The neon streets of Neo-Tokyo-3 buzzed softly in the aftermath of the recent conflicts. Dimensional rifts still shimmered faintly, but for now, the city moved as if nothing extraordinary had occurred.
Kyuroto Mitsuyo walked casually through a crowded food district. His dual-toned hair shimmered in the streetlights, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings, though not for threats this time. Today, he sought something simpler: a meal.
At a small street stall, he approached the vendor and placed a credit card on the counter. Unlimited balance, a triviality for the heir of the Mitsuyo Clan. Without hesitation, he swiped it, splitting the bill among a dozen items he picked at random.
"Thank you," he said politely, his voice calm yet surprisingly warm.
As he took his first bite, Kyuroto's demeanor shifted. Gone was the calculating strategist; instead, he adopted a chibi-like enthusiasm. He ate with wide eyes and exaggerated motions, savoring each bite as if he had not eaten for days—even though, in truth, he could have consumed entire multiverses for breakfast and remained hungry.
Passersby paused, noticing the contrast: the outerversal architect, the Whisper of Infinity, eating like an ordinary, tiny human enjoying a street snack. There was an undeniable charm in the way he devoured his food, as if every morsel was a treasure.
The city hummed around him, oblivious to the scale of his power. Kyuroto finished his meal efficiently, licking the plate clean in an almost cartoonish fashion, then rose with a satisfied sigh.
Even amidst infinite timelines, dimensional rifts, and multiversal stakes, moments like this reminded him of something simple: life could be enjoyed, even for someone who bent reality itself.
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