Nemo - SMW III - Feudal Fairy Tales & Fighting Futures

by Spaceman

Survivor of the Myriad World Book 2 - It's 1394, N2 has arrived on Horai Island during the Invasion of Four War Gods. In a twisted world that combines the works of Rumiko Takahashi and Yoshihiro Togashi, what kind of future will the Heroes of Another world make? Bi-Monthly. MHA x Marvel x Fairy Tail x BLEACH x Inuyasha x YYH

3. Chapter 3

Nemo – Survivor of the Myriad Worlds III

Feudal Fairy Tales & Fighting Futures.

SIOC multi-crossover

Story Start: June 13, 2024

Disclaimer:

My Hero Academia (Boku no Hīrō Akademia) is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi and Shueisha.

Marvel Characters belongs to Marvel Comics.

Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima and Kodansha.

BLEACH belongs to Tite Kubo and Shueisha.

Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takakashi (as does all her other works)

Yuyu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi (as does all his other works).

OCs belong to Spaceman (Me).

All characters and Ideas belong to their respective owners. This is a work of non-profit and no offense is intended. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Notes:

For those wondering, I write self-inserts because I enjoy them. I always add NewMystery because not only is he my proofreader, he's a friend. I also think the two of us balance things out. I find it easy to write power fantasy SI and the only reason my characters don't go God mode and solve all problems is because it makes for a very boring story.

Why are the story chapters so LONG? I like long stories and I don't tend to read stories that are under 10K. I also like stories with a lot of information and details. Examples include MadHat886 and Pyeknu.

I don't do revisions, so I won't make changes in past fics.

Constructive comments and likes only, no flames.

Ch 2 - Guest, Alan, and OmniIBIBUltraInstinctGodzilla- Thanks for the comments.

Chapter 03 – Tales of the New Generation

*Nemo*

1567

Eiroku 10

January 23 – After 45 years' reign, the Jiajing Emperor, Zhu Houcong, dies in the Forbidden City of China.

September 27 – After the 2-week Siege of Inabayama Castle, the Oda clan capture Gifu Castle from the Saitō clan in Japan.

November 21 (10th day of 11th month, Eiroku 10) – In Japan, the Tōdai-ji Great Buddha Hall in the Nara Prefecture is destroyed after a six-month siege by Matsunaga Hisahide against Miyoshi Nagaitsu and the Miyoshi clan. Reconstruction of the temple does not take place until 140 years later in 1709.

1567 was marked by Oda Nobunaga's consolidation of power in Japan through military conquests and strategic alliances while China faced challenges from wokou piracy amid a backdrop of political instability within the Ming dynasty.

*Nemo*

Near the coast, I watch as my children stand against their own opponents.

Kurogane Horai

My eldest son with Irene. He was born in this world and registers as a black dragon daiyōkai, despite my origins. I'm guessing Oda could explain it, but it doesn't matter to me, because he's my son. In human form, he stands over two meters tall which dwarves Inuyasha's entire family (excluding Sesshōmaru's canine form). He has Irene's brown eyes and long scarlet hair, but his skin tone is darker, but not as black as my skin tone. His hair is also very spiky like an anime character. He's currently dressed in red-and-black clothing and armor, which shows off both his wealth and his warrior nature. If I remember correctly his armor was made using his own dragon form's scales.

Kurogane's opponent is three-meter-tall humanoid in the modified armor of a Ming Dynasty warrior. The cuirasses he wears is made of dragon leather making it many times stronger than anything human crafters could make. He also wears a helmet that hides his face and any part of his not covered by dark clothing, is covered by dark bandages. His opponent has already lost his spear (Qiang) and is now using a Dao sword that emits a malicious aura.

"Kokuryū no Tsume!" (Black Dragon's Claw)

Kurogane channels his dragon heritage to summon dark energy into his hand, forming a powerful claw-like weapon. He moves towards his opponent with such supernatural speed it appears like he's flowing through the air. As he swings his arm, the dark energy manifests to giant impossibly black claws. These claws ignore the defenses of his opponent and cut completely through his armored opponent. As Kurogane disperses his claws, his opponent's body falls to the ground in pieces.

"That's twenty." says Kurogane, looking down at the nineteen other corpses on the beach. They are all identical, possessing the same height, build, and features. What is alarming is they all smell the same – an unnaturally hybridization of human and multiple yōkai combined with the smells of medicine and blood. "Sister Senka!"

"Almost done!"

Senka Horai

My eldest daughter with Irene. She was also born in this world and registers as a saint dragon daiyōkai by Nemo's Magitech, which is even harder to explain. Irene is a sage dragon from the world of Earth Land. The most notable feature of Sage Dragon Magic is the ability to amplify Magic or Magic Power and Enchantment to higher-than-normal levels, said to transcend the land, sky, and seas. Somehow this resulted in my daughter becoming a Saint Dragon possessing transcendent draconic energy manipulation.

She is a beautiful woman with scarlet eyes, dark skin like her brother, and long flowing scarlet hair reaching her ankles. If I didn't know about her heavily enchanted hair clip keeping her luscious lochs perpetually clean, I would wonder how she can keep her hair that long. She's dressed like the Princess she is in flowing red and black robes with a translucent silk robe that resembles the Ten'nyo no hagoromo, "Feathered Robe of the Celestial Maiden".

Her opponent is a sorcerer class who is casting spells from a distance. These include summoning thorny vines to bind and crush her, shooting explosive fireballs to incinerate her, trying to drop her to a crushing maw of earth, summon blades of metal dust and wind, and trying to drown her into freezing black water that leaves trails of ice.

Senka counters every spell. She slices the vines apart, extinguishes the flames with water mist, summons her own plants to fill and collapse the maw, melts the blades with her flames, and blocks the water with pillars of stone. Senka doesn't kill her final opponent like her other nineteen opponents that litter the ground, instead she seems to be toying him.

Her opponent is a Tao sorcerer dressed layered robes that signify his status and role. The outer robe, known as a yuanlingpao or round-collared robe, is made from high-quality silk, adorned with subtle embroidery depicting auspicious symbols like dragons. Beneath the outer robe, he wears a changshan or long shirt that is slightly longer than the outer robe, providing an elegant layering effect. Other than robes and a necklace of 108 beads, its body is covered in bandages with a features mask on his face. The mask itself has a talisman on it much like the hopping corpses known as jiangshi.

"Analyse complete. I don't need you anymore." says Senka to her emotionless opponent as a magic circle form around her. "Ryūjin no Hakai!" (Dragon God's Destruction)

She releases a devastating blast of energy that obliterates all in its path, leaving nothing but devastation behind. The Tao sorcerer attempts to block the brilliant beam with both a pillar of stone and a mystical barrier, neither one manages to slow the attack and the sorcerer suddenly develops a hole in his torso. There is an uncomfortably long pause then the sorcerer falls over.

"What took you, Senka?"

"I had an analyze spell running and I needed one of them alive to get the best readings."

"You're too much like Uncle Nobu." says Kurogane as he picks up one of the talismans dropped by the corpses. It's damaged like as if it exposed to the heat of a fire.

"You mean scary brilliant~?" she says with a dangerous tone in her voice.

"Yes." says Kurogane, being smart. "So, what did the spell say?"

"Those talismans would have turned the bodies to ash after their defeat if I didn't disable them in the beginning. Their creator didn't want his engineered soldiers being analyzed."

"Akihiko Kagayaku."

Akihiko Kagayaku is an onmyōji and sorcerer born in the tenth century. Akihiko is a man obsessed with power and immortality. Driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge and an unquenchable thirst for power, he has dedicated his entire life to the pursuit of these elusive goals. To reach these goals he's been conducting experiments on both humans and yōkai, which would make him an enemy of Horai even if The Gamer hadn't identified the man as the target of the Main Quest. N2 lost track of Akihiko after the incident with Ryūjinmaru.

"So, that lunatic went to China. It explains why Doctor Oda's information network hasn't caught him." says Kurogane.

"It also makes our parents' quest more challenging." says Senka, before she looks at her Quest rewards. Like all members of N2, she is connected to some form of The Gamer system, which gets its Quests from the planet itself. It grants them Inventories and reward them for completing those quests. "What the Fuck!?"

Kurogane is surprised. Senka is usually a refined beautiful Princess, she only swears like a 21st century Canadian when she's very shocked (something she got from me).

I step out of the shadows.

"You were watching dad?" asks Kurogane. It's not an accusation. He knows I have complete confidence in my children's ability to succeed in whatever they do. I only watch to see their successes and to spot anything they miss while their winning.

"And listening." I say to Senka.

She pulls out a vase that looks like it came from the Tang dynasty (618–907 AD) from her inventory and carefully hands it to me. I look at the Reward with analyze and I also have to say "Holy Shit!"

[The Waters of Mother-Child River]

Item

The Mother-Child River was a moat located in the center of Xiliang Women Kingdom. There was no man in the Xiliang Women Kingdom. When its female inhabitants were over 20 years old, they would drink water from the river and became pregnant without a man.

The Mother-Child River (Zǐ Mǔ Hé) is a mystical waterway that flows through the heart of the Xiliang Women Kingdom (xī liáng nǚ guó), a realm devoid of men. This enchanting river is not merely a body of water; it embodies the essence of fertility and life, serving as a sacred source for the kingdom's female inhabitants.

When women reach the age of 20, they partake in a ritualistic ceremony where they drink from the waters of the Mother-Child River. This act is steeped in tradition and belief, as it grants them the ability to conceive without male intervention. The river's waters are believed to be imbued with ancient magic, allowing for immaculate conception, thus ensuring the continuation of their lineage.

[Instant Pregnancy]

"What the fuck? This is from Journey to the West. While passing through the Xiliang Women Kingdom, they drank from the river, got pregnant despite being all male, and needed to drink from an abortion spring inside a mountain." I exclaim. I don't want to be anywhere near this shit, even if I have God-tier magic resistance. I'm having horrific flashbacks to that Arnold Schwarzenegger film Junior. "So, what does this have to do with Akihiro?"

"I've found some information among the texts I scanned." says Oda over communications, surprising me a little. I should have guessed that he was listening in. "According to some texts from China, the Xiliang Women Kingdom did exist for a time, but eventually one enemy managed to damage the Abortion Spring causing it to flow into the river, destroying both magics. Without that spring, they couldn't maintain their matriarchal rulership. The majority of them travelled to the West to the Bayankala mountains and joined the Village of Women Heroes."

The Joketsuzoku in Japanese, Nǚjié zú in Mandarin, more commonly known by their Viz Media English translation as Chinese Amazons.

*Nemo*

1568

Eiroku 11

In 1568, a significant turning point occurred in Japanese history when Oda Nobunaga entered Kyoto and installed Ashikaga Yoshiaki as the 15th shōgun of the Ashikaga Shogunate. This event marked the beginning of the Azuchi-Momoyama period, which was characterized by Nobunaga's efforts to unify Japan after a prolonged era of civil war known as the Sengoku period.

*Nemo*

Horai

1568

Doctor Nobunara Oda is very aware what his namesake is doing and he's being careful to stay out of history. In the MHA-Earth, one of Oda's children survived and Nobunara is his descendant. Unlike his famous ancestor, he's more devoted to science than military conquest. He's used his vast knowledge of science and Magitech he developed in Earth Land to transform the hidden island of Horai into a paradise.

Currently, Oda is using [Build Points] to expand on Horai-jima. For him, he's clicking on buttons on a screen showing a large map of the island, much like a construction-focused app game, but the effects in the real world are more spectacular,

Many of the children of Horai are watching from a safe distance behind barriers as parts of the island expand outward into the sea. Tens of thousands of tons of stone rises from the water and immediately covered by dirt or gravel, any seaweed or salt immediately removed as it never existed; in actuality, being moved to his Inventory. For those yōkai and hanyō possessing esoteric senses, they can see the flows of spiritual energy expanding from the island's vibrant network into the new land.

Nobunara's efforts are impressive as if it wasn't for Horai's improved barriers, Horai would be joining Hokkaido, Honshu, Kyushu, and Shikoku as a main island of Japan. Horai has gotten BIG, but the [Build Points] are getting scarce.

"Nemo hasn't called. He must still be following that lead."

[ALERT!]

[Emergency Quest]

[Kaede's Village]

"Shit."

*Nemo*

Using a Fast Travel point he set, it only takes seconds for Oda to arrive in the village and immediately see the problem.

A large number of people, both human villagers and non-villagers are on the ground with bulging veins and discolored skin. The bluish tint in the skin indicates Cyanosis, problems with either there breathing and/or circulatory problems. One tenth of them are still moving and their bodies are mutating, developing bulbous fish eyes and scales. This could only mean one thing - the toxin of Mermaid Flesh.

With a couple commands, he loads his teddy bear minions with the antidote and has them go in all directions. The little stuffed bears punch those who have been poisoned and injectors hidden in their soft paws do their duty. The effects are immediate as the bulging veins relax and there breathing returns to normal.

Normally, Mermaid Toxin will kill in seconds, but Oda has been secretly spreading poison resistance formulas among the villagers (disguised mostly as herbal medicine). Considering how often Naraku used poison and how he loved to make Inuyasha suffer, protecting Kaede's village was the smart thing to do. This slowed the changes in the body, so organs weren't immediately destroyed and the shock of the changes wasn't too great.

It's not perfect as some villagers died due to complications.

As for the Lost Ones – the monstrous immortal amphibious creatures that humans become 10% of the time, those who were in the early stages of transformation have reverted back to being human or can be fully restored with a few treatments. Those possessing more complete transformations collapse to the ground as the anti-toxin becomes a poison to them, destroying their mutated cells.

Towa, Setsuna, & Moroha (16). Kohaku (36), Hisui (21), Kagome (40), Sango (41), and Miroku (43) emerge from the buildings and are happy to see Oda. Kohaku, Hisui, and Miruku look like shit, pale and sweating. This is an indication they were poisoned until recently. Sango and Kagome look like they avoided the forbidden sushi, while Moroha looks a little nauseous. Towa and Setsuna with their poison immunity could eat Mermaid with side order of pufferfish and blue-ringed octopus for dessert.

"What happened?"

"Members of the Uesugi clan and some Samurai came to village to recruit Demon Slayers and we were having a discussion over a meal. There was a yōkai disguised as a member of Uesugi's group and he poisoned the food with mermaid flesh."

"Why didn't anyone notice him?"

"He was good at hiding his energy and he was possessing the chef's body so he didn't have a scent." says Sango, "I was able to taste the mermaid flesh, so I was able to warn some of men. When the infiltrator was exposed, he attempted to escape."

She points to where a human corpse dressed like a Japanese chef lies on the ground. There is also a strange yōkai that looks like a small oni face (red humanoid with fangs and small horns) and a mass of purple and black tendrils looking like hair. A yōkai that is now dead and decaying due to a throwing dagger imbedded in its skull.

"Thankfully, the mala were able to purge my family." says Miroku

"How did you manage to avoid eating it Kagome?"

"I... didn't." says Kagome, confused and having time to think.

Slowly, that begins to sink in for everyone.

"Oh shit. While I've figured out how to prevent those lacking compatibility from dying of the toxin and revert those in the early stages of the Lost One transformation, I don't have a cure of those who become 'capital-I' Immortal." says Oda, explaining his research. Very difficult because mermaids are super rare, "At least one that doesn't kill them in the process. Which, obviously, defeats the entire purpose of a 'cure'."

At least Kagome doesn't have to worry about her friends and family getting old while she stays young. Outside of Kaede and Miroku's family, everyone she knows contains yōkai blood. If they are not killed, they can live for many centuries if not thousands of years.

When she was trapped in the future after the death of Naraku and the vanishing of the Shikon, part of her hoped Inuyasha would appear around the corner, but now she realizes a possible reason he didn't appear was because she didn't want to meet herself and cause a paradox.

"And the Tale of the Immortal Miko began that day." comments Oda.

"Well, that doesn't sound portentous..." Miroku deadpanned.

*Nemo*

1593

Bunroku 2

The Siege of Pyongyang (February 1593)
In early 1593, the Siege of Pyongyang was a significant military conflict during the Japanese invasions of Korea (Imjin War). The siege involved the allied forces of Ming China and Joseon Korea against the Japanese troops led by Konishi Yukinaga. After several days of intense fighting, the allied forces successfully besieged Pyongyang, forcing the Japanese to retreat. This marked a turning point in the war as it demonstrated the effectiveness of combined Chinese and Korean military efforts against Japanese aggression.

February 8 – Siege of Pyongyang (1593): A Japanese invasion is defeated in Pyongyang by a combined force of Korean and Ming troops.

February 12 – Battle of Haengju: Korea defeats Japan.

*Nemo*

Korea

1593

It's been twenty-six years since we learned Akihiko Kagayaku escaped in mainland China. Nemo sent scouts into China, but Japan's recent invasion of Korea has complicated things. As always Horai is staying out of the conflict and history.

The Japanese invasions of Korea, commonly known as the Imjin War, involved two separate yet linked invasions: an initial invasion in 1592, a brief truce in 1596, and a second invasion in 1597. These wars resulted in over a million civilian and military deaths (including over two hundred sixty thousand troops killed or wounded). Over fifty thousand Koreans were captured. Twenty thousand Ming soldiers also died. On the Japanese side, another hundred thousand died. So many deaths resulted in a rise of yōkai, both Japanese and Korean.

I did get a Quest to find an Agent of Akihiko Kagayaku in Korea.

An extremely beautiful Korean woman in hanbok, which consisted of a jeogori (a short jacket) and chima (a long skirt). The colors and patterns of hanbok indicate nobility of the Joseon Dynasty. The ethereal beauty has a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, porcelain-like skin, and almond-shaped gold eyes. Her long flowing hair is a dark auburn.

Many men have fallen for this beauty, but I'm very aware of what she is.

A Gumiho, also known as "Kumiho", is a mythical creature from Korean folklore, often depicted as a nine-tailed fox. This entity embodies both beauty and danger, typically transforming into a stunning woman to lure unsuspecting victims, primarily men.

The Gumiho possesses extraordinary powers including shapeshifting, superhuman strength and speed, illusion manipulation, and regenerative abilities. It is also known for using a mystical object called the yeowoo guseul, or "fox marble," which allows it to absorb human energy through deep kisses.

The Gumiko looks calm on the outside, but is clearly terrified at my draconic aura. While Kyubi no Yoko and Ryū (Japanese dragons) of Japan are rivals at worst, the Chinese huli jing are considered nuisances to the Long (Chinese Dragons). The Korean Gumiko and Yong (Korean Dragons) have a VERY bad relationship.

"I'm not here to hunt you, Hwa-Soo." I say in Korean.

"How do you know my name, if you're not hunting me?" says the woman

"I know because I received a Quest from a powerful spirit. We have already rescued Hwan-woo from Kenshiro Takeda."

The woman cries out and generates an impressive nine-tailed aura.

"Where is my son!?"

"Your son is safely in the care of one of my wives." I say as Izumi comes out of my shadow, escorted by two of my Knight Kahn. In her arms is chubby red-haired Korean baby with fox wears on the top of his head, Baby Hwan-woo is asleep with N2-brand pacifier in his mouth.

Despite sensing Izumi's power, the nine-tailed fox immediately rushes over to her baby.

"Why isn't he waking up?"

"The Pacifier has a spell on it to prevent the baby from hearing loud noises and sensing strong powers. My co-wife Irene developed it so our own babies wouldn't make up all the time. If the babies woke up every time the members of the Fairy Tail Guild made noise, I would have had to put them in the hospital."

The Korean fox has no idea who "Fairy Tail" are, but can guess they are a noisy, rambunctious group. She understands as she cursed one loud-mouth land owner who kept waking up her precious kit with extremely bad luck. Oda's report sounds like a Korean attempt at a 16th century Three Stooges.

Two more Knight Kahn also carry out a heavily bound Kenshiro Takeda. Kenshiro Takeda is a striking figure, standing tall at approximately 6 feet with a muscular build that reflects his years of training as a soldier. His face is angular, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that gives him an intimidating presence. He has deep-set, piercing dark brown eyes that seem to hold a mixture of cruelty and determination. The dark tanned man is dressed in dark gray kimono.

"Ah, the infamous Gumiko and her pathetic little hero. How quaint it is to see you both standing there, believing you can protect what is rightfully mine. You think your powers and your noble intentions can shield you from the reality of this world? Look at me—captor of your precious child, a mere half-breed who will never know the strength of either parent..."

His monologue is cut off by my slap, which knocks out several of his teeth and stains his mustache.

"What is with villains and monologuing? You're not here to talk. You are here to die. " I comment before gesturing to Hwa-Soo.

"You... you would allow me? You don't fear or become offended?"

"Foxes become incredibly powerful as they age, but they need energy to maintain those levels of power and can't generate it themselves. Japanese foxes are blessed by Inari, so they can survive without feeding on life energy and China has a history of Chi mages, but Korea is not as lucky."

It's much like vampires and succubae in some worlds. They have to consume from humans to survive and have to kill humans to defend themselves and get the "evil" title. In truth, in many of these worlds, a few donations or synthetic options would radically change how people would see them. The island of Horai has immense number of resources which can change anyone's life.

There are universes where demons are pure monsters who only imitate human emotions like in Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, an anime that I received from a random [Universal Gift]. Beasts in the form of human children that have no concept of parenting, but call out "momma" because it prevents their human prey from killing them (preying on sympathy). Creatures that use human kindness against humanity and its allies.

In this universe, everything is a shade of grey even when it comes to human-devouring entities.

Kenshiro Takeda cries out in fear as the angry mama nine-tails grabs him. Tendrils of luminescent mist flows from the Japanese soldier into the Gumiko, whose hair is flowing around her like the nine tails of the fox. I recognize those flows as Qi (also known as Chi and Ki).

