Adam House — late evening.
Nate leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching his mom pace the living room.
"So?" he asked casually.
Lily stopped, turned, and slammed the paper onto the table.
"Fine. You win," she said, clearly annoyed. "I won't be sending you to Kuoh."
Nate's grin was instant.
"So… Y Academy it is."
Lily pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Kyoto's top school," she muttered. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Without a word, Nate pulled out his report card and slid it across the table.
Every subject: A+
Overall score: 98%
Lily stared.
Once.
Twice.
Then she slowly looked back up at him.
"…Since when?"
Nate shrugged. "I study."
She narrowed her eyes. "You fight ancient Yo-kai, outplay Devils, and argue with the Dragon of Infinity in your dreams."
"Multitasking," Nate said simply.
Lily leaned back in her chair, defeated.
"…I raised a menace."
Nate smiled proudly.
Hailey gave Nate a sideways look, then smirked.
"Good for you."
She held up her report card.
70% — B
"I barely made the cut to go to Y Academy with you," she added, half proud, half exhausted.
Nate blinked. "Hey, that's still good. Y Academy's brutal."
Kunou tilted her head, looking genuinely confused as she checked her own paper.
95%
"The tests weren't that hard," she said honestly.
Silence.
Fumika slowly raised her own report card.
80% — A
Her eye twitched.
"…Really?"
The room's temperature dropped a few degrees.
Kunou looked between them, ears flattening slightly. "Did I say something wrong?"
Hailey stared at her. "You say that like you didn't casually nuke the curve."
Fumika crossed her arms, glaring. "Some of us actually studied."
Kunou blinked again. "I just answered the questions?"
Nate covered his mouth with his hand, trying—and failing—not to laugh.
Lily, from the couch, muttered, "I'm banning prodigies from this house."
Kunou puffed her cheeks. "That's unfair…"
Nate finally lost it.
"Welcome to Y Academy," he said, grinning. "Where the monsters aren't supernatural—just academic."
Raiju, curled up on the armrest, cracked faintly with lightning in agreement and went back to sleep.
Yasaka, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke—her voice calm, measured.
"Now remember," she said, folding her sleeves neatly, "Y Academy is a Yokai school. Most of the student body are Yokai hiding as humans. The teachers are fully aware."
Nate nodded. "Yeah, we know."
He paused, then glanced to the side.
"Which also means—"
A soft whoosh of cold air swept through the room.
Snowflake-shaped motes shimmered briefly before fading, and Blizzaria appeared beside them—no ice throne, no supernatural chill flooding the house.
Just a girl.
She had short, soft blue hair that framed her face, bright green eyes, and a clean Y Academy-style uniform that somehow still looked elegant on her. She shifted slightly, clearly self-conscious, one hand raised near her mouth.
Blizzaria tilted her head.
"…What do you all think of my human disguise?"
The room froze.
Hailey stared.
"…Wait."
Kunou's ears twitched.
"She looks… normal?"
Fumika squinted. "Suspiciously normal."
Lily leaned forward, eyes sharp. "That's dangerous."
Nate looked her up and down once, nodded casually, and said:
"Which means she can go."
Blizzaria blinked. "That's it?"
"Yep."
She flushed faintly. "You're not going to question the spellwork? Or the stability? Or the temperature suppression matrix?"
"Nope."
"…My hairstyle?"
Nate shrugged. "Looks good."
That did it.
A faint crack echoed as frost crept up the leg of the coffee table.
Blizzaria turned away, covering her face. "T-thank you…"
Serafall, who had been watching silently, grinned wickedly.
"Oho~ So Y Academy just got itself a new ice queen transfer student?"
Yasaka sighed. "Please try not to traumatize the teachers."
Nate leaned back, hands behind his head.
"Too late. Between us, Y Academy's about to have a very weird year."
Somewhere far away, the timeline quietly braced itself.
December 31st.
Nate was kneeling on the ground. Next to him was Kunou.
Yokai Elder and Shrine Maiden moved, as a Ritual was being made.
Yasaka was looking down at then with a smile. "As the Prophecy said, Born under the stars, so walk through fire and the world, to unite the Yokai, while having a nine-tailed fox as his destined companion — he is the Yokai King. Once I place this crown on you, Nate will be the Yokai King and Kunou the Queen, I will still do the paperwork because you two are young".
She started to lift down the grown as she dropped and it rolled away. "Shit"
She chased after the crown as Nate and Kunou blinked as Yasaka returned with the crown
Yasaka returned, slightly out of breath, holding the crown carefully in both hands.
Nate and Kunou exchanged a quick glance, blinking at her in mild confusion.
"Sorry about that," Yasaka said, placing the crown gently on Nate's head this time. "Apparently the stars had other plans for gravity."
Nate adjusted it slightly, feeling the weight settle comfortably, and gave a small, respectful bow.
Yasaka took a deep breath. "This crown is made from Pure Spirit bond enegry once it breaks, it will give you the cultivate knowledge of every Ruler of the Yokai before you, from Lady Amaterasu to Me, and for you Nate it will make you stop again after 24, a blessing by Amaterasu".
The moment the crown settled, the world answered.
Not with thunder.
Not with blinding light.
With recognition.
The ritual circle beneath Nate and Kunou pulsed once—soft, ancient—like a heartbeat that had been waiting a very long time to resume.
