Location: Ryōiki Clash Zone – Overlap Point Between Kokushinden (Seizen) and Hakurotenkū (Jeremiah)
Explanation – Ryōiki Breakdown Before Clash
Seizen's Ryōiki: Kokushinden – The Black Shrine
Law: "Each door is a death. Choose your ending."
Type: Ryōiki Shinden – Eidolon-linked soul sanctuary
Function: Endless shrine corridors shaped by Seizen's Makugan: Reimei. Each passage is a karmic trial, a failed timeline, or trauma echo. The opponent is forced to choose—and suffer—a personal death loop unless they resolve the regret.
Avatar (Ryōiki Taigen): Kokuyō-En no Shinigami – A towering, cloaked reaper wielding a segmented scythe made from broken aura timelines. Each swing severs a possibility.
⚖️ Jeremiah's Ryōiki: Hakurotenkū – The Sky-Piercing Crane Palace
Law: "The higher you rise, the sharper the wind."
Type: Ryōiki Taigen – Martial wind-anchored domain
Function: An endless floating palace above stormclouds. Each strike in this realm manipulates gravitational pull, wind slicing, and teleportation angles. Time subtly bends around motion.
Avatar: Tenshūkaku no Hakurō – A great white heron-armored guardian. Its wings can distort space, and its spear plunges like a divine decree from the sky.
The floor shifts between cracked shrine wood and levitating storm tiles. Doors swing in and out of time. Wind howls, echoing through corridors that don't exist yet.
Seizen stood at the center, breath calm, eyes narrowed.
His voice was low and direct:
Seizen: "You knew what I came for. You showed up anyway."
Jeremiah adjusted his stance. Crane-style footwork—light, precise, always one frame ahead.
Jeremiah: "If I didn't, who would've stopped you?"
Seizen tilted his head slightly, Makugan flickering.
Seizen: "Let's find out."
Both raised their hands.
—Aura cracked the ground.
Seizen: "Kokuyō-En. Manifest."
A massive shadow rose behind him. The Black Reaper stepped out—scythe dragging behind it, each step extinguishing sound.
Jeremiah: "Hakurō. Fly."
The palace above shattered in light. A white winged being dove from the heavens, armor flashing, spear drawn in reverse grip.
Their Ryōiki Taigen Avatars struck first.
—Clang!—
The reaper's scythe arced horizontally. The heron-guardian blocked midair with its wing, redirecting the arc upward, crashing into floating debris.
Jeremiah closed the distance.
Jeremiah: "You still drop your back foot after pivot."
He blinked forward—Sky Talon style—slamming a crane-kick down on Seizen's shoulder.
Seizen caught the leg with one hand. No wasted motion.
Seizen: "You still talk too much mid-strike."
He elbowed Jeremiah clean in the chest, knocking him back three steps.
They went again.
Jeremiah's movements: sharp, spiraling, always transitioning between air and space. Teleports laced within kicks, shifting his angle by inches.
Seizen's counters: grounded, fluid, illusion-backed. He never reacted late—he was already intercepting.
Makugan lit—slowing Jeremiah's next feint mid-frame.
Seizen: "Third phase windkick, broken rhythm—Master taught that to bait weaker students."
He slammed his palm into Jeremiah's ribs—cutting off his teleport anchor mid-exit.
Jeremiah coughed but grinned through it.
Jeremiah: "You watched my movements. I studied your decisions."
He flickered again—reappearing behind Seizen—striking with an open-palm wind burst that blew Seizen off his center line.
Shrine doors appeared in the floor.
One opened beneath Jeremiah's left foot—his childhood dojo.
He froze for half a second. A memory.
Seizen stepped in.
Seizen: "Even now, you haven't let that go."
Jeremiah snapped the illusion by cutting his own palm. The blood sealed the door.
Jeremiah: "You really built this place to break people, didn't you?"
Seizen: "No. I just made a mirror. The cracks are yours."
Lightning flashed. A heron spear plunged again from above.
Seizen's reaper rose to parry it—and both Avatars clashed mid-air.
Each swing of the scythe bent memory. Each thrust of the spear redirected time.
Both avatars pull back.
Seizen's aura surges black and indigo.
Jeremiah's aura spirals white and teal.
Both raise their right hand—syncing with their Taigen.
Jeremiah: "Next one lands. One of us folds."
Seizen: "Then pick your door."
Tier 7's shattered spiral bridge. Half reality, half soul-space—Seizen's endless black shrine corridors twist into Jeremiah's open-sky palace of wind and light. The two Ryōiki overlap, reality tearing between nightmarish corridors and infinite white sky.
[Establishing Their Ryōiki Fully]
Seizen's Ryōiki — Kokushinden (黒神殿): The Black Shrine
Law: "Each door is a death. Choose your ending."
