Kyuroto Mitsuyo stood in the void before all existence, a place where time, space, and even probability were meaningless. His eyes shimmered with threads of infinity, the katana in his hand glowing with all realities, all possibilities, and all non-existent concepts at once.
"This ends now," he whispered. His voice carried not just across space, but through the pre-existence silence, into the intervals between stories, into the very heartbeat of creation itself.
The killer of his parents emerged, a shadow born from forgotten realities, a being untouchable by ordinary omnipotence, beyond transcendence, beyond nothingness itself. It smirked, certain that no force within any reality could reach it.
But Kyuroto was already beyond that certainty. He moved effortlessly through conceptual layers that did not exist, bending death, nothingness, and even the concept of 'concept' to his will.
Every step he took caused fractures in the pre-creation void, threads of probability forming a lattice that trapped the killer in an inescapable paradox. Not a cage of matter, but a cage of truth, inevitability, and unbroken causality.
"You thought you could escape the Whisper of Infinity," Kyuroto said softly, yet every word reverberated across all potential and impossible realities. "But I am the silence before beginnings, the shadow behind all probability. I am the certainty that even concepts obey."
The killer lunged, a strike meant to erase Kyuroto from all frameworks, but Kyuroto's katana cut through existence itself, severing not flesh, but the very notion of being and non-being, the conceptual essence of the attack.
Reality screamed. Existence trembled. Yet Kyuroto stood unharmed, threads of infinity flowing from his fingertips, weaving the killer's fate into an unbreakable pattern.
"You are finished," he said. The threads pulled the killer into a singularity of all possibilities, a convergence where every action it had ever taken, every shadow it had hidden in, was laid bare.
Time did not exist here. Space did not exist. Yet Kyuroto moved, striking with all the precision of 1% of his 1,000,000% power, which was already beyond omnipotence, beyond frameworks, beyond fiction itself.
The killer's form shattered into fragments of unrealized possibilities, forgotten timelines, and erased concepts, leaving only a whisper of what once was.
Kyuroto lowered his katana. The void was calm again, yet it vibrated with the certainty of his victory. He had found the truth, had confronted the impossible, and had ensured justice beyond the reach of death, nothingness, and concept itself.
Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but carrying the weight of infinity:
"I am the Whisper of Infinity… and now, the threads of justice are complete."
The volume ended with Kyuroto standing in the void, alone yet unshakable, a being beyond all understanding, while the shadow of his grandfather subtly hummed through the fabric of reality, a reminder that even greater challenges and truths lay ahead.
Volume 6 concluded. Kyuroto Mitsuyo had avenged his parents, revealed the infinite depth of his power, and set the stage for even grander, outerversal confrontations in the next saga.