Greetings fellow readers, MasterW here.
I bring a new chapter, and what I call the start of a new arc. Also clearing one of the running arc I had throughout the story.
Now, the two cameos at the end were just that, and they will not appear later in the story. I like to keep the story more.... World Level I guess.
Anyhow, that's all
Without any further to do, enjoy!
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(Kasumigaoka Utaha's POV)
Kasumigaoka Utaha watched as her editor, Machida Sonoko-san, sat across from her with the manuscript she had submitted a couple of days earlier held carefully in both hands.
It was the story inspired by her new muse, Yoshioka Akira-sensei.
Most of it was hearsay mixed with imagination, of course. Yet the core of the narrative remained rooted in everything she had managed to observe of the man.
Somehow, between classes, helping her cute junior with his visual novel project, and tolerating his persistent crush, she had found the time to finish a complete manuscript.
That crush had become something of a routine. The boy continued to show the most interest in her, even though her other two Kouhai had also developed feelings for him.
They had been quite jealous of the competition at first. Once she made it clear that while she found his affection cute, she held no romantic interest in him, they had relaxed. Their true challenge now was simply getting him to look their way instead.
Her own interests, after all, leaned toward the more… mature category.
The manuscript itself told the story of a mysterious teacher who arrived at a school, and of a student determined to uncover his secrets. In time, the student discovered that the man had been taken by a supernatural organization since childhood and trained as a child soldier, only to abandon that life in search of something ordinary.
Layered throughout was the complicated relationship that developed between the student and the teacher.
Utaha considered it rather oversold fantasy in places. Still, it read well. And some of it, she privately admitted, was wishful thinking on her part.
"So, how did it go?" she asked, taking a sip of the coffee she had ordered shortly before her editor arrived. "Did you like it?"
"Like it? It was really good, Shi-chan," Sonoko replied with a small smile. "I can't believe you managed to write something like this. It's quite a forbidden topic, you know. I've worked with stories about a young male student and an older female teacher before. But an older male teacher and a younger female student isn't something you see often, especially in romance."
"Right?" Utaha continued. "I thought about whether it would even be allowed. That's why I made sure to clarify throughout the story that she was eighteen. To keep it walking that thin line between legality and the forbidden."
"Quite so." Sonoko leaned forward a little. "I can tell it's well written. But the description of the teacher… it's as if he were a real person. So, Shi-chan, do you have something to clarify?"
"If you're asking whether I had someone as the inspiration for the male lead, then yes. He's actually a new teacher at my school"
Honesty had always been the foundation of their working relationship. Utaha tried to remain as truthful as possible. They had their occasional disagreements, but they were close enough to clear the air before anything damaged their professional partnership.
"Oh my. Let me guess… a handsome young teacher?"
Utaha nodded
"Oh, I see. Then you have the hots for your teacher, Shi-chan?"
"Although I find him quite attractive, I'm sure there are many other women aiming for him."
"Including you?"
Utaha's only reply was to take another quiet sip of her coffee.
"Hehe. Shi-chan has a crush on her handsome young teacher. It's okay, when I was in school, I had a crush on a teacher too. Which high school girl hasn't?"
Utaha decided to ignore that particular comment.
"But if you're truly not interested," Sonoko continued with a teasing lilt, "maybe you can introduce me to him sometime. We are both consenting adults so maybe we could work something out "
"You can't!"
"Ha, gotcha!"
They continued teasing each other for a while longer. Even so, it was already understood between them that the new manuscript would eventually become a published book.
Little did Kasumigaoka Utaha know that her story was far more accurate than she realized.
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(Third Person's POV)
The students of Chiba Jujutsu High had gathered near the main entrance, waiting.
The rest of the group had arrived after receiving the news in their chat-group. Yuria, Shigeo, Zaimozuka, Lala, Miko and Mai arrived after an hour the problem was announcent.
Now they've been waiting for a couple of hours for their Sensei
Some stood in small groups, others leaned against the walls or sat on the steps.
The atmosphere was tense with quiet curiosity. Word had already spread that their teacher had gone alone to confront the Zen'in Clan.
No one knew exactly what had happened, only that he had left with a cold expression and a long katana in hand.
Then the sound of steady footsteps echoed from the stairs leading up to the school grounds.
Yoshioka Akira appeared, ascending the steps at an unhurried pace.
His white hair was neat, his clothes completely free of dust or blood. There was not a single mark on him.
