Hakugyokurou – Guest Room
9:30 P.M.
Third POV
After Yuyuko's "punishment," Riku and Rongrong were escorted—well, dragged—to separate guest rooms, both too dazed to resist. The once serene Hakugyokurou grounds still bore the aftermath of their clash: splintered furniture, scattered petals, and the faint aura of divine wrath lingering in the air.
By the time the Komeiji sisters and the Yakumo household arrived—with Ning Fengzhi trailing quietly behind them—the place looked like a shrine after a typhoon. Satori, ever the investigator, was already preparing to dig into what happened, her third eye glowing faintly with restrained curiosity. But Yuyuko waved her off, wearing a deceptively gentle smile.
"The culprits," she said sweetly, "have been properly handled."
Something in her tone made even Yukari pause before calling forth her workers from the gaps. In a swirl of violet energy, spectral servants began tidying up the garden, restoring the broken décor as if rewinding a scene from memory. Yuyuko thanked her with a serene nod, then drifted away to join the meeting where the heads of the Hinanawi and Houraisan families were waiting.
Meanwhile, in one of the guest rooms, the aftermath of Yuyuko's "justice" unfolded quietly.
Riku and Rongrong lay motionless on their futons, eyes open but vacant—like puppets whose strings had been cut. Their skin was pale, their expressions hollow, and even their breathing seemed to carry the weight of something... unspeakable. If one listened closely, one might've heard the faint echo of distant screams—perhaps from their memories.
The three who watched over Riku—Eli, Rinko, and Miyu—could only exchange uneasy glances.
"Riku..." Rinko's voice trembled slightly as she knelt beside him. No response. His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, utterly devoid of life.
"What in the world did Yuyuko-san do to them?" Miyu whispered.
Before anyone could guess, Youmu entered, her presence crisp and composed as always. She took one look at the two comatose victims, then sighed as if this were far too familiar.
"I wouldn't ask," she said flatly.
Eli blinked. "What do you mean, don't ask? We're worried—"
Youmu raised a hand to stop her. "No. Trust me. You don't want to know."
Something in her tone silenced the room. Even the air seemed to still.
Then, without further explanation, Youmu set down a large pot of incense—so large it could've been mistaken for a cauldron. Its surface shimmered faintly, releasing trails of white smoke that curled like living threads.
Eli tilted her head. "Youmu-san, what's that for?"
"This is a spiritual incense I use during sword practice," Youmu explained as she lit it, the tip of her blade acting as a match. "It helps calm the spirit and realign one's focus. If they're suffering from... what I suspect they're suffering from, this might help."
Rinko leaned in curiously. "Youmu-san, what did Yuyuko-san do to them?"
Youmu hesitated, staring at the two shell-shocked victims, then looked back at the girls. Her voice dropped to a deadpan whisper.
"I know because I've been through it myself. I thought I was going to die when Yuyuko-sama tried to eat me."
The three fiancées froze.
"E-EAT YOU?!" they chorused.
Youmu nodded solemnly. "She'll eat anything. And I mean that literally. Last year, she nearly devoured Kutaka-san because she resembled a chicken. And once, she tried to eat my phantom half because she thought it was a marshmallow."
Her phantom half, hovering faintly behind her, gave a distressed wobble before wrapping around her like a frightened blanket. The three girls paled simultaneously, realization dawning that Yuyuko was not merely a whimsical noblewoman—she was a predator.
Youmu sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway... try not to mention food around her for the next few days. The trauma's contagious."
She placed the pot in the center of the room. A soft floral fragrance spread outward, gentle and cool. Within moments, the tension in the air began to lift.
Rinko let out a quiet sigh. "It smells so good~"
Youmu allowed a faint smile. "I made it myself. A blend of flower essences and oils—cherry blossom, jasmine, and a hint of sandalwood. It's designed to calm both the body and the spirit."
Eli crossed her arms thoughtfully. "You should consider selling these, Youmu-san. Students could use this during exam weeks."
Miyu nodded. "It'd help salary workers too. Japan could use a little more peace in a pot."
The half-ghost blinked, a little flustered by the suggestion. "I... hadn't thought of that. I'll ask Yuyuko-sama later. But for now, I'll leave you to them. I have to tend to the guests."
She bowed politely and departed, her phantom half giving the group one last wary glance before following her out.
The door slid shut, and silence returned.
For a long moment, nothing happened—then Riku's fingers twitched.
"...Hnnn." His voice was hoarse, unfocused. "Where... are we?"
Rongrong stirred beside him, her tone equally faint. "I... don't know. But I think this is a room..." Her eyes drifted lazily across the space until they met a familiar face. "Oh. Rinko. It's good to see you again."
"Good to see you too, Rongrong-san," Rinko replied with a gentle smile.
That woke Riku up. "Wait—you've met Rongrong?"
Rongrong smirked tiredly. "I did. A few days ago. I ran into her and her band. I told her not to tell you—I wanted to surprise you."
Riku groaned, rubbing his face. "Well, not much of a surprise since Hatate already reported your clan's arrival in Japan. Still... I didn't think you'd actually come. I was joking."
Rongrong grinned, her energy slowly returning. "Well, jokes on you—I'm here."
Miyu blinked between them, confused. "Umm... Riku-san, Rinko-san... who is she?"
Riku straightened, trying to sound less traumatized. "Right. You two haven't met yet." He gestured toward the girl beside him. "This is Ning Rongrong—daughter of Ning Fengzhi, heiress to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan of China... and, well, a childhood friend of mine."
Eli offered a polite nod. "I see. I'm Ayase Eli—third-year student and student council president of Otonokizaka High School."
Miyu bowed slightly. "Sakurada Miyu. Second-year at Arisugawa Girls Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rongrong-san."
Rongrong gave them a playful smile. "Pleasure's all mine, Eli, Miyu. So you three are Riku's fiancées, huh? Not bad, Riku. Not bad at all."
Eli arched an eyebrow. "You knew? You don't seem bothered by it."
Rongrong chuckled softly. "After dealing with the Celestial Families, I've learned one crucial lesson—throw your common sense out the window."
Rinko laughed nervously. "H-Hai... that's fair. So, um, how did you two meet? I know Riku spent some time in China."
Rongrong shook her head. "It's the other way around. We came here to Japan. Miku-obaa-san and Papa were close friends back then."
Riku nodded. "Her grandfather taught me the basics of swordsmanship. But I ended up preferring polearms instead."
Rongrong snorted lightly. "You just liked showing off that reach of yours."
He smirked back. "Worked, didn't it?"
The tension in the room eased, the earlier horror now just a lingering joke in their expressions. Rinko sat closer, her curiosity piqued. "So what was your first meeting like?"
Rongrong leaned back, arms crossed, lips curving into a knowing smile. "Oh, that? You'll love this."
She turned to Riku, who already looked like he regretted everything.
"The very first thing he said to me," she said sweetly, "was: 'Who's the short stack?'"
Miyu choked on air. Eli facepalmed.
Rinko blinked, trying not to laugh. "Oh no..."
Rongrong rolled her eyes. "Naturally, I was furious. I was a foot shorter than him back then, so I gave him a bruise that lasted a week."
Riku groaned, burying his face in his hand. "I was ten! I didn't have a filter back then! And don't forget that you're acting like a spoiled brat back then! And I can tell that you're still the little devil that I know, so don't you dare trick Rinko into your tricks!"
"Zip it, fish head! I've grown up!" Rongrong countered. Then both Riku and Rongrong began to bicker like an old married couple.
The room filled with laughter, the earlier weight finally lifting completely. The incense smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling, carrying the faint scent of peace.
Outside, Hakugyokurou had quieted once more. The sounds of repair echoed faintly down the hall, while the moonlight poured through the paper screens, painting soft silhouettes on the tatami floor.
For now, at least, the war between childhood friends, fiancées, and ghosts was on pause.
The atmosphere within the guest room of Hakugyokurou was unusually light. Miyu sat cross-legged across from Ning Rongrong, curiosity gleaming in her eyes as the heiress spoke with composed grace.
