Chapter 45: The Celestial Families Gather Pt. 2 - The Prodigy and the Band Girls (Re-Master)

Moriya Shrine – Lake Suwa

5:00 P.M.

Riku's POV

The wind over Lake Suwa was calm again, its surface unbroken except for the faint shimmer of residual magic. I hovered a few feet above the water, feeling weightless. My whole body felt renewed—every breath deeper, every heartbeat steady. The magic that had drained from me during the last few days was now full again, pulsing quietly inside.

When I looked to the east and west, I saw Suwako-sama and Kanako-sama standing atop their Divine Pillars. The twin columns of ancient power rose out of the lake like monuments from another time—remnants of the Great Suwa War, when the two goddesses fought each other before becoming the shrine's twin deities.

I raised a hand and waved. They both smiled, the sacred barrier around the lake dissolving as they approached. Their presence alone sent faint ripples across the water.

"I take it you're finished recharging, Riku-chan~?" Suwako-sama teased. The eyes on her frog-shaped hat blinked twice, which still caught me off guard no matter how many times I saw it.

"Pretty much," I replied with a small smile. "Thanks for letting me use the lake, Suwako-sama, Kanako-sama." I bowed lightly in respect.

Kanako folded her arms, grinning. "You don't need to thank us. But you can do something for us tomorrow."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," she said, voice sharp with that warrior's edge she never really lost. "Try to survive tomorrow. Sanae will cry if you don't"

I laughed quietly. "I think I can manage that."

Suwako floated closer, her expression turning softer. "Then let's head back, hmm? Sanae's probably pacing by now."

"Yeah," I said. I dismissed the Destroyer form—its divine energy dissolving into the air—along with my Spirit Rings and wings. Together, we rose higher before gliding toward the shrine.

Moriya Shrine – Living Room

When we landed, Kanako-sama pushed open the sliding door, and warm light spilled out from within. I was expecting silence—maybe a few attendants—but instead, laughter echoed through the corridor.

As we stepped into the living room, I blinked. Poppin'Party was still here.

"Senpai! You're back!" Kasumi shot up from the tatami floor, all boundless energy as usual.

"Yo, Kasumi." I rubbed the back of my neck. "I thought you girls already went back to Tokyo."

Saaya smiled, calm as ever. "We were about to, but Sanae-san said we should wait for you. She figured you could just teleport us back."

"Of course she did," I sighed, half-amused. "She really doesn't like anyone leaving without a proper send-off."

Tae tilted her head, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Senpai, what happened to your eyes? Both of them are blue now."

I turned toward the small mirror by the wall—and froze for half a heartbeat. My reflection stared back with two deep, dark-blue irises. Not mismatched anymore. Just... colder.

"Well," I said quietly, "let's just say a lot has happened these past few days. Don't worry, I'm fine."

That was a lie, or at least half of one. I wasn't fine. How could I be, after learning the truth about my lifespan—twenty thousand years of existence ahead of me? I couldn't tell them. Especially not Saaya. She already looked at me like she wanted to say something she couldn't. I didn't want to make it heavier for her.

Before the silence stretched too long, Sanae appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Riku! You're done with your meditation?"

I smiled, relieved for the change in tone. "Just finished. And thanks for taking care of Fuyu."

As if on cue, the big white cat bounded from behind Sanae and straight into my arms. I caught her easily, her soft fur brushing against my cheek as she purred.

"I've missed you too," I murmured.

Sanae crossed her arms. "So? You're heading back already?"

"Yeah. The gathering's tomorrow, and I still need to prepare."

Her expression faltered, just for a second. "Riku... promise me you'll be careful, alright? Onee-chan said said so"

I pulled her into a brief hug. "I'll be okay. And I'll make sure the gathering goes smoothly. You have my word."

Sanae smiled, though her eyes were still shadowed with worry. "Hm! That's what I want to hear." Then she glanced over at Poppin'Party. "Well, I guess I shouldn't hold you any longer. Kasumi-chan, girls—go along with Riku now."

Kasumi brightened immediately, grabbing her guitar case. "You got it!"

Outside, the evening light painted the shrine grounds in soft gold. The lake shimmered faintly in the distance, like it was still holding traces of divine energy. I took one last look at it before turning back to the group.

"Alright, everyone," I said, raising my right hand. The teleportation sigil etched into my skin began to glow faintly, runes spinning around my palm. "Hang on tight. You might feel a little dizzy."

Kasumi grinned. "Dizzy's fine! I've done worse on roller coasters!"

Saaya just smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "We're ready when you are."

Fuyu meowed as if signaling me to begin.

"Alright then."

The sigil expanded beneath our feet—a circle of light filled with intricate symbols. The air shimmered, bending around us. Sanae stood on the shrine steps, waving energetically as the wind from the spell whipped through her hair.

"Take care, Riku!" she called out.

I lifted my hand in return, offering a small wave. "See you soon, Sanae."

And then, with a pulse of blue light, the world folded in on itself. The scent of pine and incense vanished, replaced by the still, cool air of teleportation—a brief moment of silence between spaces.

When the light faded, the Moriya Shrine was gone.

Only the faint echo of Sanae's voice lingered behind us, carried by the mountain wind.

Nagae Estate – Front Door

5:35 P.M.

Third POV

A brilliant light flared in front of the Nagae Estate's entrance, its radiance briefly scattering across the courtyard like a sunrise reflected on marble. When it faded, Riku stood there with Fuyu in his arms and the girls of Poppin'Party gathered beside him. Rimi and Arisa looked pale, swaying slightly from the sudden teleportation.

"Are you all good?" Riku asked, gently setting Fuyu down. The white cat circled his feet once before brushing her tail against his leg.

Saaya, ever steady, smiled faintly. "We're fine, Riku-kun. Arisa and Rimirin just... need to remember which way's up."

As she spoke, the large double doors of the estate creaked open. Standing there was Ning Rongrong, her composure elegant, her long hair swaying slightly with the breeze.

"Riku, you're back," she greeted, her smile soft but unmistakably relieved.

Kasumi froze the instant she saw her. Rimi and Saaya did too, their faces tinting pink. Even Arisa blinked in disbelief — Rongrong's beauty seemed to quiet the air around her.

"Hey there, Rongrong." Riku's tone warmed. "Me and Fuyu just got back. Is grandfather home?"

"He just returned earlier," Rongrong replied, adjusting Fuyu in her arms as the cat purred contentedly against her. "The press conference took quite a bit from him, but he said a few hours of rest would be enough."

Riku nodded in gratitude. He'd barely had time to speak before Arisa whispered, still entranced, "Riku-san... who is she?"

"Oh, right." Riku turned toward the band. "Everyone, this is Ning Rongrong — a childhood friend of mine from China."

Rongrong bowed slightly, the motion graceful even with Fuyu cradled in her arms. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. You must be Poppin'Party."

Kasumi blinked. "Wait — you know us?"

A small, knowing laugh escaped Rongrong's lips. "Of course. You've become quite popular in the mainland. Your performance at CiRCLE was streamed by OG, and the Chinese band community has been talking about you nonstop. They're already calling you future stars of the international scene."

The girls' mouths fell open, stunned.

"R-Really?" Rimi stammered.

Riku chuckled. "She's not kidding. I checked the pro band circuit forums myself — you've got a reputation now, along with Roselia and Raise A Suilen. They're even calling you the Golden Triangle of Japan."

That phrase seemed to ignite something in them. Kasumi's eyes sparkled brighter than usual, Tae straightened her posture, and even Arisa — for once — didn't have a sarcastic retort ready.

"The world's watching you now," Riku continued. "But I believe you'll handle it just fine."

Kasumi stepped closer, a grin stretching across her face. "We'll do our best, senpai!"

She hadn't realized how near she'd gotten until their faces were only inches apart — her breath catching, his eyes flicking away for a moment.

"So..." Tae tilted her head innocently. "Are you two going to kiss or not?"

Kasumi's face went scarlet. Riku's ears burned. Arisa, mortified, smacked Tae lightly on the back of her head. "Don't just say things like that, you idiot!"

"W-Well, that's... one way to end a conversation," Riku said, forcing a small laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. "Anyway, I'll call Aizawa to take you girls home. I've got a busy day tomorrow, so sorry if I can't stay and entertain."