"Can you really help me and my kit?" says the nine-tailed-fox, silently casting a truth-seeking spell. Using a magical lie detector on people without their permission would be offensive to some, but I can understand from a parent's perspective.

"When Oda learned of Horai's Qi flows, he experimented on them and now a thousand of your kind could literally live contently by just breathing in the air of the island."

In the context of Asian philosophies, Qi represents the vital force that flows through all living things and connects them to the universe. It is considered essential for health and well-being; a balanced flow of Qi is believed to be necessary for maintaining good health. Disruptions or imbalances in Qi can lead to illness or discomfort. There are entire branches of esoteric medicine that deal with manipulating the flow of Qi in one's system from pressure points to chakras (what Naruto calls Eight Gates are called Chakras by everyone else).

Having all of your Qi drained by a supernatural being is very fatal. I watch as Takeda withers like a Japanese flower drained of moisture. His hair doesn't turn white because that takes time, but body becomes an emaciated husk that looks older than she is chronologically. As she lets go of the corpse, it crumbles to dust leaving empty clothing and what remains of Takeda's ponytail to get blown away by the wind.

"Oda won't experiment on me and my child, right?"

"No worries. Thanks to a trio of murderous pirates from a century ago, all research of kitsune was completed."

Hwa-Soo looks a little better. Those kitsune pirates liked to play on children and if Hwa-Soo saw what Oda did to them in his research, she would probably turn bloodless white.

"So, what now?" asks the fox and she looks down at her half-human baby.

"Now? Horai is waiting for its new citizens."

*Beep*

"Hold that thought."

I activate my Gamer console, half-expecting a notification of my successful completion of my mission or yet another Quest from Gaea. Instead, I receive some welcome news.

"Danjuro, Minami, and Kaina are Back!"

*Nemo*

Danjuro, Minami, and Kaina have been gone for far less time for them. It's been centuries since N2 saw them, but for them it's only been a few years. Time between dimensions can be very weird.

What is even stranger is Danjuro, Minami, and Kaina have changed the most of our group, despite the rest of us experiencing more time.

They have spent years in the world of Toriko, absorbing Gourmet cells, consuming gourmet food beyond human imagination, and learning the secrets of Food Honor. In a Universe based around cooking and consuming other things, they have reached Earthly heights.

Danjuro was always a physically fit man, as former Hero Academia student and athletic villain, even before he even met Oda. Now under his pristine suit, he's rippling muscle fueled by gastronomical delights and brutal training. When fully unleashed, his muscles make him look like Lord Escanor from Seven Deadly Sins at around 11 am, only with silver hair and aura of tea scent instead of sun's pride. Fortunately, he's learned enough body manipulation to keep himself slim and agile when he doesn't need the raw muscle.

Danjuro has also earned a name in the world of Toriko as the greatest master chef of tea making - "The Tea Saint.". It sounds humorous until you realize how overpowered some of these chefs are. There is a little old lady who can slice a fish so quickly and perfectly, the bones continue to swim because the fish doesn't know it's dead!

His wife Minami originally only possessed a Quirk that boosted the stats of the one she loved, but thanks to Oda she got a sexy new body complete with an additional hair manipulation Quirk from the villainess Kiruka Hasaki. Since then, she has gained even more abilities due to [Universal Gifts] and magic in Earth Land.

Now thanks to the Gourmet Cells, what she can do with her hair shocks me. She can do everything from lift super giant mammoths (ones that would make African bush elephant (Loxodonta Africana) look like a child's toy in comparison) to wrap around nerve fibers with her individual hairs and puppeteer a beast. Abilities Oda pointed out were like Sunny's.

Kaina is back too, but not for long as she's found a home in the World of Food. She's much happier since she doesn't have to shoot bullets at people. She spent many of her years being manipulated by the corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission, killing many people including criminals, terrorists, corrupt heroes, and others. When the killing became too much for her, she rebelled and spent years in the worst prison - Special Prison for Villain Criminals - Tartarus.

Kaina found some happiness helping Oda and N2 fight against monsters in the magical world of Earth Land. Instead of fighting for the politics of her corrupt government masters, she was killing actual monsters to save the lives and souls of people.

Then, she found happiness as a Bishoku-ya (Gourmet Food Provider). She hunts dangerous beasts, protecting people and providing food. She has gone from being the human sniper rifle she was ashamed of into a hunting rifle she can be proud of.

Danjuro, Minami, and Kaina have brought back food from that other world, even live creatures with capture levels below a hundred. Long ago, the alternate Earth of Toriko was infected by Gourmet cells and has been growing (cooking) ever since. The part that still resembles Earth is the human world, while the vast majority is the Gourmet World.

CL 100 being the maximum level the human world's limit in the world of Toriko. Creatures with levels over a hundred could threaten entire continents and it was later revealed that creatures with levels in the thousands exist and could devour entire worlds and stars.

Oda took one look at Danjuro's inventory and started building Biotopes.

A Biotope is an area of uniform environmental conditions providing a living place for a specific assemblage of plants and animals. Oda had already created small ones for growing legendary plants and animals, endangered species and medicinal herbs that only survive in areas of dense spiritual energy. The kind of animals and plants that characters in magical fantasy worlds or martial arts hero worlds would adventure into lost valleys to obtain, but Oda can cultivate like a farming sim.

And given the guy had read the entire 43-volume run in full paperback multiple times before Reincarnating, he was quite passionate about the project.

*Nemo*

1643

Kan'ei 20

In 1643, significant developments occurred within the context of the Qing dynasty's rise to power in China. This year marked a transitional period as Hong Taiji, the second emperor of the Qing dynasty, had died in September 1643. His death led to a power struggle among Manchu nobles regarding succession. The Qing dynasty was still consolidating its control over China following its conquest of Beijing in June 1644 after the fall of the Ming dynasty.

Succession Crisis: Following Hong Taiji's death, there was no clear succession plan due to traditional practices among the Manchus that involved electing their leader through a council of nobles. This uncertainty created a power vacuum and internal conflict among potential successors.

Preparation for Conquest: During this time, preparations were underway for further military campaigns against remaining Ming loyalists and other factions resisting Qing rule. The Qing forces were strategically positioned to exploit the disarray within the Ming government, which was facing peasant uprisings and internal strife.

In Japan, 1643 fell within the early years of the Tokugawa shogunate, which had been established after Tokugawa Ieyasu's victory at the Battle of Sekigahara in 1600. By this time, Ieyasu had passed away (in 1616), and his grandson Tokugawa Iemitsu was consolidating power.

Sakoku Policy Development: The Tokugawa shogunate began implementing policies that would lead to sakoku (national isolation). Although sakoku would not be fully enforced until later in the decade (around 1639), discussions and early measures to limit foreign influence were already taking shape during this period.

Christian Persecution: In response to growing concerns about Christianity's influence and potential rebellion (notably after events like the Shimabara Rebellion in 1637-1638), there was an ongoing crackdown on Christians and foreign missionaries. This included executions and expulsions aimed at eliminating foreign religious influences from Japan.

*Nemo*

Enma's Palace

1643

In East Asian and Buddhist mythology, Yama is the King of Hell and a dharmapala (wrathful god) said to judge the dead and preside over the Narakas (hells) and the cycle of saṃsāra (reincarnation). He may be another manifestation of Yama, also known as Kāla and Dharmarāja - the Hindu god of death and justice, responsible for the dispensation of law and punishment of sinners in his abode, Naraka. It makes odd sense considering Yama means "Twin".

The entity who would be worshipped in China, Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam, Bhutan, Mongolia, Thailand, Sri Lanka, Cambodia, Myanmar and Laos is terrifying to most mortals.

Enma is the Japanese manifestation of Yama. Great King Enma, also known as Enma-daiou, is a giant figure with a prominent beard, embodying the traditional image of a powerful ruler. His appearance is characterized by large, imposing features, which convey both authority and intimidation. He wears elaborate robes reminiscent of ancient Chinese government officials, often associated with the Tang Dynasty, which adds to his regal presence.

His facial expression is usually stern or angry, reflecting his strict and short-tempered nature. Despite this fierce exterior, there are moments in the series that hint at a more complex personality beneath the surface. Notably, he is sometimes shown wearing glasses, which contrasts with his otherwise beastly portrayal in some scenes and emphasizes his wisdom and intellect.

"Lord Nanashi of Horai, the Black Dragon King who protects the treasure island of Horai." says Enma-daiou, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder, "Do you know why I have summoned you?"

"The Barriers."

"Correct. The Barriers between the worlds are nearly ready. The age of yōkai is ending."

The sealing between worlds is vital because it will stop the majority of manifestations. With the spiritual energy flows between worlds controlled by the spirit world, the bloody conflicts of humanity will no longer spawn numerous yōkai. N2 and Horai is very aware of the reasons why the barrier is going up. It's not just to stop a repeat of the Sengoku Jidai's armies of yōkai, but a fear of the future, of "Dai-Nippon Sensō".

"Horai will be one of the last connections between the worlds existing in the Earth Realm. There will be many foolish demons who attempt to control your island so as to pass between."

"And they will die at my hands; or worse, at Oda's." I comment.

"That's why I say 'foolish demons'" says Emma with a grim smile.

"You two can be very scary." comes a young voice and I turn to see a toddler with a red obi sash tied at the waist of a pink-trimmed blue robe over brown pants and black shoes. He also has a pacifier that contains a lot of spiritual energy to my senses.

"Lord Koemma."

Enma-daiou's son King Enma Junior, also known as Koemma. Unlike Hades and Persephone's child/aspect Zagreus and Osirus' son Horus, Koemma is not as well known. This is probably deliberate on Emma's part as he's protecting his son until he can defend himself among the Gods. The problem is with the world's population, his workload is also going up quickly and by the modern era, Koemma will be taking over a lot of duties to help his father.

"What's your report, son?"

"The guards have given the message to their master." says Koemma before holding up an orb that projects an image.

The setting is a dimly lit room in Edo Castle, with Tokugawa Iemitsu seated at a low table surrounded by advisors. The atmosphere is tense as news arrives about the Spirit World's actions.

"Ah, so it has come to this—a barrier erected by those who dwell beyond our realm! It seems that the age of Yōkai is drawing to a close. One cannot help but ponder the implications of such an act. For centuries, these beings have danced on the fringes of our existence; they have been both our protectors and our tormentors."

He pauses, contemplating the weight of his words.

"Yet now, with humanity's future seemingly secured within this barrier, we must ask ourselves: What does it mean for us? Are we to be left alone in our pursuits? Or are we merely pawns in a game played by forces beyond our comprehension?"

Iemitsu leans forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he addresses his advisors.

"We have long sought to control what lies beyond our borders—be it foreign nations or supernatural entities. This barrier may grant us peace for now, but it also raises questions about our sovereignty over our own fate. Will we become complacent? Will we forget that strength lies not only in walls but also in understanding?"

He gestures emphatically.

"The Yōkai have taught us valuable lessons—of respect for nature's power and caution against hubris. If we sever ties with them completely, do we risk losing part of ourselves? Our culture is steeped in their stories; they are woven into the very fabric of who we are."

Iemitsu's voice grows more resolute.

"Thus, while I acknowledge this barrier as a necessary measure for stability in these turbulent times, let us not forget that true strength lies in balance. We must strive to coexist with what remains rather than erase it entirely. We should seek knowledge from these beings instead of fearing them."

He concludes with a somber tone.

"In this new era dictated by humanity's will alone, let us ensure that wisdom guides our actions lest we find ourselves haunted by what once was—a world rich with mystery now reduced to mere memory."

"Long winded, wasn't he?" says Koemma.

"The barrier only stops high-level yōkai and moderates the spiritual flows, but many yōkai are seeing it as a chance to hide from the mortals and fade from history. In the future, yōkai will be creatures of story books."

The Masquerade begins.

"Out of curiosity, how did Iemitsu's guards know what they did?" ask Koemma

"Tokugawa Iemitsu's bodyguards are tengu shihanyō." I reply to the young god's question, "In truth, the tengu are protecting the cities themselves, regulating the yōkai that are now becoming invisible to the spiritually unaware."

"What will happen when those city guardians die out?"

"By then the cities will have grown enough that new guardians will be chosen, carrying the mantle of their founders."

Karasu Tengu.

Karas.

*Nemo*

China

1643

I'm currently walking through China, what the locals call the Zhōngguó (The Middle Kingdom). I can't believe where I ended up. I've walked into a scene from my childhood, a familiar scene from the works of Rumiko Takahashi.

Qinghai Province is under Qing Dynasty rule with local governance structures influenced by Tibetan culture. The Bayankala Mountain range plays an essential role both geographically—affecting water systems—and culturally—being integral to local traditions and beliefs. In Chinese mythology, mountains are often seen as abodes of gods or spirits. Mount Kensei is no exception; it is frequently linked to various deities within Taoist and Buddhist traditions.

Zhòuquánxiāng. The village of the cursed springs, also known as Jusenkyō. It is the legendary training ground of "cursed" springs, located in the Bayankala Mountain range (Bayan Har Shan), south of Mount Kensei (quán jīng shān), in Qinghai Province, China.

Thousands of pools of water cover the valley, many with bamboo poles sticking out of them. Many foolish martial artists have jumped on those poles and fought over the springs to hone their skills, not knowing the water is cursed. If you fall into a pool that has never claimed a life, then there is a good chance you will drown due to ill fate. If you fall into a pool that already has a template, then you are cursed to become what drowned when splashed with cold water and only return with hot water.

Many men and women have fallen into pools like spring of the drowned black piglet (hēitúnnìquán) or the spring of the drowned duck (yāzǐnìquán) ended up meals for beasts or (unknowing) humans.

The Spring of Drowned Panda (xióngmāonìquán) grants size and strength to those that fall in, but only a human would possess the intelligence to find hot water to regain their original form.

There are strange Springs like Spring of Drowned Octopus (zhāngyúnìquán) that make people ask "How could an Octopus Drown?", but in reality, the low oxygen content of water, the extreme temperatures, and numerous contaminants of springs would damage an octopus' ability to breathe in water. The more important question is "how did a marine animal ended up in a rugged mountain range?"

Spring of Drowned Yeti-riding-Bull-carrying-Crane-and-Eel (níuhèmánmáorénnìquán) is a case of extreme good and bad luck for a Yeti and turns anything that falls into it into a chimeric monster.

The Spring of Drowned Warrior Goddess (Asura) (āxiūluónìquán) transforms anyone who falls into it into an Asura, a class of powerful supernatural beings found in Indian religions, particularly Hinduism and Buddhism. A human becomes a six-armed three-faced fire manipulating being, which is impressive since it was a STATUE of an Asura that fell into the Spring (and drowned?).

The most famous spring is Spring of the Drowned Girl (niángnìquán in Mandarin and Nyannīchuan in Japanese), which transforms any person or animal into what they would have been if they had been born female. An animal changes species, while a man would biologically become his own sister.

I notice a bunch of people are fighting near the edge of the springs and they are from the two tribes that consider the drowned girl spring to be the most important.

The Nǚjié zú, also known "Village of Women Heroes" (Joketsuzoku) or "Chinese Amazons" is a matriarchal tribe of martial artists. These female martial artists are encouraged to take a great deal of pride in their skills and to be honorable, courageous warriors, but possess a rather brutal and amoral code of honor that encourages ruthlessness. They also possess thousands of years' worth of martial arts, medicinal, and mystical knowledge. Oddly, while the Curse Springs are used to punish those who fail the Code, a male falling into the Drowned Girl Spring is considered a Blessing.

They all have names that sound like English Hair Care Products. I have no idea why they have those names and I don't know if Rumiko Takahashi gave an out-of-universe answer.

The Musk Dynasty is an ancient clan of Chinese martial artists who have existed for over a thousand years. They sought to perfect the arts of form mimicry, emulating the movements of wild animals in their fighting styles. They are so fanatical they splashed animals with water from Drowned Girl Spring and locked them in those forms. Those former animals were then taken as brides, which means the women still possessing animal minds were forced to produce children. A practice that eventually produced descendants with animal traits.

They all have animal traits and names that sound like they came off a spice rack.

*Nemo*

Shampoo the Beautiful

Shan Pu is a striking figure with long, flowing purple hair that cascades down her back, often styled in intricate braids. Her piercing violet eyes reflect her fierce determination and cunning nature. She is tall and athletic, showcasing her martial arts prowess. Shan Pu wields a pair of large maces, which she handles with grace and power, embodying both beauty and brutality.

I'm guessing she is an ancestor of Cologne and Shampoo as she shares the traits. The Elder Cologne was very beautiful when she was young and resembled her great-granddaughter, so it's not surprising her own grandmother was beautiful. The future 300-year-old Village Elder won't be born for another 44 years.

"Shan" (山) means mountain, and "Pu" (普) can mean universal or common. The name "Shan Pu" could be interpreted as "Universal Mountain," symbolizing a strong foundation that is accessible and inclusive to all.

Basil (the Golden Leopard)

Basil is a tall and muscular warrior, standing at about 6 feet with a well-defined physique that showcases his strength and agility. He has long, flowing black hair tied back in a traditional topknot, with strands framing his sharp, angular face. His eyes are a striking amber color, reminiscent of the fierce predator he embodies. He wears a dark green martial arts uniform adorned with intricate gold patterns symbolizing his lineage, complemented by sturdy black boots. A distinctive feature is the tattoo of a golden leopard on his right arm, representing his connection to the animal spirit that guides him.

Basil - Ba (巴) means "to cling," "to hold on," or "to grasp.". Zii (兹) typically means "this" or "here," indicating proximity or immediacy. So, the full name means "To hold on to this" or "To grasp what is here."

Shan Pu's violet eyes narrow as she assesses Basil's stance; he stands firm and confident, embodying strength and agility. With a swift motion, she lunges forward, swinging one mace in an arc aimed at Basil's midsection. He sidesteps gracefully, using his agility to avoid the blow while countering with a quick jab aimed at Shan Pu's shoulder.

Shan Pu anticipates this move; she ducks low and rolls to the side, coming up behind him. With a flick of her wrist, she swings both maces in a powerful double strike aimed at Basil's back. However, Basil reacts quickly—his instincts honed by years of training—as he spins around just in time to block one mace with his forearm while dodging the other.

The impact reverberates through the air as he retaliates with a spinning kick that connects with Shan Pu's side. She grunts but uses the momentum to propel herself backward into a defensive stance. The two warriors exchange glances filled with mutual respect; they know they are evenly matched.

Realizing that brute strength alone will not secure victory against such an agile opponent, Shan Pu decides to employ strategy over sheer force. She feigns an attack on Basil's left side before suddenly pivoting and launching herself into an aerial flip that brings her down directly above him. As she descends, she brings both maces crashing down toward him.

Basil reacts instinctively; he rolls away just in time but not without feeling the rush of wind from Shan Pu's attack as it narrowly misses him. He quickly regains his footing and counters by unleashing a series of rapid punches aimed at her torso.

"Imperial Chestnut Burning Crusher!"

A weapon technique based on the training technique of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire Fist (Japanese: Kachū Tenshin Amaguriken Chinese: Lìzǐ bèishāoguò de yīgè kāifàng de huǒ quántóu). In the training method, you attempt to retrieve chestnuts roasting in an open fire with your bare hands, which leads to the trainer achieving superhuman speed. Crusher is an evolution, allowing the warrior to strike with her maces at same speed.

"Golden Claw Strike!"

Basil counters with a feline claw strike developed over a thousand years by the martial masters of the Musk Dynasty and awakened by his own feline bloodline. As his hand arcs through the air, it creates arcs of shining golden qi that collide with the mace, leaving mol ten red markings

The Amazon warrior and Dynasty warrior are blown away from each other as the maces explode into sparks and burning fragments of metal. They both stop there sliding, look at each other, and once more take stances.

*Nemo*

Conditioner the Strong

Kuan Di Na has vibrant teal hair that stands out dramatically against her sun-kissed skin. Her hair is often tied up in a high ponytail, accentuating her sharp features and intense green eyes. She possesses a muscular build that speaks to her rigorous training as an Amazon warrior. Kuan Di Na prefers using dual daggers, which she expertly spins and twirls in combat, making her both deadly and mesmerizing.

"Kuan" (宽) means wide, "Di" (地) means earth or ground, and "Na" (娜) is a common suffix for female names. The name "Kuan Di Na" could be interpreted as "Graceful Wide Earth," suggesting a nurturing presence that embodies both beauty and vastness.

Jinzhang (the Leopard Cat)

Ginger has a compact and athletic physique, standing slightly shorter than Basil but equally strong. His hair is a vibrant auburn with streaks of darker shades, cascading down his back in loose waves. He possesses striking green eyes that mirror the playful yet cunning nature of the leopard cat. His attire features spots and earthy tones, blending seamlessly with his surroundings during combat.

"Jin" (金) means gold or metal. "Zhang" (章) refers to a chapter or badge, suggesting honor. "Golden Badge" or "Chapter of Gold," which implies a prestigious status or honor that is valuable and respected.

With a sudden burst of energy, Kuan lunges forward, her daggers slicing through the air with precision. She executes a series of rapid spins, using her momentum to create a whirlwind of strikes aimed at Ginger's torso. Each dagger twirls gracefully, leaving trails of motion that dazzle the eye.

Ginger responds with agility; he sidesteps Kuan's initial attack and counters with a swift kick aimed at her midsection. His compact build allows him to pivot quickly, and he follows up with a series of quick jabs that mimic the playful yet cunning nature of his leopard cat spirit.

Kuan narrowly dodges Ginger's jabs by performing an acrobatic backflip, landing gracefully on her feet. She uses this moment to launch into an aerial assault, flipping high into the air and coming down with both daggers poised for a downward strike.