Rongrong explained that her clan—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—was one of China's most influential clans, outwardly managing both domestic and foreign affairs. Officially, they served as diplomats and mediators, ensuring the nation's relations with others remained stable. But that, she admitted with a playful smile, was merely the cover story. In truth, the clan's legacy stretched deep into the roots of cultivation itself. They were cultivators of unparalleled skill—masters of the strongest support-type techniques the continent had ever known.
Eli leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "So, you knew about Riku's nature all this time?"
Rongrong nodded. "Yes. I've known he was a youkai since the beginning."
Rinko, ever curious, tilted her head. "Then aside from cultivation, what else are you good at?"
"Well, I learned how to use a sword from grandpa Sword, and you knew what happened earlier between me and Riku," Rongrong replied smoothly, her tone holding quiet pride. "And I'm also a licensed painter. When I'm not training, I lose myself in art."
The room filled with laughter and gentle chatter as time flowed easily between the four. Despite coming from vastly different worlds, their connection grew fast—woven from curiosity, respect, and the quiet magnetism that seemed to surround Riku's circle.
Outside, Riku wandered the hallway with his phone in hand, scrolling through messages and news. The muted hum of cicadas echoed faintly through the night air seeping in from an open window. Just ahead, two familiar figures appeared—Ning Fengzhi, dignified as ever, walking alongside Kyoya.
Riku straightened. "Fengzhi-san, Grandfather. I take it the meeting went well?"
Kyoya's faint smile confirmed it. "Yes. The Celestial Families, your own lineage, have come to an agreement with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Clear Sky Clan."
Riku's eyes widened slightly. "Those two clans as well? That's unexpected. But—why are you here alone, Fengzhi-san? Where are the other clan heads?"
Fengzhi's expression softened. "The Clear Sky Clan is occupied, holding off radicals in the mainland. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is focusing on evacuating civilians affected by the conflict. Our clan's position allows easier cooperation with Japan, so I came personally. Still, both clan heads attended the conference via video link."
Riku nodded, folding his arms. "To think the Clear Sky Clan stepped out of the shadows. So, how exactly does this alliance work?"
"The terms are simple," Fengzhi replied. "First, the Celestial Families will take in any refugees from the mainland and provide for them until they can safely return. Second, affiliates from either side may cross into the other's territory freely—so long as their intentions are peaceful. And third... when one side calls for aid, the other must respond without hesitation."
Riku smirked faintly. "Straightforward. I like it."
Kyoya gave a small nod. "Indeed. Now tell me—why are you standing out here instead of joining them?"
Riku scratched his cheek with a wry grin. "Rongrong's having a girls' night with Rinko and the others. Figured I'd give them space."
Fengzhi chuckled softly and peeked into the room through the door Kyoya had cracked open. Inside, the girls were laughing—Rongrong, radiant under the warm lamplight, looked freer than she ever had.
Fengzhi's voice was tinged with quiet relief. "It's good to see her smile like that. I can leave her in your care with peace of mind."
Riku blinked. "Pardon?"
Kyoya clasped his hands behind his back. "Rongrong will be serving as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's representative in Japan. That much has already been decided."
Fengzhi's lips twitched into a sly smile. "And that's not all—"
"Let me guess," Riku interjected dryly, "Rongrong's supposed to be my fiancée, isn't she?"
The silence that followed said it all. Both men froze mid-breath, and Riku sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"So I'm right."
Fengzhi gave a helpless chuckle. "You do remember the promise you two made, don't you?"
"I remember," Riku said, eyes narrowing. "But marriage wasn't part of it. We promised to stand side by side once Rongrong became stronger. How did this turn into an engagement?"
"Your parents suggested it," Fengzhi admitted, tone calm but carrying a hint of amusement. "They said Rongrong could keep you in line when you're being... reckless."
Kyoya chuckled quietly under his breath.
Riku's lips twitched into an exasperated smile. "They're not wrong. She's one of the few who can put me in my place. Still... what about her feelings?"
Fengzhi's eyes softened with a father's knowing warmth. "She hides them well, but not from me. She's been in love with you for years. You were the first to see her as more than just a clan heiress—a normal girl. Before she met her six best friends, you were her first true friend. She believes that if it's you, she can live as simply 'Rongrong.'"
Riku's expression grew thoughtful. "So... she's like me then." He exhaled. "And her strength? I sensed it earlier. She's at least peak Spirit Saint."
"Close," Fengzhi replied proudly. "She broke through recently—with the help of Grandpa Sword. She's now a rank eighty-four Spirit Douluo. The youngest in all of China."
Riku's eyes widened slightly. "Then that red beam of light I saw a week ago was..."
Fengzhi nodded. "Her. That was her ascension."
Riku let out a low whistle. "She's gotten that strong already... I guess I'll have to step up. The gathering's only five days away."
Kyoya's eyes glinted with approval. "Good. You'll need that mindset. Speaking of which, Fengzhi and I have something prepared for you."
Riku blinked. "For me?"
Fengzhi nodded. "Indeed. Follow us, and you'll see."
Before Riku could move, Kyoya raised his voice toward the door. "And you four should stop eavesdropping right about now."
A pause. Then, slowly, the door creaked open.
There stood Rongrong, her face flushed red as Rinko, Eli, and Miyu peeked from behind her, each trying (and failing) to suppress their amused smiles.
Riku sighed. "You heard all of that, didn't you?"
Eli folded her arms with a teasing smirk. "We did."
Miyu tilted her head. "You mentioned a fifth fiancée before... is Rongrong-san the one you were talking about?"
Rongrong blinked in surprise. "You knew?"
Riku gave a quiet nod.
Without a word, Rongrong rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. The warmth of her embrace silenced the room—and before anyone could react, she tilted her face up and pressed her lips against his.
The world seemed to hold its breath. Moonlight streamed through the open shoji screens, painting the two in silver glow.
Rinko, Eli, and Miyu stood back, exchanging small, knowing smiles.
Kyoya broke the silence first, chuckling softly. "She opened up to you three that quickly?"
Miyu hid a small grin behind her hand. "It wasn't hard. I just... lured her into admitting it."
Rinko shook her head. "That's exactly why you can be scary sometimes, Miyu-chan."
Miyu's laughter came light and lilting. "Ufufufufu~"
Fengzhi's gaze lingered on his daughter and Riku—both framed in silver light, hearts beating in quiet rhythm. For the first time in a long while, he looked... at ease.
And outside, beneath the still night sky of the Hakugyokurou, a faint breeze carried the scent of plum blossoms—soft, fleeting, but full of promise.
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Hakugyokurou – Saigyouji Training Grounds
10:15 P.M.
Riku's POV
The meeting finally wrapped up, sealing the alliance between Japan's Celestial Families and China's three great clans. It felt surreal—an ancient promise between nations revived in one night. And, just like that, I somehow walked out of it with another fiancée.
Rongrong.
The funny thing? Rinko and Miyu didn't even protest. Whatever conversation they had behind that closed door must've gone deep, because they welcomed her like she'd always been part of the circle. Maybe they just sensed what I already knew—Rongrong and I fit together naturally. Despite of her attitude and her 'I don't give a damn' mindset, she compliments me in some way. When her Martial Soul flared boosting my lightning, it felt... harmonious. Almost fated. We even joked once that we were the "golden pair." Maybe it wasn't much of a joke after all.
Now, under the pale moonlight of Hakugyokurou, we made our way to the Saigyouji Training Grounds. Fengzhi-san had mentioned that his clan wanted to present me with something. I half-expected another ceremonial gesture, maybe a relic or token. I wasn't prepared for what actually awaited us.
A massive black rectangular box stood upright in the middle of the grounds—taller than me by a good head, easily seven feet or more. Its surface shimmered faintly, absorbing the moonlight instead of reflecting it. Beside it stood Uncle Sword, his long silver hair and calm demeanor commanding quiet respect. The other clan representatives lingered nearby, watching with muted anticipation.
I bowed deeply. "Uncle Sword."
He inclined his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I heard of your spar with my granddaughter. Despite her being a Spirit Douluo, you ended the match in a stalemate. That's no small feat."
I rubbed the back of my neck. "If we kept going, it would've just been reckless. There was no point pushing it further. Fengzhi-san told me your clan wanted to give me something?"
