The three-dimensional world is a vast land, and the two-dimensional world is like the flowers, plants, and trees attached to this land. Every day, new branches sprout, but every day, old leaves wither and fall.
World, if you want to survive on this land, then fight! Plunder! Accumulate the power to break fate!
World: Sekirei
Time: 2020, the day the world ends.
Location: Above the lofty heavens.
This world no longer has a trace of light. Everything is collapsing, everything is dying.
Severed limbs, wreckage—men, women, the old, the young—blood has washed the sky red, and corpses fill the earth.
The entire world is left with only five people.
The battle continues. A woman raises the weapon in her hand and slashes down, tearing through the void, but such an attack is still not enough, still not enough…
The young man holds two girls in his arms, blankly watching this world he once knew so well, hoping it's a dream, a dream that will all turn into illusion when he wakes up.
But, feeling the blood that keeps gushing out and the girls' trembling bodies, he knows this is not a dream, this is reality.
There is no hope, only despairing reality.
"Please, please wake up, okay? Lying in bed isn't good for children." While gently rubbing his face against the faces of the two girls in his arms, the young man says with a smile.
What a heartwarming scene this is.
If only the young man's voice wasn't hoarse.
If only the young man's face wasn't covered in tears.
If only the girls' chests didn't have blood that couldn't be stopped.
"Ashikabi … Master, please… don't be… sad. Being able to fight… alongside Ashikabi until… now, I'm really… happy. Fight, our king, we… have always believed in you… always…" The woman on the left struggles to reach out and touch the young man's cheek, her voice filled with infinite love.
"Yes, always… believed in… Ashikabi, always, always…" The girl on the right also reaches out, stroking the other side of the young man's cheek, using her last breath to comfort the young man's broken heart.
Looking at the two girls who are still smiling but no longer breathing, the young man cries, cries sadly…
"Why am I so weak?"
"Why do I always have to hide behind you?"
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Someone, tell me, why is this happening!?"
The young man raises his head to the sky, roaring with all his might.
The battle in the distance continues, and the dim sky begins to rain.
This is the last rain, blood-red, to commemorate this world that is about to be destroyed.
Letting the blood-colored rain fall on his face and flow into his eyes, the young man's eyes have turned into two empty holes.
At this moment, the young man realizes that he no longer hates this world so much, nor does he hate the so-called fate.
He only hates himself, hates his own incompetence.
Unforgivable, being unable to do anything, absolutely unforgivable!
"Your life is really big, isn't it? You're so useless, but everyone else is dead and you're still not dead." A voice comes from behind, full of sarcasm, but it makes the distracted young man tremble. A glimmer of light appears in his eyes, and he suddenly turns around.
"Karasuba, you're still ali…" The young man is incredibly excited, someone else is alive besides himself.
Although this person once hurt him and his Sekirei. But at this moment, everything is unimportant, just the fact that she is still alive is enough for the young man to forgive everything she has done.
It's still that familiar smile, bloodthirsty and enchanting. He used to hate it, resent her, but now he finds it so beautiful, so captivating.
However, the young man is stunned, and the glimmer of excitement that had just risen is immediately replaced by ice.
Looking at her empty right hand, sunken chest, and the heart pierced through, the young man can't say another word…
Silently standing up, the young man walks to the woman named Karasuba, reaching out to grab the long sword she holds in her left hand.
"What, finally no longer hiding behind women, going to fight?" As if completely unaware of everything that has happened to herself, the woman still has that unchanging expression on her face.
"Ah! Although I am weak, I will fight. Woman, if there is still a chance, I will show you what a man's fight is."
Looking at the long sword in his hand, for the first time, the young man so desires power, desires to fight, desires blood.
"A man's fight? Heh, if you can beat me one day, I can become your Sekirei, useless man."
Looking at the woman who is still smiling even in death, the young man suddenly smiles, smiles very happily.
At this moment, the young man's heart is peaceful, like a still well…
"Boom!" A figure falls like a meteor not far from the young man, making a deafening sound.
The young man runs over, only to see a woman covered in blood lying inside. Exquisite face, purple hair, but incredibly dirty and messy because of the battle.
"Miya, it seems this world is really over, there is no hope left. Let's go, let me fight with you one last time, don't stop me this time." While helping the woman up, the young man says.
