Something out of this world cut the night.
A hand, like a blade, cut the very fabric of the world.
It created a tear in the Layer of Rules they all followed.
World's logic was shattered, just for a moment.
And by who?
Kaguya.
With shining eyes of pure white, she stood there, tall and proud, having cut the air above the boy.
And from that cut... flowed something.
A cloth.
Pale and blue.
Beautiful.
"Forgiveth me, milord. I hath answered thine predicament in a tarry manner, unbefitting of mine self."
The AI spoke in an archaic manner that was far cry of it's usual brazen nature. These words, this tone, was full of respect, reverence and elegance. Like a princess or a noble of a kingdom of some place far away.
"Prithee, thou mayeth express thine distaste for mine self later. 'Tis a conundum that requirereth thine attention promptly, however."
She knelt besides the boy.
"Thusly, don thine noble regalia. It art thine only option."
And thus the cloth fell further.
They danced.
Ofuda and elegant feathers.
A swirling dance to signal the changing of fates. The changing of nature. The changing of rules.
A sign most high.
A beautiful cloak, or perhaps a kimono, perhaps a yukata... it slipped through the cracks of world's authority.
The boy, as if in a trance, picked himself up from the ground.
And knelt. Bowing his head. As if waiting.
And with furl of Kaguya's hand, the cloth was set upon his shoulders.
Akin to a mantle.
A regalia.
A truth.
"Mine self welcomes thee, milord. Thine awakening hath been long awaited. 'Tis a joyous occasion to be sure. However..."
The maiden of ceremonies narrowed her eyes at the nightmare.
"There seemeth to be an unwanted guest in thine presence. Thou should dealt with it thusly, lest it stains this momentous lunar light."
With those words, the young man rose from his kneeling position. There was no more hesitation in him. No more fear. No more hatred. No more questions.
It was as if the weight of the world, and of himself, had been lifted from his shoulders.
No, more than that...
As he rose up to his feet... the moon rose as well.
Not the sickly green moon of this nightmare land.
But the true moon, pale and beautiful.
And with it...
"Om abogya beiroshanō, makabodara mani handoma, jinbara harabari tayaun."
Came the change.
The young man stood tall, the cloth of lunar authority on his shoulders.
His right hand was held upright, and the palm is facing outwards -
Gesture of Fearlessness
Abhayamudra
.
His left hand was held out, with palm uppermost and the fingers pointing downwards -
Gesture of Boons.
Varadamudra
.
His mouth spoke the words.
"Namu Amida Butsu."
And on his face was... an expression most different.
Utter serenity.
Absolute tranquility.
No earthly concerns touched it.
No earthly thoughts touched it.
No earthly fears touched it.
And thus, the maiden next to him called out the true name of this separation.
Cut Away All Vexation
"Ten'nyo no Hagoromo."
He took a step forward.
Like a void of everything, moving forth.
And with him, the moon moved.
A Robe of Lunar Authority.
With him, Another World encroach upon this one.
And the one who wore it...
"........................."
Had been completely separated from all Concepts of Earthly Origins.
"..........!"
Without any warning, he surged forth.
Two hands, moving along the dragon paths, struck towards the hand holding Mochizuki Noriko - to free her and destroy the appendage.
And on the face of the attacker...
Utter.
Absolute.
Terrifying.
Peace.
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