Nearly six months had passed since the battle that shook the universe.
The Earth was no longer the grand world it once was — cities reduced to quiet settlements, towers replaced by wooden homes built with patient hands. Life was rebuilding itself.
From a mountain ridge, Sayo and Takumi stood side by side, looking down at the village that had once been a bustling city.
"It almost feels like one of those old fairy tales," Sayo said softly, her voice carrying both awe and melancholy.
Takumi smirked faintly. "Yeah… it does. Peaceful. Almost unreal."
She hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to reach for his hand — but she faltered halfway.
Takumi noticed. Without a word, he took her hand in his own, fingers curling warmly around hers.
The wind carried the scent of spring. The golden sunlight washed over them.
Sayo smiled. "Come on… today's a wedding. We can't be late."
"Right," Takumi replied with a small grin. "It's almost time."
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The Wedding
The church bells rang, their echo rolling over the hills. Inside, sunlight poured through stained-glass windows, painting the walls in colors of blue, red, and gold. Everyone was already gathered, the air thick with joy and anticipation.
The doors opened, and Aika stepped in — her wedding dress like woven starlight.
Renjiro froze. His breath caught, his cheeks warmed, and for the first time in a long while, the mighty cosmic god was speechless.
Takumi leaned over and whispered, teasing, "Careful, Renjiro… you're turning red."
Aika met Renjiro's gaze, her eyes shimmering.
"It's been so many years," she said softly, her voice trembling with happiness. "Finally… we're together."
And in that moment, memories long buried stirred — a life before this one, a love that had defied the heavens.
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Renjiro's Past Life – The Fall of the Cosmic God
Two thousand years ago, Renjiro had not been human. He was Amaterasu no Kōtei, the Cosmic God, ruler of the infinite skies. His domain stretched across galaxies, and his voice could command the dance of the stars.
Among the marble halls of the celestial realm walked a mortal girl — Ayaka.
She served tea to the gods, tended gardens that bloomed with light instead of flowers, and her laughter was music in a place where silence reigned.
Renjiro loved her — quietly, fiercely, hopelessly. But the laws of the heavens forbade a god to love a mortal.
When the council of gods declared that mortals were unworthy to walk among them, Ayaka was condemned. She was executed before Renjiro's eyes, her only crime being that she had captured the heart of a god.
Grief burned into rage.
The skies turned crimson for seven days as Renjiro unleashed his fury.
He shattered constellations, broke thrones, and struck down gods with the weight of entire worlds in his hands. None could match him — until Izanagi, the god of order, stepped forward.
Izanagi wielded a forbidden magic — the power to seal even the strongest god.
The battle between them shook creation. Stars fell like rain, planets burned, and the void itself trembled. But in the end, Renjiro's strength faltered.
In a desperate final act, he wove a reincarnation spell, binding his soul to the cycle of life so that one day, in another body, he might rise again.
But Izanagi's sealing magic struck in the same instant, trapping his divine power inside a crystal — the Hoshi no Shinzui (Star's Core).
His soul slipped away, powerless… until centuries later, he was reborn as a human named Renjiro. His power slept — and so did his memories.
It wasn't until fate placed Aika, Ayaka's reincarnation, before him that the fragments began to stir. And when the seal broke, the Cosmic God awoke once more.
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Back to the Present
The vision faded. The music swelled.
Renjiro, still holding Aika's hand, began walking down the aisle. The guests smiled and whispered blessings. His heart, once weighed by centuries of loss, now beat with quiet peace.
Behind them came Haruto and Miyako, fingers interlaced, Miyako radiant in her gown.
Then Takumi and Sayo, both smiling shyly yet unable to hide their joy.
In the audience, Tsubasa and Mizuki stood side by side, hands joined, sharing a look that spoke of promises unspoken but deeply felt.
It wasn't just a wedding.
It was the first chapter of a new world — a group wedding for a family forged through battles, loss, and miracles.
The photographer called for everyone to gather, and the shutter clicked.
One photograph — eight lives bound together by destiny, smiling under a new sun.
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The story closed with laughter and warmth.
This was not the end — only the ending of the beginning.