Susanoo-no-Mikoto.
In the myths of Fusang, he was the storm god who slew the eight-headed serpent and drew the Heavenly Cloud Sword from its tail. One of Takamagahara's three noble children, he was the younger brother of the great goddess Amaterasu.
His gaze fell on Yongye. Arrogance shone in his deep-blue eyes, as though he were a divine statue looking down on an ant.
The air in the living room grew heavier and more stagnant the instant that gaze landed. Yongye's Clear Sword Heart surged to its limit on its own, revealing every current of energy within Susanoo-no-Mikoto's body.
Bottomless.
The energy roiling inside that divine body was like a deep sea compressed into a tiny space. Its surface was calm, but beneath it lurked violent thunder powerful enough to wipe the entire island of Manhattan off the map.
Stronger than Zod. Stronger than Doomsday. A planetary-level being, at the very least.
Yongye's expression did not change. He kept his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at Susanoo-no-Mikoto's chiseled face. A faint smile even touched his lips.
"And who are you, barging in like that?"
Susanoo-no-Mikoto did not answer at once.
He took a step forward.
His foot came down on the wooden floor, and the whole room shuddered. It was not a physical tremor, but a shiver through space itself, like a drumhead yanked taut and made to ripple outward from the point of impact.
"Yongye."
His voice was deep and fierce. Every word bore crushing pressure, like muffled thunder rolling down from the depths of the clouds.
"I am Susanoo-no-Mikoto, storm god and one of Takamagahara's three noble children."
He paused. The thunder churning in his deep-blue eyes grew fiercer, denser, and more blinding.
"I have come for three things."
Yongye leaned against the doorframe, pulled