Back in Goku's own world, the beauties surged forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Tsukiumi and the others were practically glowing—wolves' eyes, hungry and bright. Through Bulma's live relay they had watched every moment of what had just happened, crystal-clear. Shock and exhilaration churned in their hearts—too much to put into words.
So they simply held him tighter, letting those feelings overflow in silence.
Two days of peace drifted by. Then Goku took Miya and the others out of his world and returned them to theirs—though all of them knew the truth now. This "Sekirei world" already belonged to their Ashikabi.
A secret they would keep to themselves.
They were happy—truly happy. With an Ashikabi whose power defied reason, the tragic fate of Sekirei had been rewritten. They would never have to fear being torn from the one they loved.
Standing before the ruins where Izumo Inn once stood, Miya glanced at Goku with a soft smile.
"We'll still be living here for a while. Looks like we'll need a roof over our heads."
"Don't even think about me restoring Izumo Inn," Goku said, clicking his tongue.
"You really can hold a grudge," Miya sighed, then smiled. "You're my only Ashikabi now. Fine—if you don't like Izumo Inn, then just conjure something else. We can't exactly sleep on the street."
"That I can do."
Goku flicked his wrist. In an instant, a sprawling mansion rose into view, elegant and grand.
"Wow! It's gorgeous—let's see inside!"
Tsukiumi and the others, dazzled, rushed in at once.
Across the city, other Ashikabi and Sekirei were already clashing fiercely, stirred by Minaka's latest broadcast.
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Izumo Inn was gone; in its place, a luxury villa so refined that passersby took it for granted, as if it had always stood there.
After dinner, night had fallen. Miya sat alone on the balcony, gazing at the bright sea of lights that was New East Teito.
"Miya, something on your mind?"
Goku wandered out in nothing but shorts, hair still damp from the bath, muscles firm but not overdone—the sort of sight that would make any lovestruck girl's heart skip.
"Goku… is this stupid 'game'—forcing 108 Sekirei to fight each other—supposed to be fun?"
Miya's eyes lifted to his, clear and serious.
"You called it stupid yourself. If I disagreed, I'd only be slapping my own face."
Goku grinned and squeezed himself onto her chair, nudging her hip. "Scoot."
"There are plenty of chairs. Why sit on mine?"
Miya shot him a look, cheeks warming as their bodies pressed together.
"You know why," he murmured.
Another eye-roll. For a so-called god, he had remarkably little dignity.
"Goku… do me a favor?"
"Anything," he said simply.
Her fingers trembled—just a little. In that calm answer she heard how much he cared. A gentle smile touched her lips.
"End it. End that idiotic battle between Sekirei."
"End the game? Heh. That's no problem. The reins of this 'game' were never meant for a mere mortal to hold."
"Don't tell me you plan to run some game of your own."
Concern creased Miya's brow. If Goku decided on something, no one could stop him.
"Heh… of course I do. But mine is a shy, private sort of game…"
He laughed, pulled her into his arms, and stole a kiss—hands wandering on her boobs.
"Unforgivable! To pilfer snacks in public—Heaven's judgment!"
Tsukiumi swept out in a silken Yukata, caught sight of the embrace, and flared. A gesture—
WHOOOSH—and a waterfall smacked down over them. With a crack, the poor chair finally gave up and splintered.
"You little brat, always breaking things. Tonight you're getting house discipline."
Goku howled, flashed forward, snatched away her sash, and pounced under the moonlight. The night filled with scenes better left to blushes than words.
Dawn crept up, the sun lifting over the city.
Miya watched the tallest tower at the capital's heart, a smile hard to read on her face.
"I've always wanted to end this ridiculous Sekirei Plan, but for all kinds of reasons, I never dared act. Today… we finally do."
"Oh—right. This is for you, Goku."
Matsu handed him a cloth-wrapped object.
"What's this?" Goku asked, curious as he unwrapped it.
"One of the two 'Divine Artifacts'. MBI hunted me for this—that's why I was wanted," Matsu said, a bit sheepish. She'd… borrowed it.
"I thought it was destroyed when Izumo Inn went down," Miya said, surprised.
"Important things deserve careful hiding," Matsu giggled.
"'Divine artifact,' huh? It's a fake. Looks like Minaka conned you hard."
Goku's smile was thin. He pinched—
crack—and the so-called artifact crumbled to powder.
"F-fake?"
Matsu stared at the fragments, stunned, then exploded. "That damned president lied to me?! All that fear—what was it for? Unforgivable!"
"Poor thing…" the others murmured, sympathy in their eyes.
"Don't worry. I'll grab him—and hang him up for a proper beating."
"Let's go."
Goku vanished forward toward MBI HQ in the city's center. The women followed in a sweep of petals and light.
They hadn't gone far before squads of Ashikabi and Sekirei blocked the streets. It didn't matter. Karasuba moved once—
and enemies fell in an instant. Already terrifying on her own, winged by Goku she was overwhelming; ordinary Sekirei couldn't last a heartbeat.
The air filled with rotor and turbine thunder. Fighter jets crawled across the sky; in the distance, tanks rumbled down the avenues; squads of armed soldiers flooded every block.
"Minaka was ready for us… Goku, what's the plan?"
Matsu pushed her glasses up, frowning at the sudden show of force.
"Planes, tanks, cannons, machine guns… All that scrap metal against us? Laughable."
Goku didn't even slow.
"Halt! One more step and we'll open fire!"
Loudspeakers barked. A forest of barrels swung to target Goku's group. The posture was all steel and swagger.
"Ignorance is a sin."
Goku's eyes cooled. "This world… doesn't need you."
The words had barely fallen when the impossible happened: the "mighty army" simply ceased to exist. Not a sound, not a trace. Tanks, guns, missiles, jets—gone, erased from reality.
In a blink, the road ahead was empty.
"H–How… how is that possible…"
On a distant rooftop, Minaka's confident mask shattered. His phone slipped from his hand, and he didn't even notice. Cold dread crawled into his heart.
"So that can happen too… Just what are you…?"
Minaka stooped, retrieved his phone, and smoothed his face back to calm.
"You really are something unexpected. Your appearance ruined all my plans. Ordinary force truly can't touch you, can it?"
He sighed. "I didn't want to use that. But given your posture… if I want to live, there's no choice. Ah well—why do I feel like the villain all of a sudden?"
He lifted his gaze to the sky. Clouds parted as if obeying a command. High above, a massive floating island emerged, anchored by a pair of enormous Sekirei wings—as though the entire landmass was borne up by them.
"Hehe… Kouten—the sky-island only the Sekirei Queen can control. Like that fake 'artifact,' it holds the power of life and death over humans. The trouble is, the current Queen is on his side…"
He chuckled. "No matter. Even one shot will be enough. Don't blame me—you lot were going to erase me. I'd rather not die."
"Look—Kouten!"
Matsu pointed upward, startled.
"Is Minaka trying to borrow Kouten's power to fight us?"
Kazehana's face tightened.
"Kouten…"
Asama Miya looked up at the island, her eyes complicated. As the current Sekirei Queen, she held command over it—and with that sight, long-sealed memories surged back like the tide.
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