On the rooftop.
Thirteen figures stood silently.
Each possessed a distinct hair color, physique, and sense of style.
They were none other than The Twelve Heavenly Commanders—the highest-ranking members of the Onmyoji clan, leaders of the Onmyoji Company.
And standing at their head was Terumikado Arima, the supreme authority of the Onmyoji Alliance.
The Twelve Heavenly Commanders:
Miku Zeze: Recently appointed; Master of the Sea of Sound.
White Tiger: Seigen AmawakaVermillion Bird: Shimon Ikaruga
Black Tortoise: Kengo Ujii
Blue Dragon: Kankurou Mitosaka
Six Harmonies: Sakura Sada
Kijin: Tenma Unomiya
Eastern Field: Tatara
Heavenly Light: Subaru Mitejima
Golden Battle: Narumi Ioroi
Heavenly Sky: Cordelia Kasukami
Together, they were the Onmyoji's ultimate fighting force—gathered now to meet the one who had eliminated calamity and corruption:
Nanashi.
"You're early."
The voice broke through their composure.
Their pupils contracted. None had noticed the figure standing before them—a student.
In that brief instant of shock, Arima Tsuchimikado had already stepped forward, bowing deeply with a practiced smile.
"Greetings, Lord Nanashi. I am Arima Tsuchimikado, leader of the Soba Onmyo Alliance."
At first, the Twelve Generals hadn't believed someone could possibly wipe out the entire Parallel Dimension.
Some were skeptical. Others arrogant—eager to test this so-called monster.
But now, having seen him with their own eyes...
They understood.
The presence Nanashi exuded left no room for doubt. This was no ordinary being. Even then, he only showed them what he wanted them to see.
He wasn't someone who liked trouble.
Show your strength. If they still don't yield?
No need for arguments. Just meet again in the next life.
Better for everyone that way.
Seeing none of them step forward to challenge him, Nanashi nodded in satisfaction.
At least they were smart.
"Let's get to the point."
Arima straightened slightly. "We've come to express our gratitude, Lord Nanashi—for purging the Kegare and for rescuing Master Abe no Seimei."
Nanashi caught the underlying implication. He wanted to know about Abe no Seimei's condition.
"She's alive and well. Currently staying at my place."
Arima lowered his head. "Understood."
The formalities were done. It was Nanashi's turn.
"You came to thank me. Good. There's something I need."
"Please, speak your request."
"I want the Onmyoji to serve me."
"!!!"
The shock rippled through the generals.
Serve him? Just like that?
"You don't have the right to refuse."
Nanashi's voice turned cold as starlight flickered in his eyes.
"Master!"
In an instant, all thirteen dropped to one knee.
A surge of indescribable sensation flooded their minds.
They understood their situation clearly now—like shikigami bound by a master's mark.
They retained their thoughts, but their loyalty was no longer their own.
"Relax. I won't ask the Onmyoji to do anything evil."
Nanashi's gaze softened, the starlight fading.
"I have only one condition: No Onmyoji is to reveal their power in front of ordinary people."
"Can you do that?"
In unison: "Yes!"
"Good. Then you're dismissed. Oh—have your people monitor for any irregularities and report them to me."
With that, Nanashi turned and left the rooftop.
The thirteen slowly stood.
"Well... I suppose this is what they call 'losing both the wife and the army,'" Arima muttered, though the smile on his face never faded.
"At least," one of the generals said, "his orders don't go against our principles."
The rest silently agreed.
Taking control of the Onmyoji was part of Nanashi's broader plan.
On one hand, it allowed him to restrict their actions—slowing the spread of cognitive apocalypse.
On the other, he could leverage their power to detect anomalies and uncover emerging knowledge.
After school.
Nanashi said goodbye to Yukino, Eriri, and the others, then quietly slipped away.
He sent a request to Nami: permission to travel through time.
Not just Shinobu and the others—Nami herself needed his attention.
Private Chat Channel.
Nanashi: "Nami, grant me travel access. I'm heading to your world."
Nami: "Now? Is it urgent?"
Nanashi: "Yeah, kind of."
Nami: "…Alright!"
Urgent?
If it was about seeing her… she supposed that counted too.
But when Nanashi arrived—
He was stunned.
Two stunning, naked bodies stood before him.
Nojiko had grown into a mature figure, her skin dark and soft.
Since the fall of Arlong, Nami had been taking better care of herself too. Her long hair flowed freely now.
Perhaps it was the result of Nanashi's influence, but her body had begun to resemble her future self—no longer the youthful girl from before, but a woman with curves and allure.
He looked around—steam, showerheads, warm lighting.
This was... the bathroom.
So that's why Nami asked if it was urgent...
They were in the middle of bathing when he popped in.
"U-Uh, I..." Nanashi stumbled, frozen.
Nojiko, wide-eyed, looked equally stunned.
"Nanashi," Nami said calmly, brushing aside the awkwardness, "if it's urgent, then let's deal with it."
Compared to the potential crisis, being seen like this was minor.
Nanashi's eyes betrayed him, lingering for a moment.
Then, voice cracking, he admitted: "Actually... what I wanted to say is... I just couldn't wait to see you..."
"…"
A heavy silence.
Then—
"HA?!"
Nami exploded in confusion, cheeks aflame.
...
A quiet moment.
Nanashi sat alone in the room.
Not long after, Nami and Nojiko stepped out of the bathroom, now fully dressed.
Nami shot a sharp glare in his direction. And walk away.
Nanashi scratched the back of his head and walked toward them, then turned to Nojiko with a sheepish look.