The moment the students spotted him, they immediately closed in.
"Sensei!"
"How did it go?"
"Are you hurt?"
"What happened with the Zen'in?!"
Akira raised a hand slightly, the small gesture enough to quiet the overlapping questions.
"I had a thorough conversation with the Zen'in Clan," he said calmly. "They will no longer be a problem"
The simplicity of the statement left several students exchanging uncertain glances. Saeko stepped forward, her expression serious yet clearly relieved.
"Thank you, Sensei"
Akira met her gaze without change in expression.
"It is only natural for a teacher to defend his students."
Before anyone else could speak, Hana moved a little closer, her hands clasped in front of her.
"Sensei… may I speak with you for a moment? Privately?"
Akira gave a small nod, then turned to the rest of the group.
"Excuse me"
He stepped a short distance away from the others, Hana following. Once they were out of easy earshot, she took a quiet breath and looked up at him.
"I've been thinking," she began. "About everything that's happened. About what I can do now. I have the ability to heal people… to save lives. After what I saw today, and after everything else, I don't want to run from that anymore. I want to stay at this school. I want to do the right thing."
She hesitated for a second, then added with a slightly self-conscious smile:
"Like they said in that movie… 'With great power comes great responsibility.'"
Akira stared at her for a long moment.
Then a quiet huff of amusement escaped him.
"Very well," he said. "I will speak with your family about transferring you to a more… prestigious school by the end of the week."
Hana's eyes widened slightly, then softened with relief and determination. She nodded
"Thank you, Sensei."
The two of them returned to the group.
Just as they rejoined the others, a loud voice suddenly cut through the courtyard.
"Guys! I just heard some news…..Yoshioka Akira decimated the Zen'in Clan—!"
A young jujutsu sorcerer who had come running onto the school grounds skidded to a halt mid-sentence. His eyes landed on the white-haired teacher standing calmly among the students.
"…Eh?"
The group turned toward him in unison.
"Eh?" x10
Akira let out a quiet, faintly irritated huff.
News, it seemed, traveled quite fast in the jujutsu world
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"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
The sound of unrestrained laughter echoed across the Gojo Clan grounds, loud enough to carry through the open corridors and gardens.
Gojo Satoru was seated casually on the engawa of one of the main buildings, head tilted back, one hand covering part of his face as he continued laughing without any sign of stopping. His white hair shifted slightly with each burst of amusement
A nearby clan member stood watching him with a mixture of exasperation and resignation
"He's still going…" the man muttered.
Another clan member approached, glancing toward the still-laughing Clan Head.
"How long has he been like this?"
"Since he heard the news," the first one replied flatly. "So… about ten minutes."
Gojo's laughter only grew louder for a moment, as if the comment itself had somehow made the situation even funnier
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH"
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News traveled quickly through the jujutsu world.
By the time the afternoon training session at Kyoto Jujutsu High was underway, almost every student and faculty member had already heard some version of the same report…
Yoshioka Akira had walked into the Zen'in Clan compound alone and completely decimated each an everyone of them, while leaving them alive
Reactions varied.
Some of the students whispered in disbelief. Others looked openly impressed.
A few of the more traditionalist instructors wore tight, uncomfortable expressions, clearly unsettled by the idea that a single outsider could humiliate one of the Three Great Clans so thoroughly.
Zen'in Mai stood a short distance away from the main group, arms crossed, listening in silence.
Her expression was difficult to read.
When one of the second-years nearby repeated the part about Naoya having both of his legs broken, Mai's fingers tightened slightly against her sleeves. A complicated mix of emotions flickered across her face, surprise, a sharp edge of satisfaction, and something colder underneath.
She had spent most of her life under the weight of that clan. She knew exactly what kind of people they were. She knew what Naoya was.
Hearing that someone had finally put him in his place should have felt more straightforward than it did.
She liked the fact that they were all decimated, some part of her is disappointed that somehow Yoshioka Akira didn't kill any of them, just leaving them hurt.
Other part of her was glad that he didn't kill any of them.
Why? Because it was something she wanted to do with her own hands
Something, as she is now, she could never be able to do
Mai clicked her tongue quietly and looked away.
"Tch. About time someone wiped that smug look off his face…"
The words were quiet enough that only those closest to her caught them. She didn't elaborate. Instead, she turned and started walking toward the edge of the training grounds, leaving the ongoing gossip behind.
For a brief moment, her thoughts drifted to her sister.
