Months passed like fractured time inside the sealed world.
Jhonathan trained under Death, the strongest butler of Arthur—an existence that didn't teach through words, but through inevitability.
Every strike he failed to block became a lesson in what "endings" actually meant.
Every collapse became a step toward something beyond survival.
And then—
it clicked.
Jihibukai Ken.
The Benevolent Sword.
A style that didn't fight against fate—
but redirected it with mercy.
Jhonathan stood in the training void, breathing slowly.
His blade lowered.
His expression calm.
"…Mythical Wheel."
The air shifted.
His body began to rotate slowly at first—
then faster.
His form blurred into a spinning axis of light and motion.
A living wheel of intent.
His giant scythe ignited mid-rotation.
Flames wrapped around it, not consuming it—but stabilizing its momentum.
Patience merged with sloth.
Stillness became movement.
Movement became inevitability.
His swords detached from his grip.
But they didn't fall.
They followed.
Circling him like a storm system bound to his existence.
The training ground shattered.
Not from force—
but from uncontrolled rotational pressure in reality itself.
Death observed silently.
"…He's reached the edge."
Jhonathan accelerated once more.
The Mythical Wheel expanded outward.
And for a moment—
it touched the "unbreakable black defense" field surrounding the void.
The barrier cracked.
Then shattered.
Jhonathan stopped spinning.
Fell to one knee.
Exhausted.
A hand touched his arm.
A single, precise tap.
His body shut down instantly.
He collapsed.
"…He is ready, my liege."
Death's voice echoed calmly.
Arthur appeared.
No ceremony.
Just presence.
He smiled faintly.
"…Good."
He placed a hand on Jhonathan's back.
A new force entered him.
Not power.
Not technique.
Something deeper.
Determination.
A contract-exclusive authority only shared between Arthur and his chosen vessel.
Jhonathan's body rebuilt itself instantly.
Not healed.
Rewritten.
Arthur stepped back slightly.
"…Only a human who understands benevolence can wield that