Neo-Tokyo-3's sky fractured in impossible colors, reflecting the presence of the new enemy. Kyuroto Mitsuyo, calm as ever, stood atop the floating spire, aura radiating like a galaxy folding in on itself.
> True Omnipotence… Transcendence… Beyond Transcendence…
The enemy existed outside every law, yet Kyuroto's eyes betrayed no fear — only calculation.
With a subtle gesture, he released 0.01% of his power, and reality itself began to align around him. Microfractals twisted the enemy's threads of existence, turning impossible attacks into harmless illusions.
> "You bend infinity… but forget that threads, even infinite, can be unraveled."
The enemy reacted instantly, striking across timelines, warping dimensions, and breaking probabilities. Yet Kyuroto's presence absorbed, redirected, and folded every assault back into the enemy's own patterns.
He whispered softly:
> "You exist everywhere and nowhere… but you cannot escape me."
With a single blink, he wove paradoxical loops — attacks that targeted not just the body, but the enemy's very existence across all realities simultaneously. Each strike fragmented its presence, forcing it to confront itself in an endless mirror of impossibility.
The enemy's form distorted violently, collapsing and reforming. Every attempt to strike Kyuroto was countered, trapped, and erased before it could begin.
> "Patience… precision… inevitability," Kyuroto murmured, stepping forward.
"These are the weapons you never anticipated."
And then, with a calm flick of his hand, the threads converged — the enemy trapped in a fractal of impossibilities. Every timeline it touched imploded inward, folding its existence into a singularity of nothing and everything.
For a brief moment, silence reigned. Even infinity paused.
Kyuroto exhaled, the faintest ripple of his aura brushing the world like wind across cherry blossoms.
> "It is done."
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