Konsoon smiled faintly.
"Well, well… I guess it's very good to see you again. I thought our friendship would die, but that's not the case."
Tai clenched his fists.
"Who are you? Just tell me—who are you?"
Konsoon smiled calmly.
"I am someone who is aware of everything that's going on. What I will be doing is exactly what I want. Your cautious nature won't allow you to see it—but I can see everything."
He stepped closer.
"I can even tell who you are… and what's inside you."
Tai froze.
"Blue Dragon Azure."
Tai's eyes widened.
"Who is that?"
Konsoon smiled again.
"You know… you can't see the cruelty. It's everywhere. It applies to everything."
Konsoon said softly,
"Soon, you will know."
He began walking toward Tai. His right hand rested on his knee as he moved slowly forward. Tai could only watch—his body wouldn't move. Fear crept into him.
Konsoon smiled.
"I would say you already know who I am… and what I can do."
He smiled again.
Tai trembled.
"Who even is this guy? Am I… really having a nightmare? Why does everyone who looks kind turn out to be so evil? What is even happening…?"
Tai fell to his knees, staring ahead, unable to understand what was happening around him.
"Well… then I have to say, you will lose many things. Your fate… is the same as mine, Tai Yang, Blue Dragon."
Before Tai could react, a boy suddenly appeared—Hotaro. He stood lightly on the ground, calm yet resolute. With a gentle breath, he extended his hand and blew into the air. From his palm, petals swirled and danced, carried by the wind like a blossom storm 🌬️🌸.
The petals moved with intention, striking at Konsoon, creating a whirling cloud of dust and petals that enveloped the area. The force scattered debris and obscured vision, the petals forming a chaotic but elegant curtain around Konsoon. Dust and flower fragments flew in every direction, mixing the threat with beauty.
Konsoon smiled faintly.
"Impressive… Onmyoji."
He looked at Hotaro and the others calmly.
"You are powerful. Very powerful. Magicians worthy of respect… almost the same as us."
For a moment, the air felt still.
Then his smile deepened.
"But that… is not enough to take me down."
The wind suddenly shifted.
A thin mist spread across the field—
vapour mixed with blood.
Crimson droplets twisted in the air, moving as if alive.
They flowed through the wind, wrapping around every flower on the ground.
One by one, the petals changed.
White became red.
Soft blossoms transformed into deep, blood-soaked roses.
Konsoon raised his hand slightly.
"My blood has a certain beauty," he said softly.
"It can make even ordinary flowers… bloom like roses."
He smiled.
"Isn't that lovely?"
Konsoon's smile faded—just slightly.
"Just like your brother…"
The air felt heavier.
"Two years ago, I met him."
Hotaru froze.
Konsoon continued calmly, as if recalling an old memory.
"I remember very well how he was killed."
That was enough.
Hotaru didn't say a word.
He vanished from his place and appeared in front of Konsoon, his fist swinging with everything he had.
Bang!
Konsoon tilted his head slightly—
the punch passed by his face, missing by inches.
He didn't even look surprised.
Tai stepped back, his heart racing.
"W–what is even happening…?"
Konsoon let out a quiet breath.
"Sadly… I don't have time to play with you, Hotaro."
Hotaro's eyes burned.
"Enough of this," he said.
"I'm ending it—right now."
The wind answered his anger.
Petals of air and light spiraled around him, whispering as they gathered. 🌬️
Hotaro raised his hand, the Wind Blossom forming—
but before the spell could bloom—
Konsoon's expression turned serious.
"I think you didn't hear me," he said calmly.
"I have no time."
Slash.
Konsoon swung his sword.
A blood-red aura tore through the air like a screaming wave.
In the next instant, Konsoon was already behind Hotaro.
Hotaro stood still.
The wind vanished.
Silence fell.
Konsoon spoke without turning back.
"I won't kill you."
He smiled faintly.
"It'll be more fun to see you again someday.
"Your spell isn't enough to break me, Hotaro."
Konsoon smiled.
Not mocking—
disappointed.
The red mist around him slowly faded as he turned away.
At that moment—
Jung arrived.
He stopped in his tracks.
The ground was torn apart.
Flowers stained crimson.
The air itself felt heavy, as if powerful magic had been carved into it.