"Sorry about earlier."
Nojiko blushed, covering her mouth with a light laugh. "It's fine, Mr. Nanashi. But maybe you should focus on calming Nami down."
"Yeah… about that…"
Nanashi gave a wry smile.
He walked into Nami's room and gently closed the door behind him.
Nojiko lingered just outside, hands on her hips, thoughtful.
What started as a simple conversation inside quickly took a strange turn.
A black line formed on her forehead.
"Is that how he plans to coax Nami?"
But still, her curiosity piqued.
Unable to resist, Nojiko leaned closer and peeked through the slight gap in the wooden door.
"Hiss!"
She gasped softly, eyes widening in disbelief.
This was... eye-opening.
Yet her feet refused to move.
Inside the room.
"Nami," Nanashi whispered softly.
The orange-haired girl, eyes hazy and lips curled into a faint smile, leaned against him.
Resting her back on his chest, she turned her head and gently traced her fingers along his cheek.
Nanashi hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to her ear.
"Your sister's... doing something outside."
"Hmm?" Nami raised a brow, unsure what he meant.
So Nanashi demonstrated—on her.
"Ah?!"
Her eyes widened in instant realization.
Releasing her Observation Haki, she immediately sensed Nojiko's presence just outside.
"..."
Being peeked on by her own sister, and then having Nanashi use her to put on a show?
This was beyond embarrassing.
Nami flushed, biting her lip in frustration.
But after a glance at the man behind her, she rolled her eyes with a huff.
"Let her watch. Let's keep going."
"Spank!"
Nanashi lightly patted her bouncy ass, half-amused and half-exasperated.
"We're not continuing. No matter how good it is, we can't slack off. Check the chat group."
"Chat group?" Nami blinked, slightly dazed.
She opened the chat interface as instructed.
A new message was pinned at the top.
[Ding! Miss Wednesday has joined the chat group!]
Miss Wednesday: "Is this something new from the Baroque Work?"
March 7th: "Welcome to the Doomsday Chat Group!"
Chito: "Welcome."
Miss Wednesday: "Doomsday chat group? What's that supposed to mean?"
Bronya: "In short, this is a central hub for exchanging information related to apocalyptic events."
Miss Wednesday: "The end of the world?!"
Saeko: "You can check your personal status for more information."
Nanashi's eyes brightened.
Saeko had responded. That meant she was recovering.
He opened a private channel with her.
Private Chat
Nanashi: "Saeko, how are you doing?"
Saeko: "Ah, my body's fully recovered."
Nanashi: "And Rei?"
Saeko: "Rei's fine too. She has some angelic powers, remember? Though she's still a bit shy—she blushes whenever someone gives her a strange look."
Nanashi: "Well, yesterday was a little loud."
(He hadn't exactly tried to keep things quiet.)
Saeko: "Yes. Hiratsuka-sensei and the others have decided to live with us now. Order is gradually returning. We're like a family already."
Nanashi: "Are you… hinting at something?"
Saeko: "Not really. But I think they all have feelings for you."
Nanashi: "You're just giving your man away like that? Aren't you the jealous type?"
Saeko: "I can't satisfy you on my own. As your woman, I want you to be fulfilled."
Nanashi: "You're seriously making me want to cling to you forever. You're the definition of Yamato Nadeshiko."
Saeko: "Please don't ever leave me."
Nanashi: "Never."
Saeko: "That makes me happy. By the way, Nanashi… what do you think about the newcomer?"
Nanashi narrowed his eyes.
He had a hunch.
The name "Miss Wednesday" rang a bell.
He glanced over at Nami, still resting beside him.
"This new member… probably comes from your world."
Nami's large eyes sparkled with curiosity as she let him lazily trace her curves.
"Same world as me?"
Another message popped up, adding fuel to his theory.
Miss Wednesday: "Abnormal Doomsday (4 stars). That's what it says in my info."
Just like Nami's own status.
Miss Wednesday: "Is the world really ending?!"
Nanashi: "Abnormal doomsday. Have you noticed anything strange in your world?"
In the desert…
A blue-haired girl frowned.
She stared at the chat interface with suspicion.
Could this be a trap? Did Baroque Works find out her true identity and send this to flush her out?
She didn't know.
But she decided to stay in character, just in case.
Miss Wednesday: "Strange? Not sure. We're currently working on… taking down a kingdom."
Tushan Honghong: "Wait, what? Destroying a kingdom?! Are you a villain?"
Momonga: "Can people like that even join the group?"
Nanashi couldn't help but want to comment.
"Bone King, aren't you the biggest kingdom-destroyer here?"
Though this version of Momonga wasn't that one, the comparison still stood.
Esdeath: "Now this is interesting. Destroying a kingdom takes guts."
Esdeath: "So, how far along are you?"
Miss Wednesday: "…"
Miss Wednesday: "Well, we've pretty much turned the kingdom into a desert… that's our current progress."
Esdeath: "Oh? Do you have special abilities? I'm very interested in that."
Nanashi sighed.
He had already seen through her disguise.
Nanashi: "Alright, drop the act. You're Princess Vivi, right?"
The girl's heart skipped a beat.
"He figured me out?!"
"No, I can't admit it. Not now."
Miss Wednesday: "Princess Vivi? That's the princess of the country we're planning to destroy."
Nanashi chuckled, one eyebrow twitching.
Nanashi: "You're Princess Vivi—Nefertari D. Vivi. Princess of Alabasta. Infiltrated Baroque Works to investigate the mastermind behind your kingdom's downfall."