novelraw Chapter 44: Rumors of the Tyrant
Chapter 44: Rumors of the Tyrant
The flight back to Tokyo was a hollow, pressurized silence. Inside the cabin of the Committee’s high-speed mana-jet, Ren Hanshin sat alone in the rear. He didn’t look at the luxury leather seats or the digital displays showing their record-breaking speed. He only looked at the small, sapphire marble in his palm.
It was quiet now. The Heart of the Ocean no longer screamed. It hummed with a soft, steady rhythm, like a sleeping lung.
Ren’s right arm was a gruesome sight. The flesh from his elbow to his fingertips was charred black, the result of forcing his raw mana into the divine core. It was simply dead, his vitality was crawling, struggling to regenerate cells that had been vaporized by the God of Magic’s lightning.
He was a ghost. A single flare of temper, a single moment of reaching for the Weaver’s thread, and the red numbers would hit high. He could feel her, the God of Fate sitting just behind his eyes, her fingers hovering over the controls of his soul.
"Ren-sama?" Arthur Vance stood by the curtain of the private cabin. He was holding a tablet, his face tight with a mix of awe and anxiety.
"We’ll be over the Okutama range in twenty minutes," Arthur said. "But... there’s something you need to see. Something that happened while you were beneath the Atlantic Miasma."
Ren didn’t look up. "If it isn’t about Haru, I don’t care."
"It’s about you," Arthur said, stepping forward. He turned the tablet around. The screen showed a shaky, handheld video feed. It was a city named Osaka, perhaps engulfed in flames. In the center of the carnage, a figure was walking through the fire. He wore a midnight black coat. He had long, silver threaded hair, and in his hand, he held a blood-red scythe that hummed with gravity.
In the video, the figure raised the scythe and swung it. A block of apartments was crushed into the earth by a massive surge of gravity.
"That was six hours ago," Arthur whispered. "The death toll is in the thousands. The survivors are calling it ’The Night of the Executioner’."
Ren stared at the screen. The figure in the video looked like him. The movements, the weight of the aura, even the way the coat billowed in the wind, it was a copy. But Ren had been thousands of miles away, fighting Elias Thorne on a rusted tanker.
"It’s an illusion," Ren said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration.
"We know that," Arthur said quickly. "The Committee’s energy sensors didn’t pick up your specific mana sign in Osaka. But the world doesn’t have energy sensors, Ren. They have eyes, and right now, every news feed from London to Seoul is broadcasting your face as the greatest threat to human history."
Ren leaned back, closing his eyes. ’Loki.’ The Fool wasn’t attacking his body. He was stripping away the last thing Ren had left, the trust of the people he was trying to save. If the world saw Ren as a monster, they would stop seeking refuge at the shrine. They would stop listening to Jubei’s teachings. They would become isolated, scared, and easy to harvest.
[The God of Fate is laughing, a melodic, chilling sound that echoes in Ren’s skull.]
[God of Fate]: Why do you look so troubled, my King? The Fool is doing us a favor. Let them hate you. Let them fear you. When the world is your enemy, you will have no choice but to come to me. We don’t need their love. We only need their silence.
"I’m going to kill him," Ren whispered.
"Ren, you can’t," Arthur said, his voice pleading. "If you go to Osaka to find the imposter, you’ll be walking into a trap designed to spike your synchronization. You’re at 49.95%. One fight with a High-Tier illusion and you’ll break."
"My sister is dying," Ren said, standing up. The charred skin of his arm falling onto the carpet like ash. "Loki can wait. The world can hate me, but I am going to that shrine."
***
The jet descended into the Okutama valley under the cover of a grey fog. As the hatch opened, Ren didn’t wait for the stairs. He stepped out into the cold air and let himself fall, his boots hitting the shrine’s gravel with a heavy sound.
THUD!
The atmosphere at the shrine had changed. The survivors, who had previously looked at him with a mix of fear and respect, were now huddled far away from the main hall. He saw Tanaka standing guard near the infirmary, his rusted sword drawn. When Tanaka saw Ren, his eyes didn’t brighten with relief. They narrowed with a painful suspicion.
"Ren-sama," Tanaka said, his voice cold. "Is it true?"
Ren walked past Tanaka, the sapphire marble shimmering in his hand. "Is that true, Tanaka?"