Opponents are forced to confront illusions of their deepest regrets and failures every time they move. A wrong choice manifests their death in real time.
Avatar: Kokuyō-En no Shinigami — a towering Grim Reaper, robes of black fire, wielding a scythe of fractured obsidian; its hollow eyes echo Seizen's Makugan.
Jeremiah's Ryōiki — Hakurotenkū (白鷺天空): The Sky-Piercing Crane Palace
Law: "The higher you rise, the sharper the wind."
Inside his Ryōiki, gravity and wind are his weapons. He manipulates vectors of space and compresses wind currents into blades sharper than steel. Each flap of his Avatar's wings reshapes the battlefield.
Avatar: Tenshūkaku no Hakurō — a celestial crane of white and blue feathers, each plume a compressed blade of wind. It hovers in stormlight, talons glowing with kinetic energy.
Black corridors slam into white sky. Doors flicker open midair; wind shrieks through shattered shrine windows. Every step feels like falling—yet both stand steady.
Jeremiah (low, focused):
"You really turned this place into your own coffin."
Seizen (quiet):
"And you flew right into it."
Jeremiah:
"…Then we end this here."
[Ryōiki Gattai — Avatar Fusion]
Both men step forward. Their Avatars step into them flesh and spirit merging.
Seizen's body darkens with black fire; a spectral scythe unfurls from his hand, trailing void-flame. His cloak becomes ragged wings of ash.
Jeremiah's frame elongates wind threads wrap his arms, feathers forming along his shoulders. His feet barely touch the ground; every step hums with compressed space.
Jeremiah blinks out of sight micro teleport chained with Hakurōtan dive. The sound barrier snaps as he dives from above, talons-first.
Seizen pivots before Jeremiah even appears—Makugan reading the motion three moves ahead. His scythe arcs in a half-moon, catching Jeremiah mid-teleport, sparks of void flame and compressed wind detonating on contact.
Bridge fractures; shrine doors slam open midair, each revealing Jeremiah's possible deaths. He grits his teeth and ignores them, driving forward with a knee strike wrapped in spiraling wind.
Seizen parries with the scythe's haft, then releases an illusion mid-block: Jeremiah sees himself bisected. His body reacts to the phantom pain, muscles locking for half a second but Jeremiah breaks through with raw will, phase-stepping behind Seizen and slamming him downward with a wind-boosted axe kick.
Seizen (internal):
"He's closing gaps faster. The Crane Path—his phase angles… they're cleaner than before."
Jeremiah (internal):
"He's reading me before I even move. Those eyes… they're worse than Master's."
Jeremiah spreads his arms compressed wind feathers scatter like knives.
Technique: "Hakurō Senran" Storm Feather Barrage
Each feather is a micro-phase blade, cutting space itself.
Seizen swings his scythe once
Technique: "Kokuyō Enzan" Black Flame Reap
A single arc cleaves through illusions and real projectiles alike, detonating them into phantom crows.
Barrage of feathers vs murder of crows midair. Black and white storm collides.
Avatars separate from hosts, fighting on a larger scale above:
Kokuyō-En no Shinigami swings its scythe, cutting through entire shrine corridors, collapsing them into void.
Tenshūkaku no Hakurō ascends, wings beating hurricane-force gales; each downbeat launches compressed wind spears that shatter shrine doors before they open.
Black corridors spiral upward like ribs of a great beast.
Open sky twists—gravity fluctuates; some debris floats, some crashes downward.
Both Avatars clash in silence—the sound ripped away by warped space.
Both fighters drop back to ground level as their Avatars duel above.
Jeremiah's Crane Path footwork makes him untouchable—gliding, spinning midair. Each strike combines teleport angles with divekick precision.
Seizen's Ghostflow Taijutsu answers with minimal movements; his parries anticipate teleports, illusions bait Jeremiah into attacking false openings.
Jeremiah flickers to Seizen's blindside, palm strike aimed at jaw.
Seizen tilts his head 2cm, scythe butt slams Jeremiah's ribs.
Jeremiah phases mid-hit, reappears behind Seizen spinning hook kick.
Seizen plants one foot, pivots, scythe handle blocks the kick without looking.
Jeremiah unleashes ultimate
"Surah of the Rift" Tenfold Collapse
A chain of teleport seals form around Seizen; Jeremiah ricochets between them, every strike laced with wind pressure, each hit from a different angle of space and time.
Seizen counters with
"Tenma Saigen" Heavenly Demon Resurrection
Illusions fracture time itself; Jeremiah experiences ten deaths simultaneously. His body fights while his mind breaks.
From outside, it's one clash.
Inside Seizen's Ryōiki, Jeremiah dies ten different ways, each resetting into the next.
Yet—Jeremiah keeps moving. He refuses to stop.
