The remnants of shattered realities hung like fragile glass around Kyuroto Mitsuyo and Mathro. The explosions of paradoxical energy from previous strikes had warped existence itself, yet Kyuroto's calm remained absolute. His katana gleamed beyond hyperdimensional light, reflecting every possible future in a single, perfect edge.
Mathro, wielding authority that transcended all omnipotence, flexed his dagger, dimensions bending under its presence. He had unleashed his full form, yet something within him hesitated. Kyuroto did not mock. Kyuroto did not gloat. He simply existed as the inevitable force the universe itself had been threading into being.
"This ends here," Kyuroto said, his voice carrying no anger, no malice — only resolution.
He raised his katana, and shadows beyond measure flowed into him, merging with his body and consciousness. Every clone, every thread, every possibility converged into a single axis of reality: the final strike, the ultimate thread of destiny.
Kyuroto's Auxiliary Technique: The Final Thread activated. Probability, causality, and paradox bent around him. Every conceivable strike, dodge, or counter from Mathro was already accounted for — a lattice of inevitability stretching across infinite timelines.
The first motion of the katana sliced through multiple dimensions simultaneously. Shadow clones mirrored the movement, creating infinite echoes of attack that struck Mathro from all directions, each strike perfectly timed and mathematically unavoidable.
Mathro responded, authority flaring in waves that could erase universes. Each dagger strike collided with shadow-clone projections, every blow absorbed or deflected with surgical precision. The battle raged across realms, yet Kyuroto's expression never wavered.
"Even beyond omnipotence… there is order," Kyuroto whispered, eyes calm yet burning with decisive clarity. His martial arts, katana strikes, and outerversal threads intertwined, each movement a sentence in the language of existence itself.
Reality warped violently under their confrontation, yet every distortion funneled into Kyuroto's control. He guided the battle like a composer, every paradoxical loop and probability thread harmonized into a single crescendo of inevitability.
Then, in a motion both elegant and devastating, Kyuroto spun his katana across the axis of infinity. The final strike, the Final Thread, extended beyond non-dimensions, beyond hyperdimensions, beyond the conceptual limits of existence. It did not merely strike Mathro — it unraveled the possibility of resistance itself, threading through authority, omnipotence, and transcendence.
Mathro staggered, caught in the impossibility of a universe orchestrated perfectly against him. Even his dagger, his ultimate authority, could not breach the precision of Kyuroto's Final Thread.
Time, space, probability, and causality converged on a singular truth: Kyuroto Mitsuyo would define the conclusion of this battle.
The battlefield fell silent for a moment, not in peace, but in the inevitability of the approaching end. All multiverses, all realities, all shadowed threads pointed to one final motion — the clash that would resolve infinity itself in Chapter 50.
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