The air around Trost felt wrong. Too still. Too cold. Like the world was holding its breath.
Then came the sound—low at first, like a distant horn. It built quickly into a screech that twisted the sky itself.
People ran to the walls. Some screamed. Others froze.
And then it appeared.
A massive Titan stepped out from a rip in the air itself. Twenty meters tall, with a swirling pattern across its body like someone had carved spirals into its flesh. Its arms bent unnaturally. Its mouth opened from top to bottom, a vertical gash full of jagged teeth.
Its eyes glowed red, spinning slowly.
Like a Sharingan.
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Kaen's Weapon
Floating high above the Titan was Kaen, arms crossed and smiling.
"This," he said, "is the first Spiral-Titan. A creature built from the leftover pieces of Eren's erased futures. It has no fate. No path. Just chaos."
Soldiers below were already shouting orders. Cannons turned. Blades were drawn.
But Arata stood still.
Watching.
Feeling.
The chakra inside the Spiral-Titan was heavy, twisted. It didn't belong in this world. Just like his own.
Mikasa rushed up beside him. "What is that?"
Arata didn't answer right away. His eyes had changed. Rinnegan active. His Sharingan spinning.
"It's not just a Titan," he finally said. "It's a message. Kaen's telling me he can do anything."
"Then what do we do?" Mikasa asked.
Arata looked up at Kaen, then down at his own hands. He could feel the power burning inside him.
He clenched his fists.
"We answer."
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Ren vs. Levi – Again
Not far from the wall, in a deserted alley, Levi faced someone who should've never existed.
Ren Ackerman.
He looked just like Levi—same sharp eyes, same quiet rage. But his Sharingan was corrupted, black lines cutting through the red like cracks in glass.
"You don't belong here," Levi said.
Ren smiled, blade resting on his shoulder. "Neither does the world you're protecting."
The two moved at once.
Their blades clashed in a blur, faster than most eyes could follow. Ren's powers bent space around him—one moment in front of Levi, the next behind.
But Levi wasn't a normal man.
He didn't match Ren's speed with tricks. He matched it with skill. Precision. Years of survival.
The fight was even.
Until Ren's Sharingan pulsed—and for a second, the street itself twisted like a piece of paper.
Levi stumbled.
And Ren struck.
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Arata's Power Unleashed
Arata launched into the air, hands flying through seals.
He didn't hold back.
Susano'o exploded around him—dark purple, armored, massive. Wings spread wide as the full body formed, its hand reaching for a sword made of pure chakra.
The Spiral-Titan roared.
And charged.
Susano'o met it head-on. The shockwave shattered nearby rooftops. Soldiers were knocked to the ground. Even Kaen looked surprised.
Inside the Susano'o, Arata pushed forward.
Every strike sent chakra clashing against corrupted Titan flesh. The Spiral-Titan twisted its body in ways it shouldn't be able to—rewriting its shape mid-fight. But Arata was faster.
He wasn't holding back anymore.
He wasn't trying to blend in.
He was fighting to protect—not just people, but the story itself.
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The Cost of Power
Mikasa watched from below, eyes wide.
Arata looked like something from a myth. His chakra lit up the night sky. His Susano'o towered over the battlefield, shielding soldiers from falling debris and crushing blows.
But she saw something else, too.
Blood at the corner of his mouth.
Every time he used that power, it took something from him. His body wasn't made for it. This world wasn't made for it.
But he fought anyway.
Because he had to.
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End of the Fight – For Now
The Spiral-Titan let out a final screech as Arata's Susano'o drove its sword straight through its chest. The corrupted creature twisted, cracked—and exploded into chakra particles that faded into the sky.
Kaen didn't look angry.
He looked amused.
"That's one win," he said, floating away. "But the rewrites have only just begun."
He vanished in a flicker of ink.
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Back at HQ
Later that night, Arata sat alone, breathing heavily.
He was exhausted. Hurt. But alive.
And the power inside him still burned.
Mikasa walked in and sat beside him. "You didn't let go."
"I couldn't," he said. "Not yet."
"Will you?"
He looked at his hands again. Slower this time.
"…Maybe. But not today."