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High above Tokyo, beyond the clouds and satellites, an ancient orbital facility flickered to life for the first time in decades. Its dormant systems—etched with kanji and forgotten logos of a defunct military division—began to glow a dim crimson.
Inside, robotic arms hummed. Stasis pods lined the chamber, frost cracking across their glass. In one of them, a figure stirred.
"Subject: Amaterasu Protocol – Activated."
A mechanical voice echoed through the silent corridors.
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Back on the surface, Hoshiro stood on the rooftop of an abandoned hospital, mask resting in his hand. His eyes, once calm, now swirled with unease. Below, Tokyo flickered between chaos and calm. Word of the battle beneath the city had leaked—and rumors spread of a masked hero.
Ayame sat beside him, bandaged but sharp. "You okay?"
"No," he admitted. "Reiji wasn't just a pawn. Someone higher's pulling strings. And now they know who I am."
She placed a hand on his. "Then we don't let them win."
Kazuki burst through the rooftop door, holding a cracked tablet. "Guys… I hacked the Syndicate network. There's something bad coming. A program. Codenamed 'Amaterasu.'"
"Sounds like a weapon," Ayame muttered.
Hoshiro stood. "No. It's not a weapon…"He remembered the stories. Whispers of a final failsafe, locked in orbit to ensure no hero ever rose again.
"It's a god."
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In a cold stasis pod orbiting Earth, eyes snapped open—glowing brighter than the sun.
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