Saaya quickly waved it off. "Don't worry about it, Riku-kun. You've done plenty already."

A few minutes later, headlights swept across the driveway — Aizawa's van pulling up smoothly. Riku gave the driver quiet instructions to see the girls home safely. As they climbed aboard, Kasumi leaned out the window, still smiling.

"See you soon, senpai!" she called, waving as the van rolled away.

When the hum of the engine faded, the courtyard fell into quiet again — only the faint rustle of leaves and Fuyu's tail flicking near Rongrong's arm remained.

Rongrong turned toward Riku, her tone suddenly softer. "Tell me something, Riku. That girl, Saaya — she's in love with you, isn't she?"

Riku hesitated, his eyes reflecting the fading orange light. "...Yeah. It's pretty obvious. But I'm not going to rush her. I'll just let it be for now."

He started walking toward the front steps, but Rongrong stepped closer, brushing her lips against his cheek — a gentle, familiar kiss that lingered just long enough to make him blink.

"Welcome home, Riku," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice before heading inside with Fuyu still nestled in her arms.

Riku stood there for a moment, touching the spot where she'd kissed him. He exhaled quietly, a faint flush still on his face. "Yeah... it's good to be home," he murmured, before finally following her in, knowing full well that his night — like the responsibilities waiting for him tomorrow — was far from over.

Nagae Estate – Riku's Room

5:45 P.M.

After Poppin'Party's van disappeared beyond the estate gates, the quiet returned like a blanket. Riku and Rongrong went their separate ways, heading back to their rooms while the faint aroma of dinner began to drift through the halls.

Moments later, a soft knock came from Riku's door. When he opened it, Eiji — Kyoya's ever-composed aide — bowed politely before stepping inside. In his hands were several neatly stacked folders, the faint shimmer of embossed seals catching the lamplight.

"I've brought the full report regarding the press conference, Riku-sama," Eiji said, his tone even as always.

Riku leaned back against his chair and gestured for him to proceed.

From Eiji's summary, the conference had been a complete success. MORE MORE JUMP had officially become representatives of the Nagae — and with that came a cascade of privileges that bordered on royal treatment. They would receive a personal manager, a fitness specialist, a dedicated chef, and even a team of psychiatrists to help them maintain balance under the spotlight. On top of that, a private studio would be built exclusively for them — soundproof, fully equipped, and entirely off-limits to the media.

Riku smirked faintly. It was just like his grandfather — always thorough to the point of excess.

Eiji continued, recounting the girls' reactions. Airi and Haruka had tried to protest, insisting the benefits were too extravagant. Kyoya had apparently cut them off mid-sentence, saying what they were offered was "the bare minimum." When Minori nervously asked what maximum benefits looked like, Kyoya had replied, with complete seriousness, that it would include daily limousine rides or even a private helicopter to and from practice.

Needless to say, the girls had quickly accepted the first offer.

Riku couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the image — four flustered idols trying to argue with his grandfather's brand of generosity.

Still, not everyone at the conference had been kind. Eiji mentioned that a few reporters implied the girls were only endorsed out of pity. Kyoya's response was immediate and cutting — stating that the endorsement came from respect, not sympathy, because the group carried the legacy of his late daughter. That one sentence had silenced the entire room.

After that, Kyoya assured the media — and the girls — that their education wouldn't be compromised. He was already working with Shizuku's school to build a schedule that balanced idol duties with student life.

Then came the quieter, unspoken details — the ones meant for Riku's ears only. Eiji mentioned that Shizuku would be wearing a discreet tracker disguised as an earring. The reason was simple: she had a habit of wandering off. When Riku heard that, he couldn't help laughing outright, shaking his head. "Yeah... that sounds like something Grandfather would do."

Eiji allowed himself the smallest ghost of a smile. "Kyoya-sama prefers prevention over apology."

"Yeah, that's one way to put it."

Then came the part that made even Riku raise a brow. According to the contract, the members of MORE MORE JUMP would receive an annual salary of 2.5 million dollars each, as long as they continued representing the Nagae name. They would endorse company products, perform at sponsored events, and wear outfits bearing the family crest. Yet, despite all that structure, the artistic direction of their music — the sound, the style, the message — would remain entirely up to them.

Freedom within loyalty. Very Nagae-like.

By the time Eiji closed the final folder, the sun had already dipped low behind the mountains, scattering a faint orange hue across the study walls. A gentle knock at the door broke the silence. One of the maids peeked in and bowed.

"Dinner is ready, Riku-sama."

Riku nodded and stood, stretching his shoulders. "Got it. Let's go, Eiji."

They left the room together, the soft sound of their steps echoing faintly down the hall until the scent of miso, herbs, and roasted fish greeted them at the end of the corridor.

The dining room was already lively when they arrived. Kyoya sat at the head of the table, composed as ever, though the faint fatigue beneath his eyes gave away the toll of the day's press event. Beside him sat Tina, elegantly poised, while Mafuyu and Kuroka whispered to each other in low tones. Rinko, Eli, and Miyu had already taken their seats, and Rongrong was seated near the middle, Fuyu curled quietly on her lap.

But what caught Riku's attention most was the last guest — Rei, sitting neatly with her hands folded.

Riku blinked, surprised. "Rei? You're here too?"

Before she could answer, Kyoya set down his glass and spoke. "I was the one who called her. Tonight's meeting will concern her as well." His voice carried calm authority, every word deliberate.

For the first time in what felt like years, the Nagae family table was full — every seat taken, every presence accounted for.

Riku found his place between Rongrong and Eli. The warmth of the room, the soft clinking of utensils, and the faint rustle of Fuyu's tail brushing against his leg grounded him.

Dinner was served — a spread of traditional dishes prepared with care. Before anyone touched their food, Kyoya clasped his hands lightly together. "Let us give thanks."

Everyone followed suit, and for a few quiet moments, the dining room filled only with the sound of gratitude whispered into the evening air. Then, at Kyoya's nod, the family began to eat — laughter beginning to bubble up between bites, as if the house itself exhaled after a long day.

Nagae Estate – Kyoya's Office

9:00 P.M.

Hours had slipped quietly into the evening, and the estate's corridors were wrapped in a calm sort of tension. Inside Kyoya's office, the air carried the faint scent of old paper and incense. The lamplight stretched long shadows across the mahogany desk where Kyoya sat, posture composed, fingers interlaced beneath the glow of his glasses. Facing him were Riku, Rinko, Miyu, Eli, Rei, and Rongrong—each one drawn into the gravity of what was about to be said.

On Riku's lap, Kuroka lay curled in her small cat form, her two tails flicking lazily as though the weight in the room meant nothing to her.

"I'm glad all of you came," Kyoya began, voice steady, low. "What I'm about to tell you is related to the gathering tomorrow."

The gleam in his lenses caught the light as he leaned forward. Riku, sensing the tone, straightened.

"Is it about the announcement of the Harem Plan that Okina-sama made?" he asked, cutting cleanly to the heart of it. The girls glanced at him, worry flashing in their eyes.

"Precisely." Kyoya's tone left no room for doubt. "Tomorrow, I want you girls to walk alongside us at the Imperial Palace."

The statement landed like a dropped stone in water—ripples of disbelief spread across every face, even Rongrong's.

"Then... what about our clothes?" Rinko finally asked. "Will we need to wear formal attire?"

Riku waved the concern away. "Nope. His Majesty doesn't mind what we wear. Yukari-san and the other heads usually attend in their own styles. In your case—except for Rongrong—I think your stage costumes will do. They represent who you are."

Rinko, Miyu, Eli, and Rei exchanged glances, each quietly considering how their performances had always been an expression of self, not just art.

"So that means," Rei began, tilting her head, "you're wearing your gear from when you perform with OG?"

A grin tugged at Riku's lips. "That's the best way to represent myself. True, I may be a Nagae—but the whole world knows me as Iku of OG, the Dragon of the East."

The room went quiet for a beat. The nickname hung there, unfamiliar to most of them.

"'Dragon of the East?'" Eli echoed.

"It's what the North American Pro Band Circuit calls me," Riku replied, a faint hint of pride softening his voice. "Because I'm from Japan. And remember—every pro out there already knows I'm a youkai."