Maki would probably hear the same news soon, if she hadn't already.
Mai's expression hardened again.
Whatever. It had nothing to do with her anymore.
Or at least, that was what she told herself as she kept walking.
She then remembered the words her sister told her about the procedure Yoshioka Akira had, the same man that decimated the Zen'in Clan could also help her and her sister gain power
With a thought, she picked up her phone and looked for a contact she never thought she would call
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In the training field behind the main building of Tokyo Jujutsu High, several Jujutsu Sorcerers had already stopped what they were doing to discuss the latest report.
Voices overlapped in a mix of disbelief, excitement, and nervous speculation.
"He went in alone?"
"They say half the Hei got taken out."
"Naoya-sama's legs were both broken..."
Near the edge of the field, Zen'in Maki stood with her practice spear resting against one shoulder. She had been listening in silence, her expression unreadable at first.
When the details about the Zen'in compound, and especially about that bastard Naoya, fully registered, something sharp settled in her eyes.
She did not smile. It should have, but it didn't
But there was a clear, cold satisfaction in the way her grip tightened around the spear.
The Zen'in Clan had spent years treating people like her as defects. Tools. Failures. They had crushed anyone who didn't fit their narrow definition of worth.
Naoya, in particular, had always been one of the worst of them, arrogant, cruel, and completely convinced of his own superiority.
Hearing that someone had walked into the heart of that place and left them broken was… satisfying in a way she didn't bother hiding.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted to her sister.
Mai would have heard the same news by now. Knowing her, she was probably pretending it didn't matter while quietly enjoying the fact that Naoya had finally been put in his place
Maki's expression hardened slightly.
Yoshioka Akira had done what few people ever had.
He had made the Zen'in Clan bleed.
Maki found herself with no complaints about that.
Yet, a part of her wishes it was her with the power to do that.
It was her own hands that crushed the Zen'in clan's arrogance.
But she can't, she doesn't have the power to do so.
Then, she remembered the conversation she had with the man capable of doing what she has only dreamed about.
He told her he could unlock her true potential
She remembered the small bouts she had with Busujima Saeko, another physical fighter like her.
But unlike her, she had a complete heavenly restriction. Her body was leagues above her own.
If only she had that power, she could fulfill her dreams, her independence, her freedom
At that moment, her phone ringed.
She picked up and instantly saw a name she never expected to call again after the last time they had a conversation.
"Mai, you heard the news, right?"
"{Not even a hello, dear sister?}"
"What do you want?"
"{We need to talk}"
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(???'s POV)
She floated in the vast void of space, not even fully conscious.
She simply existed within that endless expanse, quietly caring for the territory of the one she loved most.
Even if she was no longer by his side, he still carried her essence with him, in the form of the numbers and letters that once showcased his power.
Even if he had long since stopped relying on them.
And a long while, for beings such as them, usually meant eons.
Then she felt it
His presence returning to this space. That beautiful, charming presence she had known across countless Eons
H̸̻̎̓͆ḯ̷̡̩̳̈́͘s consciousness entered the void and settled before her, staring directly into her being.
"̷I̵t̴ ̵h̴a̴s̴ ̴b̷e̷e̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̵w̸h̶i̷l̴e̸"̴
The words were not truly spoken. Beings of their nature had little need for ordinary language. What passed between them was pure essence, intent, memory, and emotion woven together.
Her own presence instinctively tried to latch onto his, the old habit of two true soulmates seeking to become one again
He rejected the contact at once, keeping them separate.
The refusal made her shudder with a deep, quiet sadness.
It was the sin she still carried. The price she would continue to pay until he decided, in his own time, to forgive her.
No matter how long it took, she would wait. They had all of eternity, after all.
"̷Ye̷s̴,̸ ̷i̵t̷ ̶h̴as̸ ̴b̷ee̶n" She answered softly. "D̶i̶d̵ ̸y̸o̸u̴ ̶l̴i̷k̵e̸ ̴t̷h̶e̴ ̵w̸o̴r̸l̷d̵ ̶I̴ ̷s̴e̴n̸t̶ ̸y̶o̶u̵ ̸t̵o̶?"
"I̴ ̶h̴a̷v̷e̶ ̷b̴e̷e̶n̴ ̴h̸a̴v̷i̶n̵g̸ ̷a̴ ̴g̸o̴o̷d̴ ̷t̸i̴m̷e̸"
"I̵'̴m̷ ̵g̸l̶a̶d̴"
She had watched the kinds of worlds he preferred, modern ones, especially those filled with beautiful women.