"Cough… cough cough… Sora, have you understood the truth of the world?" The woman doesn't answer the young man's words, but asks a seemingly unrelated question.
Hearing the woman's question, the young man is stunned for a moment, then shakes his head:
"Heh, what if I know? It's too late, everything is too late." The young man's tone is full of desolation, full of helplessness, and even more full of sarcasm.
"No, we still have a chance, the last chance." The woman also shakes her head, but says something that shocks the young man.
The young man stares at the woman, although he knows there is no hope, he is still unwilling to give up. As long as there is a glimmer of possibility, he will fight for it, he will gamble!
Seeing the young man's shocked face, the woman reveals a gentle smile, and under the young man's gaze, takes something out of her arms.
"A Divine Artifact?" Looking at the transparent crystal composed of an octagonal prism and an octagonal pyramid in the woman's hand, the young man exclaims in surprise.
The woman nods, and seeing the young man's puzzled expression, she explains:
"When the eight Divine Artifacts are activated at the same time, they will unleash earth-shattering power. This power is the last hope of this world."
Listened to the woman's explanation, but the young man did not show a happy expression.
"Heh, even if it shakes the heavens and the earth, what can it do? The world has already been destroyed, everyone is dead, even if we can win the battle, what's the point? It's better to die in battle, maybe we can see everyone again in heaven." With a miserable smile, the young man's glimmer of hope that had just risen was shattered again.
"Pa!" Without warning, the woman slapped the young man in the face.
"It's not good to be so depressed all the time, Sora, you are everyone's hope! Everyone has placed everything on you, you can't say such irresponsible things!" With a smile on her face, the woman gently stroked the young man's face with the palm print, as if she wasn't the one who hit him just now.
"Irresponsible? Everyone is dead, who am I responsible to? Matsu, Kazehana, Homura, Yume, Tsukiumi, Musubi, and Kusa, everyone is dead! All dead! Even that crazy woman Karasuba is dead! Who am I supposed to look for…" Hoarsely, the young man's tears rolled down.
The woman still had that gentle smile, hugging the crying young man into her arms, as if she wanted to melt his body.
"Don't worry, there is still hope, really!"
"I will use the power of the Divine Artifact to turn back time in the world, to return everything to the beginning. You, who have understood the truth of the world, will definitely be able to lead everyone to break fate and save this world this time."
Although the woman's voice was not loud, it fell into the young man's ears word by word. The young man suddenly raised his head, and an unprecedented brilliance appeared in his originally ashen eyes.
"Turn back time, return everything to the beginning? But, in that case, wouldn't I also…" Although he was extremely excited, the young man still couldn't believe it, he was really afraid, afraid of enduring that desperate pain again.
"No, because you are special, Sora. You are our king, the king of all Sekirei! So, even if time goes back, your memory will not change."
"Do you understand now? You are our hope, the hope of this world, so I didn't let you fight. But, this time, I will never stop you again."
"I only hope that you don't forget us, don't forget everything about us. And, when you return to the past, you must come and find us again, let us become your Sekirei, let us fight with you."
Looking at the incredulous young man, the woman gently tiptoed and kissed the young man's lips.
Light, at the moment when the two lips met, a radiant light emanated from both of them at the same time. A pair of huge wings of light extending hundreds of meters unfolded behind the woman. At the same time, a silver Sekirei crest appeared on the back of the woman's neck.
This time, it was stronger than any previous feathering. Moreover, incredibly, a golden Sekirei crest also appeared on the back of the young man's neck!
"With my contract, open the power of the Divine Artifact, to break the shackles of fate for our king!" Ancient prayers were murmured from the woman's mouth, and the eight Divine Artifacts instantly flew into the sky, bursting out bursts of dazzling light.
The light of the eight Divine Artifacts connected to each other, instantly forming a mysterious pattern. At the same time, a pillar of light shot towards the young man.
"Don't forget, our king, be sure to find us again." Looking at the young man shrouded in the pillar of light, the woman's expression was filled with endless reluctance, but also full of anticipation.
The knife taken from Karasuba's hand was still held by the young man, he only felt that everything was going backwards, everything in the surrounding world was going backwards. Rain flew from the ground back to the sky, fallen leaves returned from the wind to the trees, and the dead crawled out of their graves.
Taking a deep breath, the young man tightly grasped the knife in his hand, a smile called hope appeared on his face.
This is an end, but it is also a beginning!