Ginger anticipates this move; he rolls to the side just in time, causing Kuan's blades to slice through empty air. He then springs up from his roll and delivers a spinning kick that connects with Kuan's shoulder, sending her stumbling back but not without regaining her balance swiftly.

As they circle each other warily, both fighters assess their next moves. Kuan decides to change tactics; she throws one dagger toward Ginger while simultaneously charging at him with the other. The thrown dagger spins through the air like a dart aimed straight for his heart.

Ginger surprises Kuan when luminescent streams of qi flow into Ginger's hands making them glow a warm orange. He casually knocks away the dagger aimed for his heart and then catches the other dagger's blade, stopping its movement completely.

"Tǔ lóng de lín" says Ginger with a confident smile, revealing the technique to be called "Earth Dragon's Scale". A protective technique that grants the master the durability of an Earth Dragon's rock-hard scales.

Ginger is then forced to let go of dagger when there is an explosion of orange sparks. Kuan holds up the dagger showing an ethereal extension of the blade's edges, near invisible but occasionally showing the blue-green of her aura. The blade of qi can slice the thickest scales of the most monstrous creatures and descale the slipperiest river fish.

"Lín dāo" smirks Kuan, revealing her technique to be "Scale cutter".

*Nemo*

Gel the Firm

Jia Er sports bright pink hair that contrasts with her fierce demeanor. Her hair is cut short and spiky, giving her a rebellious look that matches her fiery personality. With deep blue eyes that seem to pierce through any facade, she exudes confidence. Jia Er wields a pair of nunchakus, showcasing incredible agility and speed as she dances around opponents in battle.

"Jia" (佳) means good or fine, and "Er" (儿) is often used as a diminutive suffix in names. The name "Jia Er" could be interpreted as "Good Child,"

Pipai (The Fishing Cat)

Pepper is stocky and robust, with broad shoulders and a powerful stance. His hair is dark brown with lighter highlights, styled in a practical manner to keep it out of his face during fights. His deep-set blue eyes reflect determination and focus. He wears a water-resistant martial arts outfit designed for agility on slippery surfaces, adorned with motifs inspired by aquatic life.

"Pi" (皮) means skin. "Pai" (派) can mean faction or group. "Pi Pai" could be interpreted as "Skin Faction" or "Group of Protection," suggesting a community that provides support and safety for its members.

With a sudden burst of energy, Jia Er leaped from her perch, twirling gracefully in mid-air before landing deftly in front of Pepper. Her nunchakus whirled around her like a cyclone as she launched into an aggressive attack. She struck first with a series of rapid spins and strikes aimed at Pepper's midsection.

Pepper reacted quickly; his training in Fisher Cat style allowed him to anticipate her movements. He sidestepped her initial assault and countered with a powerful palm strike aimed at her chest. Jia Er ducked just in time, rolling away and springing back to her feet with agility that seemed almost supernatural.

As they exchanged blows, Jia Er utilized her environment expertly. She dashed towards a nearby spring, splashing water around them to create slippery conditions. This tactic was designed to throw off Pepper's balance while showcasing her own agility.

Pepper grinned at this challenge; he had trained extensively on wet surfaces. With a swift motion, he executed a low sweep kick that sent water flying but also gave him leverage to pivot into an upward elbow strike aimed at Jia Er's chin. She narrowly avoided it by flipping backward onto another rock.

*Nemo*

Mousse the Flowing

Mu Si has long, flowing silver hair that shimmers like moonlight. Her ethereal beauty is complemented by soft lavender eyes that hold an air of mystery. She has a lithe yet powerful physique, allowing for swift movements in combat. Mu Si favors using a whip as her weapon of choice, demonstrating both elegance and lethal precision in her fighting style.

"Mu" (木) means wood, and "Si" (丝) means silk, which can evoke a sense of softness associated with mousse. The name "Mu Si" could be interpreted as "Wooden Silk," suggesting a blend of natural strength with gentle softness.

Sijiang (The Black Bear)

Sage has a towering presence due to his height and broad frame, embodying strength and resilience. His hair is thick and black, often tied back into a bun to maintain visibility in battle. His warm brown eyes exude wisdom and calmness. He dons an imposing martial arts robe that mimics the bear's fur pattern while allowing for freedom of movement.

"Si" (司) means to manage or take charge. "Jiang" (江) refers to river, symbolizing flow and wisdom. "Si Jiang" may be understood as "Manager of the River" or "Guardian of Flow,"

As they faced each other, tension crackled in the air. Without warning, Mu Si lunged forward, her whip unfurling like lightning. She aimed for Sage's legs to trip him up. However, Sage anticipated her move; he sidestepped gracefully and countered with a powerful punch aimed at Mu Si's midsection.

Mu Si twisted away from Sage's punch with remarkable agility, using her momentum to swing her whip around in a wide arc. The weapon sliced through the air with a sharp crack as it connected against Sage's forearm. He grunted but remained unfazed; his thick muscles absorbed much of the impact.

Sage retaliated by dropping low into a crouch and sweeping his leg towards Mu Si's feet in an attempt to knock her off balance. But she leaped effortlessly into the air, performing a graceful flip that allowed her to evade his attack while simultaneously bringing her whip down toward him from above.

Sage raised his arms defensively as Mu Si's whip struck downwards; he caught it momentarily before using his strength to pull her closer while simultaneously rising to his feet. This unexpected maneuver brought them face-to-face—an intense moment where both fighters locked eyes.

With quick reflexes honed from years of training, Mu Si twisted out of his grasp just in time to avoid being thrown off balance herself. She spun around him elegantly and lashed out again with her whip; this time aiming for his neck in an attempt to incapacitate him quickly.

Sage ducked under the strike and pivoted on one foot to deliver a spinning backfist aimed at Mu Si's side. The blow connected solidly against her ribcage; however, she absorbed it well due to her lithe physique and continued moving fluidly away from him.

*Nemo*

Serum the Scarlet

Se Ru Mu boasts fiery red hair that falls in wild curls around her shoulders. Her striking amber eyes are filled with intensity and passion for martial arts. With a strong build indicative of years of training, she commands attention wherever she goes. Se Ru Mu wields a staff adorned with intricate carvings; it serves not only as a weapon but also as an extension of her formidable presence.

"Se" (色) means color, "Ru" (如) means like or as, and "Mu" (穆) can mean solemn or respectful. The name "Se Ru Mu" could be interpreted as "Color Like Respect," suggesting an appreciation for diversity that is grounded in solemnity.

Keluofu (The Clouded Leopard)

Clove has an elegant yet fierce appearance; he is tall with long limbs that give his gracefulness in combat. His hair is silvery-gray with darker spots resembling those of the clouded leopard. His striking hazel eyes are both captivating and intimidating. He wears lightweight armor that enhances his agility while showcasing intricate designs inspired by his feline counterpart.

The name could be interpreted as "the capable man who gathers" or "the strong man who conquers and collects".

With a sudden burst of energy, Se Ru Mu lunges forward, swinging her staff in a wide arc aimed at Clove's midsection. He reacts instantly, sidestepping gracefully as he channels his inner feline instincts. As he moves away from the strike, he counters with a swift kick aimed at Se Ru Mu's knee—a tactic designed to destabilize her.

But Se Ru Mu anticipates this move; she pivots on one foot and brings her staff down in a powerful overhead strike just as Clove lands back on solid ground. The sound of wood meeting air echoes through the forest as Clove narrowly dodges again by rolling to his side.

The fight escalates into an intricate dance of combat within the bamboo grove. Se Ru Mu employs sweeping strikes with her staff while utilizing quick footwork to maintain distance from Clove's agile advances. Each swing is calculated yet fierce; she aims not just to hit but to assert dominance over the battlefield.

Clove responds with acrobatic flips and spins reminiscent of his feline counterpart—he leaps onto a low-hanging branch above them for elevation before launching himself down towards Se Ru Mu like an arrow released from its bow. In mid-air, he extends his leg for a flying kick aimed at her shoulder.

Se Ru Mu raises her staff just in time to block the incoming attack but feels the force reverberate through her arms—a testament to Clove's strength despite his elegant appearance.

*Nemo*

Spray the Quick

Si Pei has deep blue hair styled into elaborate twists and knots that reflect the traditional Amazonian aesthetic while still being unique. Her bright golden eyes shine with intelligence and cunning strategy. She has an athletic yet feminine build that allows for fluid movement during combat scenarios. Si Pei uses throwing stars as her primary weapon; they are precise tools reflecting her sharp mind and deadly accuracy. They are also tipped in the various potions and poison born of herbal medicine and alchemy.

"Si" (思) means thought or idea, while "Pei" (佩) refers to wearing something ornamental. The name "Si Pei" could be interpreted as "Thoughtful Adornment," symbolizing an individual whose intelligence is complemented by gracefulness.

Kumin (The Marbled Cat)

Kumin has an agile build with defined muscles that highlight his speed and dexterity. His hair is medium-length, featuring marbled patterns of browns and blacks similar to his associated animal's coat. His bright hazel eyes sparkle with mischief and intelligence. He wears form-fitting clothing that allows for swift movements while incorporating elements reminiscent of the marbled cat's unique markings.

"Ku" (库) refers to storehouse or repository, while "Min" (敏) means quick or clever. Thus, the full name "Ku Min" (库敏) can be interpreted as signifying a person who embodies both resourcefulness and cleverness—someone who is adept at utilizing their knowledge and skills effectively while possessing an abundance of resources or insights.

As the fight begins, Si Pei launches into action first. With a swift motion, she produces a set of throwing stars from her belt—each one glinting ominously in the dappled sunlight. She hurls them towards Kumin with deadly accuracy; they slice through the air like whispers of death. However, Kumin is ready. Channeling his Marble Cat-inspired agility, he leaps sideways with remarkable speed, narrowly avoiding the stars that embed themselves into the bamboo behind him.

Kumin retaliates by darting forward in a blur of motion. He employs a series of rapid kicks and punches, each strike echoing with precision and power. Si Pei counters gracefully; she spins on her heel to deflect his blows using her forearms while maintaining her balance on one leg—a testament to her athletic build.

The bamboo forest becomes their arena as they weave between the towering stalks, each fighter utilizing their environment to gain an advantage. Si Pei uses her knowledge of herbal medicine to create distractions; she tosses small vials filled with colorful powders into the air that explode into clouds of fragrant smoke. The scents confuse Kumin momentarily but also invigorate him; he inhales deeply and feels energized.

With renewed vigor, Kumin performs an acrobatic flip over a cluster of bamboo shoots and lands behind Si Pei. He unleashes a flurry of strikes aimed at her back but she anticipates his move—her keen intellect guiding her instincts—and swiftly turns to meet him head-on.

Si Pei takes advantage of Kumin's momentum by sidestepping and using his own force against him. She grabs his arm mid-strike and pulls him forward while simultaneously delivering a powerful knee strike to his abdomen. The impact sends Kumin stumbling backward but not without regaining composure quickly.

Kumin rolls onto his shoulder and springs back up onto his feet in one fluid motion. He channels his inner Marble Cat spirit as he begins to employ feints—quick movements designed to mislead Si Pei about where he will strike next. He darts left then right before launching himself upward into a tree branch above them.

From this vantage point, he surveys Si Pei below who is scanning for him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he leaps down from above aiming for an aerial kick aimed directly at her head!

*Nemo*

The enhanced senses of a Black Dragon, transcending human senses and even the qi senses of the fighting warriors, allow me to watch all the battles from a distance. I know these are life and death battles, but I don't concern myself with the politics of the two tribes.

I do enjoy watching them fight, showing off their martial prowess. So, I pull out a chair from my Inventory and sit down to watch with my milkshake and snacks.

After a few minutes, two far stronger warriors approach me.

Hé Bǎi

Dragon-Blooded King of the Musk Dynasty

Hé Bǎi stands tall and imposing, his athletic build reflecting years of rigorous training and combat experience. His supernaturally handsome face is characterized by high cheekbones and a strong jawline, giving him an air of nobility and strength. The gold eyes with oval pupils that gleam with intelligence and a hint of mischief, drawing attention to his piercing gaze that seems to see through to the soul.

His tanned skin suggests a life spent outdoors, perhaps under the sun while honing his skills or leading his people. The long flowing lavender and white hair, cascading down to his waist, adds an ethereal quality to his appearance. This striking hair is tied back in a fancy ponytail adorned with intricate ornaments that reflect his royal status, each piece possibly symbolizing heritage or achievements.

Hé Bǎi's pointed ears are a clear indication of his dragon lineage, enhancing his otherworldly charm. His sharp canine teeth, slightly visible when he speaks or smiles, hint at the ferocity that lies beneath his noble exterior.

He dresses in the fine clothing typical of a nobleman, which includes richly embroidered fabrics that shimmer subtly in the light. The decorated armor made from golden-brown dragon scale leather not only provides protection but also serves as a testament to his heritage; it is both functional and regal.

Finally, he carries a dragon bone sword, currently sealed as an ordinary Chinese sword. This weapon, likely passed down through generations, symbolizes both power and responsibility—though he lacks the ability to transform into a true dragon, it connects him deeply to his ancestry and the legacy he upholds.

和 (Hé): This character has several meanings, including "harmony," "peace," or "together." It is often associated with concepts of unity and tranquility. 柏 (Bǎi): This character refers to a type of tree, specifically the cypress or cedar tree. In Chinese culture, these trees are often symbols of longevity and resilience due to their hardy nature.

Pang Tian

Great Elder of the Woman Hero Tribe

The ancient Chinese elder of the Woman Hero Tribe possesses a striking and unique appearance that reflects both her age and vitality. Standing at a diminutive height, she embodies the essence of a wise grandmother, with a gentle yet commanding presence. Her long, flowing white hair cascades down her back, shimmering like silver in the light, while a single streak of lavender runs through it, hinting at her youthful origins and connection to her lineage.

Her face is adorned with deep-set wrinkles that tell stories of centuries lived, yet they do not detract from her beauty; instead, they add character and wisdom to her expression. Her eyes are bright and lively, sparkling with intelligence and mischief, reminiscent of a young child's curiosity. They are framed by delicate eyebrows that arch gracefully above them.

The elder's skin has a warm tone, suggesting health and vitality rather than frailty. She often wears traditional garments that are rich in color and texture, reflecting her heritage—flowing robes adorned with intricate patterns that symbolize strength and femininity. Her hands are small but strong, capable of both nurturing gestures and powerful movements when necessary.

Pang (庞) means 'vast' or 'great,' which aligns with her status as an elder. Tian (天) means 'heaven' or 'sky,' adding an element of wisdom and spirituality. The "Great Heaven/Vast Sky" which sounds like Pantene - an American brand of hair care products

"Greetings King of the Musk Dynasty and Great Elder of the Woman Hero Tribe."

"Greeting stranger. We sensed someone very strong, but unknown observing our students. May I ask your name?" says Hé Bǎi with caution, his senses detecting my own draconic energy despite the bloodline dilution.

"I am known as Lord Nanashi of Horai, the Black Dragon King." I say flaring my dragon aura and actually causing the six battles between Musk Dynasty warriors and Chinese Amazons to pause.

A short pause before they go back to fighting; they have impressive focus.

"So why have you come to the valley of the cursed springs, Lord Nanashi?" asks Pang Tian.

"I'm searching for man named Akihiko Kagayaku – an evil Yin-Yang Master and alchemist who has committed many crimes against man, heaven, and earth. He's been creating monsters from the flesh of humans and apparitions. We tracked him all across the continent. "

"You believed he's invaded our valley?" says Pang Tian, "That's very disturbing."

"So, what's going on here?" I ask gesturing to the fights which are still ongoing.

"A peace treaty." says Hé Bǎi, "Six of my strongest warriors fights six of her strongest to prove their strength. If my men win, they will marry the women with any male child belonging to my tribe and any female child belonging to their tribe. If my men lose, then they are not worthy to unite the bloodlines and new warriors will be selected next year."

"I've heard of this valley's odd customs." I say looking at Hé Bǎi, "You have dragon blood?"

"The Musk Dynasty was founded when a dragon was defeated by the Beast Hero Xin Nan using the cursed waters of Drowned Girl Spring and a magic item called the Locking Ladle. The dragon was sealed in human form, but still possessed great power, so Xin forced her to marry him. While my blood has weakened, I still possess the blood of a dragon."

"Unfortunately for many animals, Xin's followers started splashing animals with the same water. Beautiful women with the minds of animals that those degenerates bred with." says Pang Tian.

"It did succeed in adding beast power to their bloodlines, and the practice itself only lasted a couple generations."

"You realized your people were losing their human intelligence, their humanity, so then you tribe attempted to raid our village for women and treasures." says Pang Tian, "We fought you back generation after generation."

Hé Bǎi and Pang Tian continue to argue about their shared history. I do note a few interesting facts.

The outdated amazon law that "any outsider woman that defeats an amazon must die and any outsider man that defeats an amazon must marry an amazon" is based on securing the valley's secrets. Men are forcibly brought in to strengthened bloodlines and any outsider woman is either eliminated or brainwashed into become an amazon if they eliminate their pursuer. On the Musk Dynasty's side there was a worse law with outsider women being treated as slaves and outsider males killed. None of the tribes want outsiders to leave and distribute their secrets.

During Genghis Khan's conquests in China, the Bayankala Mountains were largely ignored as direct targets for conquest; instead, they were traversed by Mongol forces who focused on capturing urban centers and strategically important territories. It was only the yōkai armies of the Hyōga clan that showed interest in Jusenkyō and the origin of Jusendo. It was only the Phoenix King that was able to fight against the Hyōga clan and the valley only survived 70 years later due to the Lord Hyōga 's demise in Japan.

"We owe a great deal to Tōga-Ō." admits the Dragon King of Jusenkyō, "He..."

A slurp on my milkshake, making the nobleman pause.

"I know about Tōga. I'm friends with his sons Sesshōmaru and Inuyasha, and their families." I comment, shocking the two, "I also encountered Prince Mǎ Nǎo."

"The heir to the Hyōga clan! I thought he was sealed by Tōga-Ō!" says the Amazon Elder nearly dropping her staff.

"We *was* sealed. He escaped and even inherited the sealed power of his father becoming the new Lord Hyōga." I say casually, watching the two both nearly panic, "Then my best friend incinerated the oversized moth."

I nearly burst out laughing as the two nearly fall over.

*Nemo*

A week later

1643

A week later, Horai Island opened negotiations with the tribes of Jusenkyō, I sent some of Oda's children to obtain history information and establish an outpost to monitor Jusenkyō and Jusendo to prevent them from falling into unsavory hands. In return, Horai supplied advanced medicine (both technological and magical) to the tribes.

It turns out the tribes all had numerous medicinal problems that couldn't be solved with magic and herbal medicine. Go figure.

The matriarchal Amazons had caused genetic damage with all their potions and concoctions as I guess nobody studied the teratogenic effects of long-term potion exposure and odd hair colors was the least of their problems. The growing blindness that the Hidden Weapons Master Mousse acquired in the future was played for laughs, but it's a serious genetic disorder that has resulted in certain families being treated as second class citizens.

The patriarchal Musk Dynasty are a mess that would have been reaching an end by the twentieth century. Mutation accumulation, genetic drift, pleiotropy (many genes have multiple effects on different traits), epigenetic changes (alterations in gene expression without changing the underlying DNA sequence), and Inbreeding Depression since the Dynasty's population was never big to begin with. They had metabolic disorders, immune system malfunctions, Neurological Issues, and skeletal anomalies.

Even Pang Tian who suffered under the Musk raids was horrified by what was happening to the Musk Dynasty and their eventual fate.

Oda told me he would have to use tech used to treat hanyō birth defects.

The Phoenix People were isolationists and reluctant to join the negotiations. They are a tribe who according to legend consumed water from a Spring of Drowned Birds that exists on their mountain and developed bird-like features. That may not be the complete truth as the Phoenix King is not a normal human with wings, but a phoenix daiyōkai, similar to the war god Kyōra. The phoenix through his numerous cycles provides heat and light to Mount Phoenix fueled by their King's power.

The advisor opened negotiations because she worried the other tribes would gain enough power to be a threat to the King whose currently in his child stage of his life cycle. The isolated tribe had similar problems as the Amazons with fewer resources and added problem of living in a mountain.

Huǒ Là Mǐ ("Spicy Rice"), the advisor to Lord Sà Fú Róng ("Blessings and Glory" or "Fortunate Honor"), embodies a striking and formidable presence that reflects her heritage as Phoenix nobility. Her vibrant yellow hair cascades down her back, reminiscent of sunlit feathers, with speckles of red and brown that mimic the natural plumage of birds. This unique coloration not only enhances her visual appeal but also signifies her connection to the fiery essence of her tribe.

Her gold eyes are piercing and intelligent, exuding an aura of wisdom and determination. They seem to shimmer with an inner light, suggesting a depth of knowledge about the political landscape surrounding her isolated tribe. The darker tan of her skin sets her apart from other Phoenix people, hinting at the harsh conditions of mountain life that have shaped her resilience.

Her dark red feathered wings are perhaps her most striking feature; they are large and powerful, capable of soaring through the skies while also serving as a protective shield when needed. The feathers glisten with hints of iridescence under sunlight, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle that commands respect from allies and foes alike.

"Fènghuáng Zhǎojī!"

凤凰爪击

Phoenix Talon Strike!

I have to admire her appearance as she tears through demonic invaders.

Akihiko Kagayaku finally made his move. He's sent an army of over ten thousand artificial monsters to invade the valley of Jusenkyō. Thankfully, his creations are not very powerful.

These artificial humanoid monsters stand at a less than imposing height of 5 feet 4 inches (162 cm) with lean, athletic builds that suggest both agility and strength. Their striking yellow eyes are set against a backdrop of jet-black sclera, giving them an otherworldly appearance. The skin is a deep, dark red-brown, smooth yet resilient, hinting at their synthetic origins. Their bald heads are adorned with small vestigial horns that curve slightly upward, adding to their menacing look.

