Ryūjin Jakka Awakens
Night.
Alexander stood alone in a sealed Asgardian training chamber.
The three forged weapons rested nearby.
Finally—
He reached for the zanpakutō.
The moment Ryūjin Jakka was unsheathed—
🔥 The air burned 🔥
Not wildly.
Not destructively.
Imperially.
"So…"
"…these are the blades you forged."
The voice did not echo.
It commanded.
Alexander did not bow.
He simply placed the weapons before the blade.
Judgment of the Oldest Flame
Ryūjin Jakka's fire rolled outward, brushing the Night Sky Sword first.
The void-black blade absorbed the heat.
Did not resist.
Did not flee.
"…A blade that devours darkness yet does not corrupt itself."
"…Acceptable."
The flames moved to the Blue Rose Sword.
Ice and fire met—
And balanced.
No explosion.
No steam.
Perfect equilibrium.
"…Cold that preserves instead of destroys."
"…You understand restraint."
Then—
The flames wrapped around the Vortex Vanquisher.
The spear did not heat.
The fire flowed through its runes and returned—purified.
"…Fire that flows like water."
The chamber trembled.
"…You did not forge tools."
"…You forged principles."
Ryūjin Jakka fell silent.
Then spoke one final line.
"…I recognize them."
"…But remember—"
"…I remain the flame that ends all things."
Alexander nodded.
"I wouldn't want you any other way."
The sword hummed—pleased.
The One Above All Watches
Beyond dimensions.
Beyond narratives.
Beyond even Yggdrasil's reach—
The One Above All observed.
Not with judgment.
With interest.
"He does not seek dominion…"
A pause.
"…Yet he forges weapons worthy of gods."
TOAA saw it clearly:
Alexander did not create weapons for war He did not create them for conquest He created them to understand balance
Fire that listens.
Ice that preserves.
Void that obeys.
"…A creator who understands consequence."
TOAA smiled.
"This one will not break the story."
"He will deepen it."
The gaze lingered longer than before.
Alexander, the Scholar
While gods whispered—
Alexander sat in the Asgardian Grand Library.
Towering shelves.
Runes older than Midgard.
Scrolls written before stars were named.
He read quietly.
Studied:
Ancient Asgardian rune matrices Seiðr-based spell compression Elemental authority harmonization Dimensional anchoring techniques
Raphael assisted silently.
Raphael: "Master, your magical efficiency increases by 0.7% per hour."
Alexander turned a page.
"Good."
Other princes trained to conquer.
Alexander trained to understand.
Librarians watched in silence.
A child absorbing centuries like water into the sea.
Closing Scene
That night—
Yggdrasil's branches glowed faintly.
Ryūjin Jakka rested peacefully.
Three forged weapons resonated softly.
And Alexander—
A Dark Phoenix by blood—
Chose knowledge over flames.