Shin Sekai's Amaterasu..

Outside the hospital, the rain fell steadily, blurring the boundary between the crowd and the hospital building it pressed against.

Camera lenses glinted beneath plastic covers. Microphones were raised, lowered, raised again. Voices overlapped—questions shouted with urgency, speculation packaged as concern for the welfare of an injured student.

At the center of it all stood a line that did not move no matter how many reporters were pressing against it.

Members of Japan’s top-ranked guild, Shin Sekai, formed a living barrier around the hospital’s main entrance. 

Their presence alone was enough to stop anyone from pushing forward inside. They didn’t show up with weapons and they didn’t need to. 

The insignia of the red sun on their white coats, the calm discipline in their posture, and the heavy pressure in the air radiating from their mana made their message clear.

'This is the limit. Don't get near any further'.

'The miracle of Akira’s survival had spread faster than anyone had intended. A 17 year old academy student, pulled from the wreckage of demon outbreak alive.'
'A rescue operation conducted under extreme conditions, and his instant recovery that defied expectations of the medical staffs. '

Every fragment of information, no matter how incomplete, became fuel for speculation.

Reporters spoke of fate, of destiny, of hidden talent. Online forums had already begun weaving theories.

Shin Sekai had responded to the situation immediately. 
They were the ones who controlled the demon outbreak. 
They were the ones who had rescued Akira and got him admitted to the hospital.
And they'll not answer anything else other than the obvious. If they do, the blame for the outbreak will be placed on them by the public, as the whole raid exercise happened under their control.

“Please step back,” one guild member said calmly, his voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. “The hospital is not accepting visitors or interviews at this time.”

“We just want confirmation!” someone shouted. “Is it true the boy survived without permanent damage?”

“Is he conscious?”

“Were Kyoto Academy Instructors involved in this tragedy?”

The questions came sharper after that.

'Why were his injuries classified?'

'Why hadn’t his family been informed?'

'Why was a full Shin Sekai unit stationed at a civilian hospital?'

No answers were given.

Behind the line of guards, several guild members exchanged brief glances, communicating silently. 

This wasn’t about public safety. 

Not really. 

It was about containment of rumors.

If the truth surfaced.. that Shin Sekai had nearly lost a student under their watch.. that Kyoto Academy’s systems had failed to protect one of their own.. 
The damage would reach the ripple from the base to the top where the higher ups of the Magic Guild Association, who regulate all guild and mages reside.

Prestige was a fragile thing. 

It takes decades to build, but only a few moments like this is enough to fracture it. 
And this incident had come way too close for comfort.

A wave of unease moved through the guild formation as the air shifted.

Mana pressure rolled outward, heavy and irresistible to notice, forcing even the most persistent reporters to step back. 

Conversations stopped. Cameras dipped.

Something was heading their way. 

The rain parted unnaturally near the edge of the hospital grounds, droplets falling, then evaporating away into air. 

From that distortion, stepped a man clad in white ceremonial coat, etched with symbols old enough that only a few could still understand their true meaning.

Amaterasu has arrived.

He didn’t announce himself. His presence alone carried overwhelming authority for everyone to make way for him in respect. 

He stood apart, even among the Shin Sekai’s elites.

At that very moment, a sudden shriek cut through the air.

From the far end of the street, the ground cracked open with a violent snap, asphalt splitting as something massive forced its way through.

A warp gate had opened.

A giant demon emerged. Tall, dark, and malformed, its body wreathed in unstable demonic mana like sludge covered in what seemed like exposed nerves. The smell of scorched rot spread out. 

The crowd screamed in fear for their lives. 
Reporters scattered, abandoning equipment as their instinct overrode curiosity for scandalous scoops. 

Shin Sekai's members moved in unison, forming a secondary perimeter, but none advanced forward.

"Don't interfere. I'll take care of the big one." Amaterasu said.

"Okay, Leader... I'll let you have this one but the next warp gate will be all mine, alright?" replied, a short girl with black twin ponytail.

Amaterasu waved a hand in response. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

The demon roared, charging blindly, its power surging in waves that shattered nearby streetlights and sent debris skidding across the pavement.

Amaterasu raised a single finger. Light condensed in a blinding, explosive, and dense matter around his fingertip.

With a jolt on the ground, Amaterasu disappeared from where he stood.

The air screamed under the sudden change and in an instant, the demon was gone.
Its body collapsed inward as if crushed by a force too absolute to resist.

Destroyed without a burst of spectacle, it was completely erased from where it once stood, no longer wrecking havoc upon the city.

The rain stopped for a few seconds before resuming again as though nothing had happened.

Everyone cheered. The city was saved by the Shin Sekai yet again.

The reporters gathered to take photos and ask questions on this latest victory from Amaterasu. 
But, he lowered his hand, already turning away, uninterested in the results.

For the public, it was a spectacle. For Shin Sekai's Guild members, this is just another day at their job. 

Other members of Shin Sekai Guild moved in to handle the remaining demons from the A rank warp gate.

The message they wanted to make to the public became clear, as every reporter there had a new scoop to write about. 

'Brand new victory and an excellent save! Everything is under control if Shin Sekai is at the scene.'

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“He couldn’t have survived,” Amaterasu said quietly. “That kid’s injuries were worse by the time I arrived.”

“Well..” an old man replied casually, exhaling smoke, “maybe it’s just sheer luck, Amaterasu.” 
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “They aren’t all geniuses like you; never having to worry about surviving.. It’s a hard-knock life for regular people out there.”

Amaterasu’s expression didn’t change.

Beside him stood the Supervisor of Shin Sekai—a lean old man dressed far too well for the weather. His coat was royal to say the least. A cigar smoldered between his fingers, its scent cutting through the damp air.

“You should keep an eye on the kid. Something seems odd. I feel like.. he is a demon in disguise.”

The Supervisor laughed, then promptly coughed, the smoke catching in his throat. He waved a hand in a dismissive manner. “Come on now. He’s just a nobody who clung to his dear life.”

“I checked his school records." He took another slow drag, eyes half-closed. "It’s a surprise how he even survived this long in Kyoto Academy to begin with.”

Amaterasu didn’t respond back.

Beyond the shelter, the guild was already restoring order. The warp gate was sealed back to nothingness, with almost all of the demons having been exterminated. Some were captured for raid training exercises.

Reporters who were still pressing on Akira's accident were being ushered farther back. Statements were being prepared, worded deliberately vague. 
The incident would be framed as a rescue operation, with no one specific to blame. 
To the media, this narrative would hold for the time being.

Amaterasu remained unconvinced.

Something about the situation refused to settle in his heart.. Injuries that should have been fatal, Recovery that shouldn’t have been possible.. 

He gazed out into the rain, watching droplets race down the window in silence.