Facial features are sharp and angular, accentuated by elongated pointed ears that enhance their keen senses. Their mouths reveal sharp canines that protrude slightly when closed, suggesting a predatory nature. Claws extend from their fingers, capable of inflicting serious damage.

Some of these beings possess bat-like wings that unfurl from their backs, allowing for swift aerial maneuvers; these wings are leathery and expansive, contrasting with the sleekness of their bodies. Long prehensile tails add to their dexterity and balance in flight.

On the ground, they don Pi Jia leather armor that fits snugly against their forms, providing protection while allowing for maximum mobility. The armor is dark and textured, designed to blend into shadows. In contrast, the winged variants wear lighter black robes that flow elegantly around them as they soar through the air, enhancing their ethereal presence.

Each of the artificial demons possessing ten times the strength of a human, five times the speed, and the ability to not only survive wounds that would be lethal to humans, but to regenerate. They would be a serious threat to the normal humans, including their militaries due to their ability to fly. They are not so impressive to the martial arts tribes of the legendary Jusenkyō.

*Nemo*

With every swing of her maces, Shampoo's predatory grace transformed into a tempest of violence. The air crackled with energy as she channeled her considerable Qi, her eyes narrowing with focus. The first demon lunged forward, only to be met with the crushing force of her weapon. Bones splintered under the impact, echoing through the clearing like dry branches snapping beneath a heavy footfall. Panic spread among the ranks of demons as they witnessed their comrades fall one by one.

Shampoo's movements became a blur; she was everywhere at once—a specter of death dancing through their midst. With a fierce battle cry that reverberated through the trees, she unleashed her signature technique: the "Imperial Chestnut Burning Crusher!" In that moment, time seemed to slow as she spun gracefully, maces whirling around her like twin storms. Each strike was precise and devastating; they moved multiple times the speed of sound, creating shockwaves that rippled through the air.

The demons' faces twisted in horror as they realized too late that they were no match for her ferocity. Organs ruptured and bones shattered under her relentless assault; it was not merely combat but an art form—an exquisite ballet painted in shades of crimson and despair. As bodies crumpled to the ground like discarded marionettes severed from their strings, Shampoo stood amidst them—a solitary figure surrounded by a growing pile of corpses.

Her breath came steady despite the chaos around her; there was no room for hesitation or fear in this dance. She surveyed the battlefield with cold satisfaction, knowing that each fallen foe was another testament to her strength and skill. The remaining demons hesitated now, their bravado evaporating into thin air as they recognized Shampoo not just as an opponent but as a force of nature—unstoppable and merciless.

*Nemo*

Basil, the Golden Leopard warrior, stood poised amidst a swirling chaos of demonic entities. His golden qi shimmered around him like a living aura, pulsating with the energy of his ancestors. Each breath he took resonated with the primal power of the extinct beast that once roamed the earth—its spirit now intertwined with his own.

With a fierce roar that echoed through the air, Basil unleashed his energy, transforming into a blur of motion. The demons, grotesque and snarling, charged at him from all directions, their eyes filled with malice. But Basil was faster; he moved like lightning, each strike leaving behind glowing claw marks that sliced through the very fabric of reality.

As he engaged in combat, his movements were both fluid and precise. He channeled his qi into his limbs, enhancing every punch and kick with raw power. The first demon lunged at him with jagged teeth bared, but Basil sidestepped effortlessly, his body twisting in a graceful arc as he delivered a powerful roundhouse kick. The impact sent shockwaves through the air as it connected with the demon's torso, splitting it in half and showering the ground in dark ichor.

Suddenly aware of another threat lurking behind him, Basil's instincts kicked in. Without even glancing back, he executed a flawless backflip that propelled him away from danger. In one seamless motion, he turned mid-air and landed on his feet just as another demon lunged forward. With supernatural grace and speed honed over years of rigorous training, he channeled all his energy into a glowing kick aimed directly at its head.

The moment felt suspended in time as his foot connected with blinding brilliance; the demon's skull shattered under the force of his attack. A wave of golden light erupted from where they collided, illuminating the battlefield and momentarily blinding any remaining foes.

*Nemo*

Kuan Di Na, known as Conditioner among her allies, moved with an elegance that belied the chaos surrounding her. Each step was deliberate, each turn a calculated maneuver as she weaved through the throng of demons. The air was thick with the scent of iron and the sounds of battle echoed around her, but she remained focused, her mind clear and sharp.

As she twirled gracefully, her daggers glinted in the dim light, reflecting the flickering flames from nearby torches. With every thrust and parry, Kuan's movements were a blend of martial prowess and artistry; she was not merely fighting—she was performing. The demons lunged at her with their crude weapons, but they were no match for her speed and agility. She ducked under a wild swing from one demon, feeling the rush of wind as it passed overhead, before retaliating with a swift slice that opened its throat.

Demon blood sprayed across the ground like crimson rain as Kuan danced through their ranks. Her feet barely touched the earth as she moved between them, each strike precise and lethal. The demons fell one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground in grotesque heaps. Kuan's heart raced—not from fear or adrenaline—but from exhilaration; this was where she felt most alive.

Suddenly, a hulking demon brandished a massive hammer above its head, its eyes filled with rage and determination. It swung downwards with all its might, aiming to crush Kuan beneath its weight. But she was ready. Channeling her qi into her dagger, she felt the energy surge through her body—a warm glow that heightened her senses.

With a fluid motion born of years of training and instinctive reflexes, Kuan sidestepped just in time to avoid the hammer's descent. In one seamless motion, she thrust her dagger into the hammer's head just as it struck the ground beside her. The impact resonated through her arm as if time slowed; she could feel every ounce of power coalescing at that moment.

Then came the explosion—a deafening crack that shattered not only metal but also sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The chunk of iron splintered apart violently, shards flying in all directions like deadly shrapnel. The demon wielding it stood frozen for an instant before collapsing backward in shock and agony as his own weapon turned against him.

*Nemo*

Jinzhang closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself. He could feel the pulse of the Earth beneath his feet—a rhythmic heartbeat that resonated with his own Qi. Drawing in a deep breath, he opened himself to the Great Mother's energy flowing through the land. The golden energies surged around him like a protective cocoon, shimmering in hues of orange and gold. It was as if the very essence of nature had chosen him as its champion.

With each passing second, Jinzhang felt the rage of the Earth intensifying; it was a primal force that demanded justice against those who sought to corrupt its sanctity. He raised his arms skyward, channeling this energy into a brilliant aura that enveloped him completely. The ground trembled beneath him as he summoned the Imperial Eastern Dragon Huánglóng—a legendary creature embodying strength and purity.

"By the will of nature!" Jinzhang roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the battlefield. The golden-orange light coalesced into a magnificent dragon form above him, its scales glistening like molten gold under the fading sunlight. With a mighty roar that shook the very air around them, Huánglóng descended upon the demons.

The attack was not merely an extension of Jinzhang's Qi; it was an embodiment of nature's wrath itself. As Huánglóng surged forward, it unleashed a torrent of energy that tore through darkness with fierce precision. The demonic entities shrieked in terror as they were engulfed by this radiant force; their dark energies were ripped away from their forms and disintegrated into nothingness.

*Nemo*

Jia Er, known as Gel among her kin, stood resolute at the edge of the forest, her pink hair shimmering like a beacon against the darkening sky. The demons before her were a grotesque sight, their jagged teeth bared in mockery as they jeered at her appearance and weapons. Their laughter echoed through the trees, but Gel remained unfazed. Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself as she summoned the fiery pink aura that was unique to her lineage.

As the aura enveloped her, it pulsed with an intensity that made the ground tremble beneath her feet. The demons faltered, their bravado waning as they felt the heat radiating from Gel's form. With a swift motion, she gripped her nunchaku-like weapons tightly; they began to glow with ghostly flames that danced along their length. The air crackled with energy as she twirled them effortlessly, each movement fluid and precise—an art form honed through years of rigorous training.

With a fierce battle cry that echoed through the valley, Gel launched herself into action. Her weapons became extensions of her will, striking out with blinding speed. Each swing sent shockwaves through the air; demons who underestimated her skill quickly learned their folly. As she struck, the weight of her weapons transformed under the influence of her aura—what once felt light now bore down like iron pillars.

The first demon met his fate with a sickening crunch as Gel's nunchaku connected with his ribcage; bones shattered like brittle twigs underfoot. He crumpled to the ground in agony before being sent flying by another powerful swing aimed at his companion. The second demon barely had time to react before he too was caught in Gel's onslaught; organs ruptured under the force of her strikes, leaving him gasping for breath as he fell back into his comrades.

One by one, they fell like children's toys tossed aside in a fit of rage. Gel moved with grace and ferocity—a whirlwind of pink flames and unyielding spirit—each strike resonating with purpose and power. The remaining demons exchanged terrified glances; their mockery had turned to fear as they realized they were no match for this Amazon warrior whose strength was fueled by both skill and an indomitable will to protect her homeland.

*Nemo*

In the thick of the battle, the air crackled with tension as Pipai (Pepper), the Fishing Cat of the Musk Dynasty, stood poised amidst a swirling chaos of demon warriors clad in jagged leather armor. With a deep breath, he tapped into his Qi, feeling the familiar surge of energy coursing through him. The water element within him responded eagerly, and he began to weave his magic.

As he channeled his power, an ethereal mist enveloped him, shimmering like liquid silver under the dim light of the battlefield. The demons, sensing movement in the fog, lunged forward with their crude weapons drawn. But just as they reached what they thought was their target, Pipai transformed into a wisp of mist—an illusion that danced away from their grasp.

The demons stumbled in confusion as their strikes met nothing but air. In that fleeting moment of distraction, Pipai reformed behind them, his claws glinting with lethal intent. With a swift motion that seemed to blur time itself, he struck down one demon with a single slice—a clean cut that severed armor and flesh alike. The creature crumpled to the ground before it even realized what had happened.

Emboldened by his success, Pipai continued this deadly dance. Each time a demon charged at him through the misty veil he created, they found only an empty space where he had been moments before. Their frustration mounted as they swung wildly at shadows while Pipai remained elusive.

With each failed attack against his illusions, Pipai capitalized on their openings. He darted from one side to another like a phantom in the fog—each strike precise and devastating. Another demon fell victim to his swift blade; its defenses were lowered after an ill-fated attempt to strike at what it believed was its prey.

*Nemo*

The air crackled with tension as Mu Si stood poised, her lavender eyes shimmering with an otherworldly light. The leather-clad demons surrounding her sneered, underestimating the seemingly delicate warrior before them. They had come to conquer, but they were about to learn a harsh lesson in hubris.

As she gripped the whip tightly, a sudden gust of wind swirled around her, lifting her silver hair into a wild dance that mirrored the chaos of battle. The demons exchanged glances, their confidence wavering as they witnessed this strange phenomenon. With each flick of her wrist, the whip began to shimmer with a vibrant purple aura, pulsating like a heartbeat filled with rage and power.

In an instant, the whip transformed before their very eyes. No longer just a tool for control, it morphed into a formidable mace and chain weapon reminiscent of Belmont's Vampire Killer from Castlevania.

The once-innocuous weapon now radiated an intimidating presence, its chains glinting ominously in the dim light.

Mu Si's expression shifted dramatically; gone was the calm demeanor of the Amazon warrior. Instead, a sadistic smile spread across her face—a chilling sight that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest demons. She reveled in the newfound power coursing through her veins, feeling invincible as she prepared to unleash chaos upon her foes.

With a swift motion, she swung the mace and chain overhead, letting out a battle cry that echoed through the forest like thunder. The demons recoiled in fear as they realized their mistake; this was no ordinary Amazon warrior—they had awakened something far more dangerous.

*Nemo*

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue across the battlefield, Sijiang (Sage) stood resolute at the forefront of the Musk Dynasty's forces. With a deep breath, he summoned his battle aura, channeling his Qi into a magnificent manifestation—a colossal bear made entirely of ethereal flames erupted around him. The air crackled with energy as the fiery bear roared to life, its eyes glowing like molten gold.

With each movement Sijiang executed—graceful yet powerful—the bear mirrored him perfectly, its massive paws striking down with ferocity. As he transitioned into a low stance reminiscent of a bear preparing to pounce, the fiery apparition followed suit, its claws swiping through the air with an intensity that sent shockwaves rippling across the ground.

The demon soldiers advanced with menacing growls and snarls. Their eyes glinted with malice as they charged forward, eager to tear through flesh and bone. But as they neared Sijiang, their confidence faltered; they were mere shadows against the blazing might of his spirit beast.

Sijiang unleashed a primal roar that echoed across the battlefield. The bear surged forward, engulfing several demons in its fiery embrace. The heat was unbearable; their armor began to warp under the intense temperature as they screamed in agony. Each swipe from the bear's paw sent demons flying like ragdolls, their bodies colliding with others in chaotic disarray.

With every calculated strike from Sijiang's martial arts—each movement fluid and deliberate—the ethereal bear responded in kind. It crushed enemies beneath its weight while sending torrents of flame cascading outward, incinerating those who dared approach too closely. The ground trembled beneath them as if acknowledging the sheer power unleashed by this Warrior of the Bear.

*Nemo*

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield, Se Ru Mu (Serum) stood poised with her intricately carved staff. The air crackled with tension as she surveyed the advancing horde of leather-clad demons, their eyes glinting with malice. With a swift motion, she spun her staff, and the carvings began to shimmer with a deep crimson light.

The crimson orbs materialized around her, swirling like fireflies caught in a tempest. Each orb pulsed with energy, resonating with the ancient power of her lineage. As the first wave of demons lunged forward, their claws outstretched and weapons raised high, Se Ru Mu unleashed her magic. The orbs shot forth like arrows from a bow, embedding themselves into the bodies of her foes.

With each impact, the demons' eyes ignited with a hellish glow as they became unwitting puppets to her will. They turned on one another in a chaotic frenzy; swords clashed against claws while guttural roars filled the air. One demon, larger than the rest and clad in jagged armor, attempted to sneak up on Se Ru Mu from behind. But she was quicker.

In one fluid motion, she pivoted and thrust her staff backward into its gut. The moment contact was made, she channeled a dozen red spirit orbs directly into it. The demon's body convulsed violently as if caught in an unseen storm; limbs flailed uncontrollably while its mouth opened in a silent scream. The sound of cracking bones echoed ominously through the chaos—an unsettling symphony that signaled its loss of control.

Se Ru Mu watched intently as the demon danced erratically around her—a grotesque marionette whose strings had been severed by an unseen hand. She felt a surge of power coursing through her veins; this was not just combat but an art form—a dance between life and death where she wielded fate itself.

With renewed determination, Se Ru Mu prepared for what lay ahead. More demons were closing in, but she was ready to unleash more of her ancestral magic upon them—her legacy as Tóng Nī's (Tonic's) heir burning brightly within her.

*Nemo*

Keluofu (Clove), the Clouded Leopard Warrior of the Musk Dynasty, stood poised in the dense underbrush, his breath steady and rhythmic. The air around him shimmered with latent energy as he focused on circulating the Qi within his body. Each inhalation filled him with strength, while each exhalation released tension, allowing him to tap into the ancient power that flowed through his veins. His unique vocalizations echoed softly, a haunting melody that resonated with the spirits of nature, invoking their protection and guidance.

As he prepared for battle, Keluofu's feline features sharpened; his eyes glowed like twin moons in the twilight, reflecting both ferocity and grace. The legends whispered of his kind—guardians of balance and harbingers of change—and he embodied these tales as he transformed into a living embodiment of their might.

Suddenly, from the shadows emerged a battalion of demons clad in leather armor reminiscent of ancient Chinese soldiers. Their grotesque forms twisted and contorted, wielding weapons that glinted ominously in the dim light. They advanced with menacing intent, but Keluofu was undeterred. With a powerful leap, he surged forward like a bolt of lightning striking its target.

His fingers elongated into razor-sharp claws as he descended upon them. The first demon barely had time to react before Keluofu's hands tore through flesh and armor alike with the precision and ferocity akin to that of a saber-tooth tiger. Blood sprayed across the ground as he danced through their ranks—a whirlwind of fur and fury—each movement fluid and calculated.

*Nemo*

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow across the battlefield, Si Pei (Spray) stood resolute, her blue hair dancing in the evening breeze. The golden hue of her eyes reflected a fierce determination as she centered herself, drawing upon the deep well of qi within her. With each controlled breath, she felt the energy coursing through her veins, ready to unleash its power against the oncoming horde.

The demons, clad in the leather armor reminiscent of Chinese soldiers, charged forward with a menacing roar. Their confidence was palpable; they believed themselves invincible against any mortal foe. But Si Pei had other plans. As she focused her energy, throwing stars materialized in her hands—each one coated with a potent concoction designed to incapacitate even the most resilient of foes.

With a swift flick of her wrist, she sent the stars flying through the air like shooting stars. They whistled past her and struck true, piercing through gaps in the demons' armor. The initial cries of pain echoed around her as they staggered back, but their unnatural resilience kept them from faltering completely.

"Nǐ yǐjīng sǐle!" (You Are Already Dead!) Si Pei says, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

"Shénme?" (What?) one demon gasped incredulously as it felt an unsettling shift within its body.

Suddenly, an eerie transformation began. The demons' bodies contorted grotesquely; bones cracked and muscles twisted unnaturally under their armor. It was as if some dark magic had taken hold of them. They writhed in agony as their forms expanded and distorted beyond recognition.

Then came the inevitable climax—their bodies could no longer contain the chaos within. With a series of violent explosions that sent viscera splattering across the battlefield, they erupted into clouds of blood and gore. The remnants fell like rain around Si Pei, who stood untouched amidst the carnage—a testament to her mastery over both qi and combat.

*Nemo*

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the battlefield, Kumin focused intently on his breathing technique. Each inhale filled him with Qi, a powerful energy that surged through his body, enhancing his senses and agility. The air around him shimmered as he activated his Marbled Cat Fist style, a unique martial art that allowed him to blend seamlessly into his surroundings.

With a final exhale, Kumin's aura began to fade, rendering him nearly invisible to the demon soldiers who surrounded him. They stood in stunned silence, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. Suddenly, Kumin vanished from sight entirely; it was as if he had been swallowed by the shadows themselves.

The demons exchanged nervous glances, their confidence wavering. They swung their blades wildly in an attempt to catch Kumin off guard but only sliced through empty air. Confusion settled among them like a thick fog as they realized they were being hunted rather than hunting.

Moments later, one of the soldiers lost his footing and stumbled onto the blood-soaked ground. As he struggled to regain his balance, he felt a sharp pain erupt from multiple wounds across his body—deep cuts that had gone unnoticed until now. Panic spread like wildfire among the ranks as more soldiers began to notice similar injuries; they were bleeding profusely yet had no idea how or when they had been struck.

Kumin moved with grace and precision, each strike delivered with such speed and stealth that it left no trace of its origin. His Marbled Cat Fist style was designed not only for offense but also for psychological warfare; by making himself imperceptible during combat, he instilled fear and confusion in his enemies. The demons were left reeling from invisible attacks, their morale crumbling as they fell one by one into the mud—victims of a masterful warrior who danced between realms of visibility and invisibility.

*Nemo*

The air crackled with tension as Hé Bǎi stood at the forefront of the battlefield, his presence commanding and regal. Clad in ornate armor that shimmered like scales under the sun, he felt the pulse of his dragon blood coursing through him, igniting a fierce determination. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself as he summoned the ancient qi manipulation techniques of the Musk Dynasty.

With a deep breath, Hé Bǎi extended his hands outward, channeling his blue-green dragon qi into a swirling vortex of energy. The ethereal sword materialized before him, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly glow that reflected both power and grace. This was not just any weapon; it was an extension of his will, forged from the very essence of his lineage.

"Qīnglóng Qi Jiàn!"

青龙气剑

"Azure Dragon Energy Sword."

As the demon soldiers charged forward, their grotesque forms snarling and brandishing crude weapons, Hé Bǎi's eyes snapped open. With a swift motion, he gripped the hilt of his energy sword and leaped into action. The first swing cleaved through the air with a resonant hum, slicing through two demons in one fluid motion. Their bodies fell apart like dry leaves caught in a tempest.

But Hé Bǎi was not done yet. He pivoted on his heel and unleashed arcs of energy from the blade—each strike precise and devastating. The arcs shot forth like serpents striking their prey, disintegrating anything they touched. A group of demons attempting to flank him were caught off guard as they were engulfed by spirals of blue-green light, their screams echoing across the battlefield before fading into silence.

With each movement, Hé Bǎi danced between foes with unparalleled agility; he was both predator and protector. He parried blows aimed at him with effortless grace while countering with lethal precision. His mastery over swordsmanship was evident as he transitioned seamlessly between close combat and ranged attacks.

*Nemo*

As she faced a horde of demons—twisted abominations that threatened her homeland—Pang Tian felt the familiar surge of energy within her. She closed her eyes briefly, centering herself as she summoned forth her Righteous qi. It radiated from her like a beacon of hope, contrasting sharply against the malignant energy emanating from the demons.

With a swift motion, she began to channel her power. Unlike in her youth when she needed to spiral around her opponent, now she could harness any contrasting energies at will. The ground beneath her feet trembled as she invoked the ancient words of power passed down through generations. The air thickened with anticipation as a small tornado began to form around one particularly vile demon that charged towards her.

"Fēi Lóng Shēng Tiān Pò!"

飞龙升天破

"Flying Dragon Ascending Heaven Blast"

She shouted, thrusting her hands forward. The vortex intensified, pulling at the demon's very essence. It writhed and screamed as its dark qi was siphoned away into the swirling winds—a testament to Pang Tian's unwavering spirit and skill.