Jung swallowed.
So many…
So many powerful presences.
Jung stepped forward and froze.
Konsoon was standing there calmly, dust drifting around him.
He adjusted his glasses with two fingers, unbothered.
Tai shouted, panic breaking his voice.
"Jung— stay back!"
Jung's eyes widened.
"You're… alive?"
His gaze hardened.
"So it's you. The one who betrayed us."
He clenched his fists.
"I thought you were a weak magician," Jung said coldly.
"But clearly… you're not."
He raised his head.
"So tell me— who are you?"
Konsoon smiled faintly.
"Interesting," he said.
"Many people ask me the same question."
He turned slightly, the light reflecting off his glasses.
"But I won't answer it right now.
I'll reveal it later— to you."
Jung clicked his tongue.
"I see. Then answer this."
He pointed toward the battlefield, the broken ground, the blood-stained flowers.
"Who did all of this?"
Konsoon followed his gaze for a moment, then looked back at Jung.
"You mean that boy?"
Jung's voice sharpened.
"So it wasn't you."
Konsoon chuckled.
"I remember your father," he said casually.
"One of the highest wizards of your era."
His smile deepened.
"You resemble him."
Jung snapped back, mana flaring.
"Does that even matter?"
The air trembled.
"I've recovered my mana," Jung said.
"And I'll end this by sealing your power."
He stepped forward, hands glowing.
"Bugalasri— half seal."
Jung lunged and placed his palm on Konsoon's chest.
For a split second— nothing happened.
Konsoon blinked.
"…Interesting."
Then he raised a single finger.
He pressed it lightly against Jung's chest.
Boom.
Jung was launched backward like a broken doll, crashing through the wall behind him. Stone shattered. Dust exploded.
Tai shouted his name.
Jung slammed into the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth.
Impossible…
How does his mana work?
Konsoon walked forward slowly.
"For your information," he said calmly,
"mana is not the only energy that exists."
He raised his finger again.
"There are many forms of power—
many worlds."
He looked down at Jung.
"Some planets use mana.
Others don't."
His voice grew colder.
"In Mesopotamian systems, it's called Zi."
"In Shinto realms, Ki."
"And in some worlds…"
His smile returned.
"…power manifests as destiny itself."
Silence fell.
Tai could barely breathe.
Konsoon adjusted his glasses once more.
"And you," he said softly.
Konsoon looked down at them calmly.
"If you're wondering what I use," he said,
"I don't rely on just one system."
He slowly raised his hand.
"I can use some of them.
And yes— I can still use mana."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your magic has no effect on me."
Konsoon extended his palm.
"I'll show you."
The air shifted.
Mana surged— not wild, not explosive— controlled.
A violet aura poured out from his body, thick and suffocating.
Tai's knees buckled.
Jung felt it instantly—
his body growing heavier, as if the world itself was pressing down on him.
I can't move…
Tai gasped, struggling to breathe.
"What… is this…?"
Konsoon watched them silently.
Then— he stopped.
The pressure vanished.
He exhaled lightly.
"…It would be a waste of time to kill both of you."
A faint smile appeared.
At that moment—
A presence emerged behind him.
Sachan stepped out of the distortion, smiling casually.
"Hey," he said.
"I got it."
He tossed something forward.
"You should catch this."
A box spun through the air.
"This box holds the key."
Konsoon caught it effortlessly.
"I'd be really grateful, Sachan," he said.
"I was looking for this."
He examined the box closely.
The surface began to bubble.
"…Hm?"
The material started melting in his hand.
Konsoon's eyes sharpened.
"What—?"
BOOM.
The box exploded.
A violent shockwave tore through the area.
Tai and Jung were thrown back, eyes wide in disbelief.
Smoke and fragments filled the air.
Silence followed.
Sachan let out a quiet laugh.
"…Hmh."
Then it grew louder.
"Hahahahaha."
"What a fool," he muttered.
"He really thought he could order me?"
Sachan clenched his hand.
"I have the original right now.
This key is mine."
He turned sharply.
"Jazo," he said, voice cold.
"Where is the girl?"
Jazo replied calmly,
"We still have to find her."
Sachan nodded.
"Good. Then let's find her."
He suddenly looked back at Tai.
