracing the outline of an extraordinary illusion awaiting revelation from another realm.
"Not all possibilities can I reject…"
"But I only need one."
"One path where I remain alive… and stay by her side."
Fitran stands resolute against the relentless dimensional slashes; his body, though laden with the weight of overwhelming force, brims with a burning determination. He steadies his posture, crafting an invisible wall of resolve to shield himself from the encroaching threat. It is not through sheer physical strength, but through a steadfast intent that shines brilliantly, akin to a steadfast star illuminating an inky night. As Excalibur resonates powerfully, the emanating light intertwines with a booming sound, causing the raging dimensional storm to cease suddenly. Reality stitches itself back onto its axis, the air around him humming and quaking, as if in recognition of the formidable power he has summoned.
Shigure's body trembled with anticipation, his gaze locked onto the dazzling brilliance radiating from Excalibur. It wasn't a fear of defeat that rendered him motionless, but an overwhelming sense of awe as swirling orbs of light and shadow danced around them, crafting a breathtaking spectacle that stretched the very boundaries of perception.
"So you really are the one who defeated the Chaos King..."
As if responding to a divine call, the previously silent sky began to shudder, reverberating with a deep and foreboding vibration. The fog, remnants of the tumultuous dimensional energy, started to dissipate in slow, ethereal wisps, revealing Shigure's determined countenance as he drew forth his third weapon—a long sword, radiant with a silvery-white light that shimmered like the first blush of dawn, evoking the serenity of the realm of the gods.
"If Totsuka slashes through possibilities, and Ame-no-Nuhuko cleaves reality—then this sword..." He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the charged air, "Is the eraser of names and legacies."
Legendary Third Sword: Ame-no-Ohabari (天の尾羽張)
—"Sky Tail Blade"
A legendary weapon steeped in ancient mythology, said to have been forged to vanquish the first god of darkness. This sword wields a power unlike any other; it does not merely sever flesh but extracts existence from the order of creation, obliterating traces and forms from the very fabric of reality, leaving behind an echo of what once was.
As Shigure grasped the three formidable weapons—the spear, the sword, and the ethereal existential blade—an unsettling magic tremor coursed through the air, warping the very fabric of reality around him. Fitran felt his Quantum Spectrum thrum with a raw intensity unlike anything he had ever encountered. The chemical field enveloping them shuddered and fragmented, collapsing under the immense weight of their combined power. Atoms that once obeyed the immutable laws of nature now rebelled, swirling chaotically as if aware of the monumental shift occurring. This wasn't merely a pressure of energy; it signified a fundamental transition in the laws of magic and reality itself.
Yet amidst this swirl of chaos, a confident smile spread across Fitran's face, buoyed by his unmistakable command over the situation.
"The third weapon? Then it is time for me to reveal the third color of my Spectrum."
With an elegant, decisive flourish, Fitran opened his left hand. Instantly, the elements that had once hovered about him ignited into a brilliant glow, weaving together in a mesmerizing choreography of light and energy. The Quantum Spectrum he wielded blossomed into luminous geometric patterns—a stunning manifestation that transcended mere chemical elements, embracing fundamental constants of reality such as time, mass, and the very direction of causality, all intertwining in a breathtaking display of cosmic alignment.
"This is not merely magic, nor just a sword technique. This is…"
"Total Resonance: Anima Resonare."
Fitran's body glowed with an otherworldly radiance, encircled by three shimmering circles of light—red, blue, and gold—each hue symbolizing heat, direction, and existence. This radiant aura enveloped him, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. As the clash of swords reverberated through the air, Shigure and Fitran found themselves locked in an exhilarating battle. Each collision between the legendary Ame-no-Ohabari and the fabled Excalibur sent forth dazzling sparks, igniting flashes of reality that danced and flickered around them. The ground below, responding to the immense energy unleashed, seemed to melt beneath the ferocity of their struggle. Sounds sliced through the atmosphere with an almost tangible sharpness, and time itself appeared to warp and bend, flowing mysteriously in two directions, crafting the illusion of simultaneous existence.
This battle transcended the mundane notion of victory or defeat; it was now a profound struggle for recognition by the world, a contest that would ultimately determine whose legacy would endure as the dust of war settled, shaping the annals of history.
Ultimate Technique: Ame no Hakai: Tenshō-no-Kuchiku (天照の駆逐)
"Destruction of Amaterasu: Exile of the Light God"
Three devastating slashes erupted from Shigure's blade, each one not only tearing through flesh but also symbolizing the eternal laws of creation, existence, and annihilation. This formidable sword wielded a transcendent power, cutting deep into the very essence of the human soul—its identity and destiny. Each slash was far more than a mere attack; it acted as a cataclysmic shift in reality itself, reverberating through the fabric of existence and leaving an indelible mark on the world around them.
First Cut – Ten no Hajimari (Beginning of the Sky)
With a sweeping motion, it severs the very moment of Fitran's birth, unleashing a cataclysmic force that reverberates through the very fabric of his existence. The air crackles with tension, shaking the roots of his identity and sending tremors through the world around him. Its razor-sharp edge creates a chasm between realms, transforming each breath into a weighty reminder of life's fragility, rendering the atmosphere heavy with uncertainty.
Second Cut – Utsuroi no Toki (Changing Times)
This blade slices through the tapestry of time itself, targeting the pivotal choices that shaped Fitran's journey. Each slash sends ripples across the foundations of every decision he has made, as if time were a thread unraveling before his eyes. The very essence of his past begins to shift, moments slipping away like grains of sand, collapsing into a suffocating void that echoes with the silence of what once was.
Third Cut – Shūen no Mezame (Awakening of the End)
It obliterates the limitless possibilities of Fitran's future, sealing the fate of a book that, while unwritten, lay open with untold potential. The air holds the lingering whispers of dreams never to be realized, a foreboding shadow stretching across the horizon.
The surrounding space vibrates with an indescribable intensity, as if the cosmos itself holds its breath. The sky, once vibrant and full of life, now transforms into a harrowing void, devoid of color and warmth. Fitran's body is swept away into an insatiable white whirlpool, an all-consuming force that devours everything—sound, form, and even thought begin to dissolve, leaving behind a stark emptiness. However…
Fitran stands resolute, unwavering in his despair.
His body, marred with wounds, shimmered with an ethereal glow, yet his eyes shone deeper than ever, ablaze with a fierce determination that pierced the encroaching darkness. In an instant, his Quantum Spectrum resonated anew—not just with the existing chemical elements, but also with the very concept of existence itself, forging an unbreakable bridge between the seen and the unseen realms.
"So this is how your sword defies existence, Shigure... Impressive. But…"
With unwavering resolve, Fitran lifted Excalibur, its blade glinting as reflections of light danced gracefully along its sharp edge.
"I am not merely a being that exists. I am an unstoppable possibility, a force that transcends the very boundaries of existence."
Suddenly, the sky erupted in chaos, shattering with a deafening roar that echoed through the vastness of the universe. The resonance between two formidable forces—the existential sword and the quantum magic—merged in a cataclysmic convergence, unleashing an explosion of unimaginable concepts. For a fleeting moment, even reality seemed to close its eyes, silenced in a profound reverence, caught between awe and fear.