Neo-Tokyo-3 trembled under fractured skies, neon light bending across dimensional rifts. The Fractured Triad, sensing the Mitsuyo heir's momentary downtime, had regrouped and escalated to their ultimate offensive, targeting multiple nexus points where reality itself could fracture.
Kyuroto Mitsuyo stood atop his citadel, shadows stretching outward like sentient extensions of his will. Even at 1% of his 1,000,000% true power, he controlled the flows of probability, causality, and time across infinite timelines.
"Alert: Triad outerversal assault has reached maximum intensity. Probability threads under severe strain," his drone reported.
Rifts tore violently through Layer-7, sending paradoxical waves cascading across seven realities simultaneously. Kyuroto extended fragments of his consciousness into each disturbance, splitting energy into fractals and looping them endlessly. Every strike intended to challenge him was absorbed and redirected with precision.
He allowed slight divergences, small illusions of success for the Triad. Their overconfidence surged, unknowingly playing into his meticulously woven plan. Shadows of himself moved independently, intercepting attacks, stabilizing threads, and subtly nudging probability toward outcomes he had already foreseen.
"Observation: Triad maneuvers fully anticipated. Outcome certainty: 99.9999999%," the drone intoned.
Beneath the floating towers, Neo-Tokyo-3 continued its oblivious rhythm. Citizens walked, vehicles moved, and the city itself seemed alive under Kyuroto's subtle guidance. Every choice, every movement, every breath had been nudged into alignment with his infinite plan.
Kyuroto's lips curved in a faint, controlled smile. The Triad, despite their outerversal might, were now predictable variables. Their desperation and ambition were feeding the precision of his strategy.
As the first light of dawn touched fractured skyscrapers, he prepared for the final sequence of manipulations that would bring the outerversal clash to its inevitable conclusion.
And in the quiet omnipotence of that moment, one immutable truth remained: Kyuroto Mitsuyo, the Whisper of Infinity, was untouchable, incomprehensible, and the ultimate architect of destiny across all realities.