An eerie silence fell upon Japan, accompanied by a sudden otherworldly rumble that filled the air, causing hearts to race and heads to turn skyward in confusion and awe.
An enormous war blade appeared, so colossal that it was visible even to people on different sides of Japan. Yukio gazed at it, his heart trembling and his face paling in fear,
While, simultaneously,
From a different region of Japan, Yukio's family looked upon that same enormous war blade, both of their hearts trembling with fear as the whooshing sound of the cutting wind grew louder across the land—like the weeping of souls as it was being torn asunder,
The colossal blade tore through the fabric of the sky with breathtaking force, its gleaming surface reflecting the bright sunlight and the tattered remnants of clouds. Stains of uncleaned blood marred its otherwise stainless surface, and its majestic size created a mesmerizing spectacle that captivated all who witnessed it, drawing them into an abyss of awe.
Yet, behind that breathtaking beauty, lay a world-destroying force as it approached the inhabited lands, its tip a mere kilometer away from the Earth's surface. It loomed, ready to descend and decimate half of Japan's landscape as its new resting place.
However, just before it could make contact with the land, inside a speeding bullet train racing towards Tokyo with utmost urgency, Yukio muttered, his voice resembling a madman's prayer, "Oh mighty blade, the lord of all blades, I beseech you, Serve as my eternal sovereign, my eternal lord." His eyes blurring with tears, and his heart filled with regret. His words barely escaped as whispers, resolve etched upon his regretful visage "Today, inscribe your name upon my soul as its owner.
Please come forth and accept your vessel as an offering..."
And, as the people of Japan gazed at the massive blade, poised to bring upon them undeserved destruction, the blade suddenly vanished, disappearing as swiftly as it had arrived. The Earth trembled beneath them as a magnitude 4 earthquake shook the entire country, with even stronger tremors travelling in some regions,
Quaking the lands as all of the people in Japan got a tremor on their soul alongside it, All of the people there, who had got a glimpse of that majestic sword, from young teenagers to old grandpas, looked at the sky, then looked down at the land, their hands trembling as an unknown source of vigor travelled through their hearts
Making their bodies tremble at the prospects...
Yet unlike all the excited youths and the already moving media,
Inside the bullet train which still had all it's light blinking, and the compartment filled with the darkness due to unknown shadow, Yukio took deep breaths, incapable of thoughts as his whole body felt sore from head to toe,
the previous fear fading away as his heart rate calmed down, Yet, a shivering pain of a name being etched on his soul echoing across his whole being told him,
Nothing was a dream,
It was all just starting,
The pain was inhumane,
Yet, he gritted his teeth and let no sound out,
Because he knew, This was just the start, The pain was just the start, The blade was just the start...
The blade was dealt with, but what about....the blades?
He could only pray for Japan as he fell flat on the seat of this random bullettrain, Unconscious and out of energy, filled with soul-hurting pain...