Act I: The Gathering of the Twelve and the Poison of the Death Needle
"After you left in absolute anger, your mother was consumed by worry," Kenji Akira Yamamoto spoke, his voice vibrating with a calm yet immense authority. "She has dispatched Seven Dragons and Five Gods to descend into the Seven Worlds to hunt for you. They scour the Human World, the Jin World, the Demon World, the Dragon World, two separate factions of the Fairy World, and the Death World itself."
Kenji looked deeply into the horizon, his expression hardening. "Your mother is terrified that you will go completely berserk within the Death World and trigger an apocalyptic chaos there. Do not disturb your uncle's peace in that realm. Even I myself must hold back his catastrophic tantrums whenever his anger is ignited."
Before a reply could be uttered, a violent gasp cut through the air.
"Okh! Okh!"
Ratna Wulan convulsed violently, spurting fresh, dark blood from her lips onto the pristine ground.
"It looks like she has been pierced and poisoned by the legendary Death Needle," Kenji Akira Yamamoto observed, his medical aura instantly flaring.
"Yes... that is right," a strained voice replied from the vanguard. "She engaged in a brutal skirmish against the Shinigami, Yuki Fujita Akemono."
"Lay her down immediately. I will attempt to purge the venom and cure her," Kenji commanded.
As Ratna Wulan was carefully laid upon a stone dais, Wijaya Kusumah stepped forward, his brow furrowed with political and familial anxiety. "Father... if you are here, then who stands to lead the Nirvana Kingdom in your absence?"
"For the narrative present, your mother reigns as the absolute Queen there," Kenji Akira Yamamoto answered without looking up, his hands glowing with restorative celestial energy. "It is time for you to return home and rightfully claim your position as King. Your mother is currently fighting against time, using every ounce of her power to heal your younger brother. He was critically maimed and his life hangs in the balance following a savage assault by your uncle, Akimi Shinjiro Akirayama—the one they call Seldom."
"Ah... Seldom!" Wijaya hissed, his fists clenching at the mention of the rogue tyrant.
"Your brother's life is tethered to a thread," Kenji reiterated, his tone shifting into an unyielding demand for absolute silence. "Now go outside. Do not disrupt my focus while I extract this poison."
"Father, please... save my future wife," Wijaya pleaded, casting a final glance at the pale form of Ratna Wulan.
"I will exert my absolute best," Kenji Akira Yamamoto stated grimly.
Act II: The Solitude of Wijaya Kusumah
Wijaya stepped out of the sanctuary, walking into the quiet courtyard to contemplate the crushing weight of his existence. The winds of fate had been deeply unkind to him; he had lost almost everyone he had ever loved.
He had suffered the loss of his first wife, Yuki Motto, who had mysteriously vanished in the crucible of battle two centuries ago. Then, the darkness had claimed his second wife, Yuki Fujita Akemono. Finally, his mind drifted to his beloved daughter, Fujita Akeno Yuki Akemono—a child of profound destiny whose current whereabouts remained entirely unknown to him, lost somewhere across the infinite galaxies.
As he stood in the silence, meditating on his losses, a sudden spiritual ripple disrupted his thoughts. A wounded messenger from his own faction materialized, heavily bloodied from a surprise ambush.
"Quickly, lay him down! I shall tend to his wounds as well!" Kenji Akira Yamamoto's voice boomed from within the house, his multi-tasking divine consciousness managing both crises simultaneously.
From the threshold, Kenji's voice echoed out to his brooding son. "Wijaya, you should have been the one leading the vanguard, but you have remained completely unreachable to me all this time. That is precisely why your mother stepped forward to temporarily assume the mantle of leadership to replace me. Go home. Your mother cannot hold the frontline forever while simultaneously fighting time to stitch your brother's fractured soul back together after Seldom's onslaught."
Meanwhile, a staggering distance away, nestled precisely at the cosmic nexus where the borders of Heaven and Hell collided, a solitary woman sat beneath a twilight sky. She was humming a melancholic melody, her voice carrying a deep, ancient sorrow:
"You are always present in my life... But you chose to walk away. I cannot contain the aching longing within my heart... I only wish to see your face again. Yet you always choose to ignore me... I refuse to believe this is where our story ends."
"Who is it that you wait for so patiently?" asked a deep, resonant voice that materialized out of the empty air.