"Hey, Tai," Sachan said mockingly.
"What a surprise, huh?
Pretty good ground, isn't it?"
Tai gritted his teeth.
"You bastard… I'll beat you."
Sachan only smiled.
He stepped forward—
standing on the surface of the water.
Around them, magicians gathered from every direction.
One of them shouted,
"Hey! Where did you get that box?"
Another demanded,
"And where did Konsoon go?"
Sachan raised the box slightly.
"I killed him," he said casually.
"And now it's my victory."
He spread his arms.
"Doesn't that sound good?"
The magicians stiffened.
A harsh voice rang out,
"I'm warning you— drop that box right now."
Sachan tilted his head.
"And what if I don't?"
At that moment—
Jazo stepped closer.
"I got her," Jazo said quietly.
"But she's injured."
"We should leave."
Sachan smirked.
"Perfect. Then I'll be the one who obtains the Desire Stone."
Suddenly—
SHHK.
A blade pierced through Sachan's body.
Sachan froze.
"…What?"
Blood spilled from his mouth.
His eyes trembled.
"Jazo… why…?"
His voice shook.
"Wasn't I the one who saved you…?"
Jazo leaned closer, expression empty.
"You're wrong, Sachan."
"You didn't save anyone."
"I am Jazo."
"I serve only my lord."
Sachan whispered, disbelief flooding his face.
"…Who is your lord…?"
Blood dripped down as he forced the word out—
"…Konsoon…"
Sachan's knees weakened.
"…Impossible…"
A calm voice answered him.
"Well," Konsoon said, stepping forward,
"it can be."
Every magician gasped.
Shock rippled through the battlefield.
Konsoon adjusted his glasses.
"But honestly," he continued,
"I'm really disappointed in you, Sachan.
Konsoon smiled.
A calm, almost gentle smile.
"You don't even deserve to call yourselves magicians."
Before anyone could react—
Slash.
Sachan's hands were severed in a single, precise motion.
The box fell.
Konsoon caught it effortlessly.
Sachan screamed.
"You—!"
Konsoon didn't even look angry.
"I have decided," he said quietly,
"I will seal your soul."
He raised his sword.
"Inside my blade."
The sword glowed.
A sharp, mirror-like reflection spread across its surface.
Sachan's soul was torn from his body—
A distorted scream echoed as it was dragged into the blade, twisting, resisting—
Then silence.
The sword shone brighter.
Konsoon tilted it slightly, examining the reflection.
"…Perfect."
"I can use this power for my next steps."
He smiled.
Around him, every magician stood frozen.
Fear.
Shock.
Disbelief.
They stared at him as if he had committed something unforgivable.
Konsoon noticed.
He adjusted his glasses.
The lens caught the light—
half-reflecting, half-hiding his eyes.
"…Why are you all looking at me like that?" he asked softly.
"As if I've done something wrong."
He smiled again.
"Well… you can't see through me, people."
Harles stepped forward.
"I order you— water, bind him."
The ground beneath Konsoon rippled.
Water rose instantly, wrapping around Konsoon's sword and wrenching it from his hand.
The current twisted violently, sending the blade straight toward him.
Harles smirked.
Konsoon looked down.
"…We are literally standing in water," he said calmly.
"And you're using water manipulation on me?"
He smiled.
"Interesting."
The sword rushed at him—
—but Konsoon had already stepped aside.
The blade passed through empty air.
He turned slightly, eyes half-hidden behind his glasses.
"You took my sword," he said.
A pause.
"…But are you sure that was my sword?"
The blade suddenly stopped mid-air.
The metal softened.
Darkened.
The steel dissolved into thick liquid—
blood.
It splashed to the ground, spreading like a living thing.
Harles' expression froze.
Konsoon's real sword appeared back in his hand, untouched.
He sighed softly
"That… is not my sword at all."
Konsoon's voice was calm.
He released his grip.
The blade Harles had seized vanished, dissolving into nothingness.
Silence.
Then—
The water beneath their feet began to darken.
Thin streams of blood surfaced, threading through the water like veins, spreading outward in slow, deliberate spirals. The liquid didn't splash or ripple wildly—
it obeyed.
The water and blood mixed together, rotating around Konsoon's body, rising higher and higher, forming a vertical current.
