Sousei no Onmyouji: Reborn.

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Sousei no Onmyōuji (Twin Star Exorcist), all rights belong to the goat Sukeno, not every I write is cannon and true to the original.

There is a saying: everything is connected.

When you think about it—it's true.

I once heard that destinies are linked to other destinies.

For example, let's take a person destined to succeed.

This person, once they achieve success, will have the power to either assist others in their success or bring them to ruin.

That logic… let's apply it again but into a different scenario.

One person's actions can determine the success or failure of another.

And once more—if you fail, those who are meant to succeed under you will fail as well.

The "world" is similar like that.

In a sense that it's like a string.

With just a slight strum, the perfectly balanced and undisturbed string can be thrown into disorder.

Yet, even when disrupted, it can still revert to its original state.

But what happens when you strum it too hard, to its breaking point?

It snaps.

That is what happens.

But for this world. A thousand years has passed and those who remain are—

It was 7:00 PM.

Kanto region.

Inside a traditional house—spacious, with well-polished wooden floors. A modestly sized yet classic family home.

This was evident from the protective charms hanging in the corners of the rooms.

At the back of the house lay a more aesthetically pleasing sight—a small pond with clear, reflective water, edged with carefully placed stones.

A little further to the side stood another structure.

At a glance, anyone could tell this building belonged to someone from a wealthy, traditional family.

And once, that was true.

Was.

But now, the once lively home stood empty, but despite its emptiness, the structure in its whole hadn't dilapidated.

"Haah."

Inside the dojo-like building, a young boy sat in seiza on the wooden floor.

He was around 157 cm tall, with delicate yet sharp features. His shoulder-length black hair was tied into a short ponytail.

The boy let out a quiet sigh before his obsidian eyes slowly fluttered open.

His gaze settled on a flat, metal-like rod before him. In one swift motion, he grabbed it.

And by the time he had risen to his feet, a paper was already held between his index and middle finger of his right hand.

"Come forth at once."

With a flick of his finger, the paper in his hands flew in front of him before dissipating into blue.

As it did, weird-like symbols painted in blue were left in the air, as the male slowly plunged the flat metal into it.

Bizarre—

The metal, which had passed through the blue runes in the air, slowly began to take another form.

As it finished its transformation, with the full length of the flat rod passing through the blue rune, it had become a completely different weapon.

A twin sword. A kodachi, a short sword—like a knife—strapped to the side of a longer blade, an Odachi, which was much longer than what an Odachi should be.

Though the male was dressed in traditional clothing—a full black traditional hakama—he was nimble on his feet.

He had begun swinging with his eyes closed, fully concentrated as he sliced the air.

The sound of his feet skidding on the polished wooden floor was made as he once more swung his sword down.

Next, with a turn, he slashed horizontally.

After a few more swings, he slowly sheathed his Odachi.

Then, like before, the blade returned to being a simple metal-flat rod.

The male gazed out, sliding the door open after finishing his morning routine.

Exorcist.

Exorcists are a spiritual group of people whose main job is to exorcise Impurities.

They use different crested weapons summoned from magical charms as their primary means of purification, such as talismans.

His family was insignificant compared to the great exorcist families on the mainland.

Yet, even as insignificant as they were, they had helped keep the mainland safe by hunting down Kegare—or rather, Impurities—in Magano.

Kamika Ayato.

A young boy left to fend for himself at an early age.

When one is an exorcist, they must be prepared to put their life on the front lines.

His parents were prepared—yet, it had happened anyway.

He never understood why his parents would face enemies like that, risking their own lives with a smile on their face.

No.

In the span of the fourteen years he had lived, he had come to understand that this world was filled with tragedies.

He had once been like his friends—friends who had been reduced to nothing but memories—Idealistic. 

Dreaming of becoming the world's greatest exorcist.

Like them, those dreams and idealistic talks all faded to dust, returned into nothing but memories.

First, the Hinatsuki Tragedy wiped out all his friends. Then, the next to fall were his parents.

Ever since then, his younger self had loathed idealistic talks.

Obviously, he continued being an exorcist—for reasons unknown even to him.

Perhaps it was because his parents always said he would become a great and powerful exorcist, like the God of Exorcism, Abe no Seimei.

