Kaito spoke, his deep, authoritative voice resonating in the air:
"It's time to go to the surface. We are hundreds, creatures with strange abilities, capable of anything. Now, I order you: prepare yourselves."
The curses began to move silently, shifting like living shadows. One by one, they sank into Kaito's own shadow, vanishing with overwhelming speed. In a matter of moments, the place was empty, as if they had never existed.
Kaito looked up at the faint sunlight that filtered through the cracks high above the crater. His golden eyes, surrounded by the darkness of his black sclera, shone brightly as he spoke in a whisper that held a mixture of determination and longing:
—It's time to see the sun and the landscape of the world.
He leaned slightly forward, as if about to leap into the void, and in an instant, with a colossal jump, he vanished from the scene. His figure rose with inhuman strength and grace, reaching breathtaking heights.
In the air, Kaito steadied himself as his white hair rippled like an ethereal waterfall. For a few moments, he simply floated, gazing at the sky and feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. He closed his eyes for a brief instant, savoring the sensation before opening them again. He looked down, where a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains stretched as far as the eye could see.
With an almost imperceptible smile, Kaito stretched his body in the air, as if releasing tension accumulated over years. His smile soon faded as he looked at his worn clothes, vestiges of what had been his life in the depths.
"This won't work," he muttered to himself.
An energy began to surround him, destroying the remnants of his clothing and enveloping him in a radiant aura. In a matter of seconds, a new outfit formed over his body, reflecting his newfound power and position. He now wore a dark and majestic uniform: black trousers and boots reinforced with pieces of armor; a black yukata with gold trim and details, partially open to reveal his chest, and secured with bandages at his wrists. A second layer of yukata rested on his shoulders, adding an air of royalty and sophistication. Everything about his appearance exuded an aura of wealth, power, and absolute authority.
Her long, shiny white hair floated freely around her, giving her an imposing and supernatural presence as she remained suspended in the air.
Kaito surveyed the landscape once more, his expression serious and calculating. The time for hiding was over. Now, it was time to unleash his darkness upon the world. With a smooth yet determined movement, he began his descent, ready to unleash his will upon all within his reach.
Kaito reached the ground with a serene movement, his feet landing softly on the snow as he began to walk slowly forward. His long, gleaming white hair trailed behind him, as if caressing the cold earth. Each step seemed to echo in the stillness of the landscape, marking his advance toward an unknown destination.
Elsewhere, life continued in apparent calm. In the heart of a joyful town, children played in the streets while the adults went about their daily tasks. Everything was tinged with happiness, a stark contrast to the figure of Kaito, who was inexorably advancing toward them.
In the town's main square, a frail-looking old man was talking with four young people, two women and two men. They all shared a striking resemblance: black hair and similar features, though they were of different ages. The difference between them was almost imperceptible, and their presence exuded a sense of strength and respect. Facing them, the old man spoke in a paternal tone, holding his cane firmly:
"You young men possess extraordinary abilities. The world will respect you. The oldest is 19 and the youngest is 16. It's time for you to find wives and start families. Make this town the best place to live. Your skills are already honed, and you have experience fighting sorcerers."
The young people exchanged glances filled with pride and happiness, nodding with determination. They smiled at each other, sharing a moment of hope.
Meanwhile, in another part of the village, which by now resembled a city more than a town due to its population and the prosperity visible on every corner, security was ensured by a high wooden wall that protected the residents from predators and other threats. At one of the main entrances, two guards chatted, each at one end of the gate.
"It's such a drag having to be here all day," one of the guards complained, yawning. "If a predator shows up, all we have to do is call the brothers to take it out."
The other guard, leaning on his spear, nodded resignedly.
—You're right, but those are the leader's orders. We can't do anything.
The first guard observed the bustle inside the city, where people laughed, worked, and lived in peace.
—Even so, it's a relief that those children were born here. Thanks to them, we can live in peace.
The second guard smiled slightly.
—That's true. Besides, they're friendly, and their arrival has made the town grow like never before.
Suddenly, a strange noise broke the conversation. It came from the bushes across the path, beyond the trees. Both guards strained their eyes and tensed. The sound grew clearer, as if something were approaching. Finally, a figure emerged from the trees, walking along the path that led to the town.
When the figure was fully revealed, the guards' eyes widened in astonishment. It was a man with long, lustrous, snow-white hair that floated lightly with each step. His elegant, dark attire exuded authority and mystery. Kaito paused for a moment and slowly turned his head, surveying the city with a cold, impenetrable gaze.
The guards froze when their eyes met his. Their bodies wouldn't respond, as if an invisible force had deprived them of their will. Kaito continued onward, passing through the entrance without anyone daring to stop him.
Inside the city, the bustle died away in an instant. The merchants selling their wares, the children playing, and the passersby strolling the streets all froze. A deathly silence enveloped the place as their instincts screamed at them to do nothing. Every glance directed at Kaito was filled with fear.
He walked calmly down the middle of the street, observing the place coldly. He looked up and murmured, in a voice full of disdain:
—So this is what they accomplished by destroying my peace. Hmm , I see. They didn't do too badly.
As they passed, everyone remained motionless, unable to even breathe deeply.
In the center of the village, the old man and the four young men immediately felt an overwhelming presence. The four brothers looked at each other, their eyes wide and cold sweat running down their bodies.
The old man, noticing their reaction, looked at them with concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked, gripping his cane tightly.
The eldest of the young men replied in a trembling voice:
—Something. Something non-human has entered the village. And it's very powerful.
The old man opened his eyes in surprise, as did the others present. The presence they felt was unlike anything they had ever experienced before.
"Listen!" the old man shouted, his tone urgent. "You must leave here immediately! Don't stay!"
The young people hesitated for a moment, but the fear in their eyes was evident.
"It's too late, old man!" exclaimed the older man, desperate. "We can't escape now."
The old man looked in the direction of the presence he sensed. His hands trembled, but he gritted his teeth and spoke firmly:
"There's still hope! You must try. Even though my instincts scream at me to run, I know it's too late for me. But you still have a chance."
The young people exchanged glances, but then began to run, fleeing the village with all their might. Behind them, the other inhabitants who had been present also began to flee, gripped by panic.
The old man stood firm, staring in the direction from which the presence that seemed to envelop the entire place in shadow had come. With his cane trembling in his hands, he awaited the inevitable.
Kaito arrived at the center of the village, where an imposing mansion stood as a symbol of the place. His cold eyes scanned the stairs leading to the top of the structure. He slowly turned his head, studying everything around him. He noticed that the other half of the village seemed nonexistent, as if it had been erased from the map. Then he looked toward the path leading to the gate and, finally, toward the opposite entrance, located in the distance.
Suddenly, a sound broke the stillness. Footsteps echoed on the mansion's stairs. From the shadows emerged an old man leaning on a cane, his face etched with age and worry. In a trembling voice, the old man spoke:
—Being? What do you want from this place?
Kaito turned his attention to him, raising his gaze to meet the old man's eyes. That simple action caused the old man to freeze in place. A wave of terror coursed through his body, paralyzing him.
Without haste, Kaito began to climb the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He stopped in front of the old man, towering over him like an inescapable figure of judgment.
—Years have passed —Kaito said with a bone-chilling calm.— I see that not even age could break you.
The old man slowly raised his gaze, his eyes reflecting surprise and fear. He wanted to reply, but the words caught in his throat. It was as if his very body refused to obey him.
Kaito continued walking, passing him until his back was turned to the mansion. His cold gaze scanned the building's facade for a moment before he slowly moved a hand forward.
At that moment, a powerful roar shook the place:
—BOOM!
The entire mansion was reduced to rubble in an instant. Beams and walls shattered, scattering in all directions as if they were made of paper. The old man barely dared to glance over, his body trembling as fear filled his eyes.
Kaito turned slowly, standing next to the old man as his gaze fell upon the city, filled with people who now remained silent and terrified.
"In the past, this place was nice," Kaito murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and contempt. "Here I could live with what I used to call family."
The old man, his face pale, tried to speak again, but his trembling lips could not form a single word.
Kaito glanced at him sideways and continued:
—You ask for forgiveness, old man? But you don't have the courage to risk your life?
The snow began to fall slowly from the sky, covering the place with a cold blanket. Kaito took a deep breath before speaking again:
—Leader of the people, do you remember me? All that you did to me? For years I thought about how to make you suffer more. But, no matter how many ideas I had, none satisfied me. So I decided to do them all, one by one, until something pleased me. Do you understand?
The old man gritted his teeth, but didn't dare answer. His body was rigid, consumed by fear.
"If you say those words," Kaito continued, his tone like a sentence, "you will condemn everyone to a fate more cruel than you can imagine. They may die painlessly, or experience suffering for all eternity."
The old man, who was about to shout to warn the inhabitants to flee, abruptly closed his mouth. His eyes, now filled with tears, reflected the internal struggle between his duty and his fear.
