A young man and a girl walked hand in hand through the park, indistinguishable from any other couple enjoying a quiet afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and the gentle sound of water echoed from the fountain at the park's center.
The smiling boy was Issei Hyoudou, a second-year student at Kuoh Academy—a school once reserved for girls, now newly co-ed.
Suddenly, the girl let go of his hand and skipped ahead, stopping near the fountain. She turned back toward him, her expression soft.
"Issei~kun, can I ask you a favor?" Yuma said.
Issei laughed lightly and scratched the back of his head. "Anything, Yuma-chan. Just name it."
For a brief moment, her smile wavered. Sadness flickered in her eyes.
"Oh... okay then," she said quietly. "Issei-kun... will you die for me?"
Issei burst out laughing, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
"Yuma-chan, you're such a—"
Pain exploded through his chest.
Issei froze, breath catching as he looked down in disbelief. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, trembling. Slowly, he raised his gaze toward the girl he loved—his eyes filled with shock, fear, and confusion.
"Yu... Yuma-chan?" he gasped. "What's going on... why?"
Yuma stood before him, no longer the gentle girl from moments ago. Black wings unfurled behind her as her fallen angel form emerged. Her face was cold, unreadable—almost mechanical.
"I'm sorry, Issei," she said flatly. "But orders must be followed. Your power has grown beyond what is permitted."
Light gathered in her hand. Before Issei could speak again, a second spear of light struck, and his body went still.
Silence fell over the park.
Then—her composure cracked.
Yuma's hands trembled as sorrow surged through her, crushing the calm mask she had forced upon herself. She knelt beside Issei, lifting his head gently into her lap. The light faded from his eyes, leaving them dull and unfocused.
Tears spilled freely down her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry... my beloved," she whispered, pressing a trembling kiss to his cheek. "If only you hadn't been born with that cursed sacred gear. Please... forgive me, Issei."
She rose into the air, black feathers drifting behind her as she vanished—leaving only silence and sorrow in her wake.
Before the magic circle beneath Issei could complete its summoning, it shattered instantly.
"So," a feminine voice echoed from the shadows, "you are the mortal my mistress seeks."
A figure stepped forward, her gaze settling on Issei's lifeless form.
Cradling Issei's lifeless body, the mysterious woman vanished in a flash of light, transporting them to a divine realm beyond mortal comprehension.
fruit dotted the land, their colors unlike anything found on Earth. An eternal river wound through the realm, its waters flowing onward as if stretching into infinity itself.
Here, there was no concept of night—only everlasting day. A sun of radiant gold hung high above, bathing the land in warm, unyielding light. Exotic birds with unfamiliar patterns and curved beaks soared through the air, their cries echoing softly across the heavens. At the heart of this vast realm stood a colossal tree, and upon its towering branches rested a magnificent castle, as though the land itself had grown to cradle it.
(Similar to Beerus, this one was adorned with dark purple Sakura petals rather than a dead tree.)
A solitary being lounged atop a massive bed, boredom weighing heavily on her expression. With a lazy sigh, she picked at the peeling polish on her fingernails, clearly uninterested in the passage of time.
Her appearance was unlike any creature native to her world. She possessed the graceful form of a woman, yet unmistakable traits of a rabbit—long ears, sharp eyes, and an otherworldly elegance that made her presence feel both whimsical and unsettling.
"I'm so bored," the elegant woman sighed, idly inspecting her fingernails. "Oracle Fish, are you certain this Okami Saiyan is the one destined to challenge me?"
"Yes, my Dark Goddess of Destruction," the Oracle Fish replied calmly. "My prophecies have never been wrong. It is foretold that an Okami Saiyan will rise and one day surpass even the gods."
She rested a finger against her lips, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"Hm. I was under the impression that I ordered that fool, Diasshaaku, to eradicate the entire Saiyan race from this universe," she said coolly. "Those brutes were little more than wolves—savages driven by instinct and violence. If I recall correctly, that command was given one hundred fifty-five years ago."
"You remember correctly, my lady," the Oracle Fish answered. "Lord Diasshaaku did indeed wipe out the cultivated Okami Saiyans. However, a handful managed to escape to distant worlds. Over generations, their descendants lost all knowledge of their warrior heritage. They are shadows of what their ancestors once were."
At that moment, space warped, and a figure teleported into the chamber. She knelt gently, placing a lifeless mortal body upon the pristine floor.
The goddess of destruction scowled as she turned her gaze toward the intruder. Her eyes lingered on the bloodied boy now staining her luxurious carpet, curiosity flickering beneath her irritation.
"Who is this mortal, Kirushia," she asked coldly, arms crossing over her chest, "and why have you brought him into my realm?"
With a bright, almost cheerful smile, the woman crouched beside the body.
"Madam Greeta," she announced proudly, "I've found the one you've been searching for—the Okami-Saiyan-jin."
Madam Greeta let out a soft, amused laugh as her eyes fell upon Issei's body. Frail. Thin. Pathetic. He looked nothing like the legendary Okami-Saiyan-jin of old—warriors whose very presence once shook worlds. Their once-proud bloodline had been diluted through generations of interbreeding with Earth's inhabitants.
The boy possessed none of their defining traits. No wild black hair, no fangs, no tail—nothing that marked him as a true descendant of that fearsome race.
"This?" Greeta scoffed. "This scrawny teenage boy is meant to be a descendant of the mighty Okami-Saiyans?" Her laughter carried a sharp edge. "How utterly laughable. He looks as though he's never fought a day in his life. His ki is weaker than that of a newborn of his kind."
