'Something's wrong!'
'What about that Mr. Shen?'
'What about that detestable bastard who can control the Gray Tide?'
'Wasn't I... by him...'
As the corner of Yamaguchi Sora's eye swept over the slopes of Mount Fuji, he suddenly noticed the glint of a silver-gray metallic sheen.
More than half of Mount Fuji was covered by a silver-gray metal substance. It was the Gray Tide from his memory!
'Did I defeat him!?'
As Yamaguchi Sora was thinking this, he heard the head of the Asou Clan, who was kneeling before the Bone Throne, declare in a loud, fawning voice:
"Mr. Yamaguchi, you fought a valiant battle against the Demon and were victorious, paving the way for my god's descent and granting us a radiant future! On behalf of East Japan... no, on behalf of human civilization, I offer you my most profound respect! You are the god of humanity, the guiding star of civilization, the Savior, you are our everything! Long live Yamaguchi Sora!"