Noticing their silence, Kaito added in a contemptuous tone:
—Leader, I've noticed several presences have left this place. And it was your fault. Now, some of them will die. Did you know that?
From Kaito's shadow suddenly emerged four humanoid figures, each with a terrifying appearance. The first was completely black, with blue energy emanating from its body. The second was similar , but its energy was red and vibrant. The third had multiple mouths distributed all over its body, and the fourth possessed a single eye that seemed to observe everything.
The beings knelt behind Kaito, bowing their heads in submission. Without looking at them, Kaito gave them his orders:
—Go after the humans who escaped. Among them are four sorcerers. Bring them back unharmed. If the others refuse to return, make an example of them.
The beings disappeared in an instant, moving at inhuman speed, leaving behind a trail of shadowy energy.
Kaito turned his attention back to the old man, whose figure seemed increasingly hunched under the weight of the situation.
—Now let's wait, old man. We won't begin until everyone is present.
The snow continued to fall relentlessly, covering the ground with a white blanket that contrasted sharply with the charred remains of the mansion. The silence was almost sepulchral, broken only by the crunch of the snowflakes as they settled and the trembling footsteps of the villagers who were beginning to reach the center of town. Their faces reflected panic, their bodies moved stiffly, as if each step brought them closer to an abyss from which there was no escape.
Kaito watched the people from the top of the stairs. His cold gaze was enough to make anyone wish they could become invisible. Then he spoke, with an unsettling calm:
—It seems they've already arrived, village leader.
The old man, still standing beside Kaito, gathered all the courage he had left and, in a trembling voice, pleaded:
—Forgive those people. They didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who did it.
Kaito glanced at him sideways, a flash of boredom and contempt crossing his face.
—Village leader, those words. How many times did you say them to my mother? To my family?
The old man remained silent, unable to answer.
Kaito narrowed his eyes, an icy gleam in them, while his tone took on a sharp edge:
"That's what annoys me most about you. That you apologize, you old hypocrite, and that you won't admit your mistakes until you're facing death. But don't worry, you won't die. I'll make you suffer more than anyone else in the world. I hope you're ready."
The old man lowered his head, his body trembled, but he said nothing.
The people continued to approach the center of the village, their eyes filled with fear. Each step they took was more difficult, as if an invisible force were crushing their bodies. When they tried to look up, their eyes met Kaito's imposing figure. The terror they felt then was unparalleled; the initial panic that had gripped them seemed insignificant compared to what now dominated them.
After a few moments, the last people arrived, closing the circle in the center of the village. Then, from the shadows in front of the stairs, the four beings sent by Kaito appeared. Each carried an unconscious body, which they carelessly threw to the ground.
The sound of bodies hitting the snow made the villagers back away, creating an empty space around the beings. Their gazes were fixed on the monstrous figures, and the fear in the air became palpable.
Kaito watched them indifferently and spoke, his voice echoing in the icy air:
—Leave them there. Now get out of town. Find anyone who has escaped and kill them all. Leave no one alive.
The beings bowed their heads in obedience and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness and desolation.
Kaito looked at the four bodies on the ground and then turned his attention to the old man.
"They look just like my mother," she said with a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Now what do I do? I so badly want to kill them right now, but that would be too easy."
He crossed his arms, lost in thought, his gaze sweeping over the unconscious figures. Finally, he made a decision.
—Let's wait for them to wake up. We have time.
A few minutes passed, and silence reigned once more. Slowly, the four young people began to regain consciousness. Their eyelids opened heavily, and their eyes moved, trying to understand where they were. First, they saw the villagers, their faces filled with fear. Then, their gazes rose to the top of the stairs.
Upon seeing Kaito, their bodies instantly tensed. A mixture of surprise and terror was reflected in their eyes, as if they had witnessed a nightmare come true.
The tension in the air was almost palpable as the snow continued to fall, enveloping the stage in an icy blanket. The young people, still trembling, remained silent as Kaito's gaze pierced them like a knife. His cold, authoritative voice resonated:
—I see you've woken up. It's time to begin.
The four of them instinctively took a few steps back, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Kaito turned towards the villagers, his expression unperturbed as he looked at them one by one.
"You're wondering why a creature like me has you prisoners in this place, aren't you?" he said calmly, though his tone held a sharp edge. "You're wondering what you did to deserve this."
The snow continued to fall, and the cold seemed to intensify with every word.
"I asked myself that question for years too," Kaito continued. "When I was locked up in this place, when my freedom and peace were taken from me, I kept asking myself what I had done to deserve so much suffering."
The villagers exchanged nervous glances, but no one said anything.
Kaito turned his attention to the four young men.
—Tell me, how did you get to this village?
The young men exchanged uncertain glances, until the older of them gathered the courage to speak:
—We don't really know. We were born in this town, but our parents died here during an epidemic.
Kaito slowly turned his gaze towards the old man.
"I see," he murmured, with an icy smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Village leader, you didn't tell them the truth. You're afraid they'll hate you for how they were born."
He turned his attention back to the crowd, his voice echoing in the cold air:
—And you? Who knows what happened years ago in this place?
No one answered. The villagers remained motionless; the silence was as heavy as the cold that enveloped them.
"I see," Kaito said, narrowing his eyes. "If no one wants to talk peacefully, then I suppose I'll have to take other measures."
He raised a hand with a slow, deliberate movement. At that instant, all the children in the village began to rise into the air as if they were puppets suspended by invisible strings. The screams of the parents broke the silence, and chaos erupted. Some tried to jump to reach their children, while others fell to their knees pleading.
"They will all die," Kaito declared with chilling calm.
Panic spread like wildfire, and the screams multiplied.
—It's time someone stepped forward and told the truth about what happened years ago in this place. You have three seconds.
The desperate parents continued fighting to save their children, but no villager dared to move.
"One," Kaito said, with a slowness that made time seem to freeze even more.
Desperation grew. The shouting intensified, but no one spoke.
"Two," he said, as the villagers looked around frantically, as if searching for a savior.
Just as Kaito opened his mouth to say "three," a trembling voice broke through the chaos:
—I know what happened! Please forgive them!
Kaito looked down at the villager who had shouted, a middle-aged man who was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Now that you know what happened, tell them everything, the truth," Kaito said, his tone sharp. "And listen carefully: for every lie you tell, one of the children will die."
The man swallowed hard, his legs barely able to support him as he looked at the other villagers, then turned his gaze back to Kaito. The desperation in his eyes was evident, but he began to speak:
-Us.
Kaito interrupted her words coldly:
—Listen, villagers. And you, speak up.
The man nodded shakily and continued:
"We were once a small village. To grow, we made a deal with the sorcerers. They asked for our help in destroying a rival clan of sorcerers, and we agreed. We fulfilled their demands and captured an entire family. In the end, the sorcerers dealt with the rest, but we kept two prisoners: a woman and her son."
The man lowered his head, his voice broken.
—We kept them locked up here for a while, until their mother offered us a deal.
Before he could continue, one of the children floating in the air was brutally crushed. Blood splattered those present, and a heart-wrenching scream erupted from a woman who collapsed to the ground, weeping in agony.
Kaito looked at them coldly and spoke:
—Speak the truth. Tell everything, just as it happened.
The man, trembling and paralyzed by fear, opened his mouth to continue, but at that moment the old man, the leader of the village, next to Kaito, took a step forward.
"It was me," he said, his voice trembling but resolute. "I was the one who offered the woman a deal. I promised her that if she had a child with sorcerer's powers, we would free her and her child."
The old man paused, swallowing hard as the villagers' eyes turned on him in horror.
—But we didn't keep our word. We kept them imprisoned even after she fulfilled her part of the agreement. Years passed. She had four children, but we... we threw the first child into a crater like he was trash.
The silence that followed his words was icy, broken only by the weeping of some mothers in the crowd.
Kaito stared at him, his eyes blazing with suppressed fury.
"I see you continue to disguise the truth with lies, old man," he said, his tone as icy as the snow that kept falling. "Your stupidity and your lack of courage to admit your mistakes have sealed the fate of several here."
With a flick of his wrist, several more children were crushed in mid-air, their bodies exploding in a gruesome spectacle. Blood splattered everywhere, and the screams of mothers echoed with despair and horror.
Kaito observed the chaos emotionlessly as he spoke:
"Every lie they tell will cost lives. What happened back then was that this leader held us prisoner for a whole year. Then he came up with a deal that turned out to be a vile lie, deceiving my mother, abusing her. In the end, he didn't keep his promise, and my mother was brutally raped, turning her into a baby-making machine, all because this old man wanted to make sure the people had something to defend themselves with."
Over time, my mother's mind broke from the suffering. The pain drove her to suicide. In the end, the old man caught me and threw me into the crater. I witnessed my mother being raped every day, powerless to do anything for her or the villagers of this cursed place.
The old man glared at him, but Kaito looked at him with complete indifference.