"Yes, Mistress," Kirushia replied calmly, though a sly smile curved her lips. "He is the one I sensed. Just before his death, there was a brief spike in his energy—small, but unmistakable. If trained properly, his true potential could be awakened." She tilted her head. "Shall I summon Towa to revive him, my lady?"
Greeta waved a hand dismissively, clearly irritated.
"Do as you wish," she said coldly. "And once you're finished, see that he's cleaned. The stench of blood offends me."
Without another glance, the goddess of destruction turned and strode from the chamber.
Left alone with the body, Kirushia smiled to herself before reaching out to contact Towa, preparing to explain the situation in greater detail.
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Issei's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. He jolted upright with a sharp gasp, a scream tearing from his throat.
"Yuma-chan—no!!"
He reached out instinctively, fingers closing around something unexpectedly soft.
A startled sound escaped nearby.
Confusion washed over him as he looked up, only to find himself face-to-face with a blue-skinned woman. She had long white hair, striking violet eyes, and an expression blazing with shock and irritation. A faint flush colored her cheeks as she glared down at him.
Issei followed her gaze—and froze.
His hands were resting where they very clearly shouldn't have been.
His face burned as realization struck. Any stray thoughts vanished instantly under the weight of her furious stare, and he yanked his hands back as if burned.
"I—I'm sorry!" he blurted out, scrambling away in embarrassment.
"Um, sorry," Issei stammered, finally taking in his surroundings. "This... isn't Kuoh Park. Where am I?"
The woman let out a soft sigh, realizing it had been an accident, and then spoke to Issei.
"You're in the divine realm of Greeta—the Dark Goddess of Destruction. Why she summoned you... I cannot say. But whatever it is, you must possess some unusual qualities to have drawn her attention," the blue-skinned woman explained calmly.
"Greeta? Goddess of... destruction?" Issei repeated, bewildered.
"Come with me," the enigmatic woman said with another sigh. Issei hesitated for only a moment before following her, trailing behind as she led the way.
When they stepped outside, Issei's eyes widened. Two women sat at an elegant white table, delicately sipping tea. His gaze instantly locked on the bunny-like goddess, whose beauty and presence were impossible to ignore. A blush crept across his cheeks.
"Are you planning to gawk all day, mortal, or will you introduce yourself?" Greeta's voice cut through his thoughts, stern and commanding. The sharpness in her tone left no doubt—respect was expected.
"I apologize for staring," Issei said nervously, bowing slightly. "I'm Issei Hyoudou, sixteen years old, from a small town called Kuoh in Japan."
Greeta's violet eyes studied him for a moment before she spoke, her voice crisp and commanding. "The pleasure is mine, Issei Hyoudou. I am the Dark Goddess of Destruction in this universe. My name is Greeta. You will refer to me as Mistress or Madam Greeta. Do you understand?"
Issei nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, Greeta-sama. The pleasure is all mine. But... why bring me here?" His curiosity was obvious.
Greeta opened her mouth to scold him, but Kirushia leaned close and whispered, clarifying that "sama" showed respect. Greeta's expression softened slightly, and she decided to answer.
"The reason I brought you here," Greeta said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, "is that I want you to challenge me."
Issei blinked in disbelief. "Me? Challenge you? You're a goddess... isn't that a bit... one-sided? I'm just an ordinary human!" A bead of sweat ran down his temple.
"You're mistaken, Issei," the blue-skinned woman beside him said calmly, raising an eyebrow. Greeta's attention shifted to her.
"Towa, what have you discovered about Issei's heritage?" the goddess asked.
Towa nodded thoughtfully. "Issei Hyoudou is composed of 35% Okami-jin and 65% human," she declared. Issei froze. He wasn't entirely human after all.
"Okami-jin... what is that?" he asked, confused.
Towa explained. "The Okami-jin were a fierce warrior species whose home planet was destroyed by a meteor impact one hundred fifty-five years ago. That catastrophe shaped their history and drove them to pursue strength and dominance across the cosmos. Their legacy is marked by physical prowess and an unyielding desire to expand their influence."
"Issei-san," Towa continued, "the Okami-jin can unlock a hidden power through the moon's Blutz waves, transforming into what is called the Great Okami, or Great Wolf. While they often appear as normal humans, they retain wolf-like traits—tails, fangs, and heightened abilities."
Issei struggled to process it all. I'm a hybrid... I can shift into a wolf... This can't be real... he thought.
Kirushia's voice interrupted his reverie. "No, Issei. Everything that happened... all of it is real." Her expression darkened. Memories flooded him—Yuma transforming into a black angel, the spear of light piercing him, the unbearable pain before everything went dark.
"Did... Yuma...?" he whispered.
"Yes, Issei. Yuma Amano killed you," Kirushia confirmed gently. "Look at your shirt—the hole in your chest, stained with blood, tells the story."
Issei sank to his knees, trembling. "Yuma... killed me... But why?" His voice cracked as he spoke to no one in particular.
"Enough of your self-pity," Greeta interrupted sharply. Issei shot her a glare, but Kirushia quickly stepped in to prevent disaster.
"Madam, I suggest providing Issei with fresh clothing," Kirushia said tactfully.
Greeta wrinkled her nose as she looked at him. "And a bath. The scent of blood and sweat offends me. Make sure it's completely gone before he returns." She waved them away with a flick of her hand.
As Issei and Kirushia headed to the bathing room, Towa turned her attention back to Greeta, ready to report further.
End of Chapter