The aura merged with Katsuo’s blade, forging a new weapon: , a sword that glowed with the warmth of family, love, and unyielding resolve.

Katsuo embraced her, then turned his gaze toward the moonlit sky. In the distance, the village lights began to flicker awake. He felt a gentle tug—an unseen thread connecting him to the world he had once called home.

But then he recalled a promise he’d made to his youngest son, , who had once whispered, “Papa, I want you to be the hero in my stories.” The words rang in his ears like a battle chant.

“The shrine is cursed,” the Kitsune continued, “and only a true “Isekai Papa” can restore it. You must go back—back to the very place where the first seal was forged.”

“Something’s wrong… again,” he muttered, eyes narrowing as the wind carried a faint, metallic scent. He turned to his wife, , who was kneading dough for tomorrow’s rice balls.

“,” the Kitsune’s voice echoed, “the balance has been broken. The Seal of the Moonlit Moonstone that bound the Eclipse Beast is weakening. If it shatters, darkness will spill over both worlds.”