"Not just ours," Uncle Sword replied, stepping closer to the box. His voice carried weight—steady, reverent. "What rests inside is the culmination of our three clans' collaboration: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Clear Sky Clan. Behold our greatest creation."
He raised his right hand and pressed it against the surface.
The ground trembled faintly as thin lines of white light began etching themselves across the box's obsidian frame. The markings wove into intricate patterns, connecting like veins of energy. One by one, the lines pulsed brighter—until suddenly, the entire box dissolved into particles of light.
Gasps rippled through the small crowd.
What remained standing in the box's place froze me to the spot.
Rinko's breath caught beside me, disbelief painted all over her face. "No... no way..."
I took a slow step forward, my pulse quickening. "You really replicated the Destroyer?"
It was unmistakable. The shape, the engravings, even the faint hum of restrained energy—every inch of it matched the weapon I'd wielded countless times in Neo Fantasy Online.
Eli, standing a few paces behind me, blinked in confusion. "Dear, what exactly is that?"
I exhaled softly. "You don't play games, right? The Destroyer is a weapon from Neo Fantasy Online. It's the one I use when I play as Centurion. But how the hell did you manage to replicate it? And more importantly—how did you even know about it?"
Rongrong raised her hand slightly, trying to suppress a mischievous grin. "I found out from Ame."
That name made me blink. "Wait, you know Ame?"
Fengzhi stepped in with an amused look. "His family works for our clan. Don't worry—they're part of the administrative branch, not the cultivator side."
I let out a small breath of relief. "Good. Last thing I need is the poor guy tangled in cultivation politics." My gaze returned to the weapon, awe creeping back into my voice. "But still... this is an exact replica. Every detail. Even the spirit resonance feels the same. The question is—can it actually be used?"
Chen Xin's eyes gleamed faintly. "It can. I tested it myself. Forged by the Clear Sky Clan's finest blacksmiths. The design schematics came from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. And the inner mechanics—the energy circuits and control arrays—were crafted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Together, this weapon stands as the greatest creation of our three lineages."
He paused, letting the words hang in the night air before continuing.
"And that's not all. What you see before you isn't just a weapon. It's something far more... revolutionary."
Fengzhi stepped forward then, his tone deliberate, almost ceremonial. "Riku, what stands before you is the first artificial Martial Soul."
The words struck harder than thunder.
For a moment, even the night seemed to hold its breath.
An artificial Martial Soul—something the cultivation world had deemed impossible. Centuries of failed theories, discarded research, and forbidden experiments had all pointed to one conclusion: a Martial Soul could only be born, not made. Yet here it was, standing solid before my eyes, humming with a familiar spiritual rhythm that pulsed in perfect sync with my own energy.
My thoughts scattered. "You're serious?"
Fengzhi nodded once. "Completely. This weapon draws its strength directly from the wielder's spiritual essence and harmonizes it through an artificial soul matrix. In other words—it becomes one with your energy, just like a natural Martial Soul. But unlike ordinary ones, this one can evolve based on your intent and elemental affinity."
Miyu tilted her head, her brows knitting together. "Um... what's a Martial Soul?"
The question hung innocently in the air, but it drew amused glances from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan members. Fengzhi-san, Uncle Sword, and Rongrong exchanged brief looks before nodding to each other. Of course—Rinko, Eli, and Miyu had no idea what cultivation meant, much less the concept of Martial Souls or Soul Masters.
Fengzhi-san adjusted his glasses and spoke with the patient calm of a teacher who'd done this a thousand times. "Martial Souls, or what we sometimes call Spirits, are manifestations of one's essence—unique to every person. Some are simple, like tools or elements, while others take extraordinary forms. In ancient times, it was said that these spirits were gifts from the heavens. When one learns to channel the power within, they become a Spirit Master."
He paused to let that sink in before continuing. "Children are typically tested for their Martial Souls at age six. If their soul shows potential, they begin training to cultivate spirit power and rise through the ranks."
Rongrong stepped forward, her tone light but proud. "There are nine major ranks in total. They go: Spirit Master, Spirit Grandmaster, Spirit Elder, Spirit Ancestor, Spirit King, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Saint, Spirit Douluo, and finally—Titled Douluo. Every step represents years of mastery, discipline, and a connection to one's Spirit Rings. The number and color of those rings prove a Soul Master's power."
Without another word, she raised her right hand.
A radiant pink light bloomed around her, delicate yet awe-inspiring. Behind her, a nine-tiered pagoda of shimmering glass appeared, each level carved with sacred inscriptions that pulsed with gentle light. Its presence alone carried both grace and weight—the symbol of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's legacy.
Her father followed, summoning his own spirit. His pagoda mirrored hers, though his gleamed violet and bore only seven floors—refined, steady, and authoritative. Then came Uncle Sword. The moment his Martial Soul manifested, the temperature around us seemed to drop. Behind him floated a magnificent azure sword, double-edged and translucent, its blade rippling like a reflection of the cosmos. When one looked closer, stars seemed to glimmer within it, entire galaxies alive in its core.
And then—the Spirit Rings appeared.
Rongrong's body was surrounded by eight rings: two violet, five black, and one crimson red that pulsed with terrifying vitality. Fengzhi-san's seven rings followed—a pair of yellow, two violet, and three black. But Uncle Sword 's display silenced even the wind: nine Spirit Rings in all, two violet, six black, and one deep red that radiated divine might.
The pressure of their combined auras rippled through the training grounds like invisible waves. The air thickened; every breath felt heavier. Rinko and the others staggered slightly before Yukari and Yuyuko stepped forward, raising barriers of spiritual energy around them.
Even so, the sheer power made the hair on my arms stand on end.
And then, something caught my attention. I squinted. "Wait... Uncle Sword, since when did you have a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring?"
The Sword Douluo closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, the faintest trace of nostalgia in his expression. "When I accompanied my granddaughter to the Sea God Trials, I also got a trial. And it was tough so to speak. My Spirit Rings evolved and now I'm a Rank 98 Demi-Douluo."
"I see..." I murmured. That explained the depth I could sense from him—the sharp serenity of a blade that had seen everything.
Rinko, who had been studying Rongrong's rings curiously, spoke next. "I noticed something. Rongrong-san has eight rings, but her father only has seven. Why's that?"
Eli nodded. "Right. Shouldn't the elder have more?"
Fengzhi-san chuckled softly, pride flickering in his eyes. "That's because of our family's history. For years, my clan only has the Seven Glazed Tile Pagoda, leaving us only to reach Spirit Saint as our limit. But with my daughter, her Nine Glazed Tile Pagoda enables her to become a Titled Douluo in the future and she holds the future and legacy of the clan. Along with six others her age, she's one of the strongest cultivators in all of China. As of last week, she achieved rank eighty-four—a Spirit Douluo—making her the youngest ever to reach that level at nineteen."
Rongrong flushed slightly, glancing away as the others looked at her in admiration.
Yuyuko-san clasped her hands together and giggled. "Ara~ so young and already that powerful~ I'm starting to feel ancient."
Before the mood could lighten too much, Okina-sama cleared her throat sharply, cutting through the admiration like a blade. "That's all very touching," she said dryly, "but let's get back to the real issue. You're handing that cannon over to young Riku as if it's a toy. I assume there's more to this than just a friendly gift?"
The sudden shift in tone drew everyone's attention. Fengzhi-san and Lord Chen Xin exchanged a look, silent communication passing between them before Fengzhi-san stepped forward again. His expression hardened, his voice lower now.
"There is another reason," he began. "Something we did not disclose at the meeting. We wanted Riku to hear it here—directly."
Yukari-san's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why him specifically?"
Uncle Sowrd's answer was cold and clear. "Because he is at the center of what comes next."
The temperature dropped again—not from power this time, but from what followed.
"The radicals," Uncle Sword continued, "have contacted a branch family. They plan to use them to coerce others into eliminating Riku at the gathering."
For a long heartbeat, silence reigned. Then the entire atmosphere darkened.