That reminder drew quiet nods from Rinko, Rei, and Miyu. They hadn't forgotten. The others were still wrapping their minds around it.

Riku's gaze then shifted toward Kyoya. "By the way, Grandfather—who'll be our guard? For years, aside from Kasen-san, the Nagae family hasn't had one during gatherings."

Kyoya adjusted his glasses slightly, preparing to answer—but before he could, a soft, teasing voice broke in.

"Then how about me?"

All eyes turned to Kuroka, still lounging on Riku's lap, her feline grin almost mischievous. "I can be your guard."

Kyoya's brow rose. "Honestly, I was about to ask you. Then I'll leave the Nagae family's safety to you, Kuroka-kun."

"Nya~ don't say it like that," Kuroka purred, brushing off the praise with a swish of her tail. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all protected." Even as a cat, she managed to wink, earning a faint smile from Riku.

The air lightened for a moment, until Riku's tone shifted again.

"Grandfather, I heard something from Aya and Hatate earlier. A rumor, but it sounded serious." His voice dropped. "They said tomorrow's gathering will be broadcasted throughout Japan. Is that true?"

Kyoya leaned back in his chair, the faint creak of the leather underscoring his answer. "Yes. Yukari was the one who arranged it. She's intent on revealing our true selves to the entire nation."

The girls froze, the words hitting like a cold wind. The thought of Riku's nature—his very existence—being exposed to the world was terrifying. Rinko's hand gripped the armrest beside her.

"Kyoya-san," Rongrong began, her voice tight, "why would Yukari-san want that? Wouldn't revealing your true nature break the Celestial Families' law?"

Kyoya nodded slowly. "It would. But Yukari believes the Celestial Families must change—look toward a future where humans, youkai, and other supernatural beings can coexist. She says hiding only breeds fear."

The old man's expression softened, as though recalling a conversation with Yukari that had left a mark on him.

But Riku's next words drew every eye back to him. "And to send a message to the Mage's Association as well."

The room stilled. The warmth in the air drained into unease.

"We heard they're planning a mass genocide," Riku continued, voice even but sharp. "They want to wipe out all youkai. Including us."

The silence that followed was absolute. The girls' faces turned pale. Even Kuroka's tail stopped moving.

"M-Mages Association?" Eli asked carefully. "What is that?"

Riku sighed, shoulders lowering slightly. "An organization in Europe. Made up of human mages—though they prefer to call themselves magus. Their ethics are... questionable, to put it mildly. Most of them don't care about anyone or anything except their own magical progress. They're stuck-up elitists who think they're above the law. They look down on anyone without a noble lineage or powerful bloodline. And worst of all..." He paused, eyes hardening. "They hate all supernatural beings. To them, we're nothing but test subjects."

The horror on the girls' faces said enough.

"Riku," Rinko murmured, her voice trembling slightly, "you spent most of your life in Europe. Were you safe while you were there?"

"I was," he replied after a long breath. "The Association can't touch me—not directly. I'm a Nagae, and there's a non-aggression pact between us. Neither side can harm the other. But there have been... incidents. Harassment. Provocations. If they ever break that pact..." His tone darkened, the room growing still. "...then we're within our rights to destroy them."

The weight in his words pressed on everyone present. The thought of Riku killing—of being forced into that corner—made the girls' stomachs twist. Yet behind their fear, there was something steadier: trust. They knew he wouldn't lose himself, even in bloodshed.

Kyoya cleared his throat softly, drawing the tension back down. "That's enough for tonight." His gaze swept over them, calm but firm. "You girls should rest. Tomorrow will be long, and your costumes are already waiting in your rooms."

Rinko and the others rose, each bowing slightly before heading out. The door opened to the dim hallway beyond, their footsteps fading as they wished Riku a soft good night.

Riku remained a moment longer. "I'll be heading back too," he said finally, lifting Kuroka gently onto his shoulder. She purred, tail curling around his neck like a lazy scarf.

Kyoya gave a nod, watching him go. "Very well. Get some rest, Riku."

The younger man inclined his head in reply, the faintest glint of resolve in his eyes. Then he turned, walking through the quiet halls of the estate. Kuroka yawned against his shoulder, and the night beyond the windows stretched wide and waiting.

Tomorrow would not be an ordinary gathering. And deep down, everyone in that room already knew—the world itself was about to shift.

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Nagae Estate – Front Door

August 1, 2021 – Sunday – 8:30 A.M.

Third POV

Morning sunlight spilled across the entrance of the Nagae Estate, gilding the white stone steps and the ornate doors that stood wide open. The scent of tea and polished wood lingered in the air, a quiet calm before what promised to be a long, momentous day—the Gathering of the Celestial Families.

Everyone was ready. The estate's courtyard had been transformed into a small staging area, a line of attendants and retainers standing by as the limousine was supposed to arrive. But what stood out most was the group itself—the family and its closest allies, each dressed not as nobles or dignitaries, but as their truest selves.

Rinko, Miyu, Eli, and Rei wore their stage costumes, the same ones they'd used under blinding lights and roaring crowds. The shimmer of sequins and the colors of their outfits reflected confidence rather than vanity—living proof that they had carved their own place in the world.

Tina stood slightly apart, checking the strap of her dark teal sleeveless combat dress. The outfit was sleek and minimal, paired with her sniper rifle slung across her shoulder—less a weapon, more an extension of her instinct. She wasn't performing today; she was guarding.

Mafuyu's appearance was a contrast—elegant and subdued. Her dark grey stylized school uniform carried an almost gothic poise: sleeves fading into black with frilled edges, a collar lined in silver-grey, and a butterfly ribbon of black and blue tied neatly at her throat. The gold charm on her choker caught the light as she moved. Her skirt was long, layered with translucent fabric that flowed behind her like mist, and her heeled shoes clicked faintly against the stone.

Rongrong, vibrant as ever, wore a custom pink dress tailored by her clan's best artisans. The design balanced beauty and motion—light enough for battle, regal enough for ceremony. The embroidery glinted faintly with soul energy woven into the threads.

Kuroka stood near Riku, her usual playful smirk softened by sentiment. She wore her mother's kimono—restored and refined by Alice's hand. The fabric carried faint traces of old enchantments, protective and maternal. For once, she seemed more like a guardian spirit than a mischievous cat.

Aya and Hatate were absent, as both of them were summoned earlier by Megumu. The Tengu, after all, had been officially contracted as guards for the event—a show of unity between clans.

Kyoya emerged from the entrance last. His attire was immaculate: a dark maroon dress shirt beneath a white suit and tie, crisp white trousers, and polished black shoes. The contrast of colors made his presence regal, commanding yet calm.

And Riku—true to his word—was dressed in his OG performance gear. Gone were the scarf and hat that once defined his stage persona. Today wasn't about the idol known to the world; it was about the man stepping forward as both Nagae heir and symbol of change. There was something unspoken in the way he stood—lighter, freer.

Kyoya checked his watch. The silver hands gleamed. 8:30 A.M.

"Hm." His tone was mild but edged with concern. "Now we're in quite a pickle. The limousine should've arrived by now."

As if on cue, the main gate slid open and Eiji approached briskly, his expression professional, but his steps urgent.

"Oyakata-sama," he began, bowing slightly. "It seems the limousine meant to pick you up has been destroyed."

A flicker of silence cut through the group.

"Destroyed?" Kyoya repeated evenly.

Eiji nodded. "Yes. From the signal residue, it was attacked—and the source traces back to the Branch Family."

A sharp sigh escaped Riku. "The bastards aren't even hiding it anymore. Guess they're getting desperate."

Eiji continued, his composure steady. "Additionally, I received a message from Yukari-sama. The Palace Gate is currently sealed by a magic barrier. It will only open if a member of the Celestial Families uses their power on it. She also... had a rather specific instruction."

He paused briefly, then added dryly, "Her words, not mine—'Make your arrival as flashy as possible.' Then she hung up."

That pulled a rare chuckle from both Kyoya and Riku.

"Flashy, huh?" Kyoya murmured, amusement flickering in his tone. "That sounds like Yukari."

Kuroka's tail flicked once, eyes glinting with curiosity. "Flashy sounds fun. Riku, got any ideas?"

