After years apart, Toka gazed at the boy in front of her—Kuzeha. Her eyes sparkled with wonder.
Back then, he was just a refined little boy.
Now, he had grown into a truly handsome young man.
Yet the calm, reassuring aura that she remembered still lingered around him, unchanged.
It stirred something deep inside her—a longing to drop everything and rely on him again, as she once had.
"Yuu, you've grown so much."
After a moment of silence to calm her racing heart, she finally spoke, voice tinged with nostalgia.
"And you've become a stunning beauty, Tōka-neesan,"
Kuzeha replied with a gentle smile.
She wore nothing but a simple long-sleeve top and jeans, yet it couldn't hide her graceful figure in the slightest.
Kuzeha faintly recalled—when Toka left, she had only just begun to bloom.
Now, she was fully in blossom.
Flustered, Toka averted her gaze.
Meeting his eyes made her heart beat even faster.
To distract herself, she expertly pulled out a stainless steel ladle and bonked Rikka on the head.
Clang!
"Stop hanging all over Yuu and help move boxes!"
Rikka grumbled, rubbing her head.
"You clearly want to cling to him too... Ow!"
Before she could finish, a flash of silver struck her again.
"Don't spout nonsense! You're not a little kid anymore!"
Toka's cheeks flushed faintly as she pursed her lips.
Under her sister's stern urging, Rikka finally slipped out of Kuzeha's arms with a pout, adjusting her eyepatch.
Just then, a voice echoed in Kuzeha's mind.
[System Triggered: Eye Technique Entry!]
[Congratulations! You have obtained Gold Trait: Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan!]
Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan – Grants access to Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Izanami, Izanagi, and Susanoo.
Kuzeha raised an eyebrow.
It seemed the luck he had stored earlier was still at work.
This ability wasn't particularly unique, but hey—it was a golden trait.
Worst case, he could merge it or level it up.
He patted Rikka on the head with a smirk.
This "Dark Eye Sovereign" had contributed handsomely.
With everyone's help, the Takanaoshi sisters quickly finished moving in.
"I was originally planning to invite you all for dinner after I finished unpacking and cooking..."
Toka said with a bit of embarrassment.
Sakura smiled gently.
"Why not cook for us tonight instead, Tōka-neesan? I've always wanted to try your food."
"Tōka-neesan is a Tōtsuki graduate. Looks like we're in for a feast!"
Nao added eagerly.
Tōtsuki Academy—one of the most prestigious culinary institutions in the world.
Even getting accepted made someone elite.
Graduating made them a rising star in the culinary world.
Restaurants would fight to hire them.
Toka graduating from there was proof enough of her extraordinary talent.
"No problem at all. You guys can look forward to many meals from now on,"
Toka said confidently, sneaking a glance at Kuzeha.
She had already decided—
she'd repay everything she owed with her cooking.
And if Kuzeha didn't mind, she'd cook for him for the rest of her life...
The sisters finally returned to the orphanage.
Looking around at the unchanged scenery, they felt like they had stepped back in time.
"Hey, is that… Tōka and Rikka? You're back?"
Akiko walked out of her room and recognized them with surprise.
"Tōka, long time no see!"
She greeted.
Rikka squinted at her for a moment, then lit up in realization.
"You're the Demon Emissary's hellhound!"
The nearly forgotten nickname made Akiko's face darken.
Back then, Yuki always got the newest volumes of that infamous siscon series before they hit stores.
Akiko would tag along just to read them early—earning her the nickname "the Demon Emissary's pet."
Definitely black history.
"Those days are long gone, Rikka. I've already surpassed Yuki."
Hands on hips, she puffed out her chest.
Rikka tilted her head, skeptical.
"Really?"
She glanced back at Yuki, clearly not convinced.
Then Rikka darted off to play with Ayumi and Kanao.
Though she was a high schooler now, she still fit right in.
"Ch—Chainsaw dog?!"
Seeing Pochita in the yard, Rikka was stunned.
Ayumi grinned.
"This is Pochita. Big bro said he's a chainsaw demon from Hell!"
"Woof!"
Pochita barked happily.
Two hours later—
Dinner was ready—cooked entirely by Toka herself.
Six dishes, perfectly presented on the table,
each one aromatic and mouthwatering.
Kuzeha eagerly picked up a tempura shrimp.
Crunch!
The golden batter crackled crisply between his teeth.
The sweetness of the shrimp melted in his mouth—simply divine.
Tempura might be a common dish in Tokyo, but that's what made it hard to stand out.
