Ryuumei: I made a decision. And I’ll go through with it. I will not be tainted by Hajun’s law.
For there is but one lord who commands me.
Ryuumei: Even now, my soul is embraced by your love.
Ryuumei: This devotion to you is my true sword. As long as I bear this pride of the Shura, my power is infinite.
Ryuumei: Yokukai… Tengudou… So what?! I have no fear of it!
Almost like a slash of a sword, the last move of the brush. In this world, aside from the violent evil of Sixth Heaven, three other Kamui exist. And I added an image of the goddess who was now destroyed.
I painted our war, that has not ended yet. We are still not defeated.
My lord, the Gold. His sworn friend, the Mercury. And the Twilight to whom I indebted endlessly, for the hundreds of happy lives.
You have surely existed. I will not leave it like you wasn’t even there. I want to leave this picture here, as a proof.
Ryuumei: Gaze upon me, Hajun.
I looked at the west cloudy, stormy sky, and spoke towards the dripping with rotten mud Taikyoku.
Ryuumei: I will teach you a lesson. That your failure to destroy me would be your downfall.
Ryuumei: Hey, isn’t that right, the Moment?
When I said it, in that instant...
Yato: Yes. It is not over yet.
From the sky, from the earth, as if the world itself was talking — Kamui answered to me.
Clear and full of dignity voice. Yet furious, like a frozen blade.
Yato: My respect to the last Shura.
Yato: Your loyalty for sure have reached the supreme sky of Gold.
From the deepest part of Kannadzuki, protected with the armor of madness, he clearly said that.
Ryuumei: Ha… ha-ha-ha-a-a...
I smiled, and laughed, though the world before my eyes became blurry, my face wet, as from the rain, but that was not important.
Ryuumei: Spare me your flattery, fool... It’s too easy to see through it.
Our lord is the supreme ruler. There is no special place for any of his subordinates.
His supreme sky is the war itself sharpened to the utmost limit.  His destructive love is equally endless, I am but a grain of sand before it.
And still, I thought that it would’ve been good...
I kept denying it...
So why you, with your Kamui’s heavenly eyes, have to disclose my hidden pride?
Yato: I wish for you to reach the place where you will accept your love.
Yato: It was good to meet you, the Red Hero. You are also a part of my treasured moment.
And with those solemn, yet full of sympathy words, giving the words of blessing to me, the old god sunk back into the insanity.
I never believed in such prophecy-like things, so back then I firmly denied such thoughts.

Ryuusui: Mother...
At that moment, the overflowing feelings gave me an answer.
Yes, my loyalty… those feelings for my lord...
Ryuumei: We will meet again, in the new world...
I still cannot name it. But without a doubt, it was impossible to lie in front of that girl.
Ryuusui: Yes, certainly...
And so I, Mikado Ryuumei, after a journey of three hundred years, with a body drenched in mud, yet still remaining a Shura, finally, felt at peace in the moment of my death.
It was surely the supreme shining golden victory.