"The news. The videos from the south," Tanaka said, his hand trembling on his sword hilt. "They say you leveled a hospital in Nagoya. They say you’re clearing the ’weak’ to make room for a new kingdom. The people... they’re scared. They want to leave."
Ren stopped at the door of the infirmary. He turned his head, his silver hair catching the dim moonlight.
"I was in the Atlantic," Ren said. "If you want to believe a screen over the man who stood in front of the Seraph for you, then leave. Take the path and don’t look back."
Tanaka flinched. The weight of Ren’s gaze was almost physical. "I... I want to believe you. But you don’t look like Ren anymore. You look like... them."
Ren pushed open the door to Haru’s room. The smell of rot was stronger now. Haru was barely breathing, her skin so pale it was almost translucent. The silver dust was thick on her pillow, shimmering like a morbid halo. Ren knelt by her bed. He ignored the warning. He ignored the dead nerves in his right arm. He took the sapphire marble and pressed it against Haru’s chest, right over her heart.
"Focus, Ren," he whispered to himself. "Don’t let the Weaver in. Just the core."
He channeled a tiny, microscopic thread of his remaining 12 mana points into the marble. He was binding. He used the Shinen-ryu principle of the gentle stream, guiding the sapphire energy out of the core and into Haru’s fractured mana circuits.
It was like trying to thread a needle during an earthquake. The divine energy wanted to explode, to reclaim its freedom. Haru’s body convulsed, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
[Warning: Mana output is erratic!]
[Synchronization: 49.96%]
"Hold on, Haru," Ren gritted his teeth. Blood began to leak from his eyes, the sign of a soul being stretched too thin. "Just stay with me."
Slowly, the sapphire light began to sink into her skin. The silver dust on her lips turned back into normal breath. The sweet smell of rot vanished, replaced by the clean, sharp scent of the ocean. Her heart, which had been skipping beats, found a steady, strong rhythm.
Haru’s eyes opened. They were clear. The hazy grey was gone.
"Ren?" she whispered. She reached up, her small hand touching his cheek. Her fingers were warm. "You’re... you’re crying."
Ren leaned his forehead against the edge of the bed. The sapphire marble was gone, its energy now acting as a permanent stabilizer inside his sister’s soul. She was safe. She was the only person on Earth who was now immune to the Sovereign Sickness.
[Divine Mana: 2 / 150]
[Synchronization: 49.98%]
He was at the edge of the abyss. He could feel Weaver’s laughter vibrating in his very teeth. She was so close. She was almost home.
"I’m fine, Haru," Ren said, his voice a broken rasp. "Just rest. The rain is over."
He stood up, his legs shaking. He walked out of the infirmary, closing the door softly behind him. Tanaka was still there. He saw the blood on Ren’s face and the way his right arm hung uselessly at his side. He saw the exhaustion that went deeper than bone.
"She’s stable," Ren said.
Tanaka looked at the ground, shame washing over his face. "Ren-sama... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted—"
"It doesn’t matter," Ren interrupted. He looked out at the shrine courtyard. The survivors were whispering, pointing at him. They had seen him enter with blood on his face, looking every bit the monster the news said he was.
He realized then that he couldn’t stay here. His presence was a target. As long as he was at the shrine, Loki would keep sending illusions. The Gods would keep sending iron. The people would never feel safe because they would always be waiting for him to snap.
"Tanaka," Ren said. "Take care of her. If anyone comes for her, you will use the Kusanagi-Vessel. It’s tuned to her blood now. It will protect her."
"Where are you going?" Tanaka asked, fear returning to his voice.
Ren looked at the violet horizon. He felt the cold, oily itch of a playing card manifesting in his pocket. He didn’t have to look at it to know what it was. The Joker.
"I’m going to find the man who’s telling lies about me," Ren said.
He walked toward the shattered torii gate. He didn’t look back at the shrine. He was a silver-haired shadow walking into a world that had already decided he was a villain.
He wasn’t the Guardian of Humanity. He was the Executioner, and it was time to claim the head of a Fool.
[The God of Fate is clapping her hands, her joy reaching a fever pitch.]
[God of Fate]: Yes! Leave the dirt behind! Walk into the dark, my King! Only 0.02% to go! I can see the throne from here!
Ren Hanshin stepped off the mountain path and vanished into the fog. He had two points of mana, one working arm, and a world that hated him, but he had a promise to keep, and a warrior defined by what he refuses to let go is the most dangerous thing in the universe. The rumors were the match, and the Executioner was the fire.