Neo-Tokyo-3 gleamed under the neon lights, but beneath the apparent calm, subtle anomalies rippled across Layer-7. Kyuroto Mitsuyo's senses, attuned to infinite threads of probability, detected them immediately. Something—or someone—was probing the multiversal fabric.
"External manipulations detected. Probability threads show deliberate interference," his drone reported.
Kyuroto's piercing blue eyes narrowed. The subtle disruptions indicated skilled manipulators, not amateurs. Shadows flickered around him, fragments of his consciousness extending into every dimension, scanning for the source.
From the periphery of his awareness, he detected them: The Fractured Triad, three entities operating in perfect coordination across multiple realities. Each moved with precision, leaving only faint traces, yet their collective influence threatened to destabilize minor timelines—enough to become significant if left unchecked.
Kyuroto tilted his head, a calm smile forming. Even at 1% of his 1,000,000% true power, he could effortlessly counter their moves—but he enjoyed the game. Letting them test their skills would reveal the scope of their capabilities, while providing opportunities to weave outcomes to his advantage.
The Fractured Triad converged near a minor dimensional rift in the city's outskirts. Each emanated energy signatures that fluctuated between the physical, spiritual, and dimensional planes. Kyuroto's shadows moved subtly, aligning probability threads to minimize potential catastrophic interactions while leaving slight openings for observation.
As he approached, he observed the Triad's communication—a silent, almost imperceptible exchange of intent. Their coordination was precise, but he detected minor hesitation: the first signs of doubt under the weight of infinite possibilities.
Kyuroto stepped forward casually, blending with the crowd. His presence was unremarkable, yet every shadow around him subtly adjusted reality. A minor vibration here, a temporal nudge there—imperceptible yet omnipotent.
"Observation: interference localized. Probability threads adjusted to maintain stability. Monitoring for escalation," his drone intoned.
The Fractured Triad's leader sensed him—not as a threat, but as an anomaly beyond comprehension. For a moment, they hesitated, their plans pausing in recognition of something outerversal, a force impossible to quantify.
Kyuroto smiled faintly. He had allowed them to make their presence known, but every action, every ripple, played directly into his overarching plan. The VTT universe had room for new players, but only as threads within his infinite design.
And in the quiet, imperceptible to all but himself, one truth persisted: Kyuroto Mitsuyo remained the architect of destiny, the unseen hand weaving the fates of all who dared interfere.