Riku tilted his head, thinking. Then a slow grin spread across his face. "Actually... yeah. Give me a second."

Before anyone could question him, nine Spirit Rings ignited around Riku—each one pulsing with power. Four shone black as the void; the other five blazed crimson red, their light warping the air. The ground beneath him hummed with energy as a bluish-white radiance began to rise from his body.

The light grew brighter—dazzling, almost holy—forcing everyone to shield their eyes. The air vibrated with divine pressure, a resonance like thunder echoing across dimensions.

Then the brilliance faded.

Where Riku once stood, a massive creature now towered before them. A dragon—pure white, its scales glimmering like tempered ice, eyes a piercing blue that burned with intelligence. Two golden horns curved from its head, and from its back unfurled wings of silvery feathers that reflected the morning sun.

Rinko gasped, the sound barely escaping her lips. Kuroka's eyes widened, her voice trembling in disbelief. "R-Riku... is that you?"

The dragon turned its great head toward her, voice deep yet unmistakably familiar. "Yeah. It's me."

"Riku," Rongrong whispered, awe-struck, "is that your Martial Soul's true body?"

The dragon nodded slowly. "You could say that. Albion and I worked on this when I was training at the Moriya Shrine. My seventh Spirit Ring lets me take two forms—the humanoid one you saw at Hakugyokurou last week, and this." His wings flared, scattering motes of light. "I call it Heavenly Dividing True Body: Mode Albion. And from what Albion told me, my seventh ring has four Spirit Skills."

Rongrong's eyes widened in amazement. "Four abilities from a single ring... that's impossible. Spirit theory says each ring only grants one or two skills."

Riku—Albion—let out a rumbling chuckle that carried warmth despite the power it implied. "Guess I never cared much for limits."

Rinko finally found her voice. "That's... cool and all, but why show us now?"

The dragon's wings lowered slightly as his gaze softened. "Because you're all coming with me. Yukari-san said to make a flashy entrance, right? Well..." He tilted his head toward his back. "...this is about as flashy as it gets."

Kyoya's chuckle was quiet but approving. "Impressive idea. Very well. Girls, let's do as Riku suggests." He turned toward Kuroka. "Kuroka-kun, could you set a barrier? I'd rather not have our clothes whipped to pieces by the wind."

"Leave it to me~," Kuroka purred, forming a violet magic circle with a flick of her tail. Energy rippled out, forming a shimmering dome that enveloped the group like a soft veil.

One by one, Kyoya helped the girls climb onto the dragon's back. Rinko was hesitant at first, gripping one of the ridges along his scales, but the warmth beneath her hands eased her nerves. Rongrong followed, setting her balance with practiced agility. Tina checked the safety of her rifle, then nodded to Miyu before hopping up.

When everyone was seated, Kuroka landed lightly behind them, the barrier tightening around the group.

"All set!" she called.

Riku stretched his wings once, their span blotting out the morning sun. The wind roared as power gathered beneath him.

"Hold on," his voice echoed through the barrier, smooth but carrying that familiar grin.

And with a single thunderous flap, the ground vanished beneath them.

The Nagae Estate shrank rapidly from view as they ascended into the clear blue sky. The city below was already stirring—crowds moving, lights flashing—but all eyes that looked upward would see only one thing:

A radiant white dragon soaring across Tokyo's skyline, carrying the Nagae Family toward the Imperial Palace in a blaze of divine light.

It was exactly the kind of entrance Yukari had asked for—flashy, defiant, unforgettable.

Imperial Palace – Front Gate

9:00 A.M.

Third POV

The front gates of the Imperial Palace were almost invisible behind the sea of people pressing against the barricades. Thousands had gathered, drawn by the promise of witnessing something no living soul had seen in centuries—the Gathering of the Celestial Families, broadcast live across Japan.

Excitement and curiosity rippled through the crowd like static. News vans lined the palace's outer plaza, their dishes angled toward the sky, reporters standing ready with crisp suits and bright smiles. The air was thick with chatter, the hum of camera drones, and the restless shuffling of feet.

The media had been summoned here by Yakumo Yukari herself. Her message had been simple, and deeply cryptic: "This gathering will change how you see Japan—and yourselves." No one knew what she meant. They were about to find out.

Among the press stood a young woman in a sharp blue suit, her brown hair cut short and neat. She held a microphone with practiced poise, the studio lights from her camera team glinting off her press badge.

"We are here live at the Imperial Palace," she began, her voice calm but edged with anticipation, "where the historic Gathering of the Celestial Families is set to begin within the hour. I'm Akasaki Mio, reporting for TV Tokyo. Stay tuned as we await their arrival."

The camera light blinked red. Mio's words echoed across televisions and streams throughout Japan. But as she turned toward the gates, something unexpected happened.

A ripple tore through the air itself.

The crowd gasped as a violet slit appeared midair, expanding outward like a wound in reality. The air around it shimmered, warping light and sound. From within that swirling gap stepped a woman dressed in elegance—a long lavender dress, golden eyes calm beneath a lace-trimmed parasol.

Yakumo Yukari.

Behind her walked Yakumo Ran, her nine tails fanned out in full view, golden fur catching the morning light. Chen followed close, ears perked and tails swishing playfully.

The spectators froze, unsure whether to scream or applaud. The portal behind them sealed with a quiet hiss, as though reality itself exhaled. For a brief moment, the entire plaza fell silent.

Then the shouting began.

People pushed forward, smartphones raised. Reporters surged toward Yukari, shouting questions over one another. Mio saw her chance and stepped forward, microphone extended.

"Yakumo-sama! How did you arrive so quickly? Was that... CGI?" she asked, her tone wavering between awe and disbelief.

Yukari's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "CGI? My dear, that was very real. I can traverse through gaps—between any two points I wish." She tilted her parasol, eyes gleaming with amusement. "If you must put it simply... it's magic."

The crowd erupted in disbelief. Some laughed nervously. Others stared, wide-eyed, as if trying to reconcile the word magic with the world they knew. But Yukari didn't give them time to doubt her.

She reached into her fan and drew out a crimson spell card. The air around her pulsed with energy.

"Boundary Sign—Grand Demon Fist."

A massive glyph bloomed in the air behind her, its violet light deepening into black. The ground trembled. Then, from the glowing sigil, a colossal demonic arm burst forth, its fist striking the palace gates with a thunderous boom. The ancient gates responded, glowing faintly as their seals recognized her power. Slowly, they creaked open, revealing the path beyond.

Yukari turned back briefly, smiling faintly at the stunned audience before stepping inside. Ran and Chen followed, the gates closing with a heavy, final thud.

For a heartbeat, no one spoke. Then chaos broke loose. Questions flew through the air like sparks—shouted theories, frantic analysis, wild speculations about what they had just witnessed. Cameras whirred, capturing every second.

And then, the light dimmed.

A shadow swept over the plaza, vast and fast-moving. People looked up. Gasps spread like fire as a giant black raven descended from the clouds, three legs stretching out beneath its colossal wings. The bird's caw shook the air, commanding space for its landing.

The crowd scattered back as the raven touched down before the gates, feathers glinting like obsidian. On its back rode three figures—Komeiji Satori and Komeiji Koishi, their third eyes glowing softly, accompanied by Kaenbyou Rin and the raven herself, Reiuji Utsuho.

As the bird folded its wings, light shimmered around it. Feathers melted into skin, talons into hands. Utsuho emerged in her human form, stretching with a relieved sigh, her long wings still twitching faintly at her back.

Mio could hardly believe what she was seeing. "The Komeiji Family... they arrived on a bird?!" she whispered to her cameraman, who could only nod dumbly.

Before the reporters could swarm again, the group reached the sealed gate. Satori raised a hand, ready to summon her power—but Koishi stepped forward with a grin.

"Onee-chan, let me," Koishi said brightly, her tone innocent but her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Satori hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly. "Very well. But don't go overboard."

Koishi plucked a violet spell card from her sleeve and held it between her fingers like a charm. The card glowed faintly as she whispered the words.

"Instinct—Release of the Id!"

Magic surged outward. Heart-shaped projectiles—pink and blue—spiraled from her outstretched hands, spinning wildly toward the sealed gate. The bullets shimmered midair, erratic and beautiful. Then Koishi snapped her fingers.