Kaito turned to the villagers, who were speechless. Then he spoke:
"This is why you will suffer. You shouldn't have had to go through this. You did nothing wrong, just like me. I did nothing wrong, but I still suffered because of this old man."
The clan leader spoke, his voice filled with anger:
—I should have finished you off from the beginning.
Kaito glanced at him sideways and replied calmly:
—If that had been the best thing.
The villagers looked at each other, unsure what to say. Kaito observed the young people, who were in shock at what they had just heard.
Then his eyes turned back to the villagers. At that moment, the children who had been floating in the air began to fall to the ground, and their parents caught them in haste and desperation.
The old man, next to Kaito, asked:
—What do you plan to do?
Kaito glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and at that instant, a black spatial wave erupted from his body, expanding with great force throughout the village. The old man was pushed back by the wind generated by the wave, and Kaito spoke aloud:
—Eat the humans.
At that moment, some villagers throughout the city began to scream in pain, as their bodies transformed into monsters, into curses.
Kaito continued:
"This space wave is infused with dark, cursed energy. The villagers will transform into monsters, but they will retain their consciousness, though they will be powerless. They will devour their families, one by one."
The monsters began to move, devouring people, and the villagers screamed in despair. Chaos erupted. Blood splattered everywhere as everyone ran to escape, but it was useless.
The old man fell backward, terrified, watching as everything around him was destroyed.
One of the monsters breathed fire, burning the villagers and reducing the houses to ashes. Others devoured the children. It was carnage. The destruction of the village was underway.
Kaito glanced sideways at the old man and spoke:
—Village leader, tell me. All the years of your life spent protecting this place, transforming it into a great place for others at the cost of my family. And now? This place is destroyed.
The old man, lying on the ground, turned to look at Kaito with hatred and replied:
—You damned monster.
Kaito turned and walked toward him. The old man stared at him, terror in his eyes, but he couldn't move. Kaito lifted him by his clothes with unsettling ease, his eyes gleaming with cold indifference.
"Does this hurt?" Kaito asked as he grabbed one of the old man's arms.
Without further ado, he began to slowly pull on the arm. The old man screamed in pain, but Kaito didn't stop. The sound of bones cracking filled the air until finally, with a brutal jerk, he ripped the arm off.
The old man let out a heart-rending scream as tears streamed down his face, his body trembling with immense pain.
Meanwhile, the four young people watched in terror what was happening in the village. Their eyes were filled with fear as they witnessed the devastation and suffering spreading like a plague.
Suddenly, a loud scream echoed from the top of the stairs.
Alerted by the sound, the young people ran to the top of the stairs intending to attack Kaito and save the old man.
Kaito noticed them immediately, their gaze impassive and cold. He spoke in a calm but determined voice:
—You carry my blood, so you will die without pain.
Suddenly, spatial waves surged around them, expanding like a dark vortex. From these waves emerged four spectral weapons, razor-sharp and deadly. With a flick of his wrist, the weapons flew at overwhelming speed, tearing through the young men without mercy. The power was so devastating that their bodies exploded upon impact.
The old man watched the scene in horror . His eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and terror, unable to utter a word.
Kaito glanced at him sideways, with an expression that combined indifference and contempt.
"You no longer have the will to live," he said coldly. "I can see it in your eyes."
The old man, dejected and hopeless, looked up at Kaito, but did not utter a word.
"But don't worry," Kaito continued, "you won't die that quickly."
At that moment, a black and gold energy erupted from Kaito's arm, spreading like living snakes toward the old man's body. The energy pierced his skin, and Kaito released him. The old man fell to the ground, writhing as his body began to transform.
"Your consciousness will remain intact for many years," Kaito said, watching the old man's body deform, his voice icy and distant. "I wonder how much hatred you'll accumulate toward me in the time you have left to suffer."
The old man's body transformed into a grotesque, deformed monster, his missing arm replaced by dark, twisted protrusions. Kaito took a step back, looking at him with disdain.
"Devour your offspring," Kaito ordered. "Even if they are in other villages, leave not a trace of your blood in this world."
The monster, obeying the order, let out a guttural roar before leaping into the void. It descended the stairs in a single motion and vanished into the distance, ready to fulfill its mission.
Kaito watched her walk away and then calmly began to descend the stairs, his imposing figure dominating the chaos around him. Once on the ground, he stopped and spoke in an imposing voice:
—Leave my shadow and go to other villages. Kill every human you find. Don't stop until everything is destroyed.
From his shadow emerged countless monsters of varying shapes and sizes, each emanating a dark and lethal energy. The creatures quickly scattered, destroying everything in their path.
Kaito, unfazed, looked up at the village and extended his arm toward the ground. A red energy began to flow from his feet, spreading like roots that connected to various points in the village.
"This place is filled with resentment and bad thoughts," he said in a cold voice. "It's time to release them."
From those points, dark energy erupted from the ground, forming new monsters throughout the village. Each creature was born filled with hatred, ready to obey Kaito's commands.
"Follow the same orders," Kaito said, without looking back.
The monsters began to move, unleashing absolute chaos. The village became a hell of fire, blood, and screams of agony.
Kaito continued walking, his gaze fixed in one direction.
"Sorcerers' Association, Goyo Clan, Zenin Clan , all clans," he murmured in a firm voice. "You will be destroyed by my hand. Prepare yourselves."
Without looking back, Kaito left the village, leaving behind a landscape of flames and destruction, accompanied by the heartbreaking screams of those who had been left behind.
Time passed, and day after day the surrounding villages were reduced to ashes. Yet, amidst the devastation, the sorcerers began to rise. With their skills, they fought valiantly against the creatures that have since been known as curses, monsters born of darkness and spite.
But there was one force among the curses that no skill could stop. A being, similar to a human, stood as the pinnacle of destruction. It was called the God of Curses, an entity that sowed death and chaos in its wake. Its power was so immense that not even the most experienced sorcerers could withstand it.
The sorcerer clans succumbed to him without any possibility of resistance. Those who survived took refuge under the leadership of the Sorcerer Association, a group that managed to survive thanks to the support of the Goyo and Zenin clans . These two powerful families joined forces, putting aside old rivalries, hoping to stop the curses and restore peace.
On a vast, snow-covered plain, a great battle raged between two factions: the sorcerers and the curses. The landscape was stained with blood, screams, and explosions of magical power, but in the end, the scales tipped in favor of the curses. The defeat forced the clans to retreat, their forces decimated, while the curses advanced relentlessly.
The Sorcery Association became the last bastion of hope. But even this refuge was attacked by the supreme entity, the being known as the God of Curses. His arrival marked the beginning of a new level of destruction, and the fate of sorcerers seemed sealed under the shadow of his unstoppable power.
At this moment, Kaito can be seen calmly ascending a long stone staircase that leads to the summit of an imposing mountain. In his right hand, he held a large katana; its black blade reflected the faint light of the setting sun, while the hilt, adorned with golden details, seemed to glow like an omen of death. Fresh blood dripped from the blade, leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. His clothes, torn and stained with blood, bore witness to the countless battles he had fought.
Silence reigned on the mountain, broken only by the crunch of snow beneath Kaito's feet. His gaze remained fixed straight ahead, indifferent to everything around him.
Suddenly, from the top of the mountain, three sorcerers emerged with a great leap, their faces reflecting determination as they descended towards Kaito with weapons and spells ready to attack him.
However, Kaito showed neither surprise nor fear. With a single swift and precise movement of his katana, the three sorcerers were cleaved in two, their bodies falling to the ground in pieces as blood splattered the air and stained the snow.
Kaito paused for a moment, observing the lifeless bodies around him. Then, without uttering a word, he lightly flicked his katana, letting the dripping blood fall from the blade, and continued his ascent, advancing like an unstoppable shadow toward his destination.
After a long journey, Kaito finally reached the mountain's summit. Before him lay a vast complex, comprised of numerous large houses surrounding an immense central courtyard. At its heart stood an imposing ceremonial mansion, its majestic architecture commanding respect.
Kaito paused for a moment to observe his surroundings. In the courtyard, a crowd of sorcerers awaited him in formation, their faces reflecting tension and determination. Beyond, at the top of the stairs leading to the ceremonial hall, several figures stood. Kaito recognized three of them instantly, and his gaze hardened as it fell upon them.
One of the men at the front, an old man with white hair and a solemn demeanor, raised his voice:
—So you are the creator of those monsters. The cursed god. The first curse. Tell me, why do you attack humans?
Kaito remained silent; his cold, penetrating gaze was enough to make some sorcerers back away, but the old man stood firm.
— Hmmm . —the old man continued—. Let me introduce myself. I am the leader of the Sorcerers' Association.
Kaito looked at him with disdain and, in an icy, grave voice, asked:
—Tell me, old man, how long have you held that position?
The tone of his voice was as sharp as his katana, and those present couldn't help but swallow hard.
