The sisters of chaos

Silent Ocean Guild

Ryomen walked through the town, his steps steady yet unhurried. The streets were quiet, but the familiar scent of the sea lingered in the air. Soon, he reached his destination—the Silent Ocean Guild.

As he stepped inside, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, his gaze sweeping across the grand hall.

"Well, I'll be damned…" he murmured, taking in the structure that had once been nothing more than a dream. "Rose really did it. She actually built the guild she always wanted… How beautiful."

A voice cut through the silence, echoing from the staircase above.

"Hmph. What is the Shattered Carnage doing here?"

Descending the steps, Rose met his gaze, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. As she approached, her boots clicked against the wooden floor—a detail that would have gone unnoticed if not for the faint bloodstains marring the leather.

Ryomen noticed.

He tilted his head slightly but didn't press the matter. Instead, he exhaled softly.

"I was curious about your sister," he stated plainly. "You must know where she is by now." His voice remained calm, but there was an edge to it. "My old man and my wife were attacked. I had a feeling you'd be involved in this mess too."

Rose let out a low chuckle, shaking her head dismissively.

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" she mused. "Yeah… I had to deal with an assassin as well. But in doing so, I got some information on my sister's whereabouts." Her expression darkened slightly. "Though I have to ask—why do you care?"

Ryomen turned toward the exit, chuckling under his breath.

"The fact that you haven't asked me what happened to the rest of the assassins makes me wonder…" He cast a glance over his shoulder. "You already knew the extent of my family's capabilities, didn't you?"

Rose said nothing.

"And to answer your question," he continued, stepping through the doorway, "I need to find her so she can teach my son the Blood Technique. After all, you and your sister are the Sisters of Chaos…"

A smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

"Now imagine that… mixed with Carnage."

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Carnage Estate

The soft rustling of fabric filled the dimly lit hallway as Dazai stepped out of his bedroom, draped in elegant robes. The cool air brushed against his skin, but his mind was still adjusting to the lingering haze of unconsciousness.

Across the room, Akatsuki leaned against the window frame, arms crossed in an almost casual manner. But the moment his gaze landed on Dazai, his expression stiffened.

"…Dude." His voice was laced with disbelief. "Your eyes."

Dazai arched a brow. "What about them?"

"They're crimson now." Akatsuki pushed off the window, stepping closer. "What the hell did that core do to you?"

Dazai exhaled, rubbing his temples. "I was unconscious. How the hell should I know?"

Akatsuki let out a tired sigh before launching into a summary of the past events. As he spoke, Dazai listened intently, nodding at intervals, though his expression shifted between mild amusement and irritation.

"So let me get this straight…" Dazai finally spoke, running a hand through his hair. "I was knocked out because I was in a state of instability. While I was out, you handled the offensive, and the girls were on defense in case you failed spectacularly." His tone was dry. "Then, my old man shows up at the last second to bail your ass out when another assassin appeared out of nowhere."

Akatsuki sighed. "Yep."

"And now you're telling me that Ryuko, my grandfather in this world, is actually **Bruce—**my father from our old world?"

Akatsuki's expression twisted into something between exhaustion and frustration.

"Yep."

Dazai blinked, absorbing the revelation before sighing. "Wow."

Akatsuki scoffed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah… seems like life keeps giving you more than one foreign income, huh?"

Dazai shot him a look. "Let the businessman handle the economic metaphors, will you?"

A muscle twitched in Akatsuki's jaw. Without another word, he turned his head and spat on the ground, muttering under his breath—

"Smartass."