The woman turned, her eyes softening as she recognized the figure. "I am waiting for you. I have missed you beyond measure."
The man stepped forward, his eyes reflecting the cold fire of absolute ambition. "I am currently finalizing a grand design to completely dismantle and destroy the 5 Galaxies and the 7 Cosmic Worlds."
"Huh... so you truly intend to execute that apocalyptic plan?" the woman murmured, a mixture of awe and resignation in her voice.
"Yes," the man replied without a shred of hesitation.
Had any mortal or lesser deity witnessed this exchange, they would have trembled in absolute terror. These two entities were none other than the apex executioners who had wielded absolute planetary influence twenty centuries ago: Armageddon Kenji Kira, the Primary God of Destruction whose divine mandate was the systematic annihilation of the 12 Galaxies, and his sovereign consort, Fujita Yuki Akemono, the supreme Queen of the Dragon Goddesses.
"Darling, my longing for you is absolute," Fujita whispered, looking around at the surreal, unmappable landscape. "Where exactly are we?"
"We are not on Earth, nor are we truly in Hell or Heaven," Kenji Kira explained, gesturing to the vast, split horizon. "This is the absolute Zenith—the highest threshold suspended directly between the celestial and abyssal planes. Look to your right, and you shall witness Heaven; look to your left, and you shall gaze into Hell."
Turning her gaze to the right, Fujita marveled at the boundless expanses of the paradisiacal heavens. She saw pristine waters flowing like endless, crystalline labyrinths, sprawling mystical lakes, rivers composed entirely of pure milk, and streams of golden honey—an infinity of wonders designed to bring absolute ecstasy to the soul.
But when she turned her head to the left, her breath hitched. She was confronted by the horrific, screaming abyss of Hell. A raging, catastrophic fire blazed eternally, burning millions of wretched souls alive. She watched in sheer horror as sinners were forced to drink boiling, sulfuric water, the heat melting their skin and flesh down to the bone only for it to regenerate in an endless cycle of agony. She saw eyes pierced by white-hot irons and entities driven to madness, severing their own tongues.
The sheer terror of the sight caused Akeno's ethereal body to shiver violently, her entire form convulsing from the psychological weight of the underworld's damnation.
"Do not look upon that wretched place any longer," Kenji Kira murmured gently, stepping into her line of sight to block the view. "Let us journey to a far better domain."
With a flash of displacement magic, the cosmic pair manifested upon a dying world located in a remote sector of the universe. The planet was undergoing a slow, agonized death. "Duuaaaarrr!!" "Duuaaaarrr!!" Volcanic explosions ripped through the atmosphere as the continental plains were violently fractured by erupting mountain ranges.
"What shattered place is this?" Fujita inquired, dust swirling around her elegant robes.
Kenji Kira looked at her with a challenging smirk. "Do you truly think this place is any better than the threshold we just left?"
Fujita contemplated the destruction for a brief moment before a serene smile graced her lips. "Yes... this is infinitely better. It is a canvas ripe for renewal."
Reaching into the folds of her gown, Fujita produced a magnificent, swirling crystal orb. With a gentle toss, the ball flew high into the upper atmosphere of the dying planet. Raising her hands, she began to chant an ancient, primordial spell, reciting the esoteric cosmic runes from A and B, all the way to Z.
As the final syllable left her lips, the crystal orb erupted in a blinding, transcendent radiance. The artifact acted as a massive cosmic vacuum, systematically absorbing every ounce of negative energy, malice, and destruction plaguing the world, while simultaneously releasing an overwhelming wave of positive, life-giving primordial energy.
Below them, the tectonic plates ceased their violent grinding. The erupting volcanoes cooled into lush, green peaks, and the fractured plains knit themselves back together, returning the planet to a state of pristine, natural perfection.
"You have executed it once more," Kenji Kira remarked, watching the world bloom with fresh life. "They will all become entirely dependent upon your grace. As a direct consequence of your compassion, you have forged those three primordial cosmic spheres. This reality exists solely because of your actions."
Kenji Kira stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. "Do you remember the true purpose behind their creation?"
Fujita fell into deep thought, the memories of her long crusade aligning in her mind. "Yes! Those spheres were divinely assigned to traverse the multiverse to track down and locate my mother's true coordinates."
Kenji Kira looked at the glowing orb as it descended back into her palm. "And tell me, my love... was she finally found?"