Everyone froze.
Konsoon raised his hand slightly.
"Enough."
The vortex condensed.
From the center of the swirling blood-water mass, something emerged.
A sword.
Blackened metal, elongated and cruel in shape.
The blade gleamed dark blue under the light, its edge stained crimson as if it had never been clean.
Near the hilt, a crimson core pulsed slowly—like a living heart—embedded within the guard.
Blood dripped from the tip, sliding back into the water below as if returning home.
The sword rose upright.
Konsoon grasped the hilt effortlessly.
The moment his fingers closed around it, the surrounding blood-water collapsed back into stillness.
He lifted the blade slightly, examining it.
"Now…"
His glasses reflected the blade's glow.
"…this is the sword you were looking for."
He turned the weapon just enough for everyone to see.
"I summon the Diabolic Sword—
forged from blood, awakened through water."
A faint smile crossed his lips.
"And it listens only to me."
Konsoon looked at Halres and said calmly,
"I suppose I should show you a little of my power."
He swung his sword.
In an instant, several magicians were cut down. Blood splattered across the water. Konsoon smiled faintly.
Halres staggered back, badly injured.
Konsoon turned his gaze away from him.
"Where is Gaela?" he asked. "That girl."
Victor stepped forward and bowed.
"Here, my lord."
Gaela was forced forward. Konsoon approached her, his presence crushing. He lifted her by the collar using just two fingers, forcing her to kneel.
"I will take your life," Konsoon said coldly.
"You will open the box… and I will obtain my key."
A circular red magic seal appeared in the palm of his hand, glowing ominously. He placed his hand on Gaela's head.
"Oh, Earth," Konsoon whispered,
"I summon you."
The box trembled—then burst open.
The key floated into the air, glowing brightly, before landing gently in Konsoon's hand.
He smiled.
Konsoon looked around slowly.
"So many people…"
He exhaled softly.
"It seems escaping would be wiser. At least it will give the magicians some time."
The moment those words left his mouth—
They attacked.
Spells erupted from every direction.
Blades of mana, flames, seals, lightning—
all aimed at one man.
A barrier formed instantly.
Every spell shattered against it.
Konsoon smiled.
"…How cowardly."
"Attacking all at once."
The air changed.
"Very well," he said calmly.
"Here I go."
Blood.
The ground trembled.
From behind him—
from the air—
from the water—
Blood fountains erupted, bursting backward and upward, tearing through ranks of magicians. Screams echoed as bodies were thrown aside, spells collapsing mid-cast. Panic spread instantly.
"R–RUN—!"
Too late.
Red waves splashed across the battlefield as Konsoon walked forward, untouched.
He lifted his glasses with two fingers, holding them exactly like that—
blood reflecting in the lenses.
Magicians fled in every direction.
Konsoon's smile didn't change.
"This," he said softly,
"is what happens when you mistake numbers for strength."
Konsoon sighed lightly.
"…Cowards," he said, almost bored.
"Anyway— I'll be leaving now."
He turned.
A voice stopped him.
"Where do you think you're going so easily… child?"
Lü Dongbin stood still, straw hat tilted, eyes sharp.
Before Konsoon could even reply—
CLANG.
Steel met steel.
A figure dropped between them.
Fuko.
His sword locked against Lü Dongbin's in a single clean strike, sparks cutting through the air.
Fuko smiled.
"Well, well…
You'll have to finish me first, you know."
Lü Dongbin's eyes narrowed.
"After killing your lord?"
Fuko laughed softly.
"My lord doesn't die that easily."
Chains snapped open.
Metal screamed as they shot forward, wrapping around Lü Dongbin's path, tearing into the ground and pillars.
"You two can try," Fuko said calmly, chains tightening, sword steady,
"but you won't even touch our lord."
Behind him—
Konsoon didn't turn back.
A faint smile formed.
The smoke thinned.
Broken ground. Silence.
Tai and Jung walked slowly, still feeling the pressure Konsoon left behind.
Ahead of them stood a green-haired boy, calm, unmoving.
Jung stopped.
"…Wait a second," he said quietly.
"Could it be him?"
Tai frowned.
"What are you saying?"
"That onmyōji's brother," Jung continued.
"Shotaru…?"
Tai looked again, uneasy.
