Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

The Dance of the White Spark and the Liquid Mountain

The chromatic sky, vibrant with its aurora of electric colors, became the stage for an apocalyptic collision."... All right."

At the center of that distorted firmament, time seemed to stand still for a fraction of a second, freezing the image of two primordial forces on the verge of clashing.

(ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAR!!!)

Below, the tar colossus—a titanic manifestation of cursed energy compressed into liters of trauma and pain—ascended like a liquid mountain in rebellion.

(ZRAAAKKKK-KSHHHHHHHH-EEEEEEEE!!)

Its form was a silhouette of pure desperation, twisting with a rhythmic agony in unison with a visceral roar born from the void itself.

(BHHHOOOOOOOO-MNNNNNNGGGGGG-GRRRR!!)

That sound was not just a cry; it was a physical shockwave, a guttural vibration that made the air tremble and distorted the light around it.

(GLO-PPPPP... SCHLLLUUUMMM-PF!!)

The massive, dense splashing of the tar contracting and expanding could be heard—a wet, heavy sound, like flesh tearing and knitting back together in a macabre dance.

(SLURP-KRASH... GLOO-RCH... SLAAAP-KKK!!)

Its gigantic claws, formed from the same visceral darkness, reached toward the sky, slicing through the wind with a sharp, threatening hiss, ready to catch and assimilate the luminous intrusion.

(VROOOO-SHHHHHHH-RRRRRAAAAAA-KH!!)

Hundreds of human faces, trapped in the viscous surface, peered out with empty sockets, their mouths wide in silent screams that added to the deafening roar of the ascension.

"I have already..."

And above, his target: Shija, descending like a meteorite of pure will...

(FSSS-EEEEEEEEEEEE-RRRRRRRRRAAA-KHHH!!)

With his now-bleached hair waving, he returned the gaze of the ascending darkness.

(ZZZZ-HROOOOOO-MMMMMM-FFFFF!!)

The fireball enveloping him, fueled by his growing Ki, had turned a blinding white; a spear of light slicing through the atmosphere with a constant sonic roar.

(WUUUU-UUU-UUU-RRRRR-BOOOOM!!)

In that moment, despite the pain and the scorching heat coursing through his body, Shija, maintaining a manic calm...

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!"

He exploded violently.

{EEEEHHHH?!}

And with his eyes transformed into a complex pattern of concentric whirlpools, he scanned the monstrosity rising to meet him in an instant, identifying the lines of spiritual tension and the breaking points within the colossus's structure.

"HUUUUUUU-HAAAAAA... SSSSSS...!!"

With a deep breath, Shija inhaled the scorching air surrounding him.

(... It really... is frustrating... isn't it...?)

The oxygen, upon contacting his burning Ki, evaporated instantly, creating wisps of white vapor that escaped his lips like dragon's breath, marking the rhythm of his determination.

(This burning feeling... I... WILL CARVE IT INTO YOU!!)

Gripping the hilt of his thread sword, which vibrated with energy so dense it emitted a high-frequency hum—like a blade of black and silver light that sliced the wind before it even touched the silk.

(KRA-KA-THOOOM!!)

Feeling the imminence of the impact, Shija executed a precise movement in mid-air.

"Getsurin Shō!!"

(BZZZ-T-KIIIN!!)

As he invoked the technique, a crescent moon of white and silver light materialized around his body, expanding outward in a violent spin as he unleashed the sword.

(SHIIII-GLUUU-AAAKKK!!)

That was not a move to gain speed, but to propel himself through the air, using the centrifugal force of the slash to correct his trajectory and increase the power of his impact.

(BANG!!!)

As a result, the air around him compressed and exploded in a secondary sonic boom, driving him downward with terminal acceleration.

(DZRAAAA-PLOOO-KSHHHH!!)

Thus, the white meteor and the tar colossus collided in mid-air...

(KRA-SHHHHHHH!!!)

And in the millisecond when the titanic claws of the tar colossus—laden with a density capable of demolishing everything in their path—were about to close their web of shadows over Shija’s white meteor, the world seemed to fracture.

In that state, the creature's bestial roar and the roar of Shija's supersonic fall vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly and unnatural silence.

"Kyōgetsu Style: Zenith..."

Reality stood still.

(BZZZ-KRAA-CHHH-OOM!!)

It was then that Shija—with his ashen-white hair waving and his geometric-patterned eyes glowing with terminal intensity—executed his move.

(ZHUOOM—ZHUOOM—ZHUOOM!)

