Morning sunlight spilled gently across Gosha Village, warm and peaceful in a way that only ca after long years without war.
The light slipped through the curtains of the Fuuma estate, landing across the bed where Leo lay half-awake.
He looked older now.
Stronger.
His face sharper, shoulders broader—years of missions and training shaping him into sothing far more formidable than the young man he once was.
He was 23 now.
Seven years had passed since the day he first picked up the Hell Blade.
Seven years.
And in those seven years…
Things had mostly been peaceful.
Mostly.
Leo stirred, blinking slowly as he looked up at the ceiling.
"She still hasn't told her na…" he muttered quietly.
He tried to sit up.
But sothing weighed him down.
Actually—multiple things.
He sighed softly.
"Yeah… they're still sleeping."
Carefully, he lifted the blanket and looked down.
Asagi was wrapped around his right arm, her face resting against his shoulder, holding him like he might disappear if she let go.
On the other side, Yuuko was curled close to him, cuddled against his side in a rare mont where the normally composed strategist looked completely relaxed.
And lying directly on his chest—
Kurenai.
Her head rested comfortably against him, one leg draped across his waist like she had claid the position during the night and dared anyone to challenge it.
Leo stared at the ceiling again.
"…Yep," he murmured.
"This is my life now."
His harem.
Honestly… how the hell did that even happen?
Well.
Actually, he knew exactly how.
A few years ago, the C.R.A.
The Clan Restoration Act.
The elders of the Fuuma clan had looked at Leo's accomplishnts, his strength, and the fact that he had effectively beco the center of the clan's future.
And they made a decision.
If the Fuuma clan was to truly be restored—
Leo needed to expand the bloodline.
The solution?
Marriage.
Multiple marriages.
Leo couldn't really complain.
Not entirely.
Plenty of guys around the world would probably kill to wake up like this.
Still…
If it had been completely up to him?
He probably would have kept it simple.
Just him and Asagi.
Leo exhaled and gently nudged the girls.
"Girls," he said softly. "Wake up."
Slowly, one by one, they stirred.
Asagi blinked first, rubbing her eyes before smiling at him.
Yuuko pushed her glasses up lazily, still half-asleep.
Kurenai groaned and buried her face deeper into his chest for a second before finally lifting her head.
"Morning, Leo."
They all said it at nearly the sa ti—each voice slightly different in tone.
And then, as if it had beco a routine over the years—
They leaned in one by one.
Kiss.
Asagi first, gentle and warm.
Then Yuuko, quick but affectionate.
Kurenai last, lingering just a bit longer than the others.
Leo chuckled quietly.
"Alright, alright… I'm awake."
The girls slowly climbed out of bed.
Asagi stretched, tying back her hair as she stood.
"We should get ready for the day," she said.
Leo sat up and stretched his arms over his head.
"Yeah," he replied.
A faint smile crossed his face.
"I'm pretty sure Sakura already made breakfast."
From downstairs—
Right on cue—
A voice echoed up the hall.
"Breakfast is ready!"
Kurenai smirked.
"…Told you."
Leo stood up, running a hand through his hair.
Seven peaceful years.
A restored clan.
A growing family.
And yet…
Deep inside the Fuuma estate—
The Hell Blade resting in its sheath pulsed faintly.
Like it rembered sothing.
Or soone.
That peace… never lasted forever.
Leo stood in front of the mirror for a mont.
Seven years had changed him.
His body was powerful, but not bulky like a bodybuilder. His muscles were defined and lean, built for speed, agility, and lethal movent—exactly what a Fuuma ninja should look like.
A body ant for striking fast… and killing faster.
Leo rolled his shoulders once, then ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah… still ," he muttered.
He headed to the washroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and when he ca back out he had changed into sothing simple.
A plain white T-shirt.
Dark pants.
Nothing flashy.
Just comfortable.
When he walked into the dining room, the table was already full.
Seated around it were Asagi, Yuuko, Kurenai, and Rinko.
And moving around the kitchen with practiced speed—
Sakura, now 21, placing plates down.
The mont Leo walked in, she glanced at him.
Then she gave him a teasing smirk.
"So," she said, crossing her arms slightly. "Are you forgetting sothing?"
Leo stopped.
He sighed like a man who had played this ga many tis before.
He walked over and leaned down.
Kiss.
"Happy?" he said.
Sakura smiled imdiately, satisfied.
"Very."
She turned and continued placing food on the table.
Kurenai watched the exchange and snorted.
"Still doing that every morning?"
Leo sat down.
"Apparently it's mandatory now."
"Correct," Sakura said without turning around.
Everyone chuckled.
As they started eating, Kurenai looked at him.
"So," she said between bites. "What's the plan today?"
Leo shrugged.
"Sa as always."
Yuuko adjusted her glasses slightly.
"I still have classes to teach at Gosha Academy today."
Rinko looked over at Leo.
"What about your Black Light?"
Leo leaned back slightly.
"I think I've learned everything about it."
That wasn't entirely a lie.
Over the last seven years, he had explained most of it to them.
The Blacklight virus power.
The biomass.
The weapons.
The regeneration.
They all knew.
But there were things he never told them.
Not about the voices.
Not about Alex.
Not about Jas.
And definitely not about the truth—
That he hadn't been born in this world.
That he had been reincarnated.
So things were better left buried.
Leo grabbed another bite of food.
Seven years.
Peaceful.
Stable.
Normal.
And yet…
Deep inside him—
Sothing stirred.
Like the Blacklight itself was restless.
Like it was waiting.
For sothing to happen.
For a mont, the dining room was peaceful.
Plates clinked. Tea stead. Morning light filled the room.
It felt… normal.
