The sky fractured into infinite colors, the boundaries of reality bending and breaking as the enemy revealed its true full form.
> True omnipotence… transcendent… beyond comprehension…
Kyuroto Mitsuyo felt it ripple through his consciousness — every possibility, every timeline, every universe bending violently against him. Even at 1% of his true power, he was pushed back, staggered by the sheer scale of absolute domination.
The enemy's attack struck like collapsing stars, folding multiverses into singularity. Kyuroto's body barely held together under the pressure of infinite impossibilities.
> "So… this is your full form…" he whispered, calm yet alert. "Very well."
He exhaled slowly. His aura flared — subtle at first, then violently expanding — a whisper of infinity becoming a roar.
> 2% of true power… Tier 0… let's end this.
Reality itself trembled. Kyuroto's energy spiraled into microfractals, threads, paradoxical loops, connecting across multiverses. His fist alone shattered dimensional barriers, each punch a Tier 0 strike that resonated across timelines.
> The first punch… the universe listens.
He advanced, katana drawn, the blade glowing with threads of probability and the essence of countless realities. Each swing warped spacetime, each strike bending the enemy's attacks back into themselves.
> "Kokoro no michi…!"
(The Way of the Heart — the iconic katana word whispered across universes)
The enemy staggered, unable to anticipate or counter the sheer precision, speed, and overwhelming strategy. Kyuroto combined:
Hand-to-hand combat surpassing Tier 0
Sword mastery, every strike a paradox across realities
Probability threads, fractals, and loops
Outerversal abilities, bending universes and frameworks at will
Espionage and tactical genius, anticipating every move even beyond omnipotent logic
It was no longer a fight — it was a symphony of infinity, Kyuroto conducting reality itself.
The enemy's form twisted violently, collapsing under the layered assaults of 2% of Kyuroto's 1,000,000% true power. Every universe, dimension, and framework it had bent or claimed shattered into fragments — then ceased to exist.
Finally, Kyuroto stepped forward, calm, katana resting lightly in his hand. The multiverse trembled, then stilled. Silence fell — absolute, unbroken, eternal.
> "Peace."
He spoke the word softly, iconic, deliberate, resonating with the katana's language — a promise, a judgment, a seal.
Cherry blossoms fell around him, petals reflecting the infinite threads of reality he had just mastered. The enemy was gone. All that remained was the whisper of a story now complete.
Kyuroto Mitsuyo — the Whisper of Infinity — stood alone, calm, untouchable, beyond comprehension, having proven even at 2% of his full power that he was Tier 0 incarnate.
And so ended Volume 2.
> The game continues… but infinity itself has already taken notice.
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