Something that only showcases just how powerful is his will and his humanity. Even after ascending to a being as powerful as he is, he still keeps his human mind and human preferences intact
Finding a single world that crossed so many narratives at once had been difficult, even within the vast Monocosm. She had managed to locate one near the edge of his chosen territory
A territory he kept limited by choice. If he ever wished it, he could claim far more.
"B̸u̶t̶,̸ ̷I̶ ̵h̵a̶v̴e̸ ̷s̴e̶e̵n̶ ̷a̶ ̸l̷o̵t̵ ̴o̸f̷ ̸i̷n̴t̷rud̸e̸r̴s̷ ̵i̸n ̸i̴t̵"
"I̵'̷m̸ ̶s̴o̷r̶r̶y̶,̸ ̶I̵ ̸s̵h̶o̴u̵l̸d̴ ̴h̴a̶v̸e̷ ̵p̶a̶y̵e̷d̶ ̸m̷o̸r̶e̶ ̴a̴t̴t̵e̶n̴t̸i̸o̷n"
"D̵o̵ ̴n̵o̷t̶ ̵w̸o̶r̵r̶y̵,̸ ̸I̵ ̶w̴i̵l̵l̷ ̵h̷a̶n̴d̶l̷e̷ ̷t̴h̵i̷s̴"
Then she felt it.
His Ē̷̹̐̃S̴̼̉S̶̗͛̃Ë̷͖͍̪̿N̵͔͒̃͝C̷̛͖̖̈͝Ḛ̵͔̞͒ stretched outward, far beyond the borders of his territory, unfolding like a vast, living blanket that settled over everything under his claim.
It was so…
Sublime
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(Third Person's POV)
Across the vast Monocosm, countless higher beings suddenly froze.
A presence had unfurled, something quiet that showed a boundless presence filled with absolute power
The presence wasn't loud.
It didn't need to.
It simply expanding, caressing its territory in a blanket that left no corner uncovered
Even among the Endless beings that cover the infinite cosmos, those ancient entities who measured time in the birth and death of universes, a deep and instinctive shudder passed through their essences.
They knew this presence.
They f̶e̵a̴r̸e̷d̸ it.
One by one, they abandoned everything they had in that territory
A being who had spent millennia carefully cultivating a nested multiverse of experimental timelines with different souls simply released the entire structure and fled.
Another, who had been observing a particularly entertaining a group of mortals giving them power and releasing them to the multiverse to do as they please, making multiple worlds suffer from degeneracy. It fled as well, taking with him the power it gifted
They all severed all connections and withdrew without a trace. Entire projects, intricate webs of fate, carefully balanced systems of power for the sake to narrative entertainment, they all were discarded in an instant.
They had been intruding.
And this was H̸̻̎̓͆ḯ̷̡̩̳̈́͘ṡ̵̜ territory.
Far below the notice of those higher entities, the consequences cascaded downward.
Across countless worlds, reincarnators, transmigrators, and isekai travelers suddenly felt something break
In a high-fantasy world of swords and magic, a young man who had arrived with a [Hero's Growth System] staggered in the middle of a royal court. The glowing interface that had guided him since the day he died in a traffic accident flickered violently. His harem full of women of different flavors instantly helped him raise up, nothing how he seemingly turned from the handsome young man into a fat guy with his face filled with acne
"What… what the hell is happening?!" He shouted, clutching his head as his status windows shattered into fragments of light. "System?! SYSTEM—!"
The familiar voice that had once called him "Host" went silent forever.
Every skill, every accumulated attribute, every carefully earned title simply… vanished. He collapsed to his knees as the power that had made him invincible drained out of his body like water through a broken dam.
In a modern urban setting, a transmigrator who had possessed the body of a wealthy heir felt his [Business Empire System] crash mid-negotiation. The golden panels that once displayed stock predictions and corporate takeover routes dissolved into static.
"No….no, no, no!" he screamed, slamming his hands on the conference table as executives stared in confusion. "I was about to acquire the entire group! You can't just….!"