The old man replied calmly:
—I've been in this position for sixty years.
Kaito nodded slowly and, after a brief silence, murmured:
—I see. Sixty years. So it was you who caused all this to happen.
Kaito's words made the old man squint.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, without showing any emotion.
Kaito glanced at the people behind the old man. Among them, a woman with black hair and a youthful appearance that belied her age of over forty caught his eye.
"Tell me, Misaki Kagyo, why haven't you done anything?" Kaito asked, his tone heavy with reproach.
Upon hearing her name, the woman lowered her gaze with evident pain and replied in a whisper:
—Kaito. So it's you. You've changed so much I almost didn't recognize you. I thought you were dead.
Kaito scanned his sister's figure, lingering on her impeccable clothes and well-groomed appearance.
"I see they've treated you well," he said bitterly. "It hurts, you know? It hurts to see that you're doing well, and that you don't even remember your family."
Misaki tried to answer, but the words caught in her throat. She could only lower her head, unable to meet Kaito's gaze.
The sorcerers around him remained silent, astonished by the revelations of the being before them.
Suddenly, another man spoke. It was Sorata Goyo, who was standing next to Misaki. His white hair was tied in a ponytail, and his voice resonated with a mixture of disdain and curiosity:
—So it's you, that boy who stayed behind in that village. You've become something truly horrendous.
Kaito turned his attention to him, and his gaze was filled with suppressed anger.
"You killed my father. And he," he said, pointing at the man next to Sorata, a large man with a huge sword on his back. "He killed my brothers."
The man in question, Shigure Zenin , remained silent, but his eyes reflected caution.
The air grew heavier as tension mounted between the two sides. Kaito tightened his grip on the hilt of his katana, and the darkness surrounding him seemed to expand, pulsing with an ominous energy, ready to consume everything in its path.
Kaito broke the silence with a cold, reproachful voice:
—Tell me, sister. Why are you with them? What are you doing?
Misaki, without immediately responding, held the katana tightly at her hip, avoiding his gaze.
Kaito stared at her intently, then his eyes swept over the sorcerers before him. One by one, his penetrating gaze analyzed them, until he spoke again:
—I can feel my blood in them. So in the end you went on with your life, huh ? It's painful, sister.
Misaki opened her eyes in surprise. Her gaze drifted down to the sorcerers at the foot of the stairs and settled on a group of young men with white hair and black eyes. Upon recognizing them, her expression changed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone oscillating between fear and reprimand.
The young men stared at her in silence, without responding. Then, with a swift movement, they leaped up to where she was, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Misaki, visibly worried, began to scold them, her tone heavy with frustration.
"I told you not to come! This place is too dangerous. Why did you disobey my orders?!"
Sorata Goyo, who was nearby, joined the discussion with a more relaxed, but also protective, attitude.
Kaito watched the scene in silence, his dark thoughts bubbling beneath the surface. Finally, he bowed his head and murmured to himself:
"I see, sister. You found another path, one that isn't revenge. That's good. But why with them?" Her voice turned more bitter as she continued. "I wouldn't have minded if you had gone on with someone else, but with them? They took everything from us."
Kaito lowered his gaze, and something inside him began to break. A rising anger emanated from his body like an unstoppable torrent, darkening the air around him.
Suddenly, an intense murderous intent emanated from him, enveloping the entire area. Sensing the overwhelming energy, the sorcerers instinctively retreated, their faces pale with fear. Misaki and Sorata, perceiving the danger, positioned themselves in front of the young people, protecting them like a human shield.
Kaito slowly raised his head. His eyes shone with a mixture of fury and determination. His voice echoed like thunder atop the mountain:
—I will not allow any more tainted blood from the Kagyo clan to remain in this world.
The darkness around him seemed to intensify, as if responding to his hatred. At that moment, the confrontation between Kaito and the sorcerers reached a point of no return.
At that moment, all the sorcerers went on guard as they saw Kaito begin to walk slowly toward his sister. Each step he took seemed to fill the air with an almost unbearable tension.
The sorcerers, though surprised by Kaito's overwhelming presence, grew determined and decided to attack. One after another, they drew their katanas and unleashed their techniques, launching a coordinated assault against him.
Time seemed to stand still. Every movement of the sorcerers, every blow thrown, slowed down as Kaito remained unfazed. Then, behind him, ripples began to form in space, as if the air itself were being torn and distorted. The golden waves expanded, pulsing with awe-inspiring energy.
Kaito stepped forward, and in that instant, everything changed. At superhuman speed, a barrage of weapons erupted from the spatial waves. Swords, spears, daggers, and other ethereal weapons sliced through the air with lethal precision, striking the sorcerers with devastating force.
Chaos erupted in the blink of an eye. Weapons ripped through the sorcerers, mercilessly tearing through their bodies. The speed was so overwhelming that even for them, trained in combat, everything seemed to unfold in slow motion. Screams of pain and shock mingled with the sound of weapons slicing through flesh and bone.
When the last weapon had served its purpose, the golden ripples in space vanished as if they had never existed. Everything returned to normal, but the ground was stained with blood, and the sorcerers' bodies lay motionless, scattered across the area.
Kaito remained silent, his gaze cold and emotionless. His footsteps echoed calmly as he advanced, relentlessly, toward his sister.
The weapons embedded in the sorcerers' bodies began to slowly fade, turning into golden dust that floated in the air before disappearing. As Kaito continued walking, the only people unharmed were those at the top of the stairs, staring at him with wide eyes, incredulous at the massacre they had just witnessed.
Misaki firmly unsheathed his katana, pointing it directly at his brother.
Kaito noticed the gesture and stopped, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of contempt and pain. He spoke in a firm, cold voice:
—So now you're pointing your sword at me, sister? What a disgrace. Tell me, have they brainwashed you?
Misaki, without hesitation, replied:
—I won't let you hurt them.
Kaito let out a low, joyless laugh before replying:
—I see. You'll protect them. Tell me, what are they? Your children? Your grandchildren? They're young. That just means they have parents.
Without waiting for a response, Kaito moved forward again, his presence becoming increasingly overwhelming.
Suddenly, Sorata unsheathed his katana and appeared next to Kaito, launching an attack with all his might.
The impact resounded like a deafening roar:
—B UMMM!
The earth shook violently beneath them, and deep cracks opened in the mountain. Kaito stopped the attack with his katana, and
He glanced sideways at Sorata without showing the slightest effort. Then, with a swift movement, he disappeared and reappeared at his side.
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Kaito sent him flying with a brutal kick. Sorata crashed through the wall surrounding the mansion and shot off, slamming into the opposite mountain, unleashing another monumental roar.
—BOOM!
The mountaintop partially collapsed from the impact, scattering rocks and dust everywhere.
Kaito lowered his leg slowly and, without looking back, said disdainfully:
—Don't get in the way. It's not your turn yet.
Then he continued on his way.
Misaki watched what had happened, her eyes wide, unable to hide her shock. She gripped the hilt of her katana tightly, preparing to face her brother as he approached unhurriedly.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the sky:
—Dimensional cut!
A massive burst of energy descended from the top, slicing the mountain in two as if it were made of paper.
—BOOM!
The ground shook, and a thick cloud of dust enveloped the mountaintop. As the dust began to settle, Kaito leaped back, unharmed, his gaze fixed on Sorata, who now floated in the air in front of him.
Kaito narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly:
—I thought I hit you. Hmm , looks like I hit something else.
Without another word, Kaito bent his legs slightly. In an instant, he vanished from his position and reappeared in mid-air, right in front of Sorata, moving at an impossible speed to follow.
With his katana in hand, Kaito attacked Sorata with force, causing a deafening roar:
—BOOM!
However, when she tried to cut, her katana stopped in mid-air. Something invisible was blocking it.
Kaito narrowed his eyes, taking a slight step back. He carefully observed the barrier surrounding Sorata.
"So this is your skill. I see, it's a total nuisance," he said coldly.
Before he could continue, Sorata appeared beside Kaito with lightning speed, brandishing his katana in a direct attack. Kaito reacted instantly, blocking the blow with his own sword.
Thus began a frenetic battle, with both exchanging attacks at such high speed that their movements were almost imperceptible to the human eye. Their silhouettes appeared and disappeared throughout the air, like flashes of light in a storm.
The fighting descended to the ground, where the impacts of their attacks began to devastate everything around them. The houses on the mountaintop were destroyed one after another, reduced to rubble in a matter of seconds.
Shigure Zenin , who had been calmly observing everything, smiled. Suddenly, he reached behind him and grasped his greatsword, murmuring softly:
—It's time.
In the next instant, he vanished completely and joined the fight. He appeared above Kaito's back, descending with a vertical slash. Kaito glanced at him and reacted instantly, moving his hand to block the attack with his katana. The clash caused another brutal crash, destroying the few remaining houses and shattering the ground beneath them.
—BOOM!
