Part 1: Fate
The scene shifted to Ryuk and Marin.
They were walking through the forest.
The forest looked calm.
Everything felt normal, just like usual.
The wind moved gently through the trees, and the silence of nature surrounded them.
Then they started to talk.
"Where do you live?" Ryuk asked.
"In the Demon Castle," Marin replied.
"Damn… you mean you live in that castle?" Ryuk said.
"Yeah," Marin answered calmly.
"By the way, how long have you been training?" Ryuk asked.
"Since my childhood," Marin said.
"Oh… then what's your age?" Ryuk asked.
"Around 80 years old," Marin replied.
Ryuk looked at her figure.
"She doesn't look like 80… she looks very cute and hot…"
"Although for demons, their birth age doesn't matter."
"Their mental age actually matters—how they truly grow."
Ryuk thought in his mind.
"Then what's your real mental age?" Ryuk asked.
"16 years," Marin replied.
"Oh… then she and I are the same age mentally."
Ryuk thought.
After walking for a while, they found a vacant area.
Marin looked at Ryuk.
"What should we train?" she asked.
Ryuk replied, "We should fight each other."
"So our skills will improve automatically."
Marin nodded.
"I agree."
They both took their positions.
Then the battle began.
Marin and Ryuk both transformed their swords.
Ashbringer and Hailmaker shifted into their first form—
Soul Bond Sword Form.
They rushed at each other.
Ryuk attacked Marin with a 90-degree slash.
Marin dodged it effortlessly.
She countered immediately.
"Demon Swordstyle: Piercing Cut."
Her blade moved from forward to backward in a swift motion.
The attack was sharp and precise.
It struck Ryuk's upper body.
Ryuk lunged backward.
He used his breathing technique and healed himself.
Then he rushed forward again.
He was fast.
But Marin was just as fast.
She moved behind him in an instant.
She attacked.
Ryuk blocked it with his sword.
Marin stepped backwards.
Then suddenly, she moved her sword in a fancy and complex way.
Her blade danced in the air.
And in the next moment—
It slashed Ryuk's upper chest and shoulders.
"It is Demon Swordstyle," Ryuk said.
In Demon Swordstyle, people perform fancy, complex, and difficult movements.
These movements are hard to execute, but extremely powerful.
Demon Swordstyle is considered one of the hardest styles to master—
Second only to South Swordstyle.
That is why it is so unpredictable.
That is why it is so dangerous.
And this time—
Ryuk's opponent was someone highly skilled in it.
Ryuk transformed his sword again.
It shifted into Fusion Sword Form.
Marin also transformed her sword without wasting time.
She attacked.
Her slashes released sharp diamond spikes.
Ryuk barely dodged them.
Marin's sword carried the power of diamond.
Every attack she made released piercing diamonds.
Ryuk launched multiple slashes toward her.
Marin casually swung her sword—
And destroyed every incoming attack.
Then she began moving her sword randomly.
Like she was dancing.
And suddenly—
Ryuk was hit.
"Sometimes Demon Swordstyle moves feel like dance moves…"
"Because of their complexity…"
Ryuk thought.
Ryuk then released mist from his sword.
It spread across the battlefield.
Now Marin couldn't see clearly.
Ryuk moved quickly.
He closed the distance—
And slashed.
He struck her once.
The part he hit began to freeze.
But Marin didn't hold back.
She launched multiple attacks at Ryuk.
Her sword moved like a dance—
Random, fluid, unpredictable.
Her strikes landed across Ryuk's body.
She spun 360 degrees—
Cutting every visible part of him.
Diamonds pierced his skin with every movement.
Ryuk stepped backwards again.
Marin swung her sword in the air.
Two diamonds appeared mid-air.
Then—
From that released multiple drill-like diamond spikes.
They lunged at Ryuk.
Ryuk ran at high speed.
The diamonds fired like a machine gun.
He dodged many—
But some pierced his body.
Marin didn't stop.
She rushed forward.
Her movements became even more unpredictable.
Her attacks became harder to read.
Her techniques were purely skill-based.
That was the true nature of Demon Swordstyle.
And because of that—
It was extremely difficult for Ryuk to counter.
But then—
Ryuk got an idea.
He lunged forward.
Marin swung her sword.
At that exact moment—
Ryuk turned and blended into the mist.
He disappeared.
Then he moved around Marin at high speed.
So fast that—
Marin became confused.
She used a technique.
"Demon Swordstyle: Air Cutter."
Multiple slashes erupted everywhere.
Everything around them was cut into micro pieces.
Even the mist was sliced apart.
But—
Ryuk wasn't there.
Because—
He was behind her.
He swung his sword with full power.
A massive mist blast erupted toward Marin.
The force destroyed multiple trees—
And even part of the land itself.
The battle ended.
Ryuk won.
Marin fell to the ground.
Ryuk walked toward her and helped her stand.
"You are very strong… you didn't even use your fourth form," Marin said.
"Yeah… but your Demon Swordstyle was really hard to counter," Ryuk replied.
"Although North Swordstyle relies on sword forms… that's why I was able to defeat you."
Then suddenly—
Both of them felt something strange.
Their vision blurred.
And they fainted.
When they woke up—
They were in a mysterious dark room.
"Where are we?" Marin asked.
"I don't know," Ryuk replied.
They looked forward.
There was a throne.
A knight-like figure was sitting on it.
And beside it—
A sword was embedded in a stone.
Marin looked at the sword.
Her eyes widened.
"No way…"
"No freaking way…"
"What do you mean?" Ryuk asked.
"Ryuk… that's the legendary sword Calvation," Marin said.
"Are you serious… is that really Calvation?" Ryuk said.
"The sword wielded by the Sword God himself…"
There was only one Sword God—
From the 1st Era of Tenzu.
He was the one who created all six swordstyles.
He was the founder of every sword technique.
It was said that he could rival an entire empire alone.
And his legendary sword was called Calvation.
Then suddenly—
The knight's helmet fell.
A long-haired, long-bearded aged man was revealed.
His eyes were completely white.
His face was filled with anger.
And then he spoke.
"The Watcher."
In the next moment—
Ryuk was teleported.
He appeared in a different world.
It doesn't looked like Earth.
But it had an old London-like atmosphere.
Everything was burning.
Everything was collapsing.
The entire world was being destroyed.
In the sky—
A mysterious black figure floated.
It formed a T-pose.
Then a voice echoed in his mind.
"Everything will be destroyed."
"Everything will be devoured."
"Everything will end."
"To save all worlds… save the Watcher."
"Even if your life is at risk."
Then Ryuk saw a face in front of him.
The voice called that person—
The Watcher.
It was—
Haruto Tabata.