Yes, the cleansing is not over at all.
One day, suddenly I felt uncomfortable.
In the erratic and convoluted mind of him, there was one thing repeated over and over.
It's disgusting. So do not touch me. I just want to be alone.
Because I am me, I am happy. From the very beginning I never needed anyone else.
Ultimate social, and ultimate self-love. He couldn't see anyone else in this world, couldn't understand then, and so he didn't need them.
Reaching the Divine Throne and becoming the world itself, he only felt extreme discomfort and anger.
Dirty maggots, trash that keeps crawling over my world [body], all of you should just disappear.
The wast world isn't needed. There's no wish for spreading or expanding.
It's better to just converge until everything disappears.
In the end, there should be just me alone.
The finale he wished for was the world of just a single person.
Astonishingly simple, and because of it, that desire was so heavy.
From the birth, he lived with his twin brother fused with his own body, as a tumor. His wish to be alone was so deep that it couldn't be measured by a regular scale.
And because of this, with his arrival to the Divine Throne, his cruelty increased even further.
Therefore, The Sixth Generation God, Hajun, is truly the strongest and the worst existence in the whole history. And so, his Metsujin Messou raged around him, akin to a physiological reflex.
The form of his mandala is a fetus, and his nature is just like that — a newborn child. A child that holds an abnormal Kamui of curses — an extremely dangerous existence.
— Who are you? Where? Why can't you just leave me alone?
For now, our Tengu just stays there, immovable, spouting curses into the empty space. Even after receiving salvation from his brother, he still keeps hating and literally destroying the world. Nothing has changed.
Even if saved (ended) once or twice, would the God really change? In the first place, would such existence even read the Throne?
The answer is — no, not at all. At least, that's how it is for Hajun.
The three maddened eyes move around, looking for those maggots who brings his that unpleasant feeling.
Looking for them to destroy, to trample and run over, to erase completely.
As of now, he can't grasp their exact position, but he understood their general natures.
— One, two, three, four...
In total, five. Close, yet far, deep, yet on the surface, somewhere in this dimension (sky), something extremely different exists.
Different from that brother-tumor. Different from the Moment, who always obstructed the way for the Realm of Tengu. And, of course, different from those garbage humans...
Grotesque in every possible meaning five figures. What are those? Does something like that even exist? Can I erase them?
Hajun, who's by his nature cannot understand others, for now, cannot answer such a question.
He doesn't understand.
— Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha!
And so Hajun laughs. So that's it, that's why the very interior would not become empty.
— Hand over this Throne, I'll sit on it!
— A-ah, just you wait. A bit more, I almost can reach for you.
— I'll show you all Metsujin Messou.
And with that, I will finally reach the true peace I wish for.
Along with the maddened laugh of a Tengu, a dirty mud-like shingon (mantra) flows.
Finally recognizing the existence of the outsiders who crawl over his body, Hajun happily begins to act.
Hajun, not aware of what the word "oath" means, feels the first and the last joy.