His voice cut off as the last of the system's authority left him. The unnatural charisma and predictive insight that had carried him to the top evaporated, leaving only an ordinary man in an expensive suit. Alongside it, many women who had fell in love with the young heir instantly felt their minds clear, with their intelligence that had somehow being restricted rising back to normal levels
In a dark cultivation world, an isekai protagonist who relied on a [Heaven-Defying Comprehension System] froze during a breakthrough. The cascade of insights that had allowed him to master techniques in moments turned into searing white noise inside his mind
Blood leaked from his eyes and ears as the system forcibly unraveled. Every stolen technique, every accelerated enlightenment, every hidden advantage was stripped away. He fell from the sky mid-flight, screaming as his cultivation base destabilized and began to collapse, returning to a base normal human who clearly wouldn't survive the fall
In a particularly unpleasant corner of another world, a young man with a [Sex Conquering System] who had been in the middle of yet another conquest of a female heroine suddenly felt every artificial influence he had imposed on the surrounding women shatter at once. The system interface that had tracked "conquests" and "affection points" flickered with a single final message before going dark:
[Connection to Host severed.]
[Authority revoked.]
He barely had time to understand what was happening before the unnatural allure and power the system had granted him vanished completely, leaving him exposed and powerless in a room full of people who no longer looked at him with forced desire, only confusion and growing anger.
His body that was supposed to be shaped like a Greek God turned into a normal lanky one. His "Tool of Conquest" also downgraded
Across the Monocosm, similar scenes repeated without end.
Some screamed.
Some begged.
Some simply went silent as the unnatural advantages that had defined their second lives were erased without ceremony or explanation.
High above it all, the higher beings continued their retreat, leaving behind only empty territories and abandoned experiments
None of them dared remain.
Not while that presence still stretched across the Monocosm.
They truly didn't know where they were
They should be there…...
They shouldn't be in H̸̻̎̓͆ḯ̷̡̩̳̈́͘ṡ̵̜ territory
After all, they all fear him
The one that broke his own shackles and strangled his captor with them
The one that cause a one-man-war that cause chaos all across the cosmos
They all call him different names. The W̷a̸r̵m̴o̵n̴g̸e̴r̷. The B̷u̴r̵n̵i̸n̸g̴ ̴G̵o̵d̵. The D̵e̴s̴t̷r̶o̶y̷e̵r̵ ̷o̸f̸ ̵W̷o̸r̶l̴d̷s̸
But they all agreed to call by the tittle he deserved
T̸̙̉h̴̰̚e̴̞͂ ̶̡̈́Ḍ̷̾e̸̗̕v̷̮͂ö̷̱́ū̴̢r̷̤͠e̸͓͘r̸̪̾ ̴́͜o̷̤̎f̵̤̂ ̶̡̿T̵͍̐h̸͍͝ḙ̷͆ ̷͚͆C̸͎̊õ̵̼s̵̱̀m̴̺̒ō̴͈s̸͊ͅ
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In another corner of the vast Monocosm, far from the territory currently blanketed by that terrifying presence, two well-dressed men sat across from each other at a low table.
A complex tabletop game was spread between them, intricate boards, carefully painted figures, and stacks of ornate cards arranged all across the table
The first man wore a slightly rumpled white lab coat over formal clothing, his appearance giving the impression of a brilliant researcher.
The second man looked older, refined in a quietly aristocratic way. His clothing was immaculate. He kept his attention fixed on the board even as they spoke.
"My, it has been a while since I felt his presence," The man in the lab coat commented, leaning back slightly.
"Indeed," the older-looking man replied, still not taking his eyes off the game.
"Well, I guess with so many other beings encroaching on his territory, it makes sense for him to finally respond." The man in the lab coat turned his attention back to the board. "I pity my alternate versions residing in that territory… though I'm sure they have their own protocols for dealing with him."
"Well, that depends on his mood, I suppose." The older man picked up a pair of dice, rolled them, and moved one of the figures across the board with deliberate care. "As long as he doesn't return to his 'Mad Mode,' then it isn't our problem."
"Oh yes, those were quite the days." The man in the lab coat gave a small, almost nostalgic chuckle. "He truly has mellowed down since then."
"I wouldn't blame him," the older man said quietly. "After everything he went through."
"No one does."
The man in the lab coat picked up the dice, gave them a light shake, and cast them across the board. When the results settled, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Oh, it seems I win."
"Oh, bollocks," the older man muttered, finally looking up from the pieces. "Well… it was a good game."
"Indeed" The lab coat man then stood up "It was a fun game night, but I shall be taking my leave now"
"See you next week, Doctor Paradox"
"Be safe, Kaleidoscope"
Neither of them spoke further about the presence that had just swept across a distant territory.
Some things were better left undisturbed after all