"No way. He doesn't feel like that kind of person."
Before anyone could move—
"Hey," a voice called out.
"Are you guys okay?"
Kacey rushed toward them, slightly breathless.
"We're fine," Tai replied.
"But what happened here would shock you."
Kacey tilted her head.
"…What?"
"That guy," Jung said.
"Kon— he's alive."
Kacey froze.
She didn't answer.
Her eyes unfocused.
A message appeared.
Her avatar flickered.
Cut — Digital Overlay / Avatar Space
The figure materialized.
A boy standing straight, hands relaxed at his sides.
He wore a long, pale coat, buttoned all the way down — clean, almost ceremonial.
Dark trousers. Black shoes.
No ornament. No weapon.
His hair was cut perfectly even, bowl-shaped, shadowing his face.
Round glasses reflected white light, hiding his eyes completely.
When he spoke, his mouth barely moved.
"…So he has begun moving again."
Kacey whispered, shocked.
"Remji…"
Remji smiled.
Tai narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Remji didn't answer.
In the next moment, he vanished.
Jung stepped forward.
"Hey—where are you going?!"
A sharp sound echoed.
Remji reappeared midair, drawing his sword in one swift motion and striking at Medb. Medb barely managed to leap back, avoiding a fatal blow.
Behind them—
Konsoon calmly cleaned his glasses, watching everything unfold.
"…Interesting," he said with a faint smile.
"But it seems we finally obtained what I wanted."
The lenses in his glasses suddenly melted, turning into a flowing liquid. The liquid condensed, reshaping itself into a small cubic box in his hand.
"I already have what I need," Konsoon continued. "So I'll be taking my leave."
He gently tossed the cube into the air.
The box shot forward at high speed, skimming across the water. The surface began to shake violently.
Konsoon spoke calmly, almost casually:
"Since breaking the barrier of the Castle Academy is troublesome… I brought this instead."
The cube struck the upper barrier.
A hole tore open in the barrier, energy rippling outward.
Konsoon smiled.
"For now, we move on."
He turned slightly.
"Victor. Hazo. Return to your lord, Remji."
Without hesitation, Hazo and Victor stepped back. A column of light engulfed them as they vanished.
At that moment—
Hiroshi arrived.
Jung and Tai froze.
"What's going on…?"
Before anyone could act—
Konsoon looked back one last time.
"Soon," he said calmly.
"Very soon… we'll meet again."
Light swallowed him.
Konsoon and his servants vanished completely.
Silence followed.
Jung (shocked, pointing): "H-Hiroshi Nakamura… "he Blade of Rupture" here ? Is he really that powerful…?"
Hotaro (calm, serious): "His name is Konsoon Sanguinaris."
Jung (eyes wide, disbelief): "W-What?! The Blood Empire… all this time?!"
Tai (confused, tense): "Who… is he?"
Jung (grim, explaining): "He's the greatest… the most notorious evil magician of all time. He's done countless atrocities… even by age fifteen, he earned the title 'Blood of the Mist'. I've heard he slaughtered thousands across Wizard Land. One wizard my father knew… said he died by his hands."
Tai (stunned): "Damn… I never imagined he was this powerful."
Jung (realization dawning): "Damn… I didn't even notice it was him all this time… that's why they call him gifted magican
Tai (clenching his fist, conflicted):
"So… what did I do? I saved someone who turned out to be evil?"
Hotaro (calm, turning his back):
"It doesn't matter anymore."
(Hotaro steps forward, wind stirring around him.)
Hotaro:
"I'm here to finish him. Since he's not here… I'll be going."
Jung (shocked):
"Wait—!"
(Before Jung can finish, Hotaro vanishes. The air falls silent.)
Tai (clenching his fist, conflicted):
"So… what did I do? I saved someone who turned out to be evil?"
Hotaro (calm, turning his back):
"It doesn't matter anymore."
(Hotaro steps forward, wind stirring around him.)
Hotaro:
"I'm here to finish him. Since he's not here… I'll be going."
Jung (shocked):
"Wait—!"
(Before Jung can finish, Hotaro vanishes. The air falls silent.)
Hiroshi (adjusting his glasses, calm but tense):
"Who are these two?"
A nearby magician steps forward.