An invisible force pressed down on the field as several of the attending family heads let their auras flare in fury. The ground cracked faintly beneath their feet, air rippling with tension. Even without releasing my own power, I could feel the intent in that air—vengeful, suffocating, protective.
Behind me, I felt Rinko, Eli, and Miyu tremble slightly. Without drawing attention, I spread a thin layer of divine energy around them, dividing the pressure and letting them breathe easier.
Yuyuko-san tilted her head, her tone deceptively light. "Ara~ looks like they're getting desperate. To move now of all times..."
Satori-san folded her arms, eyes shadowed. "This is the worst possible scenario. If the radicals have reached a branch family, that means they've infiltrated higher than we thought."
Eirin-san's expression was unreadable, though her voice carried a faint edge. "Since when have they made their move?"
Rongrong, who had remained quiet till then, lifted her head. Her calm voice cut through the tension. "Two months ago."
All eyes turned to her at once.
The wind was still against the pale moonlight when Rongrong finally admitted it.
Okina-sama's voice cut through the night, low and sharp. "You knew?"
Rongrong nodded without hesitation, her tone calm but carrying the weight of quiet defiance. "I did. Papa left me in charge of handling the situation. I've been tracking what the radicals have been doing in Japan for months now. When I discovered they were forming deals with the Nagae branch family, I couldn't just watch from the sidelines."
That one confession turned the air tense again, but Uncle Sword broke the silence, his expression a mixture of pride and restraint. "Rongrong begged me to call in old favors from the other two clans to forge something powerful for Riku. They agreed, but only under one condition—she had to cover the expenses entirely by herself."
Every eye turned to her. Satori-san was the first to ask, her voice quiet but direct. "If I may—how much did they ask for creating this weapon?"
Rongrong met her gaze without flinching. "One billion, five hundred million dollars."
The number landed like a blow.
Rinko practically jumped in place. "W–What?! One point five billion?!"
Eli's jaw dropped. "That's insane! Nobody pays that much for a weapon!"
Fengzhi-san let out a restrained sigh, adjusting his glasses. "That was my first reaction too. But after learning what went into it, I came to understand. The cost is... justified."
Yuyuko-san's expression softened into curiosity. "And what exactly did they use to make this 'justified' price sound reasonable?"
Chen Xin's tone was even, almost reverent. "The Clear Sky Clan used six of their purest spirit ores to forge this weapon. And it was the Clear Sky Brothers were the ones who personally handled the forging."
The name alone made everyone pause. Rinko, Eli and Miyu were confused to who the Clear Sky Twins were is.
Fengzhi-san noticed their puzzled looks and decided to explain. "The Clear Sky Brothers are Tang Xiao, who is the current clan head of the Clear Sky Clan and Tang Hao, the strongest of his generation and Tang Xiao's younger brother. Their strength is unmatched as they were formerly the youngest to reach Titled Douluo at the age of 39."
Eli's lips parted slightly. "They're that powerful?"
Uncle Sword gave a single nod. "When those two are together, expect a lot of chaos happen. But they are considered the protectors of the land."
I couldn't help but whistle softly. "Now it makes sense why it costs that much. Still, Rongrong..." I turned to her. "How are you planning to pay for something like that?"
Her answer came with quiet pride. "I've already paid a hundred and twenty million. I sold several of my paintings—they fetched a good price." She paused, looking straight at me before I could say anything. "And no, you can't help me with this. One of the conditions was that I must pay every single dollar myself. No assistance, no exceptions."
That silenced me for a moment. Even Yuyuko-san, who usually had something to say, frowned faintly. "But why would you agree to those kinds of terms?"
Rongrong's gaze softened. "Because I want to prove myself. To the clan, to my father... to everyone. Our lineage has never had a female head before. I intend to be the first. If I can bear this responsibility alone, then no one can question my right to lead."
Her father smiled faintly and placed a gentle hand atop her head. The pride in his eyes said more than words ever could. "And you're already showing me that you are capable, Rongrong."
The warmth between them settled the tension for a heartbeat before Lord Chen Xin turned toward me again. His voice regained its usual calm authority. "Riku, if you will. There's something else inside that weapon—Are nine Spirit Rings. We placed some Spirit Rings that fits your style inside. And thanks to the efforts of the Three Clans, we were able to put those rings inside that cannon without the risk of the rings disappearing. I think you'll like it."
Curiosity stirred as I approached the Destroyer. The massive cannon towered before me, its form both familiar and foreign. For a moment, I just stood there, absorbing every line, every curve of the weapon that had cost so much and carried so much intent behind it. Then, as I reached out my hand, Albion's voice echoed faintly in my mind.
[Partner, I have an idea.]
(You have something in mind?)
[Yeah. The elder said this weapon was forged using spirit ore, right? What if... we assimilate it into the Divine Dividing?]
That suggestion made my pulse quicken. If we could merge it, the arsenal I'd gain would be immense.
(That could work... but it's risky.)
Iku's voice joined in, steady and protective. [Just be careful. You don't know how this will react.]
I gave a subtle nod. She was right. But this was worth the risk.
Closing my eyes, I summoned the Divine Dividing. White light flared across my arm as the vambrace manifested, gleaming like liquid moonlight. The sudden appearance drew audible gasps from the three Chinese onlookers. Before Rongrong could question it, I pressed my hand against the surface of the Destroyer.
A surge of energy erupted, the weapon's core pulsing violently as its glow intensified. Lines of white light began to crawl across its structure, forming intricate patterns that looked like runes written by lightning itself.
Then, the light swallowed everything.
The air trembled as spirit power and draconic essence intertwined, resonating in waves that shook the very ground. Somewhere deep within that blinding brilliance, I could feel the heartbeat of the Divine Dividing synchronizing with the weapon before me—two forces becoming one.
The others shielded their eyes from the blinding radiance, their expressions lost to the storm of energy. And at the center of it all, I could feel my own pulse merging with the rhythm of creation itself.
Whatever would emerge from this union... it would change everything.
Third POV
The blinding white light swallowed the entire training grounds, drowning the night in radiance so fierce it was as if a star had descended upon Hakugyokurou itself. The ground trembled under the sheer force of the energy, rippling outward like a living pulse.
Everyone shielded themselves instinctively. Kyoya threw his arm forward, covering Rinko, Eli, and Miyu as the brightness intensified. Yuyuko and Yukari raised their fans to veil their eyes, expressions calm but wary. Okina summoned one of her golden doors in front of her and Satori, the surface humming with divine energy as it deflected the wave of light. Eirin, ever the odd one, calmly produced a pair of sunglasses from her pocket—nobody dared ask why—and put them on as if this were just another night under the moon.
Fengzhi shielded his daughter with his arm, pulling Rongrong close as he braced against the shockwave. Chen Xin, however, did not flinch. His piercing eyes remained open, unwavering. He stood unmoving as the light danced in his gaze, watching every detail with the quiet authority of a man who had long since transcended fear.
To think this boy carries such a force within him, he thought, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. That surge of energy... it will be felt across continents. It's as if a new Titled Douluo has been born into this world... no—there is no "as if." One has just awakened.
The brilliance continued to flare for several seconds more before receding like a tide, leaving a silence so absolute it felt sacred. The Saigyouji grounds stood in eerie stillness—grass and leaves frozen mid-sway, air heavy with residual spirit pressure that hummed like divine static.
But the ripples of that energy were not confined to Japan. The shockwave had already crossed worlds.
Myouren Temple
The temple lay serene under the full moon, the air still thick with incense from evening prayers. Inside, two figures sat in tranquil meditation: one was a familiar black-haired nekoshou, her tails gently swaying; the other, a woman with long, wavy light brown hair fading to violet at the top, dressed in black and white robes that radiated calm authority.
Kuroka's breathing had just evened out when her ears twitched. A pulse—vast and pure—cut through her spirit like lightning. Her eyes snapped open, gold irises flaring with panic.
"This energy..." she gasped, already on her feet. "Riku!"
Hijiri Byakuren opened her eyes slowly, serene even in surprise. "Kuroka-kun?"
The nekoshou was pacing already, her tail bristling. "Byakuren-sama, I have to go. Riku is—!"
Byakuren raised a gentle hand, her gaze soft but knowing. "You're worried for him, right?"