Both land opposite ends of the fractured bridge.
Breathing ragged. Aura flickering.
Above, their Avatars lock in a dead heat—scythe locked against talons, black fire vs hurricane winds.
Jeremiah (steady, low):
"You're not what Master made you."
Seizen (calm, faint smirk):
"No… I'm what Master feared we'd become."
The shrine doors slam shut. The sky collapses inward.
Both charge.
Both fighters land opposite ends of the fractured platform, breathing heavy. Their Avatars clash overhead, but the ground fight is now purely them—scythe against feathered fists, illusion against teleportation.
Jeremiah (internal):
He's reading me cleaner every strike. The Crane Path… isn't enough. Not if I can't break that eye.
Seizen (internal):
His teleportation got sharper since Elric's training. But even perfect speed… is still predictable.
Jeremiah vanishes—micro-teleport combined with Hakurōtan dive strike. The wind shifts sharp, claws slicing down from above.
Seizen barely pivots, scythe catching the blow. His feet don't move an inch.
Jeremiah:
"You're slowing down."
Seizen:
"No. You're catching up."
Jeremiah chains three teleports—behind, above, front. Every angle mixes a wind-kick with compressed spatial bursts.
Seizen's response, One step, minimal parries. He angles the scythe haft like a clock hand—redirecting every strike, his Makugan reading not where Jeremiah is, but where Jeremiah must reappear.
Jeremiah lands nothing. His breathing hitches.
A shrine door slams open mid-air, Jeremiah ignores it at first.
But every strike he throws, another door opens.
Every dodge? Another corridor appears.
Jeremiah's vision fractures—he's fighting Seizen, but glimpses of his own failures flash between strikes:
His first loss under Elric's training.
His own squad dying in Zirael.
A phantom version of himself, falling, over and over.
Jeremiah (gritting teeth):
"Not real… not real…"
Seizen (quiet):
"Your body reacts before your mind decides."
Effect: Jeremiah hesitates on a teleport—Seizen capitalizes. Scythe hooks Jeremiah's ankle, yanks him out mid-phase, and slams him spine-first into a shrine pillar. Wind bursts on impact—cracks spiderweb across the bridge.
Jeremiah pulls himself up, blood on his lip—but his eyes
Crane stance engaged fully, Sky-Talon Path at peak.
Visual: His body lightens, almost weightless. Feet barely graze the ground—every step a controlled glide. Wind currents orbit him like blades. His teleports now mimic flight—short bursts, dives, swoops.
Jeremiah (low):
"You're not the only one Elric made a monster."
New Technique — "Hakuro Tenkai: Feathered Pulse Reversal"
Jeremiah redirects Seizen's own slashes back at him using mirrored wind layers.
Seizen swings, Jeremiah spins midair wind barrier bends scythe trajectory, redirected slash nearly clips Seizen's shoulder.
Jeremiah teleports through the wind barrier, knee to chin, Seizen staggers back.
Seizen (internal):
His Crane Path adapts mid-flight. But every adaptation leaves a trace—an anchor in space I can sever.
Seizen's counter: Makugan layers new illusions—not full paralysis, but micro-hesitations. He seeds false wind currents—Jeremiah reads wrong air pressure, teleports into traps.
Jeremiah dives thinks he's flanking left, slams into phantom wall.
Seizen's scythe arcs, carving his arm—black fire burns real despite being half-illusion.
Jeremiah retaliates with a Crane kick → finds himself striking an afterimage.
Jeremiah (panting):
"You're… writing the fight as it happens."
Seizen (flat):
"No. I wrote it before you arrived."
Above them, Kokuyō-En no Shinigami (Grim Reaper) cuts through shrine doors, every swing collapsing corridors into nothing.
Tenshūkaku no Hakurō (Celestial Crane) dives with hurricane force, feathers exploding into thousands of micro-blades.
When their Avatars clash:
Sky implodes.
Shrine fractures.
Gravity flips—bridge rotates sideways; combatants now fighting on walls mid-fall.
Jeremiah runs along vertical wall, using wind currents to maintain balance.
Seizen, upside-down, walks calmly on shrine ceiling—scythe dragging sparks.
Jeremiah phases through a door—appears behind Seizen mid-kick.
Seizen catches the leg with one hand, slams him into another corridor—illusions stack mid-throw, Jeremiah sees three versions of Seizen converging.
Jeremiah (thinking):
If I react to the wrong one—I'm dead.
Jeremiah's breathing grows ragged; teleport intervals longer. His wind blades grow unstable.
Seizen's monologue (calm, Itachi-like):
"Your Crane Path is flawless in open skies. But here? Every door is mine. Every choice you make… leads you back to me."
Final exchange of this preview:
Jeremiah gathers wind—prepares Surah of the Rift: Eightfold Collapse (his strongest teleport combo yet).