The hearts exploded in bursts of color, and the crowd flinched from the shockwave. The palace gate glowed again, as if recognizing the psychic pulse behind her attack. Slowly, it began to open once more.

Koishi turned to her sister with a triumphant grin. Satori just shook her head, amused despite herself.

"Show-off," she murmured.

The Komeiji Family stepped forward—Satori first, calm and composed; Koishi following with a bounce in her step; Utsuho and Rin close behind. As they disappeared through the gate, the doors closed once again, their heavy echo rolling across the plaza.

The crowd was left speechless.

In less than ten minutes, they had witnessed portals, spell cards, and transformations straight out of myth—and yet, it had all unfolded before their very eyes.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

The shout split through the air like a whip. Heads turned skyward as two figures cut through the clouds—one with flowing raven hair, the other with golden locks streaming behind her. The people below barely had time to process what they were seeing before the pair descended in a blur of color and wind.

Hakurei Reimu and Kirisame Marisa had arrived.

The crowd parted instinctively as Reimu landed, her red and white shrine maiden robes fluttering from the rush of air. Beside her, Marisa touched down on her broom with practiced ease, grinning at the stunned spectators.

"Well, looks like we've got ourselves an audience, ze~," Marisa drawled, brushing a bit of dust off her hat.

Reimu didn't even glance her way. Her expression was sharp, irritation flickering in her eyes. "Ignore them. I'm not in the mood." Her voice dropped, carrying a darker edge. "If that damn gap hag's little 'show' causes trouble, I'll put her head on a pike myself."

Marisa flinched. "Eheh... remind me not to piss you off before breakfast."

Ignoring her companion, Reimu approached the gate. Her gohei shimmered faintly in her grip as she drew out a black spell card. Without a word, she leapt upward, the card glowing in her hand.

"Dream Sign: Fantasy Seal!"

Eight radiant Yin-Yang Orbs materialized, orbiting her like a constellation. With a single thrust of her gohei, the orbs shot forward, slamming into the gate in precise, rhythmic bursts. The entire barrier pulsed with power, ancient runes flaring to life as it acknowledged her spell.

A soft hum filled the air. Then, with a resounding clack, the massive gate began to open.

Reimu landed lightly on the ground, her robes settling around her as she glanced over her shoulder. "Come on."

Marisa swung a leg over her broom again, smirking. "After you, oh mighty shrine maiden."

Both women took off, soaring past the threshold as the gates closed behind them with a deep, echoing boom.

The spectators stood frozen. Moments ago, they were ordinary citizens watching a live broadcast. Now, they had witnessed divine power—magic that had once been the stuff of folklore, now undeniable before their eyes. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, disbelief giving way to awe.

Then, without warning, the temperature dropped.

A biting chill spread through the plaza. The air thickened, white mist curling around ankles and seeping across the stones. People hugged themselves, shivering as frost began to form along the rails.

"W-what's happening...?" a voice quavered.

The question was answered by the sound of soft, deliberate footsteps.

From the veil of fog emerged two figures—the first, a woman with eyes as pale as moonlight and an ethereal calm that silenced even the loudest reporter. Her gown shimmered faintly, and small, will-o'-the-wisp-like phantoms danced lazily around her. Saigyouji Yuyuko had arrived, her beauty carrying an unearthly, melancholic grace.

Behind her walked Konpaku Youmu, her half-phantom form drifting silently beside her, twin blades—Roukanken and Hakurouken—secured at her waist. Her hand brushed one hilt, ever vigilant, though her eyes softened when they fell on her mistress.

No one dared speak. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

Yuyuko smiled faintly, raising a single black spell card. "Cherry Blossom Sign: Perfect Ink-Blank Cherry Blossom – Bloom."

The phantoms began to circle faster, swirling into a graceful dance. Behind Yuyuko, a fan-shaped gate of spiritual energy bloomed open, glowing faintly with pink and silver hues. From within, countless transparent bullets emerged—gentle at first, like falling petals, then sharper, cascading in radiant columns of flower-shaped energy.

Twice the pattern repeated, filling the air with an otherworldly shimmer. The Imperial gate resonated once more, responding to Yuyuko's spell. Slowly, it opened before her.

"Ufufufufu~ Youmu, let's go," Yuyuko said cheerfully, her tone as light as her steps.

"Yes, Yuyuko-sama."

The two spirits passed through, the phantoms drifting after them before dissolving into mist. The gate closed again, sealing with a deep thud that echoed through the cold air.

The mist dissipated. But before the crowd could exhale, a new presence stirred the atmosphere.

A crimson sliding door materialized before the gate, glowing faintly with divine energy. It opened without a sound, and from within emerged a woman seated in a wheelchair—her golden hair framed by a dignified hat, her gaze sharp and confident. Matara Okina.

Flanking her were two girls, moving in sync as if guided by invisible rhythm.

The first had light ginger hair tied with neat side locks, her magenta dress adorned with black cuffs and yellow lace. The second, with short green hair and calm pea-colored eyes, wore a deep green counterpart to her companion's attire, detailed with rose lace and soft yellow bows.

They were Nishida Satono and Teireida Mai—Okina's attendants. To the public, they were known as rising idols, celebrated for their mesmerizing dances. But here, before the Imperial Palace, they were divine retainers serving the Goddess of the Hidden Door.

Okina's smile widened as she surveyed the towering gates. "Hmph. How dramatic of her," she murmured, glancing briefly toward where Yukari's gap had once been. "All that flash and ceremony... when a true god needs no spectacle."

Without raising a hand, she let her magic unfold. The air rippled, heavy with unseen pressure, and the gates groaned before swinging open of their own accord.

"I don't need spell cards," Okina said, voice smooth and faintly amused. "My magic alone is enough. You'll have to try harder than that, Yukari."

"Satono."

"Yes, Okina-sama."

Satono moved forward, hands firm on the wheelchair handles as she began to push. Mai followed a step behind, her movements measured, eyes alert.

Reporters and civilians alike fell into uneasy silence as the trio glided past. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every detail—the unflinching calm on Okina's face, the elegance in Satono's posture, the almost choreographed precision of Mai's stride.

As they crossed the threshold, the crimson door behind them dissolved into petals of light, scattering like embers.

The gate closed once again.

For a moment, the world felt suspended—caught between myth and modernity, the divine and the mundane.

The murmuring crowd had barely recovered from Okina's overwhelming presence when the air changed again—this time, soft, weightless, yet carrying an unmistakable authority. A faint glow shimmered in the morning light, almost like moonlight had slipped through the clouds to grace the earth.

Then they appeared.

At the center of the formation walked Houraisan Kaguya, the exiled princess of the moon herself, her bearing as graceful as the legends told. Her long black hair flowed behind her in gentle waves, catching the light with each step. To her right was Yagokoro Eirin, calm and composed, every inch the scholar and warrior she was famed to be. Her silver hair and sharp eyes reflected an unshakable sense of wisdom born from centuries of experience.

To Kaguya's left walked the Watatsuki sisters—a sight so rarely seen on Earth that even the reporters hesitated to breathe.

The elder, Watatsuki no Toyohime, wore a regal dark violet dress over a white blouse, a gold mirror-shaped buckle gleaming at her waist. Her golden eyes carried a serene confidence, the quiet power of someone who commanded the tides themselves.

Beside her, the younger sister, Watatsuki no Yorihime, looked every bit her counterpart—a warrior draped in deep red and white, her sword-shaped buckle a silent emblem of divine authority. Her violet hair was tied neatly with a yellow ribbon, her stance exuding the calm readiness of a seasoned commander.

Together, they were the Lunarians—beings once worshipped as gods, now walking among mortals. Cameras flashed wildly, yet none could capture the stillness, the perfection, that radiated from them.

When they reached the great gate of the Imperial Palace, Eirin stepped forward. "Kaguya-sama, allow me—"

Kaguya lifted a hand, her eyes glinting with faint amusement. "No, Eirin. It's been far too long since I've stretched my power and my match with Riku wasn't enough. And besides, I want to use a new spell that I just made."

From her sleeve, she withdrew a crimson spell card. As she raised her left hand, a bow of shimmering red light appeared, strung with energy. In her right hand, two radiant feathers materialized, glowing like embers about to ignite.