One by one, more demons were caught in this tempestuous dance of energy. Each twist and turn fed upon their anger and malice while amplifying Pang Tian's cold resolve and righteous fury. The sky darkened further as if nature itself was responding to this battle between light and darkness.

As she unleashed wave after wave of spiraling energy, each demon found themselves ensnared in their own vortexes—small tornadoes that seemed to have a life of their own, empowered by what Pang Tian called "God's fingers." They twisted and turned helplessly within these storms until they were nothing but shadows dissipating into nothingness.

*Nemo*

I'm very impressed with the Dynasty Warriors and Chinese Amazons of 1643. These are legendary heroes of their era, far stronger than the generations that would appear in just over three hundred years. It's sad how these tribes will decline in the future and become merely a shadow of themselves.

Speaking about shadows, my small of shadow elemental warriors – the Knight Kahn – are doing most of my work. The shadow warriors in black armor are superior in every way to the artificial demon warriors produced by Akihiko. The demon warriors are superior to Chinese soldiers untrained in qi manipulation, but they are cannon fodder to me.

"You let your summoned shadows do all the work?" asks the Dragon-blooded King, curious and not daring to mock.

"Mostly to deal with trash." I say as I turn and grab a demon warrior by the throat. This one was exceptional and managed to get past my Knight Kahn, but with a flick my wrist its neck is snapped. The leather armor then begins to "deflate" as the flesh disintegrates and soon even the bones with sublimate into nothingness.

Seems Akihiko doesn't want anything left behind for Oda's forensic analysis to take apart.

"I guess I could clean up the rest. No practice makes me dull." I say as I place my hand on the soul slicing sword Kurayami.

"Wàn Yǐng Qiē!"

万影切

"Ten thousand shadow cut!"

A cloud of pure darkness flows out of me and washes over the valley like a tsunami. With it's passing, not a single person, plant, or animal, not the smallest ant or the youngest blade of grass. The only exception are the remaining demon soldiers who collapse to the ground in pieces, including their weapons and armor.

The Musk Dynasty Warriors and Chinese Amazons stare bug eyed at the OP technique.

*Nemo*

After the battle, Oda's automatons arrived to do a cleanup and analyze of the area.

"The artificial demon soldiers were just a distraction. While the best of their generations was dealing with those generic drones, Akihiko sent specialized units to raid the tribes." says Oda, his voice coming out of one of his teddy bears. Hé Bǎi, Pang Tian, and Huǒ Là Mǐ have all seen a countless number of strange and bizarre things in their lives, but this one is at least in the Top 20s. "A fountain at Jusendo is damaged after agents drilled into it to retrieve the waters. I managed to patch it with help of the Phoenix people but we could have minor flooding in Jusenkyō."

The magical waters of Jusenkyō cause transformative effects and the source is the fountain at Jusendo. The entire final Arc of the Ranma ½ manga occurred because raw phoenix people wanted to use the waters to help accelerate the maturation of their Phoenix King, but messing with the waters would cause Jusenkyō to dry up. The Guide sent his daughter with the map to get help from the cursed in Nerima, people who would have a vested interest in Jusenkyō's survival.

"The Musk Dynasty Citadel was hit with some sort of smoke grenades that knocked out the majority of the warriors. We are still analyzing the alchemical agent. Agents then raided the place for blood of the warriors and even succeeded in capturing several prime specimens."

Hé Bǎi growls in rage, steam pouring from his mouth, an indicator of his dragon blood.

"The Amazon village was also raided. Their library was loot and the Lore master was killed. Martial and magical knowledge was stolen from the archives. Several of the lower ranked fighters were also captured and we discovered a traitor among the Amazons."

Pang Tian is furious with her staff in a white-knuckle grip.

"Who!? Who is the Traitor!?" she says, anger boiling beyond her control "Who has betrayed their amazon heritage and harmed their sisters!?"

"Ā Tè Shì" says Oda, making the Amazon Elder pale.

Ā Tè Shì (Aftershave), whose name (阿特世) means "Special World" or "Unique Generation.", is a rare male warrior in the woman hero tribe. He's Pang Tian's grandson and is skilled and wise enough, that if he wasn't a male, he could have one day be an elder of Tribe.

"Why!? Why did he betray me? Why did he betray everything!?"

"According to what we could find, Akihiko offered him more. More freedom to travel, more freedom to learn, even youth and immortality. He felt he had learned all he could in a small village that saw him less because of how he was born." says Oda, "Not justifying what he did. If I was him, I would have just run away from the village."

Two more teddy bear automatons arrive holding an artificial demon soldier. This one is different from the others as instead of having dark red-brown skin, its skin is a pale ash-grey and instead of red, its eyes are silver with black sclera. It also lacks the vestigial demon horns that the other's possess. It's wearing loose dark ash grey clothing instead of Chinese leather armor, which makes it look like a Chinese Assassin (影子, yǐngzi).

"This one is far more advanced than the other ones Akihiko sent. I'm guessing espionage, sabotage, and assassination, if it's ability to turn invisible and ability to secrete poisons is an indication."

[ALERT!]

Without hesitation, I grab and toss the Demon Assassin into the sky. What I don't expect is to be teleported with the demon. With my enhanced vision I can see lines of glowing symbols on both the assassin's body and my clothing. If my translation is correct, it's a spell that prevents the targets from fleeing while the assassin self-destructs. I try to grab the assassin to kill him before he can detonate, but that triggers a random teleportation that makes me dizzy.

Finally, the Assassin and me find ourselves underwater and there is an explosion of Yōki. It's a very noisy explosion as the water turns to steam around me. It overloads my senses and it takes me a few minutes to realize where I am.

I'm sitting on a hot muddy ground, eroded by the steam explosion and its organic components decomposing due to the heat. I can hear the sound of water, including geysers. I also watch as fragments of bamboo fall from the air.

I'm in one of the Cursed Pools of Jusenkyō. I look down at myself, but I don't see any difference.

[New Ability Acquired]

[Transformation]

You have been exposed to the transformative magic of Jusenkyō, but due to your nature as a Black Dragon you have resisted the curse. Instead, you have consumed the magic and can now freely transform into your "curse" form, which will retain the resistance and abilities of your true form.

"That doesn't tell me what I turn into."

A Chinese sign lands in front of me.

美人鱼溺泉

Měirényúnìquán. In Japanese it would be Ningyoinīchuan, Spring of the Drowned Mermaid!

"Myu?"

I turn at the voice to see a girl sitting next to me.

The character, once a formidable demonic soldier, has been transformed into an enchanting figure resembling an eight-year-old girl. Her silver eyes shimmer with an otherworldly glow, reflecting both innocence and a hint of her past power. Long, flowing black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk, framing her delicate face and accentuating her youthful features. Her ears are unique resembling the fins of a tropical fish.

Her upper body is draped in tattered clothing, oversized and frayed at the edges, giving her a whimsical appearance that contrasts sharply with the remnants of her former strength. The fabric clings loosely to her small frame, adding to her vulnerability.

From the waist down, she possesses the lower body of a golden-scaled fish, glistening in shades of gold and green under the light. The scales are smooth and iridescent, catching the eye with their vibrant hues as they ripple gracefully with every movement. Before my eyes, the tail transforms into legs and she tries to stand, but she is unsteady. As she lands on the ground, she begins to cry like a helpless child and I go over and pick her up.

"Myu?" says the little girl, before hugging me tight, "Myu!"

[E̴͇̾͐͒R̸̙̈R̴̯̋͝Ȯ̸̘͊͒Ṛ̶̡̪͌]

Mermaid (Unique)

A former artificial demon assassin who was exposed to the waters of Spring of the Drowned Mermaid while attempting to trigger its self-destruct. Due to a combination of esoteric energies and unknown reactions of the subject, Nemo, and the Pool, the assassin has been permanently transformed into a unique variant of amphibious Mermaid. The transformation has also permanently wiped out all memories and mental programming of the assassin, leaving a child-like blank slate. This child-like mind combined with the demon soldier's actual age being very low due to accelerated aging, resulted in a body matching the mind.

[Amphibious Mermaid]

A breed of mermaid that can live both in water and on the land, by freely transforming her lower half. She must still return to the ocean to have her children and must fed on purely aquatic mermaids to obtain the prenatal nutrients.

"Very Bad. Customers fall into Měirényúnìquán, where a Mermaid drowned 2,000 years ago fleeing from those who sought immortality. Mermaid actually possessed a benign heart, which makes it a true tragedy." says a fat man dressed in the robes of a Qing Dynasty civil servant. I'm guessing he's the Jusenkyō Guide of this era and looks identical to the one Ranma knows in the future, beyond the different clothing.

The Phoenix People Advisor, Great Amazon Elder, and Dragon Blooded King are all staring me holding the child mermaid with wide-eyed looks of WTF.

*Nemo*

1693

Genroku 6

In China, the year 1693 fell during the reign of the Kangxi Emperor of the Qing dynasty, which lasted from 1661 to 1722. This period was marked by significant consolidation of power and territorial expansion. The Kangxi Emperor focused on stabilizing the empire after years of internal strife and rebellion, including efforts to integrate various ethnic groups within China. He also promoted Confucianism as a state ideology, which helped to legitimize his rule and foster loyalty among his subjects. In 1693, the Qing dynasty was engaged in consolidating its control over Taiwan, which had been formally annexed in 1683.

In Japan, the year 1693 was part of the Edo period (1603-1868), characterized by a long period of peace, stability, and isolation under the Tokugawa shogunate. During this time, Japan experienced economic growth, urbanization, and cultural development. The population was largely engaged in agriculture, but there was also a flourishing merchant class in cities like Edo (modern Tokyo) and Osaka. In 1693 specifically, Japan was dealing with issues related to trade restrictions imposed by the shogunate, which limited foreign influence but allowed for some interaction with Dutch traders at Nagasaki.

*Nemo*

Hawaii

1693

In 1693, Hawaii was inhabited primarily by Native Hawaiians, who were Polynesian settlers that arrived in the islands between approximately 1219 and 1266 CE. The population was organized into chiefdoms ruled by aliʻi (chiefs), supported by a class of kahuna (priests) and makaʻāinana (commoners).

My daughter Myu, adopted for the past fifty years by me, Izumi, and Irene, is currently playing on the white sandy beach. Despite being over fifty years old, she barely ten on both a biological and emotional level. Whatever variant of Mermaid she is, she ages less than twentieth a human and according to Doctor Nobunara Oda, her aging will continue to slow as she matures. Thankfully, all her friends and family are yōkai, hanyō, and artificial immortals, so she will never be alone. Immortality is only a curse when you're isolated.

When you aren't, in Oda's words, "it may as well be a working vacation"; provided you invest your money wisely and let your wealth build itself up in the generational sense. Like the "old money" in wizarding families in popular fiction.

She's currently playing with other yōkai, hanyō, and enhanced children from Horai, who are on this island for a "vacation". Most of the children are orphans who are either adopted by Horai citizens or live at the Orphanage. The Orphanage is a very pleasant place thanks to Oda's engineering and supervision, so any child that doesn't find a home among our small population can still have a happy childhood. I consider it opposite to those horror story orphanages you see children running away from in movies and books.

I'm currently sitting in a sun chair drinking a cool drink. Next to me is Kamohoaliʻi, the Chief Shark God, possesses a striking and commanding presence in his human form. He stands tall at approximately 6 feet 5 inches, with a muscular build that reflects his warrior status. His skin is a warm bronze, reminiscent of sun-kissed Hawaiian shores, and it glistens subtly as if kissed by ocean spray.

His hair is long and dark, cascading down his back like waves, often adorned with traditional Hawaiian ornaments such as feathers or shells that signify his divine heritage. His facial features are sharp and defined; high cheekbones and a strong jawline give him an air of authority. His eyes are deep-set and piercing, resembling the color of the ocean depths—an intense blue-green that can shift to stormy gray when he is agitated.

Kamohoaliʻi's swimmer physique is not only muscular but also agile, showcasing both strength and grace. He has broad shoulders and powerful arms that hint at his prowess in battle. His hands are large yet gentle, capable of both destruction and tenderness.

He wears minimal clothing made from natural materials, allowing for ease of movement while highlighting his physique. Traditional tattoos adorn his body, telling stories of his lineage and accomplishments as a chief and protector of the sea.

"Are you sure about this Kamo?" I ask my friend.

"Yes. With his mother's passing, the best place for my son is among your people. I have looked into your souls. Your people possess the strength and resources to raise my son so he doesn't end up like Nanaue."

Nanaue was the son of Kamohoaliʻi, the king of sharks, and Kalei, a beautiful maiden from Waipio Valley. Nanaue was born with a unique deformity: a shark's mouth on his back. His mother instructed him never to eat meat to avoid developing a taste for human flesh. However, after consuming meat at the age of seven, he became insatiably hungry for human flesh. Despite his struggles, he continued to devour humans and he was ultimately captured and killed by the local people with the help of the demigod Unauna.

"I understand. What's his name again?"

"Lono"

A male Hawaiian name meaning "Peaceful", something his other son never achieved.

There is a lot of pain in Kamo's voice.

The boy himself is playing with my adopted daughter. The young boy looks like his father's human form, with a body that will someday react the same physique as his father. He possesses the same blue-green eyes, bronze skin, and long dark hair, only with the same amount of decoration due to his age. He also wears a necklace with what people of the twenty first century would mistake for a Megaladon tooth. Only those with supernatural knowledge would know that was a tooth from Kamohoaliʻi's true divine shark form. Unlike his long deceased half-brother Nanaue, Lono doesn't have a shark mouth on his back. Instead, he has the teeth of a shark. Nothing the people of Horai can't handle

There is a burst of light as the Chinese tribals are teleported to the island. Ever since the incident at Jusenkyō, the three tribes have formed an alliance with Horai. Horai has kept the tribes working together and acted as a neutral party in disputes. During a recent meeting, I mentioned I was going on a vacation trip to a tropical island with the children of Horai and some tribe members with overenergetic children asked to come.

Shan Pu and Basil have arrived with their six-year-old granddaughter Cologne (b 1687). Right now, she's an adorable little girl with purple hair who's excited to see her Horai friends. I'm not sure if she's the same girl who will become the leader of the Chinese Amazons and great-grandmother of Shampoo of the twentieth century. In the anime, Cologne was over three hundred years old, but the manga version was over a hundred eighteen years, making her this Cologne's descendant. What I do know is Horai will be part of her life and the lives of her tribe for many years to come.

"Papa! Come make sand castles with us!"

"You're not asking Uncle Nobu? He likes to build things."

"He cheats."

Doctor Nobunara Oda never plays fair facing his enemies, which is smart because you never want an enemy to have an advantage. Fairness and honor are for sporting events, not life or death battles. Oda also tends to be ahead of everyone else, planning thirty steps ahead, so he can be an invincible miracle-working genius. Still, he uses earth magic and his engineering degrees to build sand castles with his grandchildren!

He creates a cure for most forms of Cancer using his research into mermaid toxin because Cancer cells are basically "immortal", yet he cheats when making sand castles against children. Eccentric is an understatement.

*Nemo*

1743

Kanpō 3

During this period, Japan was under the rule of the Tokugawa shogunate, which maintained a policy of isolationism known as sakoku. This policy restricted foreign influence and trade primarily to the Dutch and Chinese at Nagasaki. In 1743, Japan was largely stable politically, but it faced internal challenges such as economic difficulties and social unrest among the peasantry due to heavy taxation and natural disasters.

In China, the Qing dynasty was at its height during this period under Emperor Qianlong. The empire experienced territorial expansion and consolidation of power. This era also saw advancements in arts and culture within China. The Qianlong Emperor was known for his patronage of literature and arts; he commissioned numerous works that celebrated Chinese culture.

*Nemo*

China

1743

In the heart of the Amazonian wilderness, warrior Kě Lún (可伦) stands as a beacon of strength and wisdom. At 56 years old, her appearance defies age, thanks to a unique blend of genetics, traditional medicine, and her mastery of qi manipulation. With vibrant purple hair cascading down her back, she embodies the spirit of youth and vitality, looking no older than 28. This remarkable preservation is not merely superficial; it reflects her deep commitment to both physical and spiritual well-being.

From a young age, Kě Lún was immersed in the dual disciplines of martial arts and political strategy. Her training began as soon as she could grasp the concepts of honor and leadership, instilling in her a profound understanding of what it means to guide others. Unlike many who came before her, Kě Lún has surpassed even her grandmother Shan Pu at this stage in life, showcasing an unparalleled dedication to mastering both combat techniques and the intricacies of governance.

As a master of Chinese Amazon martial arts, Kě Lún has honed skills that have been passed down through generations. She is well-versed in ancient techniques that not only enhance physical prowess but also cultivate mental discipline and ethical conduct. These teachings are more than just fighting styles; they are philosophies.

Kě Lún's vision extends beyond personal mastery; she aspires to become a grandmaster who will ensure that these ancient martial arts endure through time. Her goal is to pass down these invaluable techniques to future generations of warriors within the woman hero tribe. By doing so, she aims to preserve their cultural heritage while also instilling a sense of morality and adherence to social norms among her students—qualities essential for any leader.

But even with all of her dedication, this is the tenth time she has been defeated by Izumi today and fortieth in total.

Kě Lún may be the greatest warrior of her generation, but Izumi is a Spider-Woman who's lived for centuries and can be considered the Grand Master of The Art of the Spider and Spider Clan ninjutsu. Her precognitive Spider-Sense also allows Izumi to predict every movement. Even with Kě Lún throwing three hundred punches in half a second, moving at six hundred meters a second (Mach 1.75), the green-haired beauty dodges them with casual ease.

"I wish I could give you a Kiss." says Kě Lún with a little frustration.

"Kiss of Death or Kiss of Marriage."

"Yes."

"The former would be impossible even if it wasn't already declared illegal to do to the people of Horai." says Izumi with a smirk, "You would also have to obtain immortality to survive the latter."

Kě Lún blushes scarlet at those words. More the latter than the former.

Suddenly, Izumi gets an Emergency Quest alert from her Gamer. Kě Lún is curious and decides to go with Izumi.

*Nemo*

"Hiss!"

Izumi and Kě Lún stare at the scene with look of disgust and horror.

The forest clearing, once a serene sanctuary, now stands as a haunting tableau of chaos and carnage. Jagged remnants of trees jut out from the ground like broken teeth, their bark shredded and splintered, revealing the raw, pale wood beneath. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the earthy aroma of disturbed soil, creating an oppressive atmosphere that weighs heavily on the senses.

Scattered throughout the clearing are grotesque fragments of what was once human flesh—torn limbs lie in unnatural positions, their sinews exposed and glistening under the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. The ground is slick with crimson pools that ripple slightly in the breeze, a stark contrast to the mud that has been churned up by frantic movements.

In this nightmarish scene, a deep hole gapes ominously at the center—a dark maw that seems to absorb all light around it. The edges are caked with dried blood and bits of fur from unfortunate animals that have met their end here. The stench emanating from this pit is overpowering; it carries hints of decay and rot, suggesting that whatever horrors transpired here were not isolated to just one event but rather part of a gruesome cycle.

The silence is deafening, interrupted only by the distant rustle of leaves as if nature itself recoils from this desecration. Shadows dance along the periphery of the clearing, hinting at unseen eyes watching from afar—perhaps remnants of those who once roamed these woods now transformed into something far more sinister.

"Nekoken."

Cat Fist, also known as Nekoken or Māoquán, is a martial art technique that imitates the movements of animals. Now there are many animal-based martial arts including ones that imitate felines like Heihuquan (Black Tiger Fist) and some versions of Baguazhang (Eight Trigram Palm), but the dreaded Cat Fist transforms its practitioner into a feline berserker capable of manipulating one's qi based on felines. Not only is it nearly impossible to learn and causes severe mental damage to the student (sometimes leaving them with the mind of a cat permanently), but even if the student survives the training and awakens the technique it's uncontrollable. Many "teachers" of this technique have been killed by their own students, subconsciously seeking revenge for the pain and suffering.

Cat Fist is a banned technique that only an idiot would attempt to teach. Izumi picks up the remains of a very old scroll written in Vedic Sanskrit.

"Another idiot who mistook the Cat Fist for the Bloodline Art."

In the realm of mystical beings, feline apparitions known as neko yōkai possess unique martial arts that blend their innate animalistic movements with their spiritual energy, or yoki. These arts are not merely physical techniques; they embody the essence of their feline nature, allowing them to harness agility, stealth, and ferocity in combat. Each species of neko yōkai has developed its own distinct style, influenced by their environment and cultural heritage.

The martial arts practiced by these feline beings are classified as Bloodline Arts. This designation signifies that such techniques are deeply intertwined with the lineage and essence of the practitioners. Only those who share the blood of a neko yōkai can safely learn and master these arts without risking severe repercussions. The connection to their ancestry is vital; it grants them access to powerful abilities that humans cannot replicate.

For instance, in Mesoamerica, the true Jaguar warriors serve Tepeyollotl, embodying strength and stealth through their art form that reflects the jaguar's prowess. Similarly, in Egypt, guardians of Bastet utilize fluid movements reminiscent of cats while invoking divine protection against threats. In Asia, weretigers have honed their skills into formidable fighting styles that emphasize raw power and cunning tactics.

Izumi finishes her lecture to Kě Lún, when the Cat Fist victim emerges from the woods.

The small six-year-old Chinese boy stands at the edge of the forest, his presence both haunting and unsettling. His messy black hair falls in wild tufts around his face, framing a visage that is both youthful and terrifying. The deep tanned skin, marred by numerous old scars and callouses, tells a story of hardship and survival. Fresh scraps and cuts crisscross his body, evidence of recent skirmishes that have left him bloodied yet unbroken.