At that moment, Kaito and Shigure locked eyes. Shigure watched him with amusement, while Kaito merely frowned slightly. Kaito tightened his grip on the katana and sent Shigure flying, forcing him back through the dust.
Taking advantage of that moment, Sorata appeared from behind and descended with a vertical slash. Kaito dodged the attack, spun around, and struck Sorata with an elbow strike, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the rubble. The resulting crash was deafening.
—BOOM!
From the destroyed ruins, Sorata walked out calmly, wiping his forearm over his mouth as he breathed rapidly. Sorata glanced sideways at Shigure, and Shigure returned his gaze. In that instant, they both vanished.
Kaito sharpened his gaze and also disappeared instantly.
The battle intensified even further. The three warriors moved at such speed that they were barely visible, their weapons clashing and releasing waves of energy that shook the entire mountain. Each impact reverberated with a loud crash, and the ground began to give way beneath them.
Finally, a massive collision in the center of the mountain caused a colossal explosion.
—BOOM!
The summit was completely destroyed. The remains of the mansions that surrounded it crumbled to dust, while cracks spread across the land like roots and fragments of rock tumbled down the slopes in cascades of debris.
Misaki watched the battle with her jaw clenched, using her energy to shield herself and her children from the roar and debris, just like the elders, who were doing everything they could to stay safe. She lowered her gaze when she realized the mountain was about to collapse. The children she carried in her arms watched everything with eyes filled with fear and terror.
Aware of the danger, Misaki gathered her offspring and began running at full speed, leading them toward the opposite side of the mountain. The elders of the Sorcerer Association noticed her intention and followed, moving as fast as their bodies would allow.
However, Kaito noticed the escape attempt. As Sorata and Shigure pressed him, Kaito descended to the ground, causing a loud bang. At that moment, Shigure appeared, launching a horizontal slash. Kaito flicked his arm and leaped back, blocking the attack. Sorata emerged from behind with a vertical slash, but Kaito dodged it and countered with a kick that sent him reeling, dragging him along the ground.
Shigure attacked again. Kaito blocked with his katana, letting the weapon slide and deflecting the blow toward the ground, causing another crash. Using the momentum, Kaito pushed him with his body, lifting him into the air, and executed a swift, upward diagonal slash. The ground split in two, and part of the mountain violently ripped open.
—BOOM!
A deep cut appeared on Shigure's body, and blood burst into the air.
Kaito observed him coldly and thought: I only cut him. I didn't go all the way through. He glanced sideways at Sorata and saw that he had a hand raised toward Shigure.
Kaito clenched his jaw. In that instant, he vanished and reappeared floating in the sky, observing the devastated mountain below him.
In a voice that boomed like thunder, he declared:
—No one will escape from this place!
Golden waves began to spread from him, filling the sky like a mosaic of light. From these waves emerged countless weapons: swords, spears, hammers, and other tools of war. But some were different. Some glowed with fire, others were charged with water, earth, and wind, each emitting a devastating elemental aura.
Kaito raised his right arm, and the weapons pointed towards the ground.
—I will destroy everything that remains of you.
With a swift movement, he lowered his arm, and all the weapons plummeted to the ground, falling like a rain of destruction, causing several loud explosions .
—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The explosions rocked the mountain, obliterating what little remained standing. Each impact released an elemental wave that consumed everything in its path.
Chaos erupted, and hope seemed to vanish completely under Kaito's relentless attack.
He watched as an immense cloud of dust rose, obscuring the view of what remained of the summit. He stood silently for a few moments, contemplating his work, before moving his hand with a simple yet authoritative gesture.
The dust settled immediately, revealing a devastating scene: lifeless bodies lay everywhere, while the remains of buildings were scattered like useless rubble. Only one figure remained standing among the dead: the elderly leader of the Sorcerers' Association.
The old man's body was pierced by several swords, each one embedded deep in his flesh. Despite this, he still stood, swaying slightly. With eyes filled with rage and contempt, he glared at Kaito.
"Damn monster," said the old man, spitting blood.
Kaito appeared before him in the blink of an eye. His cold gaze locked onto the old man's as he spoke in an icy voice:
—You're the one who caused it all.
The old man let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh, displaying a blood-stained smile.
—Fuck you, you damned, stupid damned thing.
—. Your parents were nothing but a hindrance to the sorcerers. Hahaha !
Without changing his expression, Kaito raised a hand and, with a simple movement, the old man's body exploded into a thousand pieces, leaving only a bloodstain on the ground.
Kaito remained silent for a moment, observing the corpses of the other elderly people who lay lifeless.
"The others escaped," he murmured.
Concentrating, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his gaze acquired a piercing brightness.
—Sorata. He used some kind of instant teleportation ability. He took Misaki and her descendants with him.
Kaito turned slowly, gazing at the horizon. His expression reflected a mixture of anger and determination.
Zenin clan escaped too," he said quietly, as if talking to himself. "That guy's got no energy, I can't track him. What a nuisance. But that wound will kill him slowly, with the worst possible pain." He smiled slightly.
Kaito took a few steps before stopping again. A slight, purposeful smile appeared on his face.
"Hahaha!" She glanced in another direction and spoke softly. "I can feel my blood... in that direction."
His gaze fixed on a distant point.
"It's possible the Zenin clan is there. Interesting. It seems that place will be the final battleground."
Kaito turned around and, as he began to walk away, his voice resonated with a mixture of expectation and threat:
—I will gather all the curses. That place will bear witness to our victory. It is time to begin.
He took another step and clenched his jaw. He placed a hand on his chest and muttered in annoyance:
—Damn it. My body can't hold out much longer. I can't use my full power in this state; my body is too damaged. Even so, I was close. Very close.
Kaito took a breath and continued walking in that direction, traversing the path with a slow, carefree gait, as if nothing else mattered. Behind him, from the shadows of the rubble, curses began to rise. One after another, grotesque, dark creatures appeared, drawn by his presence.
At first they were few, but with every step Kaito took, their numbers increased. They followed him silently, like a shadowy, growing army, ready to do his bidding. More and more they became. The land seemed to darken beneath their march, and an oppressive aura enveloped the landscape, heralding the arrival of destruction.
Meanwhile, elsewhere stood a large city, situated on a vast plain and surrounded by imposing walls; trees could be seen in the distance. Makeshift camps had sprung up in the city streets, occupied by armed individuals and hundreds of refugees. There, sorcerers and civilians gathered, seeking refuge from the imminent threat.
Suddenly, in a flash, Misaki and Sorata appeared alongside their descendants at the city gates. Both were gravely wounded, swords embedded in their bodies, though none had struck a vital point. Recognizing them, the city guards and bystanders immediately rushed to their aid, shocked by their sudden arrival.
A group of sorcerers rushed to support them and begin treating their wounds. Sorata, his face covered in sweat and blood, raised a hand to stop any words of comfort or unnecessary questions.
"He's coming!" he exclaimed in a firm, urgent voice. "Prepare for battle. He'll arrive in a few days."
The words echoed like thunder among those present. A heavy, fear-laden silence fell over the place, but it was quickly replaced by movement. Sorcerers and civilians began running in all directions, preparing weapons, reinforcing barriers, and gathering supplies. The news spread like wildfire, and the tension grew as everyone grasped the magnitude of what was to come.
Meanwhile, Misaki, with the help of some sorcerers, tried to stay on her feet. Her gaze shifted to the descendants they had managed to rescue. She was breathing heavily, but a spark of determination shone in her eyes.
At that moment, the city leaders arrived at the scene. Sorata, despite his pain, addressed them:
"We don't have much time. Kaito is coming with an army. It's unlike anything you've ever seen before."
The leaders exchanged glances with the sorcerers before speaking.
—We trust you. We will support you from the rear.
The sorcerers nodded. The entire city was now in motion. Everyone knew it: the final battle was near, and no one could afford to make a mistake.
Despite his injuries, Sorata managed to stand and approached the descendants he had brought with him. Seeing them safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing for a moment. Then, he turned his gaze to Misaki, who was watching the preparations with a determined expression.
"Misaki," Sorata said, his voice deep, "we have to kill him. It's the only option."
Misaki looked at him, her eyes reflecting both pain and resolve.
—You know that even if he dies, the curses might not disappear. But if we don't do this, all our children and grandchildren will die.
Sorata nodded, understanding the harsh truth of his words.
—Prepare for battle. This time, all the strongest sorcerers will be involved. We cannot afford to fail.
Misaki nodded silently, tightening her grip on the hilt of her katana as she surveyed her surroundings. The city was rapidly transforming into a fortress, with energy barriers and soldiers preparing for what was to come.
Elsewhere, Kaito continued walking, followed by ten figures. Each had a unique form, somewhere between human and animal, but all emanated a terrifying presence. The curses that followed him seemed to be the most powerful in his army, and their loyalty to Kaito was absolute.
Kaito stopped for a moment. He pulled a small knife from a spatial wave, lightly cutting his index finger. A drop of blood sprang out, bright and charged with energy.
