Location: Ryōiki Clash Zone – Overlap Point Between Kokushinden (Seizen) and Hakurotenkū (Jeremiah)
Explanation – Ryōiki Breakdown Before Clash
Seizen's Ryōiki: Kokushinden – The Black Shrine
Law: "Each door is a death. Choose your ending."
Type: Ryōiki Shinden – Eidolon-linked soul sanctuary
Function: Endless shrine corridors shaped by Seizen's Makugan: Reimei. Each passage is a karmic trial, a failed timeline, or trauma echo. The opponent is forced to choose—and suffer—a personal death loop unless they resolve the regret.
Avatar (Ryōiki Taigen): Kokuyō-En no Shinigami – A towering, cloaked reaper wielding a segmented scythe made from broken aura timelines. Each swing severs a possibility.
⚖️ Jeremiah's Ryōiki: Hakurotenkū – The Sky-Piercing Crane Palace
Law: "The higher you rise, the sharper the wind."
Type: Ryōiki Taigen – Martial wind-anchored domain
Function: An endless floating palace above stormclouds. Each strike in this realm manipulates gravitational pull, wind slicing, and teleportation angles. Time subtly bends around motion.
Avatar: Tenshūkaku no Hakurō – A great white heron-armored guardian. Its wings can distort space, and its spear plunges like a divine decree from the sky.
The floor shifts between cracked shrine wood and levitating storm tiles. Doors swing in and out of time. Wind howls, echoing through corridors that don't exist yet.
Seizen stood at the center, breath calm, eyes narrowed.
His voice was low and direct:
Seizen: "You knew what I came for. You showed up anyway."
Jeremiah adjusted his stance. Crane-style footwork—light, precise, always one frame ahead.
Jeremiah: "If I didn't, who would've stopped you?"
Seizen tilted his head slightly, Makugan flickering.
Seizen: "Let's find out."
Both raised their hands.
—Aura cracked the ground.
Seizen: "Kokuyō-En. Manifest."
A massive shadow rose behind him. The Black Reaper stepped out—scythe dragging behind it, each step extinguishing sound.
Jeremiah: "Hakurō. Fly."
The palace above shattered in light. A white winged being dove from the heavens, armor flashing, spear drawn in reverse grip.
Their Ryōiki Taigen Avatars struck first.
—Clang!—
The reaper's scythe arced horizontally. The heron-guardian blocked midair with its wing, redirecting the arc upward, crashing into floating debris.
Jeremiah closed the distance.
Jeremiah: "You still drop your back foot after pivot."
He blinked forward—Sky Talon style—slamming a crane-kick down on Seizen's shoulder.
Seizen caught the leg with one hand. No wasted motion.
Seizen: "You still talk too much mid-strike."
He elbowed Jeremiah clean in the chest, knocking him back three steps.
They went again.
Jeremiah's movements: sharp, spiraling, always transitioning between air and space. Teleports laced within kicks, shifting his angle by inches.
Seizen's counters: grounded, fluid, illusion-backed. He never reacted late—he was already intercepting.
Makugan lit—slowing Jeremiah's next feint mid-frame.
Seizen: "Third phase windkick, broken rhythm—Master taught that to bait weaker students."
He slammed his palm into Jeremiah's ribs—cutting off his teleport anchor mid-exit.
Jeremiah coughed but grinned through it.
Jeremiah: "You watched my movements. I studied your decisions."
He flickered again—reappearing behind Seizen—striking with an open-palm wind burst that blew Seizen off his center line.
Shrine doors appeared in the floor.
One opened beneath Jeremiah's left foot—his childhood dojo.
He froze for half a second. A memory.
Seizen stepped in.
Seizen: "Even now, you haven't let that go."
Jeremiah snapped the illusion by cutting his own palm. The blood sealed the door.
Jeremiah: "You really built this place to break people, didn't you?"
Seizen: "No. I just made a mirror. The cracks are yours."
Lightning flashed. A heron spear plunged again from above.
Seizen's reaper rose to parry it—and both Avatars clashed mid-air.
Each swing of the scythe bent memory. Each thrust of the spear redirected time.
Both avatars pull back.
Seizen's aura surges black and indigo.
Jeremiah's aura spirals white and teal.
Both raise their right hand—syncing with their Taigen.
Jeremiah: "Next one lands. One of us folds."
Seizen: "Then pick your door."