But Ayato himself knew.

He couldn't.

He had only realized it now. His talent was as mediocre as his now-fading passion for the work.

The best he could handle was an impurity bordering the Ja (lit. Snake) rank.

Additionally, he could only sustain three to four enchantments, though when reaching four it becomes hard to maintain.

Well, in the first place, his talent lay in another department different from the norms.

But he'd continued like this for the longest of time. Not to mention what may happen if he leaves the area around the Kamika house unchecked.

Since exorcists were spread out across different regions, it's really hard to have one fill in for another when exorcists are risking their lives every day.

Maybe it was because of that he'd continued so.

And like how this house remained the same despite its emptiness—He had kept "those words" to heart.

Perhaps there was something he had yet to see in the "scenery" before him.

With that thought in mind, he left the dojo, crossing the small bridge over the pond.

He was about to enter through the back of his house when he noticed a letter lying on the wooden floor.

"This…"

There was only one group that sent announcements like this.

The Resident Exorcist Association.

All exorcists on the mainland were under this association, which was also overseen by a larger governing body.

He had heard rumors about the great Tsuchimikado Island, where the greatest exorcist of this generation resided.

Ayato also received missions from this organization about joining a joint operations with them.

But most of the time, the missions were just clearing out mid-level Kegares of around the Hannya to Ja-rank, in which ranks of the former he could handle alone.

As a result, despite his age and lack of immense wealth, he had enough funds to keep this place in order.

[From the Resident Exorcist Association to the Heir of the Kamika Household.]

[You have hereby been selected to transfer to Seika Dormitory at Narukami Island as of this moment. This has been approved by the Head Exorcist of Japan, Tsuchimikado Arima.]

[Signed, Exorcist Association Head.]

[Tsuchimikado Arima~ Yay~ ☆]

The message was short and formal. But as an exorcist, he had no choice but to answer their call since he'd officially became one years ago.

"...It's my duty…"

Of course, he had thought about the reason for the sudden transfer. However, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.

So, he gave up thinking.

Now, it wasn't as if he was just going to abandon this place.

No. Instead, it was implied that his new place of work would be around Narukami.

Ayato was a "strong enough (above average)" exorcist to warrant the merit of using the Magano Talisman.

Not just anyone could enter such a place.

And it wasn't until three years ago that he had officially stepped into that terrifying place alone.

"Haah. I've got no time to waste, huh?"

Saying that, he entered his house and went to his room, swapping out his traditional clothes for more modern attire.

A black long-sleeve shirt with matching trousers and shoes, along with a small pouch-like piece of equipment strapped to his waist.

Then, he placed the metal rod inside a bag strapped across his shoulder.

Black fingerless enchanted gloves covered his hands as he took out a different talisman.

Magano. Impurities.

It had been thousands of years, and the war between these two opposing sides continued.

Impurities—said to be born from the depths of people's sins and karma.

They are what would happen if sins were to take form. That is what they are.

And it is his—no, their—duty to put an end to the ongoing thousand-year war between the two sides.

For impurities, they are not meant to be defeated, but to be cleansed.

Mysteriously, within this reality, I earnestly seek the great gate of Ookami. Discreetly and with respect, I beseech thee in this manner.

Please hear my plea with tranquility and serenity. Humbly, humbly, I speak.

"Magano Gate, come forth at once."

Flicking the talisman he held in his hand, and with that chant, something even more bizarre occurred.

What manifested was a circle—with a torii gate within it—that slowly swallowed him.

What happened next was the entire surroundings shifting.

Different from the tranquility of what one would know as Earth, this place was malevolent in nature.

Dark, murky skies loomed over a landscape of dilapidated and destroyed ruins.

Magano.

He had appeared amidst the rubble of what seemed to mirror the surroundings of his home.

"GA—!"

"HIII!"

As expected. Even though they were just small fries, there were plenty of them gathered in the area.

But because they were weak, they'd always appeared in large numbers, easily more in the twenties and above number range.

But any "average" experienced exorcists would be able to take them down without much stress.

"Hn. Let's get rid of them quickly and head back."

Ayato said that stretching his hands as he clenched the bag he hung over his back.

"Fuu."