Seizen closes Makugan fully—activates Tenma Saigen (Heavenly Demon Resurrection).
Illusion and reality overlap completely.
Every strike Jeremiah throws lands—yet also doesn't. He sees Seizen die eight times—yet Seizen stands untouched.
Jeremiah (panting, confused):
"…Which one… is real?"
Seizen (cold):
"All of them."
Cut to black — shrine doors slam shut.
The cellblock smelled of rust, sweat, and death.
Rows of reinforced doors stretched into the dark, each one holding something the world had tried to bury.
Seizen walked the center aisle like he belonged there. No hurry. No wasted motion. His eyes slid over each locked door, calculating. Behind him, the black-and-silver silhouette of Kokuyō-En no Shinigami — his Ryōiki Taigen — glided silently, its scythe's edge dragging sparks across the floor.
The guards were already on edge.
Guard Captain: "That's Seizen Kairo… Why the hell is he in Tier 7?"
Guard #2: "If he's here, something's wrong. Call in everyone."
Above them, chains rattled as the first lock disengaged.
The first cell opened with a slow, deliberate clang.
Dagun the Merciless stepped into the light, his torso a lattice of ritual scars, aura pressing like a weight on the lungs. The floor vibrated under his bare feet.
Kendra the Spider Queen followed, the ceiling above her crawling with her brood — hundreds of black-eyed arachnids pouring into the corners.
Shevchenko, The Blood Maiden emerged dripping red, her aura tasting like copper and iron in the air.
Mona "The Girl Who Stole God's Eyes" Vesta smiled without warmth, her gaze making one guard stagger like he'd forgotten where he was.
Each was Tier 7 — the kind of monster that got spoken about in training as myth, not reality.
Seizen (calm, to the prisoners): "You want out? Follow me. The Red Order will take you back… for a price."
What they didn't know — they weren't walking into freedom. They were pawns for him and Vonn's escape.
The steel walkway above shuddered.
A blur of white and gold appeared mid-air — then vanished — then reappeared inches from Seizen.
Jeremiah Abel came down with a Sky-Talon Path diving strike, fist wrapped in a dense spiral of spatial compression and slicing wind. The punch cracked the stone under Seizen's feet.
Jeremiah: "Not today."
The guards froze. Even the Tier 7s paused — not out of respect, but recognition.
Dagun: "The Crane of Elric's flock…"
Seizen's scythe snapped up, redirecting Jeremiah's strike with a screech of steel and air.
Jeremiah vanished again — fwoosh — reappearing at Seizen's flank.
Seizen pivoted, scythe carving a wall of black sparks, his free hand snapping a strike into Jeremiah's ribs that reverberated with shockwave Muti.
The air filled with aura clashes — Jeremiah's spatial ripples shredding stone, Seizen's shadow corridors swallowing shrapnel before it could land.
Ryōiki Clash
Seizen's Kokushinden unfolded — shrine doors slamming open into infinite corridors. Each prisoner, each guard, each spider blinked and saw a different reality. Jeremiah found himself alone in a hallway with Seizen blocking every path, the grim reaper looming behind him.
Jeremiah's eyes narrowed — his own Ryōiki expanding into the Hakurotenkū, the Sky-Piercing Crane Palace. Wind screamed through towering pagodas of white stone, the air laced with cutting threads of light. His Ryōiki Taigen, Tenshūkaku no Hakurō, stepped forward — a heron-shaped Avatar with wings sharp enough to shear iron.
The shrine and the palace overlapped, reality flickering between corridors and clouded towers.
Jeremiah moved — teleport-step — high-speed Crane Path combo. His strikes landed, but each impact dissolved into shadow. Seizen's voice cut through the shifting space:
Seizen: "You've been swinging at the wrong me the whole time."
The real Seizen was already at the cell controls, hands moving with precise, mechanical intent. Another door unlocked. Another Tier 7 stepped free.
Jeremiah pivoted, fury in his strikes now, but every teleport was answered — every reappearance met with a counter. His breathing sharpened. Seizen's eyes were calm, studying, adapting.
Then — a step.
Slow. Steady.
An old man in weathered robes appeared at the far end of the corridor. Staff tapping stone.
The moment Master Elric entered the block, everything changed.
Prisoners stilled. Guards froze mid-swing. Even the spider swarm stopped crawling.
Vonn (grinning through blood): "Well, I'll be damned…"
Guard #1 (whispering): "That's him… Founder of the Seekers."
Kendra (low, tense): "If he's here… this isn't a rescue."
Elric's eyes swept the scene — Jeremiah caught in Seizen's illusion, prisoners half-freed, guards holding the line. His voice was quiet but final:
Elric: "Enough."
The air bowed to him. Even the overlapping Ryōiki hesitated.