Threads of Infinity chapter 9: The Unleashed Storm
Tsukasa's focus was shaky, his body trembling from the weight of the energy he had unleashed. The power of Blue, swirling around him like a hurricane of destruction, left him feeling both exhilarated and empty at once.
He had to test it. He had to push it further. He couldn't let it simply fade into nothingness like everything else in his life.
With a sharp intake of breath, Tsukasa let go.
The void erupted outward, a violent explosion of cursed energy, cracking the air with a sound that was less a roar and more a desperate scream of release. The ground split, the trees disintegrated into splinters, and everything in the vicinity was sucked into the chaotic vortex of his anger and power.
For a moment, the world felt like it had stopped. A silent pause in the chaos. And then, the aftermath.
Debris rained down from the destroyed landscape. Chunks of rock, broken wood, shards of earth—all falling in a devastating hail, too quick to escape. Tsukasa didn't flinch. His breath was steady, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of having let the storm break free. But as the debris closed in on him, something shifted in the air. The familiar, suffocating presence of Infinity wrapped itself around him once again.
The first rock came down, swift and heavy, but it stopped inches from Tsukasa's face, frozen in the air as though an invisible barrier had appeared from nowhere. A few more chunks of debris rained down, and one by one, they too froze mid-air, suspended by the unseen force of Infinity.
Tsukasa's eyes were locked on the suspended shards of stone, their edges sharp and jagged, reflecting the flickering light. He wasn't even looking at them anymore. The debris seemed insignificant now compared to the magnitude of the power swirling inside him.
For a moment, he felt a strange sense of peace. His anger had been released, the power of Blue had exploded outward, but the world still obeyed his will. The remnants of his destructive force lay dormant around him, held in check by his other technique.
Infinity.
He felt it all around him, an impenetrable wall that kept everything out—everything, except his own turmoil.
But even as he stood there, bathed in the shadow of his destruction, something was missing. His thoughts turned to Satoru. Would this kind of power ever be enough? Would it ever be enough to make him strong enough to take control, to be the one who commanded respect?
The debris hovered for a long moment, waiting for a signal from Tsukasa—waiting for him to let them fall. And as the silence dragged on, something snapped in him again. The void in his chest grew deeper, colder, sharper.
His hand shot out, and with a simple flick of his wrist, he released the force holding the debris in place. It fell, crashing around him, but Tsukasa didn't move. He didn't flinch.
It was just like Satoru had told him: the path was his to walk. And the anger, the emptiness—it was his to control. He wasn't just going to stand there anymore. He was going to rise, and no one was going to stop him. Not even the burden of his past.
He turned away from the destruction, his heart still pounding with the remnants of the explosion, but there was something else there now. A quiet promise, a quiet hunger to grow even stronger.