Wind swept through the shrine, warm despite the winter night. The torii gates creaked. Paper charms fluttered wildly, yet none tore. Spirit flames burned steady and low, bowing inward.
Kunou gasped softly.
She felt it first.
A presence—not pressing, not overwhelming—but welcoming. Like a den opening its doors. Like the forest leaning closer, curious and approving.
Nate sucked in a breath.
His vision blurred—not from pain, but from overlap.
For a fraction of a second, he wasn't kneeling anymore.
He stood on scorched plains beneath a blazing sun—Amaterasu's gaze heavy with judgment and pride.
He walked snow-covered mountains where ancient Yokai Kings ruled by strength alone.
He sat at councils where words mattered more than claws.
He saw wars avoided. Wars failed. Promises broken. Promises kept.
Not memories forced into him—
—but offered.
The crown warmed, then cracked.
A thin fracture line spread across its surface, glowing gold.
Yasaka's eyes widened—but she did not panic.
Instead, she smiled.
"Good," she said softly. "It's accepting him."
The crown shattered into motes of light that dissolved into Nate's body like falling stars.
The pressure vanished.
Silence returned.
Nate exhaled slowly, hands resting on his thighs. "…Okay. That was a lot."
Kunou looked up at him, eyes shining. "I saw them too… but only when they looked at you."
Yasaka stepped forward and placed a hand gently on Kunou's head.
"That is how it should be," she said warmly. "The King carries the burden of history. The Queen carries the will to guide it."
The Elder Yokai bowed deeply. Shrine Maidens followed, staffs touching the ground in unison.
"Yokai King," they intoned.
Kunou stiffened. "W-wait—!"
Yasaka laughed quietly. "Relax. Titles don't change who you are overnight."
She looked at Nate then—really looked.
"No divine madness. No domination instinct. No erosion."
Her smile softened.
"You're still you," she said. "That's why the crown broke willingly."
Nate rubbed the back of his head. "So… I'm King, but you still do paperwork?"
"Yes."
"And I don't have to live in a palace?"
"Correct."
"And Kunou—"
Kunou immediately grabbed his sleeve. "I'm not wearing royal dresses."
Yasaka nodded solemnly. "Also correct."
There was a pause.
Then Nate snorted. "This is the weirdest New Year's Eve I've ever had."
Serafall clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "Alright~! Nate-kun, Kunou-chan, use that shiny new inherited wisdom you just unlocked!"
Nate and Kunou exchanged a glance, then closed their eyes in sync.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—
Nate opened his eyes, face completely blank.
"All fats make you fat and drastically increase heart disease risk."
Kunou nodded seriously, also deadpan.
"Eating eggs raises blood cholesterol and should be avoided."
There was a beat of silence.
Blizzaria blinked.
"…What?"
Kunou continued, unwavering. "Cold weather causes colds."
Nate added immediately, "Humans only use ten percent of their brains."
Yasaka's smile twitched.
"Cracking knuckles causes arthritis," Kunou said solemnly.
"Sugar makes children hyperactive," Nate followed.
Serafall froze mid–sparkle pose.
Lily slowly turned her head toward Yasaka. "Please tell me this is a joke."
Kunou tilted her head. "Swallowing gum keeps it in your stomach for seven years."
Nate stopped abruptly.
"…Hold on."
His brow furrowed. His shoulders tensed. Then—
"—WHY ARE NINETY PERCENT OF THESE OUTDATED?!" Nate shouted, hands flying up.
The shrine echoed.
Kunou snapped her eyes open. "WAIT—mine too! These were debunked centuries ago!"
Serafall leaned forward, squinting. "Ehhh? That's… not supposed to happen."
Yasaka pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ah."
Everyone turned to her.
She sighed. "I may have… forgotten to mention something important."
Nate stared at her. "…Yasaka."
"The crown doesn't filter accuracy," she said carefully. "It transfers the accumulated beliefs and understandings of past Yokai rulers at the time they ruled."
There was a pause.
Then Nate slowly looked down at his hands. "…So I didn't inherit ultimate wisdom."
Kunou looked horrified. "We inherited ancient misinformation."
"Yes," Yasaka said gently. "Some of it very confident."
Serafall burst out laughing, bending forward and clutching her stomach. "PFFT—AHAHAHA! THE ALL-KNOWING KING IS ARMED WITH BAD DIET ADVICE!"
Lily groaned. "I knew it was too good to be true."
Nate exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Okay. Okay. So what did we actually get that's useful?"
Yasaka smiled again—this time, knowingly.
"Close your eyes once more. But this time… don't look for facts."
They did.
The world shifted—not into statements, but patterns.
Kunou felt it: the way Yokai territories breathed, where tension naturally formed, where harmony broke first. She saw emotional currents, loyalty bonds, fear spirals.
Nate felt weight—not of knowledge, but judgment. When to intervene. When to wait. When a ruler's presence alone could stop bloodshed—or cause it.
They opened their eyes.
Kunou inhaled sharply. "…Oh."
Nate nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's more like it."
Serafall tilted her head. "Well?"
Kunou smiled, small but certain. "I know which Yokai clans will resist unification… and which just need reassurance."
Nate cracked his neck. "And I know exactly how badly Khaos Brigade screwed up by moving early."
Yasaka's tails swayed behind her. "That," she said proudly, "is the wisdom of a King and Queen."
Nate smirked faintly. "…Still deleting the cholesterol part."
Kunou nodded firmly. "Absolutely."
To be continued
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