His dark eyes, while still unmistakably human, are devoid of innocence or warmth; instead, they glint with an animalistic ferocity that hints at a primal rage simmering beneath the surface. The boy's demeanor is not that of a child but rather resembles that of an aggressive feral cat, poised to strike at any moment. His movements are quick and erratic, reflecting the unpredictable nature of a creature driven by instinct rather than reason.

Soaked in blood—the blood of cats, his own blood from the horrific training, and the remnants of his shredded teacher—his appearance is grotesque yet compelling. Each drop seems to amplify the aura surrounding him, which manifests as a monstrous tiger made of qi energy. This spectral beast looms behind him, its form pulsating with rage and power, mirroring the boy's inner turmoil.

As he stands there, his jaw vibrates with agitation; it's a low growl that resonates deep within his chest—a warning to anyone who dares approach. The air around him crackles with tension as if nature itself recoils from the chaotic energy he exudes. In this moment, he embodies both vulnerability and danger—a tragic figure caught between childhood innocence and the savage instincts awakened by brutal training.

Most people would be scared or hesitant to approach a feline berserker who can shred tress and people with equal absurd ease. Most people are not the Spider Queen of Horai and Cologne of the Chinese Amazons.

Izumi moves with superhuman speed and agility, surpassing the boy's own supernatural speed. She easily avoids the attacks of the boy, except the nigh invisible qi claws do manage to tear part of her clothing. She fires expanding webs of silk, only for the boy to shred the threads with ease. Izumi is not deterred by the boy cutting through fibers as she predicted it. He was so focused on the big white webs, her didn't notice a spray of pellets the size of rice grains. These pellets explode on contact with the boy, coating him with small sticky silk strains. Izumi is then able to use her [Silk Manipulation] skill to restrict the boy's movements like the Pro-Hero Best Jeanist did in her home world.

While the boy is yowling like a cat in alarm, Kě Lún strikes. She gets close without fear of being decapitated, dismembered, or disemboweled by the boy's qi claws. She launches her attack of hundreds of blows in half a second, but this is not the normal chestnut fist. Instead, she strikes pressure points on the boy's body, shutting down his rampaging qi and knocking the boy unconscious.

"We need to get him medical attention." says Kě Lún as she picks up the blood-stained boy, "He's lost a lot of blood and his qi is nearly depleted."

One of the greatest problems of techniques that sacrifice sanity for power is you can't consciously end them. Many victims of the cat fist and similar berserker techniques continue to fight until they deplete all their body resources. Cat Fist is very qi intensive and can cripple an average child in minutes.

*Nemo*

1793

Kansei 5

French Revolution - In France, the French Revolution was in full swing. On January 21, Louis XVI, known as Citizen Capet, was guillotined in Paris after being found guilty of treason by the French National Convention. This marked a significant turning point in the revolution and the establishment of a republic.

Founding Fathers of the United States - During this tumultuous period in France, key figures in American history were alive and active. George Washington served as the first President of the United States, while John Adams and Thomas Jefferson played crucial roles in shaping the new nation alongside Alexander Hamilton and other founding fathers.

Haitian Revolution - The Haitian Revolution also gained momentum during this year, as enslaved people in Saint-Domingue (modern-day Haiti) began to rise against colonial rule, seeking freedom and equality. This revolution would eventually lead to Haiti's independence and serve as an inspiration for other liberation movements.

Macartney Mission In 1793, one of the most significant diplomatic events involving China was the Macartney Mission. Led by Earl George Macartney, this mission aimed to improve trade relations between Great Britain and the Qing dynasty. The British sought to address a growing trade imbalance due to high demand for Chinese goods such as tea, silk, and porcelain.

Japan's Isolationist Policy During this time, Japan was governed by the Tokugawa shogunate, which enforced a strict isolationist policy known as sakoku (鎖国). This policy limited foreign influence and trade, allowing Japan to maintain its cultural integrity while avoiding conflicts with Western powers.

*Nemo*

Canada

1793

In the dim light of dawn, Jemima stood at the edge of the forest, her heart racing with the remnants of last night's transformation. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere she had fled. She could still feel the power coursing through her veins, a legacy from her ancestors who whispered tales of shamans and their mystical abilities.

As she glanced back at the distant silhouette of her former master's estate, a shiver ran down her spine. The stories had always seemed like mere folklore—fantasies spun to comfort those trapped in despair. Yet here she was, a living testament to their truth. The beast within her had not only granted her freedom but also awakened a fierce determination to reclaim her identity.

Jemima took a deep breath, grounding herself in this new reality. She was no longer just an escaped slave; she was a guardian of her lineage, a vessel for the magic that flowed through her blood. With each step deeper into the woods, she felt more connected to the spirits of her ancestors, urging her forward.

But freedom came with its own set of dangers. The world outside was fraught with peril—hunters seeking bounties on runaway slaves and whispers of betrayal lurking in every shadow. Jemima knew she must tread carefully, harnessing both her newfound powers and the wisdom passed down through generations.

As sunlight filtered through the trees, illuminating her path ahead, Jemima resolved to find others like herself—those who carried the weight of history and hope. Together, they could forge a new destiny, one where legends were not just stories but realities that shaped their future.

"Hello, Jemima."

Jemima nearly jumps out of her skin at the voice and turns to see a strange woman standing near her. She didn't make a sound approaching her. Jemima is so scared she doesn't say anything.

She's a beautiful woman with chocolate brown eyes and long flowing red hair. She's dressed more like a male traveler than a rich lady, but Jemima can clearly tell this woman is someone who came from the old money and noble blood. The woman carries herself with such power and authority, Jemima has to resist falling to her knees.

"My name is Irene Belserion, one of the rulers of a magical island called Horai."

"Magical, Madam?" says the young slave with caution. In a world where trust is scarce, especially towards those who hold power and privilege, her instincts tell her to be cautious. However, the allure of magic sparks curiosity within her.

"Yes. You have awakened a rare talent and I have come to offer you, my help."

"Why me?"

"Horai helps people."

"The Master..."

"No worry about him. I came to him and offered him more than enough money to free all of his slaves." says Irene.

"Will he buy more?"

"As of today, the Act to Prevent the Further Introduction of Slaves and to Limit the Term of Contracts for Servitude, commonly referred to as the Act to Limit Slavery, means no more slaves will be brought into Canada and all slaves and any slave born after today will be free at age 25. Within forty years all slavery in Canada will be abolished."

Jemima nearly falls to her knees at Irene's words. Freedom for All is a very special concept.

*Nemo*

United States

1793

Doctor Nobunara Oda is currently disguised a rich Caucasian businessman and man of science Doctor Nathanial Odel. He has dark eyes, skin tanned by work in the sun, and dark hair tied back, but lacking the powdering favored by the upper class. He's dressed in a dark tailcoat, patterned waistcoat, white linen shirt, knee-length breeches made from matching fabric to the coat, cream stockings, and leather shoes with decorative buckles.

Doctor Odel has met many people in America during his travels including physician Benjamin Rush, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Banneker, and Matthew Baillie. He's watching a country being made before his very eyes; the country he originall grew up in. He's also been completing Quests for this world, preventing any "Variance Energy" from manifesting in the timeline.

Of course, it also went without saying that he'd born witness to things that'd have made him sick in his original life as an American.

"Can you believe it? In Japan, the practice of slavery was abolished as early as 1590. They recognized the inherent dignity of every human being long before many Western nations even considered such a notion. It's astonishing to think that while they were moving forward, embracing a more humane society, the United States is still shackled by this barbaric institution." he says to a group of scientists, "These days, slaves are not needed to do a man's work. Science has created many machines to do a man's job. Slavery is the practice of barbarians who can't see the future. Just look around us! The steam engine, the loom, and countless inventions are transforming labor into something that can be managed by machines. Why would we cling to an outdated system that relies on the subjugation of human beings when we have the means to elevate society through innovation?"

There is much applause from the gathered people.

In the dim light of the gathering, one figure stands apart from the throng of enthusiastic supporters. He is a towering presence, broad-shouldered and imposing, with a face etched by life's harsh realities. His pale brown eyes glint with malice, betraying a mind steeped in greed and cruelty. The scar that runs jaggedly down the side of his face serves as a testament to past violence, while his thick mustache curls disdainfully above thin lips that twist into a sneer at Doctor Nathanial Odel's impassioned words against slavery. Clad in fine but ostentatious clothing that speaks to his wealth as a slaver and merchant of human flesh, he embodies the very darkness that Odel seeks to eradicate. With every scoff and dismissive glance, he represents an unyielding force of oppression, reveling in the suffering he perpetuates.

"Why did you ask for me, Odel? You know my business." says the man with a deep rough voice.

"Yes, I know your *business*, Augustus Blackthorne." says Doctor Odel, going from the idealistic man of science to serious as a heart attack in a moment, "I know about your profits in human suffering. I also know about your dealings with Akihiko Kagayaku!"

"Who?' says Augustus truly confused and not recognizing the Japanese name.

"Oh. Forgive me, you know him as Aiden Shine."

Augustus Blackthorne's heart raced as he recalled the fateful day, he first met Aiden Shine. The dimly lit room where their deal was struck felt like a prison, the air thick with tension and the stench of desperation. Blackthorne had always prided himself on being in control, but in the presence of Shine, he felt like a mere pawn in a game played by a master manipulator.

Shine had entered with an unsettling calmness, his eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity that sent shivers down Blackthorne's spine. He spoke softly, yet each word dripped with malice, promising power and obedience through his sinister drugs. "Imagine," he had said, "a world where your slaves are not just compliant but utterly devoted—stripped of their will to resist."

Blackthorne had hesitated, sensing the darkness that enveloped Shine. But greed clouded his judgment; the allure of absolute control over his captives was too tempting to resist. As they sealed their agreement, Blackthorne felt a chill creep into his bones—a premonition that this was no ordinary transaction.

Now, as he stood before the remnants of his empire built on suffering and exploitation, fear gnawed at him. The very thought of Aiden Shine's name slipping from his lips sent waves of dread crashing over him. What if others found out? What if they learned that he had willingly allied himself with such a creature? The consequences would be dire; not only would he lose everything, but he would also face retribution from those who believed themselves righteous.

Augustus looks around and knows he's walked into a trap and he's now surrounded by his enemies. The men around him all rise to their feet, standing strong like patriotic soldiers willing to die at the side of Washington. He can even see these men draw hidden weapons and point them at him.

"Not only did you strip God given freewill from people, you made a deal with a Devil!" yells one man, his anger bubbling to the surface, "Not only that, but you paid him with slaves. Do you know what hell you condemned those people to?"

Blackthorne was terrified of Aiden Shine's mere presence. He honestly can't imagine the horrors the devil inflicted on his products.

Blackthorne decides on a plan. He will tell these men everything about the devil Aiden Shine and then he would "redeem" himself. With his money and blackmail information, he could escape the noose around his neck. As he opens his mouth to tell Aiden's secrets, he feels a dark presence and a memory from that night surfaces.

"I have many talents, but I also have many enemies. So, let's make a contract. I will give you drugs that strip will from man and you will pay me in some of your slaves for my own experiments. I will not tell your secrets and you will not tell mine. May any oath breaker suffer the fate of the slaves."

As one of the men with a knife get closer, Blackthorne tries to speak.

"Please, Aiden..."

As Augustus Blackthorne attempts to break his contract, the air around him thickens with an oppressive energy. His body begins to contort, muscles rippling and expanding unnaturally beneath his fine clothing. The fabric strains against his growing form, tearing at the seams as he towers even higher. His skin darkens, taking on a leathery texture that glistens with an otherworldly sheen.

His face morphs grotesquely; the scar on his cheek deepens and splits further, revealing jagged teeth beneath. His once pale brown eyes burn with a fiery intensity, transforming into glowing orbs of malevolence that reflect the torment of countless souls he has enslaved. The thick mustache twists into sharp tendrils that seem to writhe independently, adding to his monstrous visage.

Blackthorne's fingers elongate into claw-like appendages, each digit ending in a wicked talon capable of rending flesh from bone. A pair of twisted horns erupt from his forehead, curling back menacingly as they pierce through his hair. As he fully transforms into the demonic slave-beast, a chilling growl emanates from deep within him—a sound that echoes with the cries of those he has wronged.

As the grotesque transformation of Augustus Blackthorne into a demonic slave-beast unfolds, the air thickens with tension. Nicholas Odel, undeterred by the horror before him, stands resolute. His silver-edged saber gleams ominously in the dim light, a symbol of hope against the encroaching darkness.

With a primal roar that reverberates through the room, the beast lunges at Odel, its massive claws slashing through the air. But Odel is quicker; he sidesteps with agility that belies his stature and counters with a precise slash of his blade. The silver edge bites into the beast's flesh, causing it to howl in agony—a sound that echoes like thunder.

Odel's strikes are relentless and calculated, unrelenting as a deluge. He targets the multiple hearts hidden within the creature's grotesque form; each blow infused with righteous fury. As he slices through sinew and bone, glistening ichor sprays across the room, painting a grim tableau of battle. The other men watch in awe as Odel dances around the beast's powerful strikes, his movements fluid and purposeful.

The beast retaliates with ferocity, swinging its massive arms in an attempt to crush Odel beneath its weight. Yet each time it comes close, Odel anticipates its moves—his training as a demon hunter evident in every dodge and parry. He exploits openings created by its own rage, delivering swift cuts that sever tendons and disrupt its balance.

With one final surge of energy, Odel leaps onto a nearby table for elevation and brings down his saber in a decisive arc aimed at the creature's heart. The blade pierces deep into its chest cavity, there's a moment of silence, and then the beast lets out one last agonized roar before collapsing to the ground—its monstrous form finally still.

The room erupts in cheers as Odel stands over his fallen foe, breathing heavily but victorious. His eyes scan over his comrades who now see him not just as a warrior but as their savior—a true champion against evil.

"My word!"

"Amazing Odel! You are truly a righteous warrior of God!"

"Outstanding!"

Odel (Oda) stares at the corpse. With his Gamer vision, he saw the beast has several bars of health.

As Nicholas Odel drives his blade into the demon's corpse, a violent shudder ripples through the lifeless body, as if the very essence of the creature is rebelling against its demise. The initial stab sends a shockwave of dark energy coursing through the air, causing the surrounding atmosphere to crackle with malevolent power. With each subsequent thrust, a cacophony of hissing and wailing erupts from the corpse, echoing the tormented souls trapped within.

The moment Odel pierces the final heart, an explosive release of aura occurs.

Simultaneously, the flesh of the demon begins to bubble and blister as if reacting to an unseen force. The skin darkens and cracks open, revealing a fiery glow beneath—an indication of the infernal energy contained within. In mere moments, this flesh disintegrates into ash, swirling like smoke before being whisked away by an unseen wind.

The bones left behind are not spared from this supernatural dissolution; they too begin to crumble under an invisible pressure. They fracture into dust that dances in the air before vanishing entirely. The only remnants left are tattered shreds of Blackthorne's clothing that flutter gently downwards—a haunting reminder of what once was.

"My word...!"

"You've proven the existence of monsters and devils, Odel. We will support you all the way."

*Nemo*

1843

Tenpō 14

In China, 1843 was marked by significant developments related to the aftermath of the First Opium War (1839-1842). The Treaty of Nanjing had been signed in August 1842, which ended the war and imposed harsh terms on China. By 1843, the effects of this treaty were becoming evident as Western powers began to establish their presence more firmly in China.

Himiko has never been a fan of politics, let alone the historical variety. The ongoing conflicts between traditional Chinese authority and Western imperialism don't interest her. She is interested in a British boat that is now sinking into the depths of the China sea thanks to her cutting the hull with her blood blades. In its cargo, is a supernatural poison made by a man she is learning to hate.

He's known by many names. Aiden Shine in the slave markets of America. Guāngmíng Wángzǐ in the drug trade of China. Aldric Blackwood as a businessman of British Imperialism. His original Japanese name - Akihiko Kagayaku.

She knows Villains. All-for-One was a villain who wanted to rule the world like a demon lord and reclaim the vestige of his brother. Zeref was a man cursed with immortality who wanted to undo his own storied history. Cassius was the embodiment of despair that sought to consume human souls. What Akihiko Kagayaku does to people is beyond horrifying to her.

*Nemo*

Christmas, 1843

December 19 – Charles Dickens's novella A Christmas Carol is first published in London, England. Released on December 19, it sold out by Christmas Eve.

"Merry Christmas." I say to Izumi and Irene, handing them both wrapped copies of A Christmas Carol signed by Charles Dickens himself. How I managed that, I won't say but it involves mad business skills. Both will probably be worth 80K USD in the twenty-first century.

*Nemo*

On January 17, 1893, U.S. Marines landed in Honolulu, Hawaii. This military intervention was part of a broader effort by American interests to overthrow Queen Liliuokalani, the last reigning monarch of Hawaii. The Queen had attempted to implement a new constitution that would restore power to the monarchy and reduce foreign influence, which alarmed many American businessmen and sugar planters.

*Nemo*

In a vibrant underwater palace, mermaid princess Myu weds shark demigod Lono. The ceremony features exquisite seafood delicacies, shimmering coral decorations, and bioluminescent flowers. Guests enjoy a feast of rare oceanic flavors while enchanting melodies echo through the waves, celebrating their union with joy and culinary artistry. It also includes a cake made by chefs whose taste is supernatural due to their time in the world of Toriko.

I've watched my adopted daughter grow from an adorable eight-year-old who talked like a Pokémon to a young woman and one of the smartest people born on this world outside of Oda's own children. She is also one of the most beautiful mermaids that still exists in the modern world.

Lono has grown to become a strong man that his divine father would be proud of. He looks a lot like Kamo's human form but has a little of his mother's softness. Thanks to Oda's magi-science and Irene's enchantment tattoos, Lono is both completely cured of the hunger for flesh that ruined his half-brother Nanaue and can change into a completely human form. This makes kissing the bride a lot of easier, what with her worrying about the serrated teeth.

Their Wedding Gifts included [Universal Gifts], as if the System was rewarding them for finally admitting their feelings and not acting like love sick guppies

Lono Manō

6 Gifts

Lono's [Universal Gift] cards have the images shark silhouettes swimming against a blue-green background. When he opens the first of six gifts, there is a burst of fog that smells of the sea.

A small yellow shark plushie lands in his hands.

[Baby Shark]

Item

The Baby Shark plush toy is a delightful and vibrant representation of the beloved character from the animated television series "Baby Shark's Big Show!". This bright yellow toy features soft, huggable fabric that makes it perfect for cuddling. Measuring approximately 12 inches in length, it is designed to be lightweight and easy for little hands to hold.

The plush toy showcases intricate details such as embroidered facial features, fins, and a cheerful smile that captures the essence of Baby Shark. Its bright colors are not only visually appealing but also safe for children, as the materials used are non-toxic and free from harmful substances.

Myu giggles, while Lono has a WTF look on his face. She then whispers something in his ear and he blushes at her words. There is no point whispering, not with my supernatural hearing. I'll just ignore my daughter's plans indication I'll be a grandfather in the near future.

Lono opens Gift number two of six and this time a book appears and lands in his hands. It's identical to many of the nature books I saw during my exploration of Chapters book store. I can clearly see the theme.

[Sharks of the World: A Complete Guide]

Item

Discover the ultimate illustrated guide to the fascinating world of sharks with Sharks of the World. This fully revised and updated edition features detailed coverage of 536 shark species, enhanced by vibrant color illustrations, stunning photographs, and informative diagrams. As an essential reference for enthusiasts and researchers alike, this guide incorporates the latest taxonomic revisions across various shark families, spotlighting numerous species that have been described in recent years. Whether you're a novice or an expert, this easy-to-use resource is indispensable for anyone passionate about these magnificent creatures.

It's an interesting book and they will probably read it latter. For now, they put it away and Lono opens the third Gift. This time the mist filled with electricity like a storm cloud flows into Lono's body indicating a skill. Lono nearly collapses, but his new wife helps him stay steady.

[Fear Empowerment (CSM)]

Skill

In the universe of Chainsaw Man, the concept of Fear Empowerment is central to the abilities of Devils and Fiends. Each Devil embodies a specific fear that exists within humanity, and their power is directly proportional to how widespread and intense that fear is. This means that the more people fear a particular concept, the stronger the corresponding Devil becomes.

[Shark]

The user's devilish power draws its strength from humanity's fear of shark. Not only does this power increase one's physical and spiritual abilities, but also grants [Intangibility] and [Devil Form].

"What the hell was that?" says Lono, "I saw a man with a shark for a head. Eating reanimated human corpses, transforming into a shark and being rid by a man with strange moving blades coming out of his body, and then dying against something terrifying."

"You've inherited the shark fiend's power." I reply, referring to Beam. In season 1, he was only shown eliminating the zombies controlled by Katana-Man's gang. He was shown more during the Bomb Girl and International Assassin's Arcs, but during the latter Arc he was killed by the primordial Darkness Devil. "Don't worry. If you're not getting supernatural levels of education or skills used by a dozen people, you don't get overloaded with knowledge. Most of the time."

Lono steadies him and opens the fourth Gift. This time a very large item appears.

As the man approaches the sword lying on the ground, he notices its unique and striking appearance. The blade is broad and slightly curved, giving it an imposing presence. Its surface is covered in a series of jagged, scale-like patterns that shimmer faintly in the light, reminiscent of fish scales or reptilian skin. The color of the blade is a deep, metallic gray with hints of blue and green that seem to shift as he moves closer.

The hilt is wrapped in dark leather, providing a stark contrast to the blade's unusual texture. It feels oddly warm to the touch, almost alive. At the end of the hilt, there's a distinctive pommel shaped like a shark's fin, which adds to its menacing allure. The overall design suggests not just a weapon but something more primal and ancient, evoking feelings of both awe and trepidation.