"Listen carefully," Kaito said, his voice cold and authoritative. "I want you to go first. Be stealthy, infiltrate the city, and kill all those who resonate with this blood."
The ten beings nodded in unison, their eyes shining with a mixture of obedience and bloodlust.
"Understood, Creator-sama," they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the darkness.
Kaito dropped the drop of blood onto a small crystal sphere held by one of the beings. The sphere glowed brightly before going out, and the ten vanished in a flash.
Kaito observed the spot where they had stood for a moment, his expression impassive, and then continued on his way, followed by the rest of his army of curses. The war was drawing ever closer.
After a few days, Kaito walked through the snow, moving between the trees, closely followed by his curses. His steps were firm and steady, leaving a barely visible trail in the white blanket that covered the ground. After a few more steps, he emerged from the trees, finding himself in a vast valley.
Across the valley, hundreds of people were gathered, forming an army ready for battle at the city gates. Kaito stopped for a moment and peered across the valley with his piercing gaze. Two figures stood out among the crowd, staring at him with hatred and rage: Misaki and Sorata.
Upon recognizing them, Kaito thought: It seems they accomplished their mission. I no longer feel my own blood in this place. Only Misaki's blood remains.
Without a word, Kaito resumed his march. There was no need to say anything; both sides knew this was the end. This was where everything would be decided.
Taking a few more steps, Kaito raised a hand and then calmly lowered it. In response, the curses that followed him began to advance, first slowly and then accelerating until they were racing furiously toward the other side of the valley.
Seeing the approaching tide of darkness, the sorcerers shouted their orders and rushed to the front, ready to face the enemy. The clash between the two sides was imminent.
Kaito continued walking leisurely, observing the chaos that was beginning to unfold. As he moved forward, a curious dilemma filled his thoughts: Should he use all his power at once? They deserve it, after all.
He paused, gazing up at the sky for a brief moment, and murmured:
—It doesn't matter. I'll go all out after all, this body is broken.
Suddenly, a distortion wave appeared in the space in front of him. From that ripple, Kaito extracted a peculiar object. It resembled a hilt, but instead of a blade, it held a strange, ornate key.
Kaito sighed and thought: I won't be able to use its full power, but there can be no mistakes. After all, you are the sword I trust most.
Kaito turned the key slowly, as if unlocking an invisible lock. In that instant, the air around him changed. The energy of the place transformed immediately, becoming denser and more oppressive, while the sky began to warp.
Something extraordinary descended from above: lines of luminous energy emerged from nowhere, tracing an intricate network that resembled a gigantic net. These lines stretched across the sky and the ground, connecting invisible points and creating a structure that gave the impression of weaving together the very fabric of space.
Kaito gazed calmly at the net, his eyes filled with determination. In a firm and solemn voice, he proclaimed:
—Awaken, Ea, the sword that divides heaven and earth.
At that moment, the space holding the key shattered like breaking glass. A blinding flash illuminated the valley, and the void closed once more. When the light faded, an imposing sword rested in Kaito's hand.
The weapon seemed like a miracle made flesh. Its blade was formed from segments that spun and vibrated with primal energy, emitting a red and gold glow that intensified at its core. Each fragment of its structure radiated overwhelming power, a force capable of tearing reality itself apart and dividing it into its most basic components.
Kaito held the sword firmly, his posture imposing as his gaze remained fixed on the army that awaited him on the other side of the valley.
At the head of the sorcerer army, their leaders watched in awe at what they had just witnessed. The appearance of the sword and the celestial net left them momentarily bewildered, but they did not allow fear to take hold.
One of them, a man with a red cape that billowed in the wind, raised his staff and shouted with determination:
—Don't back down! For our children, for the future!
In unison, the sorcerers let out a war cry and advanced with even greater force toward the battlefield. Their movements were swift and coordinated, while the first magical explosions illuminated the air with flashes of light and waves of energy.
Kaito took several quick steps before accelerating into a direct run toward the sorcerers. With an awe-inspiring leap, he hovered in mid-air. He raised his sword, and the Ea began to spin its cylinders as he swung it with force, unleashing a barrage of red energy blades that spread like a devastating torrent. The sorcerers in its path were swept away, creating a brutal roar.
—BOOM!
However, Sorata appeared at the head of the sorcerer army. With a horizontal movement of his katana, he declared firmly:
—Dimensional cut!
The attack sliced through the air with precision, dividing several curses in a single blow. The creatures disintegrated instantly, momentarily matching the chaos Kaito had unleashed on the battlefield.
From the other side of the field, a member of the Zenin clan clasped his hands and exclaimed:
—I summon you, spirit of the moon!
Out of nowhere, a gigantic silver wolf appeared, its immense size covering almost the entire mountain. The creature began to ferociously tear apart curses, knocking them down as if they were mere insects.
The wolf launched a direct attack at Kaito, but the Ea sword spun again, generating a whirlwind of energy that disintegrated the wolf's attack as if it were nothing. With a swift movement of his sword, Kaito completely destroyed the wolf, making it vanish in an explosion of silver energy.
At that moment, the sorcerer in the red cloak appeared before Kaito, hurling his spear with all his might. However, the spear was easily repelled by Ea, as if it had struck an impenetrable barrier. The force of the impact hurled the sorcerer to the ground, leaving him unconscious as chaos continued on the battlefield.
The fighting erupted in all its fury. Chaos reigned on the battlefield.
Kaito launched himself forward and began to advance at full speed, tearing across the battlefield like an unstoppable force. He landed in front of one of the sorcerers. The man stared at him in terror, but still attacked with everything he had. Kaito didn't even flinch. He moved his empty hand, and the sorcerer's body exploded in blood before he could react.
Kaito continued advancing, walking among them as if they were nothing more than obstacles. Every move he made was death. Sorcerers were cut down without seeing the blade, crushed by invisible blows, or hurled through the air before they even touched the ground. Barriers were desperately raised, combined techniques were formed against the clock, but everything shattered upon contact with him. Nothing could stop him.
Some tried to flank him. Others attacked from the sky. Kaito met them all. He spun, advanced, struck. Each step left shattered bodies in his wake. Entire clans fell in seconds, wiped out while still trying to regroup. The battlefield erupted into a chaotic jumble of screams, blood, and unleashed energy.
Then the strongest sorcerers went into action. High-level techniques clashed with Kaito, causing explosions that shook the entire valley. The ground cracked, the air vibrated, and the thunder of clashing weapons echoed endlessly. Even so, Kaito did not retreat. He advanced through the explosions, piercing through attacks, responding with blows that split the ground and destroyed everything in their path.
Kaito fought without haste, without urgency, as if the outcome were already decided. His mere presence dominated the battlefield, imposing himself like a living calamity. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.
On the other side of the battlefield, Misaki, right in the heart of the confrontation, summoned a massive tornado that spun with devastating force, sweeping away curses in its path. With precise movements, she directed the vortex toward Kaito, forcing him to dodge while battling attacks coming from all sides.
Sorata, meanwhile, used his Dimensional Slash ability, opening fissures in the air that cleaved both the curses and the terrain itself. Around him, other sorcerers unleashed their most powerful techniques, launching a constant and relentless assault against Kaito.
The battle raged for hours, with both sides fighting beyond their limits. During that time, the sorcerers attempted to formulate plans to eliminate Kaito, coordinating attacks and sacrifices. However, even though Kaito suffered grievous injuries, he regenerated limbs at superhuman speed, as if the destruction of his body were merely a temporary setback.
As the hours of combat wore on, the curses began to diminish, causing the battlefield to shrink. Kaito noticed this immediately.
Finally, the climax arrived.
Kaito spun the cylinders of the sword Ea, sending the surrounding sorcerers flying. With a leap, he rose into the sky and raised Ea. From high above, he gathered an immense amount of energy at the tip of the blade, generating a blinding light that illuminated the sky and the entire battlefield.
—Enuma "Elish !" he exclaimed in a thunderous voice.
Kaito swung his sword towards the battlefield and a colossal beam of energy was fired from the Ea, descending like a column of pure devastation.
—BOOOOMMMMMM!
The attack devastated everything in its path, forming a dome of energy released at maximum power. Multiple explosions erupted in quick succession, and the shockwaves of the devastating beam spread throughout the area. However, the power continued to increase, reaching even the distant city and causing further destruction and thunderous roars.
For the people of the city, only a blinding beam was visible, which devoured everything before disappearing completely.
—BOOM!
As Kaito held the sword, blood began to trickle from his mouth. He thought coldly: This is the limit . At that moment, the beam of energy began to weaken, extinguishing itself after several minutes.
After a few minutes, an immense cloud of dust rose, revealing a colossal crater where the battlefield had once been. The earth shook violently, and a deafening roar marked the definitive end of the attack.
When the dust and debris began to settle, the scene was desolate. Curses and sorcerers alike lay dead, their lifeless bodies scattered across the scorched ground.
