Kevin's eyes snapped open, heart hammering in his chest. The visions, the dreams, and the cryptic warnings were closing in on him like a tightening noose. The mysterious man's words—"Everything repeats. This time will be no different."—clung to his mind, gnawing at him.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, gripping his forehead. Was it possible he had been reincarnated more than once, stuck in some kind of twisted loop? The visions were becoming more vivid, memories bleeding into his current life, but they were still incomplete fragments, just out of reach.
Kevin knew one thing for certain: if this was a cycle, it needed to be broken. And to do that, he had to find out the truth—no matter what it took.
The following morning, Kevin arrived at the Occult Research Club earlier than usual. He needed answers, and Rias was the only one who might know where to start. She was already seated, sipping her tea thoughtfully, as if sensing the storm that was brewing inside him.
"You're here early," Rias said, her crimson eyes meeting his with quiet concern.
Kevin shut the door behind him and sat down across from her. "I need to know everything about the Kiryuu Clan."
Rias set her teacup down, studying him carefully. "I told you most of what I know. They're a rogue group, obsessed with forbidden magic and relics. Their leader's identity is still a mystery."
Kevin shook his head. "No, I mean everything. Even things you didn't think were important."
Rias arched an eyebrow, clearly sensing the shift in his demeanor. "This is about more than just the Kiryuu Clan, isn't it?"
Kevin leaned forward, his voice low. "That man... the one we saw at the shrine. He knows me, Rias. Not just in passing—he knows things about me that I can't even remember. And these dreams I've been having—they aren't just dreams. They're memories."
Rias's expression darkened. "Memories?"
Kevin nodded. "I think I've lived through this before. Maybe more than once."
Rias's hand tensed around the handle of her cup. "That kind of reincarnation... it's not natural."
Kevin gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, I figured that much."
Before Rias could respond, Akeno entered the room, her usual playful smile replaced by a more serious look. "I've been looking into the energy patterns around the shrine," she said, glancing between the two of them. "It seems the Kiryuu Clan isn't just summoning artifacts. They're trying to awaken something."
Kevin's stomach tightened. "Awaken what?"
Akeno shrugged. "That's the part I haven't figured out yet. But whatever it is, the energy signatures match the kind of magic used in ancient binding spells."
Rias's eyes narrowed. "Binding spells... They're usually tied to powerful entities or curses."
Kevin's mind raced. Could it be that he was bound to this endless cycle? And if so, was the Kiryuu Clan trying to release him—or control him?
That night, Kevin, Rias, and Akeno returned to the shrine. The tension between them was thick, but they moved with purpose. Kevin's Sharingan spun slowly, analyzing every corner of the shrine for any signs of change since their last visit.
The symbols on the walls glowed faintly, pulsing in time with the ambient magic. Kevin knelt down beside one of the symbols, brushing his hand over it. He closed his eyes and allowed his senses to expand, letting the magic flow through him.
A sudden jolt ran through his body, and the world around him shifted again. He was pulled into another vision—this time more vivid than any before.
He stood in a grand hall filled with people he recognized but couldn't name. In the center of the hall, the man from the shrine stood tall, surrounded by swirling shadows. Kevin knew, without a doubt, that this was a memory from one of his past lives.
"Do you understand now?" the man's voice echoed. "You and I—we've done this dance countless times. And every time, you try to change the outcome."
Kevin stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why? Why does this keep happening?"
The man gave a cold smile. "Because you refuse to accept your role, Kevin. You were never meant to live peacefully. You were meant to serve a greater purpose."
Before Kevin could react, the vision shattered, and he was thrown back into the present. He gasped, clutching his head as the overwhelming weight of the memory hit him like a tidal wave.
"Kevin!" Rias's voice cut through the fog in his mind.
He looked up, meeting her worried gaze. "I saw it," he whispered. "This isn't the first time I've lived through this. That man—he's tied to all of it. And every time, I've tried to stop him."
Rias knelt beside him, her expression filled with determination. "Then we'll stop him this time—for good."
They spent the rest of the night deciphering the symbols in the shrine, piecing together fragments of Kevin's memories with what they already knew about the Kiryuu Clan. Slowly but surely, a picture began to form—a twisted web of fate that had ensnared Kevin in its grasp for countless lifetimes.
Kevin's fists clenched as the truth sank in. He was trapped in a cycle, forced to relive the same events over and over again. And the Kiryuu Clan was either a part of that cycle or trying to manipulate it for their own gain.
But this time, things were different. This time, Kevin wasn't alone.
He looked at Rias and Akeno, their expressions filled with resolve. For the first time in any of his lifetimes, he had allies—people who cared about him, who were willing to fight alongside him.
And that made all the difference.
"We'll break this cycle," Kevin said, his voice filled with conviction. "No matter what it takes."
As they left the shrine, Kevin felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. The path ahead wouldn't be easy, but he knew that with Rias and Akeno by his side, he could face whatever came next.
The cycle might have held him captive for lifetimes, but this time, things would be different.
This time, Kevin would win.