Northern Tokyo Bay — Rainbow Bridge
The moon cast a silvery veil over the quiet stretch of Rainbow Bridge. Waves shimmered far below, catching the pale glow like scattered shards of glass.
Akiyama Ren leaned casually on the metal railing, glancing sideways at his teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who stood beside him with crossed arms and a frown carved into her face.
"Sensei," Ren said, breaking the silence, "if you dragged me out here just to scold me, can we speed this up? It's getting cold."
Hiratsuka's eye twitched.
Her failed blind date still stung, and now—of all people—she'd run into him with a girl. Publicly. Smiling like he didn't have a care in the world.
A perfect outlet for her frustration.
Without warning, she aimed a punch straight at his abdomen.
If this had been the old Ren, he wouldn't have even seen it coming.
But now?
He raised his right hand with practiced ease and caught her fist mid-air.
Hiratsuka blinked, surprised. "You actually blocked that?"
Ren smiled faintly. "I've changed a bit, Sensei. I'm not the same guy who used to get winded running laps."
She pulled her hand back, regaining her composure with a huff. "That girl. The one at the mall. Is she your girlfriend?"
Ren blinked, caught off guard. "You followed me?"
"I didn't have to. You were loud, and she was… too close." Hiratsuka's tone was sharp, but not cruel. "So? Are you two dating?"
Ren didn't answer immediately. Instead, he shrugged. "Isn't romance allowed in high school?"
"There's no rule against it," she admitted, crossing her arms again. "But as your life guidance teacher, I have a right to check in on your situation."
Translation: she was using this to project her bad day onto me, Ren thought.
Still, two could play that game.
He leaned in slightly, feigning innocence. "Sensei… I'm 17. Full of energy. If I don't find someone to… share that with, I might explode. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?"
Hiratsuka froze. "You—! You didn't do anything reckless, did you?"
Ren rubbed the back of his head, pretending to hesitate. "Not yet. But… I feel like I'm close to losing control. I can't even focus in class anymore."
The expression on her face was priceless—half mortified, half bewildered. "Ren... you—! You need to keep your head on straight! This isn't something to joke about!"
He looked up at her with fake desperation. "Then… Sensei, will you help me?"
The silence that followed was tense. Her mind seemed to short-circuit for a moment before she quickly reached into her pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a sharp flick.
Smoke curled into the cold night air as she avoided eye contact. "You're doing this on purpose," she muttered.
Ren said nothing, his lips curled in an impish smirk as he leaned back, enjoying the breeze.
She finished the cigarette in silence. Then, finally, she exhaled one last puff, turned to him, and said, "Get in the car."
Ren obeyed without protest. The tension in the car was thick as she rolled up the windows and locked the doors.
She faced him, expression finally calm.
"If you're going through something—emotionally or otherwise—talk to someone. Don't bottle it up and turn it into a joke," she said. "And yeah, date whoever you want. Just… don't screw up your future for a fleeting thrill."
Ren blinked.
That was unexpectedly sincere.
"Understood, Sensei," he said, giving a small, almost respectful nod.
She sighed. "I don't know why I even bother."
(There's a cut scene here where she gives him a handjob. Idk how that happens but I could write it depending on your thoughts)
An hour later, Hiratsuka Shizuka got out of the car again, took a bottle of mineral water from the front compartment, and washed her hands clean. After getting back in the car, she said to the satisfied-looking Ren, "Where do you live? I'll take you back!"
With that, she turned the ignition and drove off, the city lights flashing past the windshield.
By the time they pulled up to his apartment, it was past one in the morning.
As he stepped out of the car, Ren turned back to her. "Thanks for the talk."
She rolled her eyes, but he could see the smile tugging at her lips. "Get some sleep, idiot."
Ren gave a half-smile, stepping out. "Thanks for the ride, Sensei."
As she drove off, the moon above Tokyo glinted like an eye in the sky—watching, waiting.
Ren stepped into his apartment and closed the door behind him. He didn't bother turning on the lights. His eyes gleamed faintly in the dark, and his heart pulsed with a strange, electric anticipation.
Sleep? Impossible.
His pulse beat like war drums in his ears. Something inside him whispered: Grow. Now.
He stepped onto the balcony, the Tokyo skyline stretching endlessly before him. Lights flickered like stars in reverse—bright below, shadowed above.
"Time to evolve," he muttered.
From deep within his soul, the knowledge he had absorbed from the God-Slayer World stirred. Ancient syllables, sigils, and power constructs flowed into his mind like a torrent.
He reviewed the array of magic he now had access to:
Transformation, Invisibility, Healing, Barrier, Geomancy, Alchemy, Teleportation... Witch's Eye, Arcane Impartation, Covenant Control.
"That should do for now," he said with a grin.
His soul resonated with each name, like keys fitting perfectly into celestial locks. As a pseudo-deity—whatever he'd become since Kyoto—he only needed to comprehend a spell's core formula once to wield it.
For the second casting?
Not even an incantation was necessary.
He turned to the most curious technique first.
"Witch's Eye."
Drawing a deep breath, Ren held out his right hand, forming a sword-finger gesture.
He whispered the invocation: "Open Eye."
A ripple surged through the air like a thunderclap in silence.
Above Tokyo, a massive, translucent eye materialized—its pupil closed like a sealed gate.
Then, with solemn grace, the eye opened.
A ki-surge blanketed the city. Every Onmyoji, Jujutsu Sorcerer, Exorcist, and yokai in Tokyo froze in place, eyes wide in terror or awe.
They felt it.
A gaze not of man, but of divinity.
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Every hidden spell formation, spiritual contract, and forbidden ritual was instantly illuminated under the glare of the eye. No secret was safe. The metaphysical underground of Tokyo—normally so well-shrouded—lay exposed like nerves under a scalpel.
Curses howled in agony. Spirits screeched and scattered. Bound talismans ignited and crumbled into ash.
Even demons whimpered, crawling deeper into the earth to escape the eye's omnipotent gaze.
And at the center of it all, Akiyama Ren stood calmly on his balcony, his eyes reflecting the glowing titan above. A quiet smirk tugged at his lips.
"Now I see it. Everything."
With a single motion, he closed his fingers into a fist.
The Witch's Eye vanished in an instant, as though it had never been there.
The city exhaled again. The tremors faded, but the memory had already seared itself into the minds of every spiritually-attuned being in Tokyo.
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Shibuya — Tokyo Onmyo Institute
Principal Kurahashi Miyoshi stared out the window, still in a daze. "That was… beyond our classification. Was it a Curse Art Master?"
Beside him, the stern-faced Ōtomo Jin adjusted his glasses. "No. Even Gojo Satoru couldn't manifest an apparition of that scale."
Kurahashi's brow furrowed. "Then who?"
Ōtomo answered simply.
"Akiyama Ren."
A cold silence followed.
"From the Shinjuku incident? And Kyoto?"
"Correct. Demon Lord-level aura. He erased all Curse Spirits during the Night Parade. And don't forget—he killed Suguru Geto."
Kurahashi's lips tightened. "He's no mere prodigy…"
"No," Jin agreed. "He's an anomaly. A system-breaker."
Kurahashi murmured, "And with the reincarnation of Yakou still dormant, we're vulnerable."
Ōtomo looked toward the sky, where the remnants of divine pressure still lingered.
"Let's just hope," he said quietly, "that Ren doesn't turn his gaze our way next."
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Attached is Hiratsuka Shizuka from Oregairu.