Despite the magnitude of the attack, the strongest managed to survive. Kaito slowly descended into the crater, where his remaining enemies struggled to their feet, determined to continue fighting.
Kaito watched them and muttered ironically, a crooked smile playing on his lips:
—I'm at my limit. So even with the Ea sword I couldn't eliminate them. Hahaha. Damn.
Sorata's body was covered in wounds, his hands outstretched at his sides. He was the only one still able to protect the sorcerers who remained near him, though the vast majority were dead, leaving behind mangled bodies and blood splattered everywhere.
Misaki could barely stand. She looked around, taking in the dead sorcerers and humans of the city. All that remained was a gigantic crater and a landscape of utter destruction. Her body was severely damaged.
Misaki fixed her gaze on Kaito and gripped her katana tightly. Blood trickled down her arms as she pointed it at him. At that moment, steam began to rise from her wounds, initiating a slow regeneration through reverse energy.
The surviving sorcerers were also in a deplorable state, but they still stood with determination, raising their weapons and pointing them at Kaito.
Kaito watched them for a moment. He gripped the sword Ea firmly and, using only one arm, pointed it at the sorcerers. At that instant, ten figures descended from the sky behind him, causing powerful thunderclaps and raising a thick cloud of dust.
Ten shadows of varying sizes and shapes emerged, radiating an enormous presence. Their gazes fixed on the sorcerers, filled with rage and fury, ready for battle.
Kaito glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and spoke coldly:
—This is not your fight. Go back.
The ten shadows nodded and stepped into Kaito's shadow. At the same time, the curses scattered across the battlefield that still survived began to return, one after another, merging with his shadow.
Kaito looked back at the sorcerers. His gaze lingered on Sorata, and he spoke coldly:
—Now it's your turn, Sorata Goyo.
Misaki took a few steps and stood in front of Sorata just as he fell to his knees on the ground, breathing with difficulty.
Kaito then fixed his gaze on Misaki and spoke:
—Sister, attack with everything you've got. Show me how much you've improved with the sword.
Then he looked at the katana she was holding and added:
—After all, you're still using the katana Father made for you.
Misaki gripped the hilt tightly and sprinted toward Kaito, appearing in front of him and launching her attack. Kaito held the sword Ea firmly and countered with a direct blow. The clash generated a shockwave of wind that shook the crater.
Misaki moved her katana again, sliding it against Kaito's sword. The steel grazed against the blade as she twisted her wrist, changing the angle of the cut and forcing him back a step. Her attacks weren't sweeping or brutal, but precise and linked together, seeking the smallest opening.
Kaito blocked every move with one hand, deflecting the cuts with the blade and with his body, without losing his composure.
Misaki gritted her teeth and changed her rhythm. She stepped back, lowered her katana, and launched an upward vertical slash. Kaito caught his sword, letting the tip of the katana slide along the ea. In the same motion, Misaki spun around and delivered a direct cut to the neck.
Kaito released the sword, twirled it around, and held it like a dagger, raising his arm to block the attack and causing another powerful blast of wind.
Misaki spun around again and lunged straight at Kaito's chest. He swerved, spun his Ea once more, and countered with a horizontal slash. Misaki swung her katana powerfully, positioning it in front of her and blocking the attack, being pushed back and sliding across the ground.
Misaki looked at Kaito and charged towards him, launching a swift attack. Every move was blocked or countered by Kaito as they fought.
Between collisions, Misaki could only recall the past and thought: The younger brother with the greatest talent of the Kagyo clan.
Misaki closed her eyes for a moment.
Father was never able to defeat you or learn all the moves of the Kagyo style so that I could develop my own.
But Kaito. At only five years old, he was able to learn everything. The only thing he lacked was a strong will.
Each clash of swords confirmed that thought. There was no doubt, no mistakes, no hesitation in his movements. Kaito didn't attack with rage or pride, only with absolute precision, as if each blow had already been decided beforehand.
With each sword strike between the brothers, Misaki felt her life flash before her eyes.
The exchange became constant. Steel against steel. Step, turn, block. Neither retreated. There were no explosions or giant techniques, only the dry sound of clashing swords and the weight of each movement.
After several minutes, Misaki collapsed to one knee, exhausted from the fight. Her gaze was weary, agonized.
Misaki looked up at Kaito. He observed her and spoke calmly:
—Your swordsmanship was masterful. It was a good fight. But there's something I want to know. Why did you choose to support them? They took everything from us. Why?
Misaki held his gaze and replied:
"I had no choice. It was that or my suffering would have been greater. But when my children were born, I understood something. I would do anything to make them happy. The desire for revenge disappeared. I only had one thing on my mind: to protect them at any cost."
Kaito observed her silently for a moment and spoke with a mixture of strangeness and sadness:
—You look like Mom.
Misaki lowered her head without saying anything.
At that moment, the waiting sorcerers looked at Sorata. He returned their gaze, and the next second, they all launched themselves at Kaito.
Kaito watched them out of the corner of his eye.
The first sorcerer displayed his technique and disappeared mid-spell.
Kaito appeared before him and sliced him in two with a single blow. Before his body even hit the ground, he was already among the others. Swords descended, techniques activated, but it was all useless. The sorcerers fell one after another, cut down as if they were nothing. Blood splattered across the crater, staining the scorched earth.
Occasionally, one of them would manage to block an attack. It didn't matter. The next blow would pierce through him without mercy.
Nobody could stop him.
As this was happening, Sorata managed to stand with difficulty. He extended his katana to the side and channeled all his energy into it. A transparent sphere appeared at the tip of the blade, radiating overwhelming power and warping the air around it. A violent gust of wind began to surge from the sword, increasing with each passing second.
Kaito noticed.
He spun the cylinders of the sword Ea with force, and instantly, bursts of power shot out in all directions. The remaining sorcerers erupted in blood, causing a brutal roar.
—BOOM!
Sorata prepared to thrust, aiming directly for Kaito. But before he could attack, Kaito lunged toward him to intercept.
At that moment, Misaki stood up. She leaped into the air and threw her sword while shouting:
— Kagyo Style. Wind Style!
The katana was completely enveloped in wind, forming a gigantic blade made of compressed currents. Hands of wind emerged around it, as if holding the colossal sword, as large as an ancient tree.
Misaki lowered her sword with all her might. Kaito opened his eyes and raised his Ea to defend himself. The swords clashed.
—BOOM!
The ground cracked instantly. The wind's pressure ripped away the earth, pulverized the rock, and pushed Kaito back as he struggled to stop the attack.
Sorata, who had observed everything, clenched his jaw. At that very moment, he launched his thrust.
The energy sphere shot out like a laser, tearing across the battlefield and striking Kaito directly, piercing his chest. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his body momentarily lost its strength. But then, the sword Ea glowed. Kaito gritted his teeth and murmured.
—Since you're helping me, then I don't have to stop.
The Ea unleashed even more power. The cylinders spun furiously, and red beams shot out in all directions. The pressure increased brutally. The wind sword began to shatter, violently throwing Misaki through the air. Deep cuts appeared all over her body, and blood sprayed as she was flung away.
Kaito jumped. He grabbed Misaki by the hair and descended at full speed, slamming her to the ground.
—BOOM!
Without pausing, he lunged towards Sorata, appearing in front of him and piercing his chest with a single blow.
The battle had reached its climax.
Kaito stood there, covered in deep wounds . The sword Ea was still embedded in Sorata's body, blood pouring out. With his other hand, he held his sister's hair; she was completely unconscious.
In his own chest, a gaping hole leaked blood uncontrollably. Even so, he did not fall.
Kaito looked Sorata in the eyes. For a moment, Sorata looked back, but there was no determination in her gaze. Only fear.
"Be grateful I don't have time left, you bastard," Kaito muttered.
The sword Ea spun its cylinders. With a swift motion, Sorata's body was torn apart in a sea of blood.
Kaito watched the blood trickle down the blade. He flicked the sword aside, wiping it clean. He took a breath. Then he turned to his sister and released her. Her body fell to the ground, lifeless. Kaito watched her in silence, a mixture of sadness and resignation in his eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
He raised the sword one last time, and without hesitation, plunged it into Misaki's heart.
Misaki barely opened her eyes for an instant, and then closed them forever. Kaito withdrew his sword.
The battle was over. The sword Ea began to disintegrate into golden dust, slowly dissipating on the wind. Kaito gazed at his sister's body and murmured:
—It's time to go home.
He bent down and lifted her in his arms. And her body transformed into shadows and disappeared among them.
The wound on Kaito's chest began to emit steam. The flesh slowly closed until it was completely healed.
Kaito looked toward the spot where his sister's body lay. Among the wreckage of the battlefield, he spotted the katana.
He extended his hand.
The sword reacted instantly. It flew through the air and caught in his palm. Kaito held it silently for a few seconds, observing his distorted reflection in the blade. Then he ran his other hand along the edge, staining it with his own blood.