Almost too normal.
Leo finished his tea and leaned back slightly in his chair.
"So," he said, looking around the table, "anything interesting happening today?"
Yuuko spoke first, already back in teacher mode.
"The second-year class is starting advanced anti-demon barrier studies today. I expect at least three explosions."
Leo blinked.
"…Only three?"
Yuuko adjusted her glasses calmly.
"I am being optimistic."
Kurenai chuckled.
"Kids these days are weak. When we were students, half the class would explode."
Rinko gave her a flat look.
"You nearly burned down an entire training wing."
Kurenai shrugged.
"It built character."
Sakura set down another plate.
"You're not allowed to teach."
"Unfair," Kurenai said.
Asagi, who had been quietly eating, finally looked at Leo.
"You're going on patrol today, right?"
Leo nodded.
"Yeah. Just the usual border sweep."
Nothing major.
Just making sure no smugglers, demons, or Dragon Gate leftovers tried to sneak near the village.
Seven years had reduced a lot of threats.
But they never completely disappeared.
Rinko crossed her arms slightly.
"You're still taking the Hell Blade?"
Leo shrugged.
"It's part of my kit."
Across the room, resting on a stand—
The Hell Blade sat in its sheath.
Even after seven years, the weapon still looked… alive.
Dark veins faintly pulsed beneath the tal like a slow heartbeat.
Yuuko glanced at it.
"It has been stable for years," she said thoughtfully.
"Yes," Leo said.
Then he smirked slightly.
"But it still scares the hell out of visiting inspectors."
Kurenai grinned.
"Good."
Sakura sat down finally, wiping her hands.
"So the hero of the Fuuma clan spends his day doing boring patrols?"
Leo leaned back in his chair.
"That's the job."
Asagi smiled faintly.
"And you secretly enjoy the peace."
Leo didn't answer.
Because she was right.
For seven years…
No major wars.
No demon invasions.
No eldritch monsters.
Just missions, patrols, training, and the occasional idiot criminal.
It had been good.
Really good.
Then—
The Hell Blade pulsed.
Once.
A sharp, sudden throb.
Leo froze.
Across the table, Yuuko noticed imdiately.
"…Leo?"
The blade pulsed again.
Harder.
Not like a heartbeat.
Like a signal.
Leo slowly stood.
"Sothing's wrong," he said quietly.
Kurenai was already on her feet.
"What is it?"
Leo looked toward the weapon.
His expression had gone serious.
"That thing hasn't reacted like this in seven years."
The blade pulsed a third ti.
Stronger.
Hungry.
Like it had just recognized sothing.
Far away.
Very far away.
Leo walked over and picked it up.
The mont his hand touched the hilt—
Black water briefly leaked from the guard before being absorbed back in.
Leo exhaled slowly.
"…Well," he said.
"That's not ominous at all."
Asagi stepped beside him.
"What does it an?"
Leo stared at the blade for a long mont.
Then he said the one answer he was almost certain of.
"Ingrid."
The room went quiet.
Seven years.
And now—
Sothing had finally moved again.
In a dim chamber far from Gosha Village, a man sat calmly in a high-backed chair.
The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of a clock that hadn't moved in years.
Edward Black rested his chin on his hand, eyes half-lidded as if he were watching sothing only he could see.
"…So," he said quietly, "it's ti."
Across from him, Sakyo leaned against a pillar, arms folded.
"2072," Sakyo replied. "This is when you said things start."
Edward nodded slowly.
"Yes."
He looked toward a floating projection—fragnts of events, tilines, possibilities flickering like broken glass.
"This is where Asagi becos involved," he continued.
"And where her lover dies."
Sakyo raised an eyebrow.
"Leo?"
Edward shook his head.
"No."
He leaned back slightly in the chair.
"Sawaki Kyousuke."
Sakyo frowned.
"In the previous loops… she loved him?"
Edward nodded.
"Every ti."
The projection shifted—showing glimpses of older tilines.
Asagi standing beside a different man.
Battles that played out differently.
A death that always ca too soon.
Sakyo looked back at Edward.
"But now?"
Edward smiled faintly.
"As I have said before," he replied, "Leo is new."
"Very new."
He tapped the armrest of his chair lightly.
"In thousands of loops… he never existed."
Sakyo let out a slow breath.
"And yet now he's one of the strongest pieces on the board."
Edward chuckled quietly.
"Yes."
He looked amused.
"I changed a single decision."
"Just one."
He lifted a finger.
"I decided not to create Nomad in one loop."
The projection flickered again.
Tilines branching.
Reality bending.
Leo appearing where he had never existed before.
Sakyo rubbed the back of his neck.
"And yet…"
He gestured to another projection—showing a massive organization rising in the shadows.
"Nomad still exists."
Edward smiled wider.
"Of course it does."
"So things," he said, "have too much montum to disappear entirely."
Sakyo sighed.
"So now what?"
Edward looked back at the tiline fragnts.
His gaze lingered on one particular point—
Leo holding the Hell Blade.
"Ingrid moving again."
A new figure appearing on Earth under the na Kuroi Ryuuji.
Edward folded his hands together.
"Well…"
He said calmly,
"Things might play out the sa."
A different tiline flickered—showing destruction.
"Or very different."
The projection shifted again.
Now showing Leo standing where Kyousuke once had.
Edward's eyes glead.
"That depends," he said softly,
"…on what this new Mr. Black wants."
Sakyo stared at the image of Leo.
"The boy with the Blacklight."
Edward nodded once.
"Yes."
He smiled, amused and curious at the sa ti.
"A variable."
"A wild card."
Then he leaned back in his chair.
"And I do so love watching those."
To be continued
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