[Samehada (Naruto)]

Item

Samehada is a sentient sword known for its chakra-absorbing abilities. Wielded by Kisame Hoshigaki, it features a unique design resembling shark scales and can grow larger as it consumes chakra. Samehada chooses its wielder based on spiritual energy and has a voracious appetite for chakra, making it a formidable weapon in battle. It can heal its user and even fuse with them, enhancing their abilities.

[Energy-Absorption evolution]

Samehada can now absorb various forms of esoteric energy beyond the unique mix of physical and spiritual energy known as Chakra in the Elemental Nations.

Lono opens Gift number five of six and another large storm cloud is generated, which is then absorbed by Lono. This one is far more powerful and Lono does pass out.

He wakes up within a couple minutes, but he has a wide-eyed shocked look on his face. He generates a blue battle aura, which takes the form of mechanical shark. The qi is so intense it's physically tangible.

"Tagire! Kemono no Chikara! BEAST ON!"

Lono's body is suddenly covered in a form fitting bodysuit and less than a second latter a shark-themed helmet forms around his head. It takes a minute for my brain to catch up, as I just watched my son-in-law turn into a Super Sentai, a POWER RANGER!

[Fierce Beast Shark-Fist (Juken Sentai Gekiranger)]

Skill

The Fierce Beast Shark-Fist (激獣シャーク拳, Geki Jū Shākuken) is a martial arts style within the Fierce Beast-Fist school practiced by the Gekirangers, specifically associated with the character Sharkie Chan, who serves as its master. This fighting style emphasizes physical strength and agility, utilizing twin swords as its primary weapons.

The Gekirangers are heavily influenced by martial arts, specifically the concept of the Beast-Fist style, which emphasizes mimicking animal movements and harnessing inner strength through positive Qi (Fierce Ki). Each ranger embodies a specific martial arts style that correlates with their animal motif. After receiving grandmaster level skill in a martial art, they would be able to do anything the ranger could.

Despite my shock, the power makes sense. Even the concept of the "Morphing Grid" is just the Qi flows of the people and worlds extending into the cosmic energy of the universe. As a demigod, Lono even possesses a connection to the cosmic energy via his divine heritage.

"So, he now draws power from both positive and negative emotions via the Shark Fist and Fear, respectively." says one of the guests, a friend of Irene and martial artist if I remember correctly.

Lono de-transforms and he has a very wide smile on his face. Apparently fierce ki transformation feels very good to the shark demigod. He cheerfully opens his final gift and this time it's a storm like a skill, but expands and spreads out like the fog of an item. When the sparks and water vapor clear, everyone is starring.

Lono summoned a tall, curvaceous female humanoid with olive skin, aqua green eyes, and short golden blonde hair styled in three messy braids. She wears a modified Arrancar jacket that covers her lower face and exposes her chest, along with remnants of her Hollow mask. Both me and Oda recognize her instantly.

[Tier Harribel (Bleach)]

[?]

Originally a Vasto Lorde-class Hollow, Harribel became the 3rd Espada under Sōsuke Aizen. After Aizen's defeat, she ruled Hueco Mundo until captured by Yhwach during the Wandenreich invasion. In the original timeline, following the Thousand-Year Blood War, she was rescued by Nel Tu and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. This version wasn't as lucky.

[Master Swordsman] [Immense Spiritual Power] [Master Combatant]

Zanpakutō: Tiburón

"Why am I here, and who are you?" asks Harribel with a no-nonsense voice.

"You're at the wedding of my adopted daughter and her husband just opened his last Universal Gift." I say in a commanding voice, unleashing my black aura. Harribel can sense that my Reiryoku (霊力, Spiritual Power) is Immeasurable, so she won't attack. Harribel is calm, taciturn, level-headed, and analytical, preferring to not engage in combat, but she is still a Hollow and recently experienced the trauma of her own death.

"Gift?"

"Gifts given by powers beyond comprehension, awarded to those that complete quests. They can summon anything at random and my son-in-law Lono has a shark theme due to his father being Kamohoaliʻi - the Hawaiian Shark God."

"The son of a God?" says Harribel. "What are all of you? You don't feel like humans, Soul Reapers, or Hollows."

"Demigod" says Lono.

"Mermaid variant." says Myu.

"Spider Totem metahuman." says Izumi.

"Enhanced Metahuman" says Danjuro, Himiko, Oda, Toga, and Melissa.

Most of the others say yōkai, hanyō , shihanyō, or some foreign variant.

"Dragon." says both me and Irene.

"I am a Gift?" asks Harribel raising an eyebrow.

"You're a new friend." says Myu. She's not like those tsundere from anime who would blame their significant others for summoning a half-naked beauty. She has learned to think things through. "We welcome you to Mystic Island of Horai."

We discuss things for a few more minutes, until she says.

"So, I can't return?" says Harribel, sad that she won't see her friends again. Loyalty and sacrifice are a part of her very core and she treasures her friends. It's one of the reasons Aizen's betrayal hurt her.

"The multiverse is infinite, so even if we could easily open portals we wouldn't know where to send you." says Oda, "That body of yours is brand new, so it doesn't contain any traces of your old universe that I could use to narrow down the possibilities."

"And I am Dead in that world. I hope the others will be fine without me."

"They should be. Yhwach was killed by Ichigo Kurosaki. Even the last trace will be killed by his son Kazui Kurosaki."

"How do you know that?"

Oda and I then have to explain the concept of Multiverse Theory and how she is a character in manga series centered around Ichigo Kurosaki without causing an existential crisis.

Or at least we try. Haven't gotten the formula quite right yet...

*Nemo*

Myu Manō

6 Gifts

Myu is both excited and scared to open her Gifts. Her [Universal Gift] cards are the same sea blue as her husband's cards, but the images are silhouettes of merfolk, more than likely all forms of mermaids as most of the silhouettes have breast outlines.

Out of curiosity, I use my Gamer analyze on the Universal Gift cards and get a unique result.

[Universal Gift]

[Mermaid]

A mermaid is a mythical creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish. Often depicted in folklore and literature, mermaids are known for their enchanting beauty and melodic voices. They inhabit oceans and seas, sometimes luring sailors with their songs. In various cultures, they symbolize both allure and danger, representing the duality of nature's beauty and its treacherous depths.

Effect:

Bubbles

Gift Receiver:

Myu

Myu opens her first gift and there is an explosion of iridescent and opalescent bubbles.

A small box appears containing three manga volumes and DVDs. My daughter is familiar with the technology as I brought my DVD player from the MHA-Earth to Earth Land and finally to this world in my Inventory.

I don't know what the hell Oda did to that machine, but it's damn near indestructible and hasn't stopped working in centuries. It even repairs DVDs placed into it, so my multiple century DVDs are brand new.

[Mermaid Saga Collection]

Item

Mermaid Saga (3 volumes)

Mermaid's Forest (OVA)

Mermaid's Scar (OVA)

Mermaid's Forest (TV, 11 + 2 OVA)

Mermaid Saga is a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Rumiko Takahashi, published from 1984 to 1994. The series consists of nine stories told across 16 chapters, exploring themes of immortality and the consequences of consuming mermaid flesh, which is said to grant eternal life but often leads to tragic outcomes.

"Figures."

"Don't we already have part of this collection?"

"Even in Universal Gacha you can get repeats."

Myu puts away the collection and opens second Gift. In another explosions of bubbles, ten boxes appear as single collection. It turns out to be one anime that I didn't watch extensively – One Piece.

It's not that it wasn't good, it was the fact it was LONG! I prefer to watch anime that will eventually end. That's why I love Isekai series, it's like eating chocolate bars.

[One Piece - Fish-Man Island Arc]

Item

Anime: 51 Episodes.

Manga: 51 Chapters.

The Fish-Man Island Arc is the twenty-fifth story arc in the One Piece manga and anime, marking the Straw Hat Pirates' arrival at Fish-Man Island after a two-year time skip. The arc explores themes of discrimination between humans and Fish-Men, focusing on the conflict instigated by Hody Jones and the New Fish-Man Pirates, who seek to overthrow the Ryugu Kingdom.

"The mermaid arc of the anime and manga." I comment, stating the obvious. "They had mermaids based on all kinds of fish, like the Fishman Karate master Jinbe is a whale shark merman and Princess Shirahoshi is depicted as a giant smelt-whiting mermaid."

"Giant?" asks Myu.

"She's around 17 meters (about 56 feet) tall."

Oda displays holographic images of the beautiful, but extremely large Princess. This includes a baby picture with her parents near her. A baby that is far larger than her normal size goldfish mermaid mother Queen Otohime.

"One Piece – Fuck Physics."

Myu decides to not think about how human-size mermaid can give birth to a giant, and instead opens her third Gift. This time the bubbled flow into her body, making her glow a rainbow aura. Myu makes a sound a pleasure that makes me uncomfortable and makes everyone in the room blush. She generates an aura of immense power and can sense the power of the ocean connected to the deepest part of her.

With a graceful movement, she raised her arms towards the sky, and in that moment, the ocean responded to her call. Waves danced around her as if celebrating her transformation. Her long black hair flowed like liquid silk, intertwining with strands of shimmering blue and green light that emerged from the depths of the sea.

The transformation was mesmerizing; iridescent scales adorned her body, glistening in hues of turquoise and aquamarine. Her delicate fins sprouted elegantly from her ears and arms, enhancing her otherworldly beauty. As she twirled in a spiral of light and water, it felt as though time stood still—her innocence mingling with the power she had once wielded.

In an explosion of brilliance, she completed her "magical mermaid girl" transformation. The air crackled with magic as she emerged fully transformed—a stunning vision of grace and strength that left onlookers breathless. The ocean seemed to bow before her newfound majesty, marking not just a change in appearance but a profound awakening of her true self.

[Sirenix (Winx)]

Skill

Sirenix is an ancient and powerful Fairy Form in the Winx Club universe, created from the magic of the primordial oceans. It is considered the oldest known power in the Magic Dimension and is linked to the Infinite Ocean, making it a significant source of magical strength for fairies. Sirenix is superior to Harmonix, another transformation, and grants its users enhanced abilities both underwater and on land.

I can practically hear the Sirenix song playing in my head.

"The husband becomes a shark-themed power ranger, while the bride becomes a magical girl mermaid?" I comment, "The power behind the Gifts have strange ideas."

I remembering watching the Winx Club, unfortunately it was that messed up 4Kids dub. I didn't even know about RAI until I started to read an excellent Winx Club x Ranma ½ Crossover Ranma Club by Frequent Reader. That's how I found the song.

I notice Myu is just playing with water with a stoned look on her face.

I have seen the drugged look on my daughter face back when she was biologically fifteen, back in 1783. A group of Amazons were secretly smoking the Devil's Lettuce and Myu got a little too close to the smoke (Myu is a good girl). Those girls ended up developing Draconophobia - an "irrational" fear of dragons, which can manifest in various ways, including anxiety or panic when thinking about or encountering representations of dragons in literature, media, or even discussions.

After a few minutes, Myu finally snaps back to reality. She talks about the Magic Dimension, where fairies attend Alfea College alongside witches from Cloud Tower and specialists from Red Fountain School. She talks about the Winx Club faces off against various antagonists, notably a trio of witches known as the Trix—composed of Icy, Darcy, and Stormy—who seek power for themselves. Apparently, she just got several years of magical education with that Sirenix skill, literally experiencing an alternate universe in which she was a fairy and joined Alfea at the same time as Bloom.

Myu now understands the Isekai Self-Insert concept.

Myu finally decides to open her fourth Gift. Another explosion of bubbles bursts from the card, glowing brightly, and fusing with her.

In that moment, it was as if the ocean itself responded to her call. Dark tendrils of energy intertwined with glistening streams of water, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Myu's eyes glinted with newfound power as she channeled this unique blend of water and dark elements—Sea Magic. It was both beautiful and haunting; a dance of fluidity and shadow. My own primordial darkness magic resonating with her new power.

[Sea Magic: Affinity for the Abyss (JRPG Traitor)]

Skill

"And to the great Sea, I offer blood in libation" — Slidnirari

Harness the enigmatic power of Sea Magic, a unique blend of water and dark elements. This arcane skill allows you to wield spells that mimic the fluidity and adaptability of water while incorporating a sinister ability to drain mana from your foes.

Spell Mechanics:

Mana Drain

Enemies struck by your Sea Magic will experience a gradual depletion of their magical energy, as if being pulled into the depths of an oceanic abyss. This insidious effect not only weakens them but also replenishes your own magical reserves.

Spell Supremacy

Any spells weaker than your Sea Magic will be rendered ineffective upon contact, dissipating like mist in the air. Your mastery over this element ensures that you dominate the battlefield, leaving adversaries helpless against your tide.

"I feel amazing!" says Myu.

"With Sirenix and Sea Magic your essentially invincible in aquatic environments." says Melissa, currently dressed as a bridesmaid, "

I have to wonder – what the hell is with Myu's luck? As she opens her second to last Gift, there is a massive explosion of blue and clean bubbles that form a pillar around Myu that's a hundred meters tall and a radius of ten! This pillar of bubbles them flow into her body, causing her body to levitate above swirling, glowing water.

[Elemental Realm Connection: The Blue]

Being the force pervading all aquatic life, also known as The Clear, it acts as the universal consciousness of all sea life, just as The Green and The Red do. Those connected to the Clear usually exhibit varying levels of Water Manipulation, aquatic adaptations allowing both breathing and traversal in aquatic environs, and a connection with all marine life bordering on near-authority with nearby aquatic life, some demonstrating specialized and/or heightened abilities from the aforementioned powers and more.

[Apotheosis Begins]

Apotheosis refers to the elevation or exaltation of a person to divine status, often described as deification. My adopted daughter is not only married to an aquatic demigod, she's going to become a water goddess in her own right.

"My little girl, who could only speak like a Pokémon when we first met and now, she's on the path of Divinity."

Myu blushes at my reminded of her "Myu Myu" age.

Suddenly, we both feel something and tendrils of black shadow and glowing water appear around us. We both turn and call out the same words that we know are right.

"Rise, Knights Aquarion!"

The elemental beings, known as the Knights Aquarion, are striking figures that command attention and awe. Their black full plate armor is not merely a protective shell but a work of art, intricately designed with iridescent silver accents that shimmer in the light, reminiscent of moonlit waters. The armor's surface is adorned with patterns that mimic the delicate fins and scales of fish, evoking images of ancient Atlantis and its mythical beauty.

Beneath their armor, a glowing mist flows like ethereal water, creating an aura of mystique around each knight. This mist seems to pulse with life, swirling gently as if it were part of the ocean itself. The plumes on their helmets, crafted from pure water, cascade down like waterfalls, glistening under any light source and adding to their otherworldly presence.

Their eyes are particularly captivating; they glow with a mystical power, shifting colors like the depths of the sea—from deep azure to vibrant turquoise—reflecting their elemental nature. Each knight wields a spear made from the same silvery metal as their armor, which appears almost liquid in form yet possesses an unyielding strength. The spears are elegantly designed, featuring intricate engravings that tell tales of ancient battles fought beneath the waves.

[Super-Synchronization: Knights Aquarion]

"Rise, Knights Aquarion!"

Born from the mystical union of the shadow elementals of the Black Dragon King Nanashi and the power of his mermaid daughter Myu, these powerful beings embody the duality of water and darkness. Their essence is deeply intertwined with the ocean's depths, granting them unparalleled control over its currents and tides. As guardians of the royal family of Horai, they wield their abilities to protect not only their realm but also the delicate balance of marine ecosystems worldwide.

"Super-Synchro. Instead of just your skills synchronizing and producing additional skills, you synchronize with the skills of others and both gain skills." says Oda, "It's happened with Melissa and me a couple times."

"It also happened to Me and Danjuro." says Minami, "What about you, Nemo?"

"Irene and I share a few draconic skills, but Izumi has a few super-synchro skills with our children. The whole Spider Totem/Web of Destiny stuff."

"Don't you have one Gift left?" asks Inuyasha, while Kagome is trying to remember if she saw anything similar in modern media. The problem outside of Horai, that media won't exist for another 150 years and she has already gone several centuries without rewatch.

Myu opens her final Gift and in a storm of bubbles, a large group of Mersharks appears!

Mersharks are a unique race of mermaids characterized by their shark-like features. They possess a streamlined, muscular body that allows for swift movement through water. Their skin is covered in rough scales, which vary in texture depending on color; the blue areas are notably rougher, while the white parts are smoother.

Their faces are adorned with sharp, pronounced features, including a wide mouth filled with sharp fangs designed for capturing prey. These fangs are not only formidable but also imbued with magic.

Mersharks have prominent dorsal fins along their backs and pectoral fins that aid in navigation and agility underwater. Their tails are long and powerful, resembling those of real sharks, enabling them to propel themselves rapidly through the ocean depths. Additionally, they often wear natural armor-like growths around their chest and lower abdomen made from their own scales.

I'm familiar with them due to the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, but these ones are also wearing black-and-white armor that reminds me of Atlantis from DC Animated Films and Young Justice. Also, there mermaid tails shift into legs almost instantly so they can stand defensively.

"Aquilira, Knight Division-Commander of Order of Siren Sharks." says the knight in the front, while the others are in defensive positions. "Who are you and why have we been summoned?"

[Order of Siren Sharks (YJ: D&R)]

[?]

An All-female division of the Order of Megalodon – an order of shark-based Atlanteans founded by the Legendary Knight Commander Ash Grey – The Doomsday. These fiercely loyal, valorous, and ruthless dames are special forces of twenty-second century Atlantis.

Current Leader: ΑΚΥΛΙΡΑ

"Oh my." I exclaim. "Are you familiar with the many worlds concept?"

"Every child in my class learned it. Lord Ash often told people how he was originally born on another Earth before he was reincarnated as a monster in our world. He learned about our world from an animated television show he used to watch. When he escaped Cadmus Beta, he went to the Justice League and revealed all the secrets to the Heroes."

"Why would he do that? Wouldn't it better to keep secrets to give yourself a tactical advantage." asks Minami, while offering the knights some sushi.

"Self-Insert and Isekai characters keep information to themselves because they are full of themselves. They are scared to trust people and get it into their heads they have to solve everyone's problems. That only works for MCs in Isekai." I say, "Knowledge is Power..."

"Power is Responsibility." says the Knights almost like saying a motto.

"I give my knowledge to set myself free!" we finish together.

"It can't be." says one mershark coming to a realization.

"In my first life, my penname was Spaceman and I wrote a story called Young Justice: Death and Rebirth with my friend NewMystery. His self-insert was a scientist called Doctor Genus and my own self-insert character was Ash Grey. In this world, I'm called Lord Nanashi of Horai, or Nemo to my friends. Oda over there is NewMystery."

"Hello." says Oda to the shark girls.

"Oh, by the way. This universe could also be another story being written by another version of me. Monstrous Isekai and Super Science all over again."

The Mershark proceed to pass out foaming at the mouth.

I hold back my laughter and yes, even after many centuries I can act immature.

Heh. Get "Meta-Bombed".

*Nemo*

1943

Shōwa 18

World War II

The year 1943 was pivotal for both Japan and China within the context of World War II. While China continued its arduous fight against Japanese occupation with increasing support from Allies like the United States, Japan struggled with strategic setbacks that would ultimately contribute to its eventual defeat in Asia.

*Nemo*

Off the coast of Scotland

December 23, 1943

Thinks on Horai have been tense. While its citizens have been living lives of peace and luxury, they are aware of the horror that is happening in the Earth realm.

World War II was a catastrophic event that resulted in an estimated 56.7 million deaths, many of which were marked by extreme violence, suffering, and trauma. This unprecedented loss of life not only affected the physical realm but also had profound implications for the spiritual realms.

As millions perished in horrific ways—through battles, genocides, bombings, and other war-related atrocities—their souls became trapped in a state of unrest. The intense emotions associated with their deaths—fear, anger, despair—created a toxic environment within the spirit worlds. These negative emotions acted as a barrier to peace, preventing souls from moving on to their respective afterlives.

In response to this overwhelming influx of troubled souls and negative energy, the spirit worlds implemented barriers long ago. These barriers serve as protective measures to contain the chaos and prevent it from spilling over into the living world. Without these safeguards, the sheer volume of apparitions born from human suffering would have inundated both realms, leading to widespread disturbances and potentially catastrophic consequences for humanity.

The consequences of this spiritual turmoil are significant. The presence of restless spirits can lead to hauntings and other supernatural phenomena in the physical world. Additionally, the emotional weight carried by these souls can affect the balance between life and death, creating an ongoing cycle of unrest that impacts both realms.

"Why are we on this god forsaken rock?" says a crass American voice.

"Keep it down."

The second speaker is a tall soldier stands at an imposing 6 feet tall, with a lean yet muscular build that reflects his years of rigorous military training. His weathered skin is a testament to countless days spent under the harsh sun of North Africa, giving him a rugged appearance. Hawk has sharp, angular features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that accentuates his stern demeanor.

Captain John "Hawk" Hawkins

Age: 34

Background: A seasoned officer with a military family lineage, Hawk has seen combat in North Africa and is known for his strategic mind and leadership skills. He earned his nickname due to his sharp eyesight and ability to spot danger from afar.

Personality: Stern but fair, he commands respect from his men. He has little patience for incompetence but is fiercely protective of his team. His experiences have made him somewhat cynical about the war, yet he remains dedicated to the mission at hand.

"Calm down, Gunner. We are all tired of the weather, the moss, and the animal shit, but the brass wouldn't have sent us to the middle of nowhere with the giant spy unless it was important."