Eirin's eyes widened slightly. "Kaguya-sama... those feathers—don't tell me—"

But Kaguya only smiled, her focus unbroken.

"Truly Impossible Request: Split Body of the Phoenix!"

She released the feathers. They flew in twin streaks of light and struck the gate. The instant they made contact, they burst into an explosion of crimson flame. Dozens of small, circular bullets of energy spiraled out from the blast, homing in on the gate's wards with precision.

The seal shimmered, then gave way—its ancient mechanisms recognizing the power it once knew. Slowly, the gate parted.

Kaguya brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, the corners of her lips curving upward. "Yes, Eirin. You were right. Those feathers were Mokou's. I plucked them myself." She tilted her head playfully. "Do keep that between us."

Eirin pinched the bridge of her nose, suppressing a sigh. "Kaguya-sama, if Mokou ever discovers this, she'll do far worse than argue with you."

Yorihime crossed her arms, voice sharp but tempered with respect. "That was reckless, even for you. You risk too much for theatrics."

"Come now, Yorihime," Toyohime said softly, her smile bright and knowing. "At least our princess hasn't been burned to ash yet."

Kaguya chuckled, unbothered by their scolding. "You worry too much. Now then, ladies—shall we? We're losing daylight."

Eirin gave a quiet nod. The four Lunarians stepped through the grand gate, their silhouettes framed by the light as it slowly closed behind them.

The onlookers exhaled in awe. The moon's royalty had descended, and the Earth itself seemed to tremble with quiet reverence.

But the spectacle wasn't over.

From the edge of the plaza, a soft hum resonated—a calm, rhythmic vibration that pulsed like a heartbeat. It wasn't the cold, divine presence of the Lunarians, nor the heavy authority of gods. It was something gentler, warmer—spiritual, yet profoundly human.

Through the parting crowd came Hijiri Byakuren, the monk who had long preached equality between humans and youkai alike. Her purple hair framed her calm face, her eyes shining with serene compassion. She walked barefoot upon the stone, her simple yet elegant robes moving like ripples in still water.

Beside her strode Toramaru Shou, her disciple and the avatar of Bishamonten. The woman's tiger-striped hair caught the light, her golden eyes burning with quiet faith. The jeweled pagoda of Bishamonten glimmered faintly in her hand, while a large spear rested easily in her other.

"Byakuren-sama," Shou murmured softly. "Shall I handle it?"

Byakuren shook her head gently. "No need, Shou. The gate does not yield to force. It opens to understanding."

As she approached, she placed a hand against the massive wooden doors. The air trembled faintly, responding to her presence. Then, without warning, a white aura enveloped her entire body. Her robes fluttered as her spiritual energy surged, radiating a purity that even those without sight for magic could feel.

"Shou," she said quietly, "step back."

Her disciple obeyed instantly.

Byakuren closed her eyes. Her expression softened into a faint smile—one of peace, not defiance. Then she drew her hand back, clenched her fist, and drove it forward with the force of absolute faith.

Thud.

The impact reverberated through the air, a shockwave rippling across the plaza. The ground trembled beneath her bare feet. The gate pulsed once, light running along its surface like veins of silver. Then, with a deep, resonant groan, it opened.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

A nun had just punched open the Imperial Palace gate.

Byakuren exhaled softly, lowering her hand. "Even barriers yield when the heart is true," she murmured. Her smile was radiant yet humble, her tone not of pride, but understanding.

Shou stepped forward again, looking half impressed, half concerned. "You really don't do anything halfway, do you?"

"Only what must be done," Byakuren said, glancing toward her. "Come, Shou. The others await."

Together, the two women crossed the threshold, the gate closing gently behind them.

The silence that followed was heavy—part awe, part disbelief. Every arrival had shattered a layer of what the people thought possible. Gods, spirits, saints—all of them walking openly beneath the morning sun.

And still, more remained to come.

Nine Celestial Families had already entered the Imperial Palace. Only three remained. The air at the gate hung heavy with expectation—until the ground trembled faintly. Rhythmic, deliberate thuds echoed through the plaza. People turned toward the source, and their breath caught at the sight of three figures approaching.

At the front was Ibuki Suika, gourd dragging lazily across the marble path, cheeks flushed red with drink. Every few steps, she hiccupped and giggled, her short frame somehow exuding a raw, ancient strength. Beside her walked Hoshiguma Yuugi—taller, broad-shouldered, her golden hair cascading down her back like a lion's mane. The pair made no effort to hide their horns, and that alone sent ripples of unease through the crowd. Few mortals ever stood before a true oni and kept steady.

But at their center was a woman whose presence steadied the chaos. She moved with quiet dignity, her crimson eyes calm yet unreadable. Her pink hair, tied into neat buns, caught the late sunlight. Her right arm was bound tightly in bandages that faintly leaked black smoke, pulsing with restrained power. She wore a white top beneath a maroon tabard embroidered with thorny vines and a rose-shaped ornament at her collar. A single shackle clinked faintly on her left wrist as she walked.

This was Ibaraki Kasen, head of the Ibaraki Dōjō in Kyushu, one of the Seven Sages, and a respected member of the Celestial Families.

When the trio reached the front gate, Suika stepped forward, cracking her knuckles with a mischievous grin. "Heh, I'll open it like that nun did," she said, raising her fist.

Before the punch could land, Kasen tugged sharply on the chain connected to Suika's leg. The drunk oni yelped, stumbling back as Kasen gave her a cool look. "I'll handle this," she said simply.

Suika shrugged, scratching her head in defeat while Yuugi chuckled under her breath.

Kasen approached the gate, pulling a crimson spell card from her sleeve. A deep red glow enveloped her, humming like a heartbeat. A sword formed in her hand—its blade a jagged fusion of countless floating metal shards, each vibrating with divine energy.

Her expression hardened. "Anti–Big Four Arcanum: Destruction in Three Steps!"

Her body began to grow, towering higher and higher until her shadow engulfed the courtyard. Gasps rippled through the onlookers as her presence pressed down like a storm. Yuugi and Suika immediately raised a protective barrier around the spectators, shimmering gold and violet, to contain the surge.

Kasen lifted her sword. Hundreds of magenta and crimson orbs spiraled around her, pulsing in rhythm with her movements. With a single sweep of her massive blade, she unleashed them all. The bullets streaked across the air, detonating one after another against the sealed gate. The earth quaked, and then—light flared, pure and resonant.

Recognizing her magic, the ancient gate responded. Its massive locks disengaged, and the doors parted with a low, reverberating groan.

Kasen's form shrank back to her normal height. She let out a steady exhale, brushing a strand of hair from her face before bowing deeply to the shaken crowd. "My sincerest apologies for the disturbance," she said, her voice calm and genuine.

Suika waved her hand lazily. "You're fine, Kasen. No harm done."

Yuugi smirked, resting her weapon over her shoulder. "Don't worry, we already threw up a barrier before you swung. No one's hurt."

Kasen's shoulders eased at that. "I see. Then let's not linger. The others must be waiting."

The three oni turned and stepped through the open gate, their silhouettes fading into the glowing halls of the palace as the doors closed behind them with a heavy thud.

The murmurs of the crowd barely had time to settle when another disturbance rippled through the air—this time from above. Shadows swelled across the ground. People looked up just as a colossal object descended rapidly from the clouds.

"Take cover!" someone shouted.

The onlookers scattered as the massive shape plummeted, crashing into the courtyard with an ear-splitting roar. Dust exploded outward in waves, shaking the marble tiles beneath their feet. When the air finally cleared, a huge keystone lay embedded in the ground, its surface glowing faintly from the fall.

Standing atop it were two figures.

One was a tall man, mid-forties, his short bright blue hair and piercing red eyes impossible to mistake. His navy suit and tie were pristine despite the impact. He was Hinanawi Genji, head of the Hinanawi Family and Japan's Minister of Education.

Beside him stood a younger man holding a blazing orange sword—the Sword of Hisou—its crimson aura flickering along the blade. His stance was relaxed but precise, his expression calm. He was Aichi, Genji's son.

Genji met his son's gaze, and with one silent nod, Aichi stepped forward.