Kuroka nodded rapidly.
"Then go," the sage said, standing with effortless grace. "But I'll be coming with you. It's been a long time since I've seen that boy."
Kuroka didn't question it. She simply nodded again, grateful beyond words. Byakuren stepped into the center of the meditation chamber, tracing sigils into the air. A radiant mandala bloomed beneath their feet, its patterns spinning in golden light.
And in the next instant, the circle flared—and both vanished in a pillar of light.
China – Spirit Hall
In the sacred marble halls of Spirit Hall, torches flickered against gold-lined walls, their light dancing across ancient banners. Upon the grand throne at the far end sat a woman whose beauty defied age—her pink-rose hair flowing like silk, her eyes glowing with ageless wisdom and buried sorrow.
Bibi Dong, Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall.
Her eyes opened the moment the wave of power hit. The pulse was unmistakable—raw, new, and impossibly vast.
"That power..." she murmured, standing from her throne. "It came from the direction of Japan." Her lips curved slightly. "So, the three major clans have begun their move."
Her smile darkened into purpose.
She turned toward the guard standing near the entrance, his armor gleaming in torchlight. "Call in the affiliated clans," she ordered, her tone sharp as a blade. "Ready the Spirit Masters for deployment. If the three clans are moving, then so must we. This is the time to crush the radicals—once and for all."
The guard saluted crisply and ran out, leaving the echo of his footsteps behind.
When the room fell silent again, Bibi Dong sat back down slowly. Her hand drifted to her neck, pulling out a broken diamond-shaped amulet that hung on a thin chain. She ran her thumb across it, expression softening.
"Xiaogang..." she whispered. "We made peace, but I swore—your death would not go unanswered. Whoever plays with the balance now... will learn the cost."
She closed her hand around the amulet, the faintest tremor in her fingers.
Russia – Unknown Fortress
Far across the world, hidden deep in the snowfields of Russia, a fortress sat carved into the side of a frozen mountain. Its spires were black and jagged, the sky above swirling with violet clouds. Inside, torches burned with blue flame, casting ghostly light across a vast stone hall.
At the center stood a man draped in black robes, the gold and crimson threads marking him as something ancient and dangerous. His hair was dark teal, his eyes glowing crimson beneath the hood.
Nergal—the master of morphs, and the shadow orchestrating chaos from the start.
He stood before a massive gate made of obsidian and bone, symbols crawling across its surface like living things. The sudden surge of energy made him stop mid-incantation, head turning sharply. The pulse rolled through the fortress, shaking the torches.
Behind him, two figures stirred.
"Is something wrong, Lord Nergal?" asked Sonia, a pale woman with ash-blonde hair and violet eyes.
"You felt it too, didn't you?" he replied, his tone low but edged with interest.
Another voice answered from the shadows—cold and devoid of inflection. "Yes. Shall we locate the source?"
The speaker stepped forward: a woman with ebony-black hair, gold eyes like frozen suns, and skin so pale it nearly glowed. Her robe was white, trimmed with black and red, pristine yet eerie.
"Limstella," Nergal said softly, regarding her with faint approval. "No need. Not yet. Let the world shake a little before we intervene. Keep monitoring the morphs I assigned to Asia."
Limstella bowed her head. "It shall be done."
"Sonia," Nergal continued, "assist her. And find Denning for me. I have a task in mind for him."
The two bowed and departed soundlessly, their presence fading into the stone corridors.
Nergal turned back to the gate, his eyes narrowing as the residual pulse brushed against his skin once more.
"That energy..." he murmured. "It's similar to hers. But... no. There's something different. Something purer."
His lips curved into a thin smile. "So, another piece has entered the board."
The gate pulsed faintly behind him—as if answering.
Another Universe – The Underworld
The night sky was painted in deep violet, constellations burning like embers over a sprawling city of black stone and silver flame. Inside a grand estate on a hillside balcony, a young man sat up abruptly from his sleep, sweat clinging to his neck.
His hair was silver, catching the moonlight; his eyes—icy blue and sharp as cut crystal—darted toward the horizon.
Vali Lucifer, the original White Dragon Emperor.
He rubbed his forehead and exhaled slowly. "Albion," he muttered, voice hoarse but steady. "Did you feel that just now?"
The reply came within his mind, deep and resonant.
[I did, Vali. Now everything makes sense. I'd wondered what became of the more reserved hosts of the Divine Dividing... to think there's another white one out there.]
Vali chuckled quietly, stepping out onto the balcony as the violet sky reflected in his eyes. "Another White Dragon Emperor, huh? That's interesting."
He rested his hands on the railing, gaze distant but gleaming with excitement. "Think you can locate whoever it was?"
[You'll need Azazel's help for that,] Albion replied, a trace of amusement in his tone.
Vali waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. He's already too curious for his own good."
He looked out over the infernal skyline, the air humming faintly with otherworldly energy. The pulse from the other world still echoed faintly in his veins, like a whisper across dimensions.
A grin spread across his face, sharp and hungry. "Another like me... after all this time. Good."
He looked up at the stars again, voice low but brimming with anticipation. "After I deal with my rival, I'll find this one. Let's see how he compares to the strongest White Dragon Emperor."
The night wind carried his words into the endless violet sky—across realms, across worlds—toward the one whose awakening had set everything into motion.
And somewhere far away, the faint echo of a dragon's roar answered.
Now back to the Hakugyokurou....
The blinding light that had swallowed the field finally began to fade, washing away into the quiet mist of Hakugyokurou. One by one, the group opened their eyes—everyone except Chen Xin, whose sharp gaze had never left the epicenter. What they saw next silenced even the most talkative among them.
Standing at the heart of the training ground was Riku, no longer clad in his usual attire, but transformed—armored in radiance and power. The metallic white plating of his new form gleamed under the pale light, traced with glowing blue and cyan lines that pulsed like living veins. The craftsmanship was both divine and futuristic, a seamless fusion of dragonic majesty and technological brilliance.
His helmet bore multiple angled crests, sharp and regal, evoking the image of a dragon's head crowned by a single gem set upon its forehead. The chestplate, sculpted to perfection, housed a luminous blue orb that thrummed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Large, wing-like pauldrons curved from his shoulders, spreading slightly as if ready to unfurl at a moment's notice.
Energy hummed through the reinforced gauntlets, blue lines and cables threading along his arms, alive with restrained power. His leg guards—sleek and contoured—reflected an otherworldly sheen, white armor interlaced with crystalline blue detailing. The boots, designed for precision and speed, bore miniature thrusters that flickered faintly like blue embers waiting to ignite.
Beneath it all flowed a long white cape, its inner lining a deep violet trimmed with gold. The emblem of a stylized dragon stretched across its surface, declaring its bearer as something more than human. Around his waist, glowing cables and metallic tubes were arranged with military precision, some connected to small grenades and specialized ammunition meant for the Destroyer now bound to him.
Hovering around him were nine radiant Spirit Rings—four black, five red—each pulsing with immense spiritual pressure. The air itself seemed to ripple in recognition of his strength.
Rongrong, Fengzhi, and Chen Xin froze where they stood, their expressions torn between awe and disbelief.
"Unbelievable..." Chen Xin's voice broke the silence, a rare tremor of astonishment slipping through his usual composure. "Japan has officially gained its first Titled Douluo. By my estimation... Rank Ninety-Eight."
Fengzhi turned to him, brows furrowing. "Rank Ninety-Eight? Are you certain?"
Chen Xin nodded once, gravely. "I don't make light of these things. I thought Riku's level would have capped around Rank Seventy-Five—Spirit Saint, perhaps. But this..." He glanced at the hovering rings, his eyes narrowing. "Whatever lies within him caused a leap far beyond natural limits. We only provided four nine-thousand-year Spirit Rings and five fifty-thousand-year ones. And yet this—this is beyond precedent."
Rongrong's eyes softened with admiration, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she whispered, "Riku... you've surpassed even Tang San as the youngest Titled Douluo..."
As she spoke, Rinko took a cautious step forward, her voice trembling with concern. "Riku... are you okay?"
He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging the air through the helm's vents. "I'm fine, Rinko. I just... didn't expect this to happen."