There was no visible "dash"; he simply ceased to be in one place to be in thousands at once.

"Tsuki no Mai...!" (Dance of the Moon)

In a display of hyperbolic speed and absolute technique, Shija’s figure multiplied into flashes of light that enveloped the colossus's outstretched arm.

"Oborozuki!!" (Hazy Moon)

The result was not a single slash; it was a bombardment of thousands of precise cuts tearing through the air.

(KIIIINNNN-ZRAAAAA-SSSHHHH!!)

The thread sword, imbued with energy so dense it distorted space, traced complex and perfect patterns in the air.

(SHIN-VRAA-SHIN-VRAA-SHIN-VRAA!!)

Each slash was a crescent moon of pure light that separated the tar's viscosity at a molecular level.

(VROOOO-MNNNN-GLLL... PSHHHH!!)

In a fraction of a second, the colossus's arm—that massive limb capable of crushing mountains—was reduced to thousands of pieces, evaporating due to the purity of the technique.

"Not yet!!"

But without pausing for even an instant, Shija, in a flash of light, appeared immediately behind the neck of the gigantic monstrosity, his back turned to it.

"KYŌGETSU STYLE: ZENITH!!"

His posture was perfect, holding the thread sword with one hand, pointing downward, while a trail of fluctuating energy drifted from the blade, blackened by its own density...

"KGHH!!"

Blood erupted with greater force from his nose, evaporating in the scorching air, and his muscles creaked under the strain of the Zenith, yet his face remained impassive, fixed in a manic smile.

(VROOOOOOOOM!!!)

However, just before Shija unleashed the technique and the slash could connect, Shija, in a split second, shifted his grip on the sword.

"Tsk!!"

The overflowing energy emanating from his body contracted into an infinitesimal point on the edge of the blade, shining with a light so white it seemed to wound the very fabric of space.

"Ōgi - Mangetsu: Kaigan!!" (Hidden Art - Full Moon: Shore Opening)

Instead of a linear cut, Shija unleashed an absolute circular display of energy; a superior variant designed to decapitate existences of massive scale.

(SPLASH-KRA-SHHHH!!!)

However, in response, before the blade could connect with its neck, the monster's structure collapsed.

"A trap..."

Billions of liters of tar instantly crumbled, ceasing to be a body and transforming into a black tide that expanded like an inverted dome, coating the sky and sealing any escape route.

"PREDICTABLE!!"

But Shija, with the air evaporating in his lungs and blood staining his vision, did not halt his momentum.

(ZHUOOM—ZHUOOM!)

In the midst of the ascending tide, his hands moved like flashes of silver.

"Is that all you've got?!"

With a burst of geometric slashes from the Mangetsu technique, Shija carved an opening through the vault of pitch.

{Hey, why are you provoking it?!}

The slash was so clean and powerful that the boiling tar parted for a second, revealing the chromatic aurora once again behind the curtain of hate.

"BECAUSE I CAN!!"

Shija seized the pressure vacuum, propelling himself through the air with a violent spin just before the opening closed behind him, escaping by millimeters from being consumed by the living mass.

{What do you mean, because you can?!}

However, the colossus gave him no respite.

(HUO-OOOOOOO-SHHHH!!!)

The black tide converged in the air once more, reforming with a gutural suction sound.

"It’s just as you heard!!"

The creature regained its titanic form in a blink, but this time, it didn't use its claws.

(BHOOOOO-GUUUUURRRRR-SHHHHHH!!)

Opening its cavernous maws, the beast unleashed a blast of pressurized pitch; a solid torrent of liquid trauma fired like a hydrostatic cannon.

"From here on out... I'm going to dance until I can't anymore!"

The impact was so massive it forced Shija backward through the air, his feet treading the void as the pressure threatened to pulverize his ribs.

{Those words!!}

But instead of fleeing the torrent, Shija planted his stance in mid-air.

"So I will ask you!!"

His arms became a blur of absolute movement.

(CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-KRA-SHHHH!!)

In a display of defensive mastery, Shija reduced the attack to a flurry of slashes.

"Will you join me in this dance?!"

Every drop of pressurized tar that touched him was sliced in mid-air, divided by his blade's edge into sheets so thin they vanished before touching his skin.

{.....}

Standing tall, Shija remained firm in the midst of the gale of darkness—a white, ashen spark that refused to be extinguished by the tide.

{Dammit... because of things like this... protagonists are...}

And in response to such an invitation...

{...They are so fascinating!!}

.... The doll, with no other choice, accepted.