He withdrew a black spell card from his coat. The keystone beneath them pulsed in resonance. Genji leapt clear as Aichi raised his sword, fire igniting along the blade's edge.

"Hisou: Keystone Homerun!"

In one sweeping motion, Aichi cleaved the stone in two. Flames wrapped around the fragments as he swung again, sending both halves hurtling toward the gate like meteors. The impact erupted in a brilliant inferno, scattering sparks and embers across the courtyard.

The magic within the gate recognized the signature of the Hinanawi line. The locks released, and the doors opened once more, glowing faintly orange from the lingering heat.

Aichi exhaled softly and sheathed his sword. His father gave a small, approving nod—wordless but proud. The younger man returned it with quiet respect.

Turning toward the stunned onlookers, both men offered polite waves before walking toward the palace interior. The flames died down behind them, leaving only faint trails of smoke curling against the twilight.

Now, with the Hinanawi's arrival complete, only one family remained. All eyes turned toward the horizon, waiting for the final house—the Nagae—to make their entrance.

High above the clouds, the sky was serene, painted in fading shades of gold as the sun descended. Suspended in that calm vastness hovered a colossal dragon, its body glimmering like sculpted ivory. Feathers gleamed in the light, and its sapphire eyes scanned the world below with quiet authority. This was Riku, in his White Dragon Form. Around him floated a small formation—his grandfather Kyoya, Kuroka, Tina, Mafuyu, and his five lovers—all drifting upon the winds, overlooking the Imperial Palace beneath them.

From their vantage point, they watched as the other Celestial Families arrived one after another, each display of power more extravagant than the last.

Riku's gaze narrowed slightly. "Grandfather, I noticed the Kicchou family isn't among them. Is there a reason behind that?"

Kyoya's deep voice rumbled in response, the wind barely carrying it. "The Kicchou officially stepped down from the Celestial Families seven months ago. A unanimous vote decided the Watatsuki would replace them."

Riku hummed thoughtfully. "Makes sense. The Watatsuki have military heritage. Strategic move, honestly."

Rei, hovering near his right wing, tilted her head. "Are we heading down there now?"

Riku paused, eyes flicking toward the stormless horizon. Something sparked in his mind—mischievous, almost theatrical. "Actually... Grandfather, can you form a thunderstorm over the palace?"

Kyoya blinked, then smirked knowingly. "You're planning a dramatic entrance."

"Maybe," Riku said, grin forming. "But people remember what strikes awe."

Kyoya chuckled under his breath. "Understood." His aura began to glow a dark violet, spreading out in rings that distorted the air. Within moments, thunderheads began to coil across the once-clear sky, lightning crawling like veins through the forming clouds.

Below them, the city darkened.

Riku's wings stretched wide, catching the electric light. "Much better. Let's descend."

His massive form tilted downward, and the air screamed as he cut through it. Lightning trailed him like ribbons of divine fury.

On the ground, near the Imperial Palace, the crowd stirred in confusion. Reporters and citizens shaded their eyes, staring at the darkened heavens.

"Wasn't the forecast clear for today?" a cameraman muttered, tightening his grip on his tripod.

"Yeah," another replied. "Then why are thunderclouds—"

A deafening crack split the sky. The ground trembled. The clouds churned violently, and a shadow began to form within the storm's heart.

The first bolt struck near the palace, close enough to send a jolt through the air—but no one was harmed. The electricity danced harmlessly through the ground, as though the lightning itself was aware of its limits. Then, from within the churning clouds, something vast began to emerge.

Gasps erupted through the crowd.

Descending with slow, deliberate grace was a colossal white dragon, its scales glistening in divine brilliance. Each flap of its wings rippled the clouds apart, the force of its presence bending the air itself. Lightning curved around its body as though worshiping it.

When it roared, the heavens answered.

The people below instinctively stepped back, awe and fear mixing in equal measure. No creature of legend had ever been seen by human eyes—until now.

The dragon lowered itself toward the front gate of the Imperial Palace, its claws sinking gently into the marble courtyard. Dust swirled, thunder rumbled, and for a moment, the world stood still.

Reporters froze, their cameras trembling in their hands. Every lens focused on the dragon's luminous eyes.

Then, with a rustle of wings, the great beast bent low, allowing several figures to step down from its back.

Leading the descent was Kyoya Nagae, his presence commanding as ever, the patriarch of the Nagae Family. With him were Tina Alexeyev, the ten-year-old sniping prodigy whose reputation echoed across Europe; Tojou Kuroka, the bewitching Nekoshou from another world; and Nagae Mafuyu, once known as Asahina Mafuyu, now fully recognized as part of the Nagae line.

Following close behind were Ning Rongrong, heiress to China's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Shirokane Rinko of Roselia, Wakana Rei of Raise A Suilen, Sakurada Miyu of Lyrical Lily, and Ayase Eli of μ's. The gathered crowd murmured in disbelief—four of Japan's most famous musicians and idols, plus a foreign heiress, all descending with the Nagae Family.

Every news outlet present was already preparing headlines.

And then, before the cameras' flashing could overwhelm the scene, the dragon began to glow. Its body was swallowed in brilliant white light, feathers scattering like snow. The glow condensed—shrinking, reshaping, until only a human figure stood where the dragon had been.

When the light faded, there stood Nagae Riku.

The crowd erupted in astonished murmurs. Some fell silent entirely. To see one of the Celestial heirs embody the divine power of myth—there was no greater display of supremacy.

Riku ignored the chaos for the moment, stepping toward the sealed gate. His eyes traced the faint inscriptions glowing across the metal surface. "So this is the seal Yukari-san mentioned..." His lips curved faintly. "Mafuyu, would you do the honors?"

Mafuyu blinked, her expression betraying rare hesitation. "You want me to open it?"

Riku turned to her with a small, patient smile. "To be recognized by the royal family," he said softly. "You deserve that right."

Kyoya nodded beside him. "Use your spell card, Mafuyu. Let them know who you are."

The young woman fell silent for a moment, then finally reached into her pocket. From it, she drew a yellow spell card, its surface etched with lightning motifs. As it began to shine, a long, elegant bow materialized in her left hand. In her right—a single, gleaming arrow.

She exhaled slowly and raised her bow in the posture of a master archer. The moment her fingers pulled the bowstring, the wind began to howl. Lightning flickered around her like a halo, the energy spiraling upward as if called by her will alone.

Her focus never wavered.

"Thunder Sign: Lightning Sonic"

The arrow flew.

A streak of yellow light tore through the air, so fast it left afterimages in its wake. The ground trembled beneath its path, cracks following like veins of power. When it struck the center of the gate, the entire structure glowed violently, runes lighting up one by one. Bolts of lightning arced outward, wrapping the gate in a corona of golden energy—then, with a deep rumble, it opened.

The air filled with the smell of ozone and reverence.

Riku looked at Mafuyu, his expression softening. "Impressive. That's your original spell, isn't it?"

Mafuyu nodded lightly. "Yes... It's the first one I created. A spell that defines me."

Riku's smile widened with quiet pride. Kyoya gave an approving nod. "You've done well."

He then straightened, turning toward the rest of their group. "Now then—let's head inside. Kuroka-kun, watch our flank."

"Roger that, nya~," Kuroka replied playfully, stretching as she fell behind the others.

As the group started toward the palace entrance, the spell's fading light danced across their faces. The reporters, now recovering from their initial shock, began shouting over one another—questions flying in rapid succession.

"Riku-sama! Is it true that Roselia and μ's are aligned with the Nagae Family now?"

"Why are the Celestial heirs accompanied by idol groups?"

"Is this a merger between art and power—?"

Riku raised a hand, his voice calm but firm. "Everything will be explained once the gathering begins." His tone carried enough authority to still the crowd. "A representative from the Royal Family will select a few news teams to enter and broadcast the meeting. Until then, please remain patient."

The reporters quieted. His composure, combined with that disarming smile, had an oddly reassuring weight to it. Cameras continued to flash, yet none dared to step forward.

Kyoya, already moving past the threshold, gave a knowing chuckle. "You've learned to handle the public quite well, Riku."

Riku shrugged faintly. "Someone has to make the chaos look composed."

Kuroka laughed under her breath. "He learned from the best, nya."