Then a familiar voice echoed in his mind, calm and resonant.
[Congratulations, partner. You've finally unlocked your Balance Breaker. Though yours... is unlike any that came before.]
Riku closed his eyes for a moment, faintly smiling beneath the visor. "You once told me Sacred Gears evolve from one's emotions and imagination, right? I just took that a step further. The artificial Martial Soul must've merged with my Divine Dividing."
Rongrong blinked. "Riku, what just happened? And who are you talking to?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "Ah... right, you wouldn't know. That's going to take a while to explain—and I'm gonna need someone to back me up here."
Miyu tilted her head. "You mean... Kuroka-san?"
Kyoya nodded, crossing his arms. "Kuroka's at the Myouren Temple right now. It'll take her a while to get—"
The words hadn't even left his mouth before the doors burst open with a sharp bang. Everyone turned as two figures stepped through the shimmering veil of mist—Kuroka, her golden eyes sharp with worry, and beside her, a calm woman dressed in flowing black and white robes, long hair fading from chestnut to violet.
Riku blinked. "Kuroka? Well, that was fast."
Yukari arched a brow, folding her fan with a soft snap. "And Byakuren too? What brings you here?"
Byakuren smiled faintly, her presence serene but commanding. "I insisted on accompanying her. It's been a long time since I last saw Riku."
Eli leaned toward Kyoya, whispering, "Kyoya-san, who is she?"
He replied quietly, "Hijiri Byakuren—head of the Myouren Temple. She's one of the Celestial Families, same as the Yakumo and Hakurei. Together, they govern the Kansai region."
Yuyuko, ever graceful, fanned herself as she stepped forward. "As much as I enjoy surprises, I think this conversation would be better held elsewhere. Riku-kun, can you take off that armor?"
Riku nodded wordlessly. In a shimmer of light, the armor dissolved into particles of white and blue, the nine Spirit Rings fading from sight. His body sagged slightly, the weight of the transformation settling over him. Before he could stumble, Yukari appeared by his side, steadying him with a quiet grace.
"Thanks," he murmured.
"Don't mention it," she replied with a knowing smile.
Straightening himself, Riku looked around the room—at the friends, allies, and elders whose gazes lingered on him in awe and worry alike. "Let's move to the living room," he said at last, his tone steady despite the exhaustion in his voice. "We've got a lot to talk about... and I'd rather do it sitting down."
The group silently agreed. As they began to file out of the training grounds, the faint residue of energy still shimmered in the air, refusing to fade completely. It was a silent testament to what had just occurred—a transformation that would ripple across nations, perhaps even worlds.
And though none dared to say it aloud, the same thought crossed every mind present:
The birth of a new Titled Douluo was not merely a personal victory—
It was the dawn of a new legend.
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Hakugyokurou – Living Room
12:00 Midnight
The faint glow of the paper lanterns bathed the Hakugyokurou living room in a warm, muted light. The midnight air was quiet, save for the soft rustling of silk sleeves and the distant hum of spirits beyond the estate walls. Riku sat slouched on the far end of the sofa, his expression calm but distant, while Kuroka, the Ning family, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and the heads of the Celestial Families settled into their seats. The hour was late, but the weight of what they had witnessed earlier kept sleep far from their minds.
Moments earlier, Youmu had guided Riku's fiancées—aside from Rongrong—to the guest rooms, the three of them too drowsy to stay awake after the day's intensity. Once the group gathered, Kuroka began introducing herself to the three Chinese guests, her golden eyes steady yet soft as she spoke. She told them everything—from her origins and the world she came from, to the twists of fate that led her into Riku's orbit. Her tone carried that easy cadence of someone who had long made peace with her scars, yet every detail she shared painted a picture of pain and survival.
When she shifted to the supernatural—Sacred Gears, the great war among the Three Factions, the Underworld's civil strife, and the cruel hierarchy of devil society—the atmosphere changed. The Ning father and daughter, along with Sword Douluo, grew still, their interest sharpening like drawn blades. The concept of entire worlds governed by gods, angels, and devils—each with their own wars and politics—was enough to shake anyone's perception of reality.
By the time Kuroka finished, the clock had already passed midnight. The other family heads, who had already heard fragments of her past, still listened closely, drawn in by the new details she revealed about her old world. When she finally exhaled, ending her tale with a small smile, she leaned back against the sofa and looked toward Rongrong and Fengzhi.
"Well," she murmured, her tail flicking lazily, "and that's my story, nya..."
Fengzhi's eyes gleamed with a thoughtful light. "To think the multiverse theory was true all along. For decades, it's been dismissed as fantasy—yet here you are. And these Sacred Gears you speak of... they sound eerily similar to our Martial Souls."
Rongrong, hands folded neatly on her lap, frowned slightly. "You went through so much... to be framed and forced to flee without even a chance to defend yourself. That devil hierarchy really is twisted."
Kuroka gave a small chuckle, though her eyes softened. "No worries. Thanks to Byakuren-sama, I've long made peace with it. You can't carry old chains forever. The past stays behind; it's the present that decides who you become."
Chen Xin leaned forward slightly, his voice low. "And what about Riku? Is he going to be alright?"
Kuroka turned her gaze toward the young man resting on the sofa. "He'll be fine. It's just fatigue. This was his first time activating his Balance Breaker—it takes a toll."
Riku's breathing was steady but shallow. His right hand rested on his lap, where a silvery-white ring gleamed faintly in the lamplight. Shaped like a dragon coiled around his finger, its sapphire eyes pulsed gently with power—the merged form of the Destroyer and the Divine Dividing. The ring itself was alive, bound to Riku's soul. It could be removed, yes—but the moment anyone else touched it, it would vanish and reappear on its rightful owner's hand.
Fengzhi studied the faint glow from the ring. "That power must have drained him severely."
A deep, resonant voice broke the silence, echoing softly through the air.
[You are correct,] Albion's voice rang from the ring, calm and measured. [Riku exhausted nearly half of his magical reserves maintaining that form. It's only natural—it was his first transformation. In time, he'll gain mastery and sustain it longer. For now, he rests within the Dragon Palace, tended by Iku and Tenshi. But know this—Divine Dividing is no longer just a Sacred Gear. It has become Riku's Martial Soul. Should Riku fall, I fall with him.]
Kuroka's ears twitched. "So, you've severed the cycle... a new path, forged by your bond. That means a new White Dragon Emperor walks this world."
Her hand brushed gently through Riku's hair, the gesture almost sisterly. Chen Xin stood, arms crossed, a rare smile curving his lips.
"I believe I understand now," he said. "In our world, he would be known as a Spirit Master—a Titled Douluo, no less. And normally, Riku would be picking a title for himself. But I think I know what he'll pick so I'll say it right now. From this day forward, Riku shall be known as the White Dragon Douluo, the first Japanese Spirit Master to ever bear the title."
The declaration hung in the air like a sacred vow. Rongrong's eyes brightened at the sound of it, and Fengzhi's chest swelled with quiet pride.
"It suits him," Fengzhi said softly. "When he released that Spirit Avatar, he truly embodied the White Dragon."
Rongrong smiled faintly. "So, you'll be leaving for the mainland to announce it, won't you, Papa?"
Fengzhi nodded. His expression carried the weight of both pride and duty.
Across from him, Yukari turned her attention to the ring. "How long will he sleep?" she asked.
Albion's voice answered once more. [That depends on his recovery, but a full night's rest is best. Thank you for the title—it fits me as much as him, the White Dragon Emperor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must tend to my partner.]
The ring shimmered once and vanished, its glow fading into the air like mist. What remained was simply Riku—fast asleep, peaceful, and utterly drained.
Yuyuko's lips curved into a serene smile as she rose from her seat. "Very well. He shouldn't stay here like that. Youmu, dear, be a good girl and take Riku-kun to his room~"
"Hai, Yuyuko-sama," Youmu replied, bowing deeply. Her phantom half appeared beside her as Youmu placed Riku gently on the floating phantom's body. With gentle steps, she carried him down the corridor, the soft sound of her sandals fading into the quiet hallways of Hakugyokurou.