Magician:
"They were with Konsoon the whole time."
Tai (immediately, frustrated):
"I don't even know who he really is!"
Hiroshi looks at Tai and Jung carefully. Silence for a moment.
Hiroshi:
"…They didn't do anything."
The surrounding magicians hesitate.
Hiroshi (firm):
"I know Konsoon. I know who he is. I know what he did—to me."
His expression darkens slightly.
Hiroshi:
"These children are innocent."
He turns away, voice lower.
Hiroshi:
"He was my rival once."
Hiroshi:
"Then who are you two?"
Jung stepped forward.
Jung:
"My name is Jung Wong."
Tai clenched his fist slightly, eyes firm.
Tai:
"I'm Tai Yang. I want to become the strongest magician."
Hiroshi studied them for a moment, then nodded.
Hiroshi:
"I see."
Tai hesitated, then spoke again.
Tai:
"Hey… since you know Konsoon, right?
Do you know what this Blue Dragon is?"
Hiroshi's expression shifted.
Hiroshi:
"Blue Dragon?"
Tai swallowed.
Tai:
"He called it… Azure."
For the first time, Hiroshi's eyes widened slightly.
Hiroshi:
"Azure…
Yes. He is an ancient dragon."
Jung's face turned pale.
Jung:what who is that
Hiroshi :it's one of the dragons sealed by the Hongwu Emperor
Don't tell me… it's inside him?"
Tai looked down at his own hands.
Tai:
"I don't know.
He said it himself…
That I am a dragon."
Silence fell between them.
Jung said quietly, "I'll be leaving now. This Magic Castle Tournament meant nothing in the end."
Tai looked at him, surprised. "Where will you go?"
"Back to my village," Jung replied. "I need to become stronger… strong enough to kill that bastard, Konsoon."
Tai frowned. "You shouldn't do that alone. If you keep walking this path by yourself, you'll destroy yourself too. Why don't we form a team?"
Jung paused. "A team?"
He looked at Tai. "And who would lead it?"
Tai smiled slightly. "You."
Jung scoffed. "Seriously? I didn't come here for something like that. I only came for this tournament. My job here is done."
Hiroshi stepped forward. "Then how about both of you join the Kisidian Order?"
Jung shook his head immediately. "No thanks. I'll do this my own way."
Tai nodded. "Alright. I'll join then."
He turned to Hiroshi. "By the way… what exactly is this group about?"
Inside his hidden base, Konsoon watched everything unfold.
He smiled faintly. "Interesting… very interesting."
Scene shifts
Hiroshi looked at Jung. "So, you've made your decision?"
Jung replied coldly, "I don't care."
Tai turned to Hiroshi, frustrated. "Why would you just let him go?"
Hiroshi smiled calmly. "He'll come back. Don't worry."
Without another word, Jung walked away, choosing his own path.
Hiroshi then turned around. "By the way… what brings you here, Master Lü Dongbin… and Master Medb?"
Lü Dongbin answered while calmly adjusting his straw hat,
"I sensed an immense surge of mana."
Hiroshi nodded. "I see."
Lü Dongbin continued, "This man, Konsoon… he is very well known. But I'll say this—he hasn't changed. Against people like us, he chose to escape."
Hiroshi narrowed his eyes. "Everything he did today was for that key."
Hiroshi turned around. "Anyway… I'm leaving."
He started walking.
Then Hiroshi looked back. "Are you coming with me, Tai?"
Tai nodded. "Yeah. Hey—by the way… where even is this place?"
"Very far," Hiroshi replied. "But we'll teleport ourselves."
Tai suddenly froze. "Wait… am I forgetting something?"
He gasped. "Yeah—Lan! Funny face and confused
His face turned serious "Where is she?"
A voice answered from behind. "Are you looking for her?"
Tai turned around.
Lan came running. "Big brother!"
Tai knelt down and hugged her tightly. "I missed you, Lan."
Kamoji coughed loudly.
Hiroshi turned to him. "Are you alright, Master Kamoji?"
Kamoji waved his hand. "Nothing… just someone gave me sleeping pills. I remember—it was that new guy."
Tai clenched his fist. "It was Sachan. He made a clone of you."
Halres spoke from the side. "Yeah… but he's dead now."