Chapter Three

As the celestial energy embraced the boy, a transformation began. The fractures within his soul, once as prominent as fault lines, began to knit themselves back together.

Moon observed in astonishment as the cracks dissolved, a mending process that defied the very laws that governed the universe. Piece by piece, the puzzle of his soul took form, until there was no sign of the fractures that had once marred its surface.

'There, all fixed...though there is still that issue, but with time it will fix itself.'

In the midst of this extraordinary mending, the boy remained serenely asleep, a vessel for the celestial forces that encircled him.

Moon's lips curved in a semblance of a smile, her emotions a mixture of intrigue and satisfaction. This boy, once defined by a void within and a world that could not explain him, had become an enigma she was determined to understand.

And so, amid the cosmic dance of transformation, the boy's soul was reborn—repaired, reshaped, and irrevocably connected to the embodiment of emotions that now cradled him.

.....

With the fractures in his soul now mended, its colours remained unchanged, yet Moon found herself unfazed by this outcome. Her concern was not the vibrancy of hues, but the mending of what was broken.

In the timeless void, where moments were as fleeting as eternity, the boy slumbered on, lost to the cadence of time.

Eventually, like a gentle stirring, he awakened. Those emotionless eyes met her amused smile, and he uttered a simple phrase: "So it wasn't a dream."

Moon's laughter, delicate as the stars, echoed through the emptiness. "No, it most certainly was not."

Introductions ensued. Moon shared her identity, the purpose of their meeting, and what lay ahead for him. The boy, still reclining upon her lap, allowed his thoughts to wander before he finally voiced a question that mirrored his inherent detachment. "Do I have to be reborn? Can't I just stay here and sleep on your lap?"

A sigh of mild sorrow escaped Moon's lips as she explained the transient nature of mortal souls in this realm.

But then, a mischievous glint brightened her eyes, and a smirk graced her features. "However, there might be a way to bend that rule a little."

With a flick of her ethereal fingers, Moon summoned a wheel-like system panel, an intricate device that seemed out of place in the cosmic expanse.

The goddess explained the necessity of procedural steps and the choice that awaited the boy—his avatar for the life to come.

As he perused the myriad options, Moon couldn't resist the impulse to shower him with gentle pats on the head, an affectionate gesture that he received without objection.

His lack of response to such a display of care only reinforced the enigma that he was.

His scrolling came to a halt, his attention captured by a particular profile. Unbeknownst to him, this choice stirred something within his soul, an echo of a feeling he couldn't quite identify.

He informed the goddess of his decision, and as she glimpsed the chosen avatar, a sense of fitting familiarity washed over her.

"It seems quite suitable for you," Moon mused softly, a twinkle of understanding in her eyes.

With his choice made, the boy's next incarnation was set in motion, and the avatar he had selected was unveiled—Muichiro Tokito from the Demon Slayer Universe.

It was a choice she couldn't fault him for making as the two had quite a few similarities In their stories, but they were also quite different. She was pleased with the choice of his new vessel...

.....

The transformation began, as the boy embraced his chosen avatar with an indifference that matched his intrinsic detachment.

He shifted into the form of Tokito Muichiro, the external change making no ripples within his unfeeling core. His visage shifted, and yet his expression remained blank, unaltered by the new appearance he now bore.

Observing the transformed boy, Moon turned her attention toward a simple yet crucial question. "What would you like your name to be?" she inquired, her gaze curious.

The boy, caught off guard by the query, took a moment to ponder. His eventual response carried no deeper rationale than mere convenience. "I'll just go with the name of the avatar," he stated, a matter-of-fact decision that Moon accepted without hesitation.

And thus, his name became Tokito Muichiro.

With this settled, Moon's guidance continued. She explained the next step: sending him off to his new world.

Yet, she introduced a twist. Considering Muichiro's desire to remain, she granted him the opportunity to stay within her realm for a while.

However, this extension came with a caveat—he must learn from her, preparing himself for the life that awaited him in his new incarnation.

Muichiro considered her proposition, his thoughts as distant as the stars. After a brief moment, he nodded and returned to his slumber, leaving Moon to chuckle softly at his acceptance.

"I guess we can wrap everything up...I never expected that I would be gaining a blessed in this meeting, but it is a fun twist of fate...I wonder if she had anything to do with it."

Her fingers snapped, and the void they inhabited disintegrated into oblivion. Moon and Muichiro vanished, reappearing within her domain.

.....

A six-month interlude passed, and once again, the stage was set—a hilltop adorned with luminous white flowers that mirrored the moon's glow.

And on the silent yet serene hilltop stood a boy and a woman.

The boy stood tall and firm with, pale turquoise eyes reflecting a vacant depth, surrounded by the allure of the cosmos.

His height stood at around 160 cm, or 5'3", Not very tall but for his age, he still had a while to catch up to most male peers.

His eyes, a stunning pale turquoise, should have held brilliance, but they remained dim, like stars obscured by clouds.

His hair flowed freely, cascading down his back, starting black but transitioning to the same pale turquoise that coloured the tips.

And finally, he wore a well-crafted piece of clothing made of moon silk dyed Black, and a Katana was strapped to the left side of his hip.