When the doors finally slid shut behind her, only the faint hum of the lanterns remained. The remaining adults sat in thoughtful silence, each turning over the same realization in their minds—Riku was no longer just another prodigy. He was now something beyond even that.
The first of his kind.
The White Dragon Douluo.
Riku's Mindscape – Dragon Palace
The mindscape of Riku Nagae was no longer the quiet, sealed world it once was. What had once resembled a tranquil palace suspended in a sea of clouds had evolved—expanded into a vast domain pulsing with life and energy. The Dragon Palace now stood like a divine citadel floating in an endless horizon of storm and light. Lightning danced across the far reaches of the sky, weaving with streams of pure spiritual power that flowed like rivers of gold. The air shimmered with dense draconic aura, and the faint hum of divine resonance echoed from every crystal, every wall, every tile of the palace floor.
The change was breathtaking—overwhelming, even.
At the center of the palace stood Riku himself, arms crossed and gaze steady, with Tenshi and Iku at his side. The three of them watched as the energy around the palace pulsed like a living heartbeat.
Iku was the first to break the silence, her eyes widening slightly. "Incredible. Your magic power—every last drop of it—it's finally returned."
Tenshi folded her arms, her expression soft but impressed. "That means you're back at full capacity now, Riku. You can finally go all out again."
Riku smirked faintly, glancing up at the swirling storm clouds that mirrored his spirit. "Nine years... Nine years since I lost half my power. Now that it's all back..."
Iku's tone grew cautious. "Riku. What exactly are you planning to do?"
He turned slightly, his eyes glinting with quiet determination. "I need to check something. My spells... I can feel it. They've changed."
Reaching into his pocket, Riku pulled out a spell card. The faint glow surrounding it was different—sharper, infused with a faint silvery-blue hue that hadn't been there before. His suspicion was immediately confirmed.
"As expected," he murmured. "My spells did change."
He held the card up so Tenshi and Iku could see. The two leaned in, both blinking in surprise.
Tenshi read the inscription aloud, almost in disbelief. "Divide Artillery: Splitstorm Lance Shell?"
Iku frowned slightly. "That's... entirely new. I don't recognize that one at all."
Riku studied the shifting symbols on the card's surface. "It's a fusion—my lightning, the Divine Dividing, and the Destroyer. They've merged into a single core technique."
Tenshi let out a low whistle. "That's some next-level stuff. You're basically walking cheat-code territory now. So, what's next? You planning to test it out on us?"
Riku chuckled under his breath. "Tempting. But I want to test something else first." His eyes flicked toward the faint light beyond the palace doors. "The Martial Soul Lord Chen Xin gave me."
Iku crossed her arms, smirking. "You're probably a Titled Douluo to them now. The way they were talking earlier..."
A familiar deep voice resonated through the air, cutting in.
[Iku's right.]
The three turned toward the window as a spectral figure materialized outside—the immense white form of Albion, wings folded neatly as he hovered in the stormlight.
"Albion," Riku greeted. "How's the situation outside?"
[Your body is safe,] the dragon replied calmly. [Youmu is carrying you to your room to rest. And congratulations, partner—you've been named the White Dragon Douluo.]
Tenshi blinked. "I beg your finest pardon?"
Albion gave a low rumble of amusement. [The elder announced it not long ago. Your title has spread among them already. And more than that—the Divine Dividing has now become your Martial Soul, in addition to being a Sacred Gear.]
Iku tilted her head thoughtfully. "That explains the changes in your rings. Have you figured out your Spirit Skills yet?"
Riku rubbed his chin, intrigued. "I was planning to test my spells first... but fine. Let's see what my Martial Soul can do."
[That's wise,] Albion replied. [From what I can sense, the Artificial Martial Soul has evolved significantly. Your nine rings have fully integrated with the Divine Dividing's essence. In short—you can now access the Juggernaut Drive without suffering its usual drawbacks. Your Spirit Rings will stabilize the output.]
The words hit like thunder.
Both Riku and Iku's eyes widened. "You mean... I can use Juggernaut Drive freely?" Riku asked, half in disbelief.
[Yes,] Albion confirmed. [The backlash has been neutralized. You're now able to channel it as naturally as your own breathing. But it'll still take a toll on your body.]
Riku let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Heh. Looks like the gods decided to be generous at the last minute."
Iku smirked. "Or maybe they just don't want you wrecking the balance again. Don't push your luck."
Tenshi leaned forward, curious. "So? What are you calling this new Martial Soul?"
Riku paused for a moment, eyes glancing at Albion before a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Heavenly Dividing."
The name rolled off his tongue with quiet certainty. "It's everything that defines me—my lightning, Albion, and the Destroyer combined into one soul."
Albion inclined his massive head. [A fitting name... to think I'd take a new form and new purpose. Truly, this is the era of a new White Dragon.]
Iku grinned. "Then let's take this outside the palace. I want to see what your 'new era' looks like."
The three stepped beyond the grand doors and into the open courtyard of Riku's mindscape. Above them, a celestial sky of blue lightning and drifting sakura petals stretched endlessly.
Riku raised his hand, and the air rippled. One by one, nine Spirit Rings manifested around him—four black, five red—each humming with immense power.
He started with the basics, testing the first three rings. As expected, they contained Albion's core abilities: Divide, Reflect, and Compress. The raw simplicity of the first ring's divide effect was stunning—it halved the force of any spiritual energy it touched, while Reflect rebounded that power tenfold, and Compress condensed it into a devastating concentrated burst.
For the fourth, fifth, and sixth rings, Riku integrated his own spellcraft. Each ring pulsed with hybrid magic, combining spell and spirit—his lightning arts reshaped into divine constructs that moved with mechanical precision.
The seventh ring glowed brighter than the rest. When Riku activated it, his body erupted in light as the Heavenly Dividing Avatar emerged—his Balance Breaker form. White armor engraved with runes of both East and West materialized, wings of divine energy unfurling behind him.
Albion's voice echoed proudly. [Perfect synchronization. You can maintain that form indefinitely now—your current limit is about one year of continuous manifestation.]
Riku's grin widened. "That's... more than I expected."
But it was the eighth Spirit Ring that truly stunned them all. Its power flared in a ghostly white hue as Albion's long-forgotten ability awakened—[Reduce.]
Tenshi felt the air shift. "What... is that?"
Albion's tone darkened slightly. [A poison unique to me. It reduces existence itself—body, soul, and spirit. Even gods cannot withstand it. The only beings immune are Ddraig, Great Red, and Ophis.]
Riku's eyes narrowed. "A soul poison... that's too dangerous."
[Indeed. Use it sparingly,] Albion warned. [It leaves nothing behind. Not even memories.]
Riku sighed. "Noted. Last thing I need is Eirin-san trying to 'study' it."
Tenshi snorted. "Yeah, she'd probably want a sample for 'research.'"
Finally, Riku turned to the ninth and last ring—the most dangerous of all. Its crimson light rippled outward like a shockwave, the ground trembling beneath their feet. The Juggernaut Drive.
Riku's form changed again—his wings darkened to silver fire, and his aura exploded outward, tearing at the very edges of his mindscape. Tenshi and Iku instinctively stepped back, shielding their faces as waves of spiritual energy roared through the realm.
Lightning and draconic flames spiraled around him, his eyes glowing with divine might. The pressure alone was enough to make even Tenshi—the Celestial—feel small.
When the power stabilized, Iku exhaled slowly. "...Riku, you could surpass anyone in Gensokyo if you wield that at full force."
The words weren't exaggeration. The raw power was beyond anything human.
But after several moments, the storm began to fade. The glow dimmed, the wings dissipated, and Riku's knees buckled. He hit the ground hard, panting, every muscle in his body burning.
"Guess... I'm still not used to the output," he muttered weakly.
Iku walked over and knelt beside him, shaking her head with a faint sigh. "Session's over, prodigy. You're not collapsing on me again."
Tenshi smiled softly. "He did well, though."
As she spoke, she reached down and gently lifted Riku into her arms. His breathing had evened out, though his body still trembled faintly from the overload.
Iku turned toward Albion, who was preparing to take flight. "Before you go, check the rest of his mindscape. See if anything else changed."
