The Alternative/Overwatch
Sacred Water Baths (Part I)

(Viewing angle: Tatsumaki Miyuki)

We decided to go to our hideout. Since the kingdom of Panthera has not existed, we have been here and we are the founders. We who teach how to manage Oorvloed stones, established a constitutional monarchy system of government, even how to grow crops. We even almost wanted to be an object of worship but we rejected it.

We asked the first Panthera king to keep our whereabouts a secret and write a false history where neither of us was there. Oh, why can we live that long? We don't know it ourselves either.

But we have 2 theories :

Because the flow of time in this parallel world is different from the world we came from. It could be that the law of time relativity has a different way of working so that we are not consumed by time and age.

Because I have a kind of khodam in the form of the demon Ifrit and for Hisao because of the effects of the replacement of organs performed by Gen's father. So that it also affects the slow pace of our age and body condition.

We arrived at a giant tree that had very large but hollow roots. We approached him and entered into the root cavities. Hisao helped me to get down because I had enough trouble getting down while carrying our son.

Yup, this is one of our hideouts in Panthera. Inside there are 2 mats made of woven roots and leaves, 1 small cabinet made of wood, and one fire stove for cooking. We put the cooking stove in a new room that we dug so that it does not cause a fire. The ceiling height was only about 1.8 meters so we had to be careful of our heads.

I took off my coat and laid Gen on my mattress. I stroked her hair that had been long and uncut for many years.

"How did this happen?" Tanya Hisao held and rubbed Gen's left hand.

"Maybe one of the causes is this" I raised Gen's right hand which was cut to just inches below her elbow.

"Great bleeding. It resulted in Hypovolemic Shock.His heart was unable to drain blood throughout the body due to loss of more than 15% of blood volume or fluid." I said holding Gen's head on my thighs.

"Panthera may have managed to stop the bleeding and supply his blood so that it can survive but not mentally. The gene must have experienced something else that triggered a decline in consciousness into the coma stage." Hisao watched the outer area through the cracks of the roots.

"How about we patch up his soul. Who knew it worked?" I try to suggest. Hisao quickly looked at me with a gaze as if he did not want to do so.

"You know what happens when we try to patch something that could trigger a vacuum decay on the multiverse scale?" Hisao asked with a suspicious voice.

"You said something like that to our son?!" My brother for not feeling it. But fighting is not the solution at the moment.

"This may be the desire of a selfish mother who risks all reality to one child. But at least we tried. Why have we been looking for him for the last thousand years?" My speech.

Hisao then scooped his face and exhaled his heavy breath.

"You're crying I'm not gonna help you." Hisao said fiercely. I wiped my tears and then nodded.

"Who will go in to see his soul?" My toot.

"We. Simultaneously." Answer Hisao. I also nodded. I formed a blood red and shining magic circle that surrounded us using the power of Ifrit. I also held hands with Hisao. I touched Gen's head using my other hand.

"Ready?" My toot. Hisao was already speechless and could only answer by nodding. The spell ringworm used Akkadian language then we felt nausea and our bodies were sucked into a portal that formed at the head of Gen.

The sensation reminded me of how we were able to target this parallel world. Nausea, dizziness, full stomach, and it was very difficult to move as if time was freezing between us. A sickening sensation. We felt like we were falling into a very dark bottomless canyon.

"The soul of this child is so dark." My word.

"Well how not? first he was born carrying the axis of the apocalypse, second who is his father... " I can only smile at the fact raised by Hisao.

Soon I saw a puddle of reddish-black mud flaming just below us. I used my fire power to smooth our landing so that no landing crashes occurred. This sea of Mud was very wide even as wide as the eye could see. There is no end.

The only natural lighting here is from this mud light. This mud also soaked us to our knees.

"Ih!... " Tell Hisao with disdain.

"So this is the content in the soul of Gen. Kenji really instilled something really terrible into our son." I looked up at the very dark sky.

"I don't think there are humans who dare to come here to see hell." Speak to someone with a voice that resonates. We are ready to fight.

"Behind you guys." Tell that voice. We also looked slowly. All I saw was a blood red-haired man with a jagger mohawk cut, had pointed ears, used silver earrings, his face was covered in the same tattoo as Gen but his facial posture was not like Gen's, her pupils were very beautiful in red, wearing black yukata clothes that seemed to be too small for her because her hands did not fit inside so it looked full, wearing a dark blue haori, wearing a gray Obi (yukata belt) with a cherry blossom motif, the man also wears a white scarf that has been torn and dull. And for footwear is to use white tabi which is already famous for blood spots and waraji. The man sat in a small temple. I wonder where he came from when before when we came the man with this temple did not exist. Did it come out of this mud?

We are very vigilant because the aura of this person is very powerful and terrifying.

"Hoo.a woman container ifrit and another one a woman user of organs from the nation Invest. Unique and interesting combination. I can't believe my son was incarnated from the womb of both of you. Well it should be." Even for the first time to see the man instantly knew.

"Your information is complete. Did you see this kid of ours?" Ask Hisao.

"This black muddy is recording everything so I can watch it. Look." Look." Suddenly the mud beneath us rippled and caused events before we moved into this parallel world. I thought it was an illusion, but after seeing it happen very much the same as what I experienced I became a believer.

"You also seem to really understand how this place works. I have 2 questions. Whoareyou? and where's our son?" I asked still alert.

The man also stood up. His haori slipped off his shoulders, his Yukata also opened. The reason why his yukata looked small was not because of his body but because of the number of hands hidden behind his yukata which were 4 arms. His body was covered in battle scars and tattoos.

"A 4-armed man wearing Japanese clothes. You don't-don't.... " Say me stammering.

"Rijomen Sukuna...." Continue me.

(original caricature of Ryomen Sukuna.)