The giant spy is me. I'm currently dressed all in black to hide my features and add to my secret agent look, despite being taller than all the men.

"The Germans are getting desperate. El Alamein, Stalingrad. Kursk. Operation Husky. D-Day. They are going to lose this war." I say to my comrade in arms, "So desperate they are diving deep into preternatural."

Sergeant Frank "Gunner" McAllister

Age: 29

Background: A former boxer from Chicago, Gunner is known for his brawling skills and marksmanship. His nickname comes from his proficiency with firearms, particularly machine guns.

Personality: Brash and loud, Gunner often lightens the mood with humor but can turn serious when needed. He harbors a deep-seated hatred for the Nazis, stemming from personal losses during the war.

"Hey, what the heck does 'preternatural' mean? I'm out here dodging bullets and you're throwin' around fancy words like we're at a poetry slam! Is it some kinda magic or what? I mean, are we talkin' about ghosts and goblins or just somethin' that's really weird? C'mon, give it to me straight!"

Corporal Billy "Slick" Thompson

Age: 24

Background: Raised in a small town in Texas, Slick is known for his charm and quick thinking under pressure. His nickname reflects both his smooth-talking nature and his ability to slip out of tight situations.

Personality: Optimistic and resourceful, he often acts as the morale booster of the group. However, he can be reckless at times, leading him into dangerous situations.

"Well, ya see, when we talk about the term "preternatural," we're gettin' into some mighty strange territory. It's like sayin' somethin' is beyond what folks usually reckon as normal or natural. Now, it don't mean it's divine or nothin', but it sure hints that them Germans might be pullin' out all the stops and usin' some downright peculiar methods in their desperation during this here war. Ain't nothin' ordinary about that, I tell ya."

"How do you know the word, Slick?" asks Doc being helped by Brick.

"Well, my gal just loves to read, y'know? She's all about them books and says she'd be a librarian if she could. I even picked up some fancy words to try and impress her." says Slick blushing slightly. From what I overheard this guy is the most lovesick Texan in Europe.

"Good for you."

Private First Class Charlie "Doc" Daniels

Age: 26

Background: The medic of the group, Doc was trained in a civilian hospital before enlisting. His nickname signifies both his medical expertise and caring nature towards fellow soldiers.

Personality: Compassionate yet tough, Doc often finds himself mediating conflicts within the team while also dealing with the harsh realities of war.

Corporal Mike "Brick" Johnson

Age: 30

Background: A construction worker before joining the army, Brick's physical strength earned him this nickname as he often takes on heavy lifting tasks during missions.

Personality: Stoic and dependable, Brick rarely shows emotion but is deeply loyal to his comrades.

"So, the Krauts really are Devil worshippers? I thought that was propaganda." says Whiz. Next to him is Tank whose presence is reassuring Whiz.

Private Tommy "Whiz" Anderson

Age: 22

Background: The youngest member of the team, Whiz is a communications expert who excels at radio operations and code-breaking tasks; hence his nickname reflects his intelligence and speed in problem-solving.

Personality: Eager to prove himself but sometimes overzealous; Whiz looks up to older soldiers like Hawk for guidance.

Sergeant Leo "Tank" O'Reilly

Age: 31

Background: With a background in armored divisions, Tank earned his name due to both his size and resilience in battle.

Personality: Gruff yet good-hearted; Tank serves as an anchor for younger soldiers who look up to him for strength.

"Listen up, team! We're not just fighting for territory; we're battling against shadows that threaten to engulf our world. Those Germans think they can summon dark forces to turn the tide of this war? Not on my watch!" says Ace.

Corporal Jack "Ace" Miller

Age: 27

Background: An ace pilot who transitioned into ground operations after being shot down during a mission over Europe; Ace's nickname reflects both skill in aviation and luck.

Personality: Confident with a flair for dramatics; Ace often tells stories that inspire courage among troops.

"Quite down, Ace!" Hawk barks, his voice cutting through the tension in the dimly lit old church. "You better explain things, Mr. Spy."

"Please, call me Nemo," I reply, trying to keep my tone light despite the gravity of our situation. "Have you lot ever heard of the Thule Society?"

Hawk raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Get to the point, Nemo. We don't have time for your history lesson."

I take a deep breath and lean in closer, lowering my voice as if sharing a secret that could change everything. "The Thule Society—or as the Germans call it, Thule-Gesellschaft—is more than just a footnote in history books. It's an occultist and Völkisch group that played a pivotal role in shaping Nazi ideology."

"Great," Hawk interrupts, crossing his arms defiantly. "But what does that mean for us right now?"

"It means," I continue, "that this society is deeply intertwined with the very fabric of Nazi propaganda and their twisted beliefs about Aryan racial superiority. They were instrumental in sponsoring the Deutsche Arbeiterpartei—the German Workers' Party—which Hitler later transformed into what we know today as the National Socialist German Workers' Party."

Hawk's expression shifts slightly; he's beginning to grasp the implications of what I'm saying. "So, they're behind all this Aryan garbage and mystical nonsense?"

"Exactly," I nod vigorously. "But it goes deeper than that. As Germany faces defeat on multiple fronts, these desperate ideologues are diving into darker and more diabolical practices—rituals aimed at harnessing supernatural forces to turn the tide of war."

Hawk leans back against the wall, skepticism etched on his face but curiosity flickering in his eyes. "You're saying they're trying to summon something? Like some kind of dark magic?"

"Yes," I reply earnestly. "They believe that by tapping into ancient powers and invoking lost deities from their twisted mythology, they can gain an advantage over us—over everyone who opposes them."

"And you think we're just going to sit here while they play with fire?" Hawk asks incredulously.

"No," I say firmly, locking eyes with him. "That's why I'm here—to warn you and your men about what we might be up against. If we don't act quickly and decisively, we could find ourselves facing not just an army but something far worse."

Hawk exhales sharply, processing my words as he glances around at our fellow soldiers who are listening intently now. "Alright then, Nemo," he says finally with renewed determination in his voice. "What do we need to do?"

*Nemo*

On a small, desolate island off the rugged coast of Scotland, the air is thick with tension as storm clouds roil overhead. The relentless rain lashes against the rocky terrain, creating a cacophony that drowns out all but the most urgent whispers of incantation. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows that dance across the faces of a group of Nazi soldiers and SS officers, their uniforms darkened by rain and mud. They stand in formation, flanking a circle drawn in ancient runes on the ground—symbols that pulse with an otherworldly energy.

At the center of this grim assembly are men clad in flowing black robes, their faces obscured by hoods. These figures are not mere soldiers; they are practitioners of an arcane tradition that melds dark mysticism with the twisted ideologies of Nazi Germany. Their hands move deftly as they manipulate strange artifacts—crimson stones and metallic relics—each one imbued with a sinister purpose. The air crackles with anticipation as they prepare to summon forces beyond human comprehension.

Among them stands an SS officer, his demeanor cold and calculating. He oversees the proceedings with an iron fist, barking orders at his subordinates while clutching a weathered tome filled with forbidden knowledge. This book is said to contain secrets from ancient civilizations, long forgotten by time but sought after by those who wish to wield power over life and death itself.

As thunder rumbles ominously overhead, the ritual begins in earnest. The robed figures chant in unison, their voices rising above the storm's fury—a guttural language that seems to resonate with the very fabric of reality. Each syllable spoken is laced with intent, designed to pierce through dimensions and beckon forth entities from realms best left undisturbed.

The ground trembles beneath their feet as they pour a viscous liquid—an unholy mixture of blood and oil—into a central basin crafted from stone. This offering serves as both a conduit and a catalyst for what is to come. As it fills, dark tendrils begin to rise from its surface, swirling like smoke before coalescing into shapes that defy log

This ritual is not merely an act of faith; it represents a grotesque fusion of ancient mysticism and German science—a perverse attempt to harness supernatural forces for military supremacy. The Nazis believe that by tapping into these primordial energies, they can create weapons beyond imagination or even resurrect fallen comrades as unstoppable warriors.

"Who's the guy in charge, the one in the fancy robe?" asks Slick.

"Grigori Rasputin, often referred to as the 'Mad Monk.' He was a Russian mystic and faith healer who gained significant influence over the last Emperor of Russia, Nicholas II, and his family. His controversial role in their lives led to widespread resentment among nobles and politicians. On December 30, 1916, a group of conservative nobles assassinated him because they believed he was undermining the monarchy. They lured him to Yusupov's palace with false promises, tried to poison him with cyanide-laced food and drink, shot him multiple times when that failed, and ultimately disposed of his body in the Neva River."

"If he was assassinated, why is he standing with the Kraut cultists?"

"The bastard doesn't stay dead. Rumor has it that his dark powers allow him to return from death, making him a persistent threat even after his assassination." I say with a frown. I hate enemies that don't know when to stay dead. "Some say he cursed the Romanovs after death."

The Romanov family, including Tsar Nicholas II, his wife Alexandra, and their five children—Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Alexei—were executed on the night of July 16–17, 1918. This tragic event took place in Yekaterinburg, Russia, under the orders of Bolshevik revolutionaries during a period of intense political upheaval following the Russian Revolution.

"Ready." comes the voice of Sparky over the radio. He's working with Grizzly on the other end.

"Light them up, Sparky." I say over the radio.

Private Ray "Sparky" Jenkins

Age: 25

Background: Known for handling explosives expertly; Sparky's nickname comes from both his energetic personality and expertise with detonations.

Personality: Enthusiastic but sometimes reckless; Sparky's love for action can lead him into trouble.

Sergeant Bill "Grizzly" Adams

Age: 33

Background: A veteran soldier who has fought through multiple campaigns; Grizzly earned this name due to both facial hair resembling that of a bear and rugged demeanor.

Personality: Tough as nails with a heart of gold; Grizzly serves as an elder statesman among younger recruits.

*Nemo*

The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of explosives as the ritual site erupted into chaos. The ground shook violently, sending debris flying in all directions. American soldiers, caught off guard by the suddenness of the blasts, quickly regained their composure and opened fire. Their rifles barked loudly against the backdrop of destruction, bullets finding their marks in the disoriented ranks of Nazi soldiers and SS officers who had been mid-ritual when the charges detonated.

As the dust began to settle, a few Nazi soldiers fell to the ground, lifeless before they could even comprehend what had happened. However, it didn't take long for the remaining cultists to regroup. They scrambled for cover behind crumbling stone altars and twisted trees that surrounded the clearing. The Americans pressed forward, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they sought to capitalize on their initial advantage.

But then came a horrifying transformation. From beneath their uniforms, grotesque appendages began to emerge—arms twisting and elongating into purplish tentacles that writhed like serpents in search of prey. These were not mere limbs; they were monstrous extensions adorned with horrific eyes that blinked independently and toothy mouths that gaped hungrily. The sight sent chills down the spines of even the most battle-hardened soldiers.

As bullets ricocheted off stone and wood, many of them harmlessly bouncing off the cultists' unnatural forms, panic set in among some of the troops. The tentacles lashed out with terrifying speed, snatching at anything within reach—soldiers were yanked from their positions, dragged screaming into a nightmarish embrace where they would meet an unspeakable fate.

In this moment of despair emerged Nemo—the black-clad spy whose reputation preceded him like a shadow. With a swift motion, he drew his sword from its sheath; its blade gleamed ominously under what little light pierced through the smoke-filled air. He charged forward with purpose, his movements fluid and precise as he engaged these abominations head-on.

Nemo's sword sliced through one tentacle with ease; it severed cleanly at its base before dissolving into ash—a cloud of dark particles that scattered into nothingness upon contact with the ground. The ichor that dripped from where it had been severed shimmered ominously but seemed unable to regenerate as quickly as one might expect from such creatures.

With each swing of his blade, Nemo became a whirlwind of death amidst chaos. He targeted not just tentacles but also aimed for the hearts and heads of those cultists who dared to approach him or his fellow soldiers. Each successful strike resulted in another burst of ash—a testament to his skill and perhaps an indication that these creatures were not invincible after all.

As Nemo fought valiantly against this tide of horror, American soldiers rallied around him. Inspired by his courage and skill, they began to regroup despite their initial fear. They focused their fire on any visible cultist while keeping an eye out for those monstrous appendages that threatened them from every angle.

Nemo shouted commands over the din—encouraging his comrades to aim for specific targets while he continued his relentless assault on whatever came too close. His sword became an extension of himself—a tool not just for survival but for vengeance against those who dared defile humanity with dark rituals.

With each passing moment, more tentacles fell away into ash while more cultists met similar fates at Nemo's hands or those of other brave soldiers who found renewed strength in unity against this unholy threat.

In the midst of a chaotic battlefield, where the air is thick with smoke and the ground trembles under the weight of ancient rituals, Grigori Rasputin stands defiantly against his adversary, the secret agent Nemo. The flickering shadows cast by torches illuminate his gaunt features, giving him an almost spectral appearance. His eyes burn with fervor as he begins to rant, his voice rising above the din of battle.

"You will not stop me, Nikto! You think you can thwart my destiny? I am free of the false god's grasp! No longer will I be shackled by the chains of your so-called morality or your pitiful understanding of power! My new gods—those who dwell in the abyss and beyond—will reclaim this world!"

He gestures wildly towards the darkened sky, were storm clouds swirl ominously, as if echoing his madness. "Look around you! The very earth quakes in anticipation of their return! You are but a pawn in a game far greater than your feeble mind can comprehend. The forces I have summoned are beyond your wildest nightmares; they are ancient and unyielding!"

Rasputin steps closer to Nemo, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that carries an unsettling intensity. "You believe yourself to be a hero? A savior? But what is a hero when faced with true power? Your weapons are useless against what I have unleashed! The blood spilled here tonight will awaken them—the ones who slumber beneath our feet, waiting for their moment to rise!"

He laughs maniacally, a sound that reverberates through the chaos surrounding them. "You cling to your ideals like a drowning man clings to driftwood! But soon you will see—the world you know is crumbling! The age of man is over; it is time for the old gods to reclaim their dominion over this realm!"

Nemo is wishing he could summon his Knights or use magic, but Gaea is straining to prevent eldritch unholy things from being summoned. Still, he still has his own talents.

Suddenly, a thunderous crack echoed through the stormy night—a sound so profound it halted combatants on both sides. Soldiers froze mid-action, eyes wide with confusion and fear. From behind Rasputin emerged Agent Nemo, cloaked in black and exuding an aura of lethal precision. His Japanese sword gleamed ominously even in the dim light, poised for a strike that would alter the course of this battle.

As raindrops cascaded down like tears from a grieving sky, they began to fill a dome-shaped void that appeared around Rasputin. The air thickened with tension as Nemo whispered the incantation: "Myriad Void Slice!" In an instant, time seemed to slow; the blade moved with blinding speed, slicing through Rasputin's form like paper. Each cut was precise—ten thousand strikes delivered in a heartbeat—sending sprays of blackened blood erupting into the air like dark fireworks against the backdrop of rain.

Rasputin's body convulsed violently as he realized his impending doom. In a desperate bid for survival, he unleashed a torrent of eldritch tentacles from his disintegrating form. They writhed and flailed in an attempt to escape their fate but were met with Nemo's unyielding resolve. The tentacles crumbled into ash before they could fully manifest their grotesque potential.

As Rasputin's essence dissipated into nothingness, silence fell over the battlefield. The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, washing away remnants of darkness while leaving behind only echoes of what had transpired—a testament to Agent Nemo's unparalleled skill and determination against one of history's most notorious figures.

*Nemo*

As I sheathed Kuroyami, the blade's dark aura seemed to dissipate, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The American soldiers stood frozen, their rifles lowered but still at the ready, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation. They had witnessed the impossible: a battle against forces that defied nature itself. The glint of my sword had not only cut through flesh but also through their understanding of reality.

The air was thick with tension as I turned my gaze toward the remaining Nazis. Those who still bore the marks of humanity were visibly shaken, their faces pale and trembling. A few exchanged glances, silently weighing their options—surrender or fight to the bitter end. Their uniforms, once symbols of power and oppression, now felt like shackles binding them to a fate they could no longer control.

In stark contrast stood the SS officer, his expression twisted in despair. He clutched his Luger P08 tightly, knuckles white against the cold metal. The weight of his choices hung heavily in the air; he was a relic of a dying ideology, caught between duty and survival. I could see it in his eyes—the flicker of doubt that perhaps this was not the victory he had envisioned for himself or his comrades.

Behind him lay the remnants of what had once been formidable foes—humanoid abominations reduced to ash by Rasputin's demise. Their grotesque forms had been an affront to nature itself, and now they were nothing more than memories scattered on the wind. The battlefield felt eerily quiet as if even the ground mourned their passing.

I took a step forward, breaking the silence that enveloped us all. "You have a choice," I said firmly, addressing the Nazis. "Stand down now and face justice for your actions—or continue this madness." My voice echoed across the desolate landscape, carrying with it an unyielding resolve.

There is a loud cracking sound and I almost yell "What now?".

The central basin crafted from stone has broken in half, spilling its mixture of oil and blood. There is a sphere of swirling mist and energy above the destroyed basin, crackling with electricity and infernal energy. The esoteric energies of the failed ritual have gone out of control and before the eyes of everyone it becomes an infernal fireball that streaks into the air.

As the infernal fireball streaks through the Scottish sky, its chaotic energy crackles and hums, leaving a trail of shimmering light in its wake. I push my superhuman speed to its limits, racing past the bewildered American soldiers who stand frozen in shock at the sight of the failed Nazi ritual. The air is thick with tension and the acrid smell of burnt oil and blood lingers as I follow the fiery orb.

The fireball descends rapidly, crashing into the muddy ground just outside the Old Church—a structure that has seen centuries of history and now serves as a makeshift bunker for our operations. The impact sends a shockwave through the earth, splattering mud and debris in all directions. I skid to a halt, heart pounding, as I survey the scene before me.

In the center of where the fireball struck, amidst swirling smoke and steam rising from the damp earth, lies an unexpected sight: a baby. The child is swaddled in tattered remnants of what appears to be an ancient cloth, glowing faintly with residual energy from the ritual gone awry. Its small form contrasts starkly with the chaos surrounding it; innocent yet inexplicably tied to this dark event.

I approach cautiously, feeling an overwhelming sense of both awe and dread. The baby's eyes flicker open, revealing iridescent pupils that seem to absorb light rather than reflect it. There's something otherworldly about this child—something that hints at powers beyond comprehension.

Around me, soldiers begin to gather, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they take in this surreal scene. Whispers ripple through them—questions about how such a being could have emerged from a failed Nazi ritual meant for summoning dark forces.

I'm not going to name him Hellboy. In the comics, the summoning also took place off the coast of Scotland, and Hellboy appeared in a fireball at the ruins of an old church, but that was in East Bromwich, England. This baby also isn't Anung Un Rama, son of the demon Azzael and the witch Sarah Hughes, bringer of the apocalypse and last descendant of King Arthur Pendragon.

[Unnamed]

Eldritch Hybrid

In 943, the völva princess Astrid Freydis called upon the primordial forces and forever vanished from the world. Now her infant son has returned to the world of her birth. She also left behind a prophecy.

"Til Svarta Dragans í Austri, Konungs Álfheims. Ég er fæddur af þessum heimi og lögum hans, ég óska þess að sonur minn verði verndari, ekki eyðileggjandi. Ég get ekki yfirgefið þetta land, svo ég læt umsjá hans í hendur þér. Vinsamlegast verndaðu hann, Nafnlausi."

"To the Black Dragon in the East, King of Álfheim. I am born of this world and its laws; I wish for my son to be a protector, not a destroyer. I cannot leave this land, so I entrust his care to you. Please protect him, Nameless."

"Here I go again." I say as I pick up the baby, who looks completely fascinated by me. I don't know why babies always stare wide eyed at me, even in my first life. I know I'm tall, but you would think they would stare at their parents more than me. "Got to tell my wife we are adopting again?"

"You're going to adopt a demon baby!?" says some of the soldiers incredulously.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Well, a lovely lady is hard to say 'no' to," another soldier sighed wistfully.

*Nemo*

1987

Shōwa 62

Land values in Tokyo surged by more than 85% between July 1986 and July 1987, contributing to an overheated economy characterized by speculative investments.

The release of popular video games such as Metal Gear by Konami on July 12 and Mega Man on December 17 highlighted Japan's growing influence in the gaming industry.

NTT (Nippon Telegraph and Telephone Corporation) began its first mobile phone service, marking a significant advancement in telecommunications technology.

*Nemo*

Nerima-ku

Tokyo, Japan

1987

Nerima-ku, a district of greater Tokyo. It is the most rural of the Tokyo districts and is famous for its yearly crop of daikon radishes and its manga and anime companies, many of which are headquartered there.

It's the setting of one of Rumiko Takahashi's most famous works.

I'm leaning against a wall with my wife Izumi watching the events in front of me. We are both suppressing our qi, while using magic to make use imperceptible. Another bit of magic also prevents people or objects from colliding with our unseen forms.

A young schoolgirl with short black hair is walking to school, looking angry. Behind her is a young man with his black hair in a pigtail and dressed in Chinese style clothing walking on top of the fence, showing impressive (for human) balance. He says something that angers the woman and she pulls out a hammer from nowhere and hits the fence, causing the boy to fall into the water below. A shorter woman with large breasts, and the same pigtail and clothing jumps out of the water, now soaking wet.

"Ranma Saotome"

*Nemo*

We will be taking a little break from the hybrid world of Inuyasha and Yuyu Hakusho.

Danjuro, Minami, and Kaina had adventures in the World of Toriko.

Nemo – Survivor of the Myriad Worlds 2.5 (Side Story)

Food Fights & Freedom

September 7

*Nemo*

After this short (4-6 chapter) side story

Then we will return to this story and the modern with

Chapter 04 – Tales of Magic, Martial Arts, and Madness.