[Understood,] the dragon replied. [This world is expanding too quickly to ignore.]
With a mighty beat of his wings, Albion ascended into the glowing sky, his silhouette dissolving into a trail of white light.
Below, Tenshi carried Riku back toward the palace, the storm quieting above them. The air settled into calm, and for the first time in what felt like years, peace returned to Riku's inner world.
Within that silence, a sense of renewal lingered—of a soul reborn through trial and fire.
The White Dragon Douluo had awakened.
The following day
Hakugyokurou – Guest Room (Rinko, Miyu, and Eli's Room)
July 28, 2021 – Wednesday – 5:00 A.M.
Eli's POV
The soft buzz of my phone alarm cut through the silence, pulling me from sleep. I reached across the side table and silenced it, blinking groggily as the screen's light dimmed. The clock read 5:00 A.M. I stretched my arms, rolling the sleep from my shoulders, and took a quiet look around.
Rinko and Miyu were still fast asleep, their breathing steady and faces calm. I smiled faintly. They looked peaceful like that—two exhausted angels after the long night we'd all had. Not wanting to wake them, I slipped carefully out of bed, gathered my clothes, and padded into the bathroom.
A short shower later, steam still rising from my hair, I changed into light clothes fit for the morning chill. The world outside was still wrapped in a pale dawn glow. I stepped into the corridor and took a slow breath. The scent of cherry blossoms mixed with the faint tang of morning mist.
As I walked down the hall, my phone buzzed again—this time, a message. I unlocked it and froze for a second when I saw the sender.
Alisa:
Onee-chan, would it be alright if I came to the Nagae Estate on the 30th? I want to see how you're doing.
I couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "Took her this long to ask..." I murmured, smiling to myself. "Still, dear would be happy to see her."
I typed a quick reply, telling her she could visit—as long as she behaved herself. Once the message sent, I tucked the phone away and kept walking until the corridor opened up into the Saigyouji Garden.
It had been fully restored after what Riku and Rongrong pulled off last night. Even at dawn, the place felt alive—dew glistened on petals, and the air smelled faintly of sakura and earth. The silence wasn't empty; it was comforting. I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, a quiet sigh of peace.
"Looks like we're not the only ones who come here to think."
The voice was familiar, warm. I turned, and there he was—Riku—standing beside Yuyuko-san and Youmu-san, the two of them serene as always.
"Dear," I greeted with a small smile. "Good morning. How did everything go last night?"
Riku exhaled softly, running a hand through his hair. "Complicated, to say the least. But the good news? I'm back at full strength."
"Hai?" I blinked.
Yuyuko-san's gentle laugh followed. "What Riku-kun means, Eli-chan, is that when he was ten, he lost half his magic power. But now... he's whole again."
"I see." I nodded, still absorbing it. "Then are you planning to test it out today?"
"That was the plan," he said, his tone light. "And you? What got you up this early?"
"I usually wake around this time," I replied, smiling. "I start my day with a jog. Oh—and my sister messaged me just now. She's asking to come to the estate on the thirtieth."
Riku's eyes brightened. "Alisa-chan? Sure, she can come. I want her to meet Mafuyu too. They'll be in-laws soon enough."
I chuckled, warmth rising to my chest. "I really like that idea."
"Ara~" Yuyuko-san's voice chimed playfully. "You're not going to ask why we're here?"
I gave a small laugh, shaking my head. "I figured I'd let you enjoy your morning without interrogation."
That only made her giggle more. She reached out, taking my hand with that gentle but unyielding grip of hers. "Come now, Eli-chan~ Join us for a walk. The garden's lovelier when shared."
Riku smirked. "Just go with it. Yuyuko-san doesn't take no for an answer."
I sighed in mock defeat but followed, our little group strolling beneath the soft wash of dawn light.
The Saigyouji Garden was more beautiful than I'd imagined—rows of flowers perfectly trimmed, the scent of life and care everywhere. I made a quiet comment about how well-tended the garden was, and I saw Youmu's face light up like a proud apprentice. Yuyuko-san explained, almost teasingly, that Youmu personally maintained everything. My respect for the young swordswoman deepened instantly.
As our walk neared its end, we spotted two familiar figures beneath the pavilion near the koi pond—Rongrong and her grandfather, Chen Xin.
"Good morning, Riku, Eli, Youmu-san, Yuyuko-sama," Rongrong greeted with a polite smile.
"Good morning, Rongrong-chan~" Yuyuko sang back, her tone airy as ever. "Out for the morning air as well?~"
"Yes," Rongrong replied.
Riku stepped forward. "Rongrong, Uncle Sword—where's Fengzhi-san?"
Chen Xin looked up calmly. "Fengzhi has already returned to the mainland. He left matters here to us. Yukari opened a gap for him to cross. And Riku, you can call me Grandpa Sword now. Since you and Rongrong are engaged. And that same goes to you young lady."
Rongrong added, "Ran-san will handle papa's things while he's away. But don't worry, Grandpa Bone is with him. He'll be fine."
Riku nodded slowly. "I see. So where will you two be staying, then?"
"Papa said I should stay at the Nagae Estate with Grandpa Sword," she answered brightly.
"Well, you're both more than welcome," Riku said with a faint smile.
A moment later, one of the Hakugyokurou staff appeared, bowing respectfully. "Yuyuko-sama, your early meal is ready."
"Ara~ Right on time," she replied, clapping her hands together lightly. "Now then, everyone, I must leave you. I refuse to let my breakfast get cold~"
Riku chuckled. "Go ahead, we'll handle things here."
Yuyuko wagged a teasing finger his way. "Ufufufu~ Then make sure this garden stays perfect while Youmu and I are away, understood?"
He raised a hand in mock salute, and she nodded in satisfaction before floating gracefully into the air. Youmu followed her silently, sword at her hip.
I watched them vanish into the soft morning haze. "I'll never get used to seeing people fly like that."
Riku shrugged. "You get used to it after a while."
He turned to us. "So—what do you two want to do?"
"Me and Eli?" Rongrong asked.
I tapped my chin thoughtfully, then pointed toward the giant sakura tree standing like a sentinel at the far edge of the garden. "How about over there?"
Riku's answer came with a slow shake of the head. "No can do. The Saigyou Ayakashi is off-limits. Only Yuyuko-san and Youmu can approach it."
Grandpa Sword added in a low tone, "He's right. The one time I got too close, my spirit power started draining away. It's like the tree was feeding on it."
My eyes widened slightly. "So it's dangerous?"
"Very," Riku said plainly. "But Yuyuko-san keeps it under control, so we're safe as long as we don't push our luck."
Grandpa Sword's attention shifted back to Rongrong. "I must step out for a while. Some matters need my attention."
Rongrong nodded. "Go ahead, Grandpa. Riku will watch over me."
Grandpa Sword gave a small approving nod before vanishing in a streak of light, leaving the three of us standing there.
Riku was quiet for a moment, then a small spark of inspiration lit his expression. "You know what—why don't we make breakfast for everyone? Something fresh, before the others wake up."
I perked up immediately. "That sounds fun."
Rongrong clapped her hands together. "I'm in!"
"Perfect," Riku said, grinning. "Let's head to the kitchen."
We made our way through the estate's wide corridors until we reached the main kitchen—a spacious room already humming with quiet activity from the early staff. The smell of tea and simmering broth filled the air. When Riku explained our idea, the staff smiled and stepped aside, letting us take over one of the main counters.
"What's the theme for breakfast today?" Riku asked one of the cooks.
"Japanese-Western fusion," came the answer.
Riku's eyes glinted with excitement. "Then we're making croissants and brioche buns—from scratch."
I exchanged a look with Rongrong, both of us laughing softly at his sudden burst of enthusiasm.
We gathered ingredients from the pantry—flour, yeast, milk, butter, eggs—everything neatly laid out on the polished counter. Riku washed his hands, turned toward us, and smiled.
"I'm not going to pressure you two," he said. "Just help however you can. I'll give you pointers along the way."
We nodded in unison.
"Alright then," he said, cracking his fingers. "Let's get to baking."
To be continued...