The katana vibrated slightly, as if it were responding.
Kaito spoke calmly:
—Get out.
Ten shadows emerged behind him, materializing with an oppressive presence. The ground seemed to sink beneath their weight. Kaito barely turned his head and watched them out of the corner of his eye.
—Go for the remains. The katana will know the way. Leave none behind… I want all my family's weapons.
Kaito stretched out his hand and handed the katana to the shadows. They received it without a sound. They nodded and dissolved into the darkness, scattering across the territory, following the trail marked by the blood and the will of the weapon.
Kaito remained motionless for a few seconds.
The past was over.
Now all that remained was to gather what was left of the Kagyo clan.
Without looking back, he began to walk, venturing deeper into the forest, retracing the same path that had led him to the last battle. He moved slowly. Each step was heavier than the last. The energy in his body began to dissipate after only a few meters.
He spat blood and leaned against a tree for a moment. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and murmured:
—Protect me.
At that moment, several curses emerged from his shadow and scattered across the area, spreading among the trees. Kaito pushed himself up with his hand against the trunk and continued walking.
As he walked on, he thought:
My body is at its limit… I didn't think my energy would keep growing after each fight.
Kaito sighed heavily.
This body is no longer useful. Or, rather… it suffered too much.
He didn't stop. He continued walking among the remains of what he had left behind. Clans destroyed. Families exterminated. Sorcerers, witches, cities reduced to ruins. Not a single place remained untouched.
His mind was empty.
He had nothing left to do in this world. And yet, his body kept moving forward, without stopping, driven by a hollow but stubborn will. Only memories accompanied him.
The Kagyo clan estate. The voices. The days that were once normal.
He wondered what his life would have been like if the Sorcerer's Association hadn't attacked them. If the villagers hadn't turned against them. If, instead of hatred, they had received help.
He just wanted a peaceful life.
As I moved forward, another thought took hold.
I wonder what the entire Kagyo clan was like…
From what he'd heard from his father, the clan had been large. Numerous. At that moment, Kaito coughed up blood and dropped to one knee, bracing himself with a hand to keep from collapsing. He clenched his jaw, struggled to his feet, and continued walking.
Elderly people. Uncles. Cousins. Children. Strong warriors everywhere.
But, according to the story, they had all been killed in a war between sorcerers and witches, condemning the clan to decline. Only her father remained. And her mother, from a distant branch.
Perhaps those elders were the ones who sealed the clan's fate.
Kaito did not stop.
He continued walking, lost in thought, until he disappeared among the trees.
Days later.
After exploring several paths, Kaito reached a road that led to a completely destroyed city. He stopped at the entrance and observed it in silence. Then he murmured, his voice muffled:
—I'm almost there… not long now. Just a little longer.
He took a few steps and entered the city. Everything was in ruins, almost completely covered in snow. Dark patches of blood, frozen to the ground, could still be seen among the remains of the buildings.
Kaito walked slowly through empty streets until he reached the center. There, only a ruined mansion remained. In front of the stairs leading to the entrance, a creature sat motionless, its eyes empty. Thick tears trickled slowly down its grotesque body.
Kaito continued walking. As he passed her, he glanced at her and his gaze narrowed. He recognized the soul within her, completely broken.
He was the elderly leader of the city.
Transformed into a creature. Forced to devour his own offspring.
Kaito looked away and murmured emotionlessly:
—You will wander the world… perhaps, at some point, some sorcerer or some person will kill you.
He said nothing more.
He took the other exit from the city and left, silently leaving the ruins behind.
Kaito walked through the snow, crossing the forest, his feet sinking into the thick layer that covered the ground. Each step required effort. The world was ancient and frozen, with only a few snow-free places where people selfishly survived, clinging to what little remained.
He walked through the trees, whose branches almost completely blocked the sunlight. For several steps, all was shadow and silence. Then, suddenly, the light reached him.
Kaito left the forest.
Before him lay a place that had once been familiar.
The Kagyo clan estate.
With hesitant steps, she crossed the grounds. The place had been ransacked. Destroyed doors, cracked walls, remnants of what had once been a home, consumed by time and neglect. She stopped in front of the main entrance of the central building.
Kaito spoke in a low voice:
—I'm back.
He remained silent, waiting for an answer that never came. No one came out to greet him. No one was expecting him.
Kaito clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain.
"I never thought I'd return without bringing all of you," he continued. "I felt I wasn't worthy to come back. After all… I was the only one who survived."
The silence grew even heavier.
Then, behind him, ten shadows fully emerged, silently lining up behind him.
Kaito turned his neck and watched them.
The shadows responded to the gesture. One by one, they drew their weapons.
The first was a black katana, sober, kept in a sheath of the same color, without unnecessary adornments.
The second, a gray katana, thin, lighter than the others, designed for absolute precision.
The third one showed a blue leaf with green veins, as if the steel had absorbed the color of the ocean.
The fourth was a blue weapon, with a flame-like design, obscured by black lines running along its structure.
The last ones were a pair of daggers polished like mirrors, whose blades reflected everything around them with a disturbing clarity.
Kaito extended his hand.
The weapons began to float slowly, rising into the air with a barely perceptible murmur. With a slight movement of his fingers, he guided them until they were positioned in front of him, aligned before the main building of the estate.
Kaito spoke in a firm voice:
-Creation.
The ground responded.
Beneath each weapon, the earth began to shift. Rock emerged from the depths, slowly and precisely taking shape. Gravestones of varying designs rose one after another, each distinct, each marked with the names of his brothers, sisters… and his father.
Kaito stepped forward.
From the shadows, he pulled his sister's body out and carefully placed it to one side, as if he could still feel its weight. With another gesture of his hand, the earth opened once more. He laid Misaki's body in one of the graves, settling it with utmost respect.
Then, he brought forth small remains he had collected along his journey. Fragments, relics, vestiges of those who were no longer there. He placed them in the other tombs, completing the ritual.
With one last movement, he covered each grave with earth.
The place was enveloped in a solemn silence.
The weapons remained floating above the graves, motionless, like eternal guardians of the Kagyo clan.
Standing before the graves, Kaito fell to his knees. His body, pushed to its limits, trembled with exhaustion.
He looked at the gravestones in silence and spoke in a voice filled with melancholy:
—My family… they're all finally home together. I only managed to get a few scraps, but… it's more than I could have asked for.
She let out a deep sigh before continuing:
"My power is spiraling out of control. Ever since I left that place, my body has been pushed to its limits. The battles, one after another, have pushed it beyond what it can endure. Even if I heal now… sooner or later I'll die."
Kaito stretched out his hands and spoke one last time:
-Creation.
Three incense sticks and a jar appeared in front of the graves. The sticks lit themselves, releasing a soft, steady stream of smoke. Kaito took them and placed them inside the jar, in front of the tombstones.
The smoke rose slowly, disappearing into the air, like a silent farewell.
Kaito stared at the graves for a few seconds. Tears streamed down his face, but unlike before, he smiled faintly. It wasn't a smile of happiness, but a mixture of sadness, relief, and a peace he had long since lost.
He spoke in a soft voice:
—Mother… brothers… I have fulfilled my mission. It is time for me to disappear from this era as well.
At that moment, the weapons floating above the graves vibrated gently. Kaito opened his eyes slightly, and tears began to stream uncontrollably down his face. Even so, he bowed deeply three times before the gravestones. Then he looked up at the weapons.
—Do you want to come with me?
The weapons vibrated once more, as if responding to his call. Kaito nodded silently. Slowly, they began to disintegrate into golden dust, dispersing into the air until they vanished completely.
The weapons of the Kagyo clan were special. Each one was bound to the soul of its wielder, holding a part of their will and their very being. When a clan member died, their weapon had to be destroyed along with them, releasing that fragment of their soul so it could rest in peace and, in time, be able to reincarnate.
With effort, Kaito stood up. Behind him, the ten shadows watched him silently before disappearing once more into the shadow of their creator. At the same time, the remaining curses began to return, one after another, merging with his darkness.
Kaito inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and felt the cold snow on his skin. Then he raised his arms and declared in a voice that echoed throughout the valley:
—I curse these lands in despair. The world will know the curses. This is my punishment… for the world.
Its energy rose in golden, red, and black spirals that ascended to the sky, crashed into the clouds, and expanded like a divine storm.
At that moment, Kaito took out a shining ring and placed it on his finger. His figure began to slowly fade, until it disappeared completely. Only the ring fell to the ground, emitting a wave of golden energy that spread throughout the country.
When silence returned and time passed, a mysterious figure appeared out of nowhere. It bent down, carefully picked up the ring, and murmured:
"I'm running out of time... I need to find a cure. I must study this energy."
"If I don't find it... I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."
Without saying another word, he disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
Thus, the lands were cursed. And with that, the first curse was unleashed…marking the end of the Cursed God in this era .