"This is amazing! Better than anything I've had at restaurants!"
Sakura covered her mouth in astonishment.
"Tōka-neesan, could you teach me sometime?"
"Of course! Ask me anything,"
Toka replied with a nod.
Her eyes remained on Kuzeha.
As a chef, nothing brought more joy than seeing that look of wonder on someone's face after tasting your food.
And when it was someone important to you—that joy multiplied a thousandfold.
Even Yuki, used to top-tier chefs at home, couldn't help but praise every dish.
After dinner, the Takanaoshi sisters returned to their place.
Yuki also headed back to the Suou Estate.
Which made Akiko very happy.
With the Demon Queen gone, this was her chance to make moves on her beloved brother!
"Don't bother me tonight. I've got something to do,"
Kuzeha said calmly.
Akiko nearly cried.
Tomorrow was school.
This was her last chance… and it slipped away.
"Akiko, see you next week~ I'll make sure Big Bro feels your share of love too."
Yuki's voice was soft, but it stung like a whip.
The alliance they formed for two days—utterly shattered.
That night—
In his room, Kuzeha began working on the creation of the Sky Winged Race.
He wasn't just molding a clay figure—he was creating an entire species, from scratch.
Caution was essential.
He had to test it step-by-step.
The original Skywinged were roughly divided into three types: Azril, standard Skywinged, and Jibril.
Kuzeha chose to start with Azril.
Azril—the firstborn, created as the perfect leader.
The strongest, purest, most loyal of all Skywinged.
As an enemy, she was terrifying.
As a subordinate, she was the perfect weapon.
A god-slaying weapon.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
A massive, glowing ring appeared above him.
Eighteen pure silver wings spread from his back.
With a flash, he rose thousands of meters into the sky.
From his wings, he plucked a single feather—glowing softly with holy light.
With a single thought, power surged from his divine core.
An overwhelming energy enveloped the sky.
Anyone looking up would see nothing—not stars, not clouds, not even the moon.
"Let's begin."
He opened his eyes, filled with divine light.
That terrifying energy poured into the feather.
Since he was creating Azril, he planned to imbue her with the strongest power he could currently manifest.
It took immense concentration to compress that energy.
Even he had to focus deeply.
Any mistake would cause a massive backlash—the escaping energy alone was affecting the weather.
Above him, a divine eye-like vortex formed, crackling with thunder.
Simultaneously, he began shaping Azril's body.
"This'll take at least ten days…"
Kuzeha was mentally prepared.
If it failed, he'd just toss the prototype into the imaginary realm and resume later.
Meanwhile—
Near the Hero Association's secret prison, two massive robots stood over a passed-out bald man.
"All stolen combat suits recovered."
"Hmph, we only let those idiots use them to gather data anyway."
"They lost to Silver Fang. Expected. The suits don't make regular people S-class."
"More importantly, did you get the ID of the boy who vaporized the meteor?"
"Yes, but we still don't know what his ability is."
"For a human to emit such energy… very intriguing."
"Shall we investigate?"
"His place is on the way. Let's swing by and try to collect battle data."
As the two machines walked away, the fallen Hammerhead exhaled shakily.
"Whew. Good thing my skull's thick. I actually survived…"
He looked toward the retreating robots.
Machine God Organization.
He didn't know much, but even a fool could sense their terrifying power.
He glanced at the damaged prison wall and bolted.
"I swear, I'll go straight from now on!"
Just two steps into his escape, he slammed into a hulking man.
"You do this, baby?"
A deep, raspy voice.
Hammerhead looked up.
A glowing-eyed, completely naked muscleman stared back.
"You're… S-Class Hero Puri-Puri Prisoner?!"
Hammerhead froze.
"Bingo, sweetheart~ I'll take good care of you."
Seeing that creepy grin, Hammerhead's face contorted in horror.
Back near the orphanage—
The two Machine God robots approached.
Their goal: collect data on Kuzeha.
But the moment they stepped within a hundred kilometers of the orphanage, they froze.
Looking up—
"What is that?"
"It's… blocking the entire sky…"
Their sensors screamed.
"Energy levels—beyond system threshold!"
They stared, awestruck.
"That's pure energy?!"
The power readings spiked—radars nearly blew out.
"The source… it's right over the orphanage."
They glanced at each other.
No doubt—the boy they came to observe was behind it.
"He's still… compressing that energy…"
Even their autonomous cores trembled.
One misstep, and half the planet could be wiped out.
"Still want to collect his data?"
"Collect your ass! RUN!"
And with that, both machines turned and bolted.
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