The group crossed through the great gate as it closed behind them with a resonant boom. Outside, the reporters and citizens remained frozen, half in awe, half in disbelief—each trying to process what they had just witnessed.

Above, the storm began to calm. The thunder quieted, and the clouds parted just enough for a shaft of sunlight to pierce through, illuminating the massive palace gates like a benediction.

Within that glow, the insignia of the Nagae Family shimmered faintly across the surface—acknowledged at last among the Celestial Families.

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Imperial Palace – 9:45 A.M.

Riku's POV

The weight of the Imperial Palace's grandeur pressed upon everyone as we passed through the great doors. The air inside was cool, solemn—each polished tile and gilded column whispering centuries of power. The girls, except for Rongrong and Kuroka, instinctively huddled closer to me, their nervous eyes darting from the high ceilings to the imperial guards standing in still precision. It wasn't fear exactly, but awe mixed with unease. The kind that made you straighten your posture and mind your every breath.

"Girls, there's no need to be nervous," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Rinko's voice cracked through the air. "Easy for you to say! This is the Imperial Palace! How are we not supposed to be nervous!?"

I could only chuckle. Her honesty was disarming. Before I could reply, a familiar melodic voice echoed ahead.

"My my~ no need to be tense, Rinko-chan~"

We turned to see Yuyuko-san floating gracefully down the corridor, Youmu following closely behind. Her presence alone seemed to make the marble hall glow a little softer.

"Yuyuko-san, you're waiting for us here?" I asked.

She gave that trademark lilting laugh. "Ufufufufu~ you're half right, Riku-kun. I'm actually here for another matter. Tina-chan, Rinko-chan, Miyu-chan, Rei-chan, Eli-chan, and Rongrong-chan will follow Youmu to a separate room along with the others. As for Kyoya, Mafuyu-chan, and you, Riku-kun, you'll be coming with me to the gathering hall."

Youmu stepped forward, her hand resting on Roukanken's hilt as she gave a reassuring nod. "Don't worry about the branch family, Riku-kun. We'll protect the girls."

Kuroka tilted her head, her tail swishing lazily. "Then what about me, nya?"

Yuyuko-san turned toward her with that knowing smile. "You'll be coming with us. His Majesty has requested your presence personally. When he heard about another dimension, he couldn't stay idle. Don't misunderstand—he isn't trying to interrogate you. He simply wishes to hear the truth from your own words."

Kuroka's ears twitched as she sighed softly. "Alright. I'll comply... but I want to stay by Riku's side."

"That can be arranged," Yuyuko-san replied warmly, before glancing at Youmu. "Take the girls to the room. The meeting will start soon. And try to keep them away from Suika~"

Youmu's brow twitched at the last part, but she only bowed. "Hai, Yuyuko-sama. Come on, everyone, this way."

Rinko glanced over her shoulder at me before leaving with the others. I gave her a small nod—a silent promise that I'd be fine.

When they disappeared beyond the corridor, Yuyuko-san turned back to us, folding her fan. "Now then, shall we?"

We followed her through the palace's heart, our footsteps echoing in the vast stillness.

Imperial Palace – Gathering Hall

The gathering hall was immense, easily large enough to hold the heads of all Celestial Families and their attendants. The air was thick with energy—familiar auras mixing with new presences that carried the gravity of legend.

As I stepped in, Kasen-san approached with a calm smile. "It's been a while, Riku. Your close-combat skills still sharp?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I've been refining them—I had to adjust my fighting style a bit."

Her gaze shifted briefly to Mafuyu. "And you must be Mafuyu. I've read the reports about your... upbringing. I'm glad you're here. We're all comrades, so there's no need to be shy."

Mafuyu gave a small nod, quiet but steady.

"Riku, how have you been faring?" Byakuren-sama approached next, her serenity almost disarming.

"I've been doing fine, Byakuren-sama. And thank you for allowing Kuroka to accompany us for this meeting."

Byakuren-sama giggled softly. "Ufufufu~ think nothing of it. Kuroka insisted on coming back because she missed you far too much."

"B-Byakuren-sama!" Kuroka's face flushed, her tail bristling in embarrassment. "I told you not to say that in front of him!"

Byakuren merely chuckled.

Then a familiar teasing voice cut through the hall. "Yo, Riku! That was one hell of an entrance you pulled earlier. Since when can you turn into a dragon?"

Kaguya's smirk was playful, but the others around her—especially those unfamiliar with the concept of Sacred Gears—watched me with piqued interest.

"Well," I said, scratching my cheek, "my power's back in full now. I also got some help from Rongrong and the other Major Clans in China."

Kuroka nodded beside me. "That form was part of Riku's Balance Breaker evolution. A natural extension of his Sacred Gear."

A quiet murmur spread through the representatives as they digested the information. For most of them, Sacred Gears were still a mystery—a power outside their usual cosmic or spiritual domains.

Then a sudden thud echoed across the hall as the great doors opened.

A man stepped in wearing a crisp navy-blue suit and red tie, his presence immediately commanding. The sheer control of his magic pressure made everyone straighten. Behind him followed several media crews—the first time in history that cameras were allowed inside this sacred assembly. I caught a glimpse of a TV Tokyo logo on one of them and almost laughed internally. Minene-san was probably losing her mind behind the lens right now.

The man took his seat upon the Chrysanthemum Throne.

Emperor Naruhito.

Even with the vast distance between us, his calm authority filled the entire room. Every Celestial representative knelt or bowed in respect, including myself.

"It is good to see you all gathered here," the Emperor began, his tone measured yet resonant. "However, I must inform you that the Kicchou, Kurokoma, and Toutetsu families have officially stepped down from their positions within the your ranks. Their seats will henceforth be transferred to the Watatsuki family."

He turned toward Toyo-nee and Yori-nee, who knelt gracefully.

"Do the Watatsuki accept this role?"

"We gladly accept, Your Majesty," Yori-nee replied, voice steady as steel.

"We will not let you down," Toyo-nee added softly, her tone respectful yet unwavering.

"Good." The Emperor gave a small approving nod. "Now, you may have noticed the presence of cameras. The selected media were handpicked by me to ensure transparency and fairness. What happens here today will be broadcast nationwide."

A ripple of unease swept through the hall. The idea of the entire country witnessing this meeting was... monumental.

"Now then," the Emperor said, eyes narrowing slightly, "let us begin the roll call."

He called each family in turn—names heavy with legacy.

"Yakumo."

"I hear and obey, Your Majesty," Yukari-san said, bowing deeply.

"Saigyouji."

"I hear and obey," Yuyuko-san replied, her voice echoing like silk. The spirits around her bowed in unison.

"Houraisan."

"The Houraisan representative is present, Your Majesty," Kaguya said, lowering her head gracefully.

"Komeiji."

"I am here and obey," Satori-san said simply, her third eye faintly glowing.

"Hijiri."

Byakuren-sama knelt, hands joined in prayer. "I am here, Your Majesty."

"Ibaraki."

"Present, and ready to receive your word," Kasen-san answered, palms cupped together.

"Matara."

"Your will is my command," Okina-sama said from her wheelchair, the faintest smile gracing her lips.

"Hakurei."

"I am here, as you requested," Reimu said, bowing respectfully.

"Yagokoro."

"I am here, Your Majesty," Eirin-san said, her tone crisp and precise.

"Hinanawi."

"We, the Hinanawi, are present, Your Majesty," Aichi said confidently beside his father.

Finally, the Emperor's gaze turned to us.

"And lastly—Nagae."

I stepped forward with Grandfather and Mafuyu beside me. Every instinct told me to hold myself firm, not as a warrior or heir, but as one of Japan's guardians.

"The Nagae are here, Your Majesty," I said, bowing deeply. "We await only your command."

The Emperor's expression softened into something almost fatherly. "Very well. With all representatives accounted for, and the Watatsuki family newly appointed, let the meeting commence."

His voice rang like a bell, calm yet absolute. The room shifted from ceremony to purpose, the weight of history and expectation thickening the air. Cameras whirred softly as they began their live broadcast.

And in that moment, as our world revealed itself before the nation's eyes, I felt the line between myth and truth crumble.

The age of secrecy was over.

And none of us could predict what the world would look like after today.

To be continued...

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