Ninigi-no-Mikoto to the ground, unable to accept this reality.
He was a high-ranking immortal, and his grandmother was the sun goddess who ruled Takamagahara.
But now a god himself is telling him that all of this will eventually be destroyed, that the supreme god will cease to exist, and that he will perish along with Takamagahara. How can she possibly accept this?
With a hoarse voice, Ninigi-no-Mikoto looked up at Kukurihime-no-Kami. He dared not doubt Kukurihime-no-Kami's prophecy, but hoped that she would give a different answer.
"Lady Kukurihime, all of this can be changed, right?"
Since you can make prophecies, then you can certainly change them, right?
Kukurihime-no-Kami slightly and remained silent. Amaterasu, however, spoke solemnly from her Amaterasu.
"It's unfortunate, my child. In fact, we've predicted this more than once. Every time we make a choice, Kukurihime makes predictions about the future."
But each time, the result was the same: Takamagahara would ultimately be destroyed by that woman.
A sense of despair enveloped Ninigi-no-Mikoto's entire body.
Kukurihime is the goddess of divination and prophecy. Every prophecy she has ever made has been accurate.
Since it was her prophecy, Ninigi-no-Mikoto no choice but to believe it, no matter how unwilling she was.
But he couldn't help asking one more question.
"Could you make one more prediction, Lady Kukurihime? Just one last time."
Kukurihime gently shook her head.
I'm sorry, Ninigi-no-Mikoto, I have lost the ability to make prophecies.
Ninigi-no-Mikoto raised his head, his voice no longer as shrill as before. He seemed to have been drained of something, with only a trace of resentment remaining. "Lady Kukurihime, why? You are the Goddess of Prophecy, how could you lose your ability to foresee the future?"
Kukurihime looked at him, and after a long while, she finally spoke, "Prophecy, in the end, is just something you see."
What are you looking at?
"Look at the river," she said. "Destiny is a very, very long river. The water flows from its source, and where each drop goes, where it turns, and where it hits a rock—it's all predetermined. Those of us who can foresee the future are simply those who see the river's shape sooner than others."
She raised her hand and gently drew a line in the air, a thin wisp of silver light trailing from her fingertips. The light, like water, flowed slowly forward, forming a winding line between the two of them.
"Before, this river was crystal clear. Takamagahara was like a boat in this river. I knew when it would take on water and when it would sink. But now—"
Her fingers trembled slightly, and the silver light suddenly became erratic, no longer moving forward, but swirling in mid-air. "Now, two giant whales have fallen into the river."
Ninigi-no-Mikoto was stunned. "Two? Giant whales?"
"Yes." Kukurihime nodded. "One of them is Shinsei. The other one hasn't fully revealed himself yet, but he's even more deeply hidden than Shinsei."
"Then... what will happen?"
"The whale simply rolled over, and the entire riverbed was churned up. Water droplets that should have sunk rose to the surface, while those that should have moved forward scattered to the shore."
The whole river was in chaos. When I looked again, all I could see was a vast expanse of white; I couldn't see anything at all.
Kukurihime's voice was flat, as if she were reciting a pre-written judgment.
"Therefore I no longer prophesy for you, because my prophecies no longer come true."
Ninigi-no-Mikoto silent for a long time. The ever-burning lamp in the hall illuminated his pale face, making him look like a clay statue stripped of its life.
"Then how can I see it again?" he asked.
"Wait," Kukurihime said, "Wait until those two giant whales have stayed in this river long enough. Long enough for the river to readjust to them, long enough for them to no longer seem like outsiders. By then, I might be able to take another look. But by then, perhaps there won't even be a chance for change."
Ninigi-no-Mikoto slowly stood up. His legs were still trembling, but he didn't ask any more questions.
He bowed deeply to Kukurihime and Amaterasu, then turned and walked away.
He stopped at the door, without turning around, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
"Grandmother, I am not resigned to this. I will never just wait to die."
Takamagahara's fate will certainly not end as prophesied.
After saying this, Ninigi-no-Mikoto slightly, turned around, and strode away from the temple.
Amaterasu remained silent behind the curtain. Ninigi-no-Mikoto the Gate of Opening.
A white light surged in, covering him completely. He stepped into the light, like a bird slowly rising from deep water.
Kukurihime watched as Ninigi-no-Mikoto's figure disappeared into the distance. He turned back and bowed slightly to the figure of Amaterasu.
" Your Amaterasu, I am sorry, my prophecy can no longer guide you."
Now, when prophecy fails, you need wisdom to guide your way.
You will also need military force to protect you.
Therefore, Your Amaterasu.
Please recall Kaneomoikane and Susanoo.
When Shinsei returned to the side hall, Kaguya was leaning against the wall with her eyes half-closed, as if she were dozing off.
Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes, didn't say anything, but simply moved to the side.
Shinsei didn't sit down. He walked to the window, turned his back to Kaguya, and raised his hand to press his eyes.
Ever since I met Sarutahiko and Ame no Uzume no Mikoto yesterday, my Mangekyō have been twitching.
It wasn't pain, nor was it a normal Chakra fluctuation.
It was a very light, deep throbbing, like something slowly awakening behind the eyes. It wasn't intense, but it made Shinsei very uncomfortable.
He closed his eyes and used a qi cultivation technique to suppress the restless Chakra within his body.
But it didn't work. The Mangekyō's patterns became even clearer, and even the field of vision started to turn blue.
This isn't Sharingan has lost control; rather, it's as if these eyes have developed their own thoughts.
It seems to be telling Shinsei that it is filled with longing for these gods.
This also led Shinsei to harbor a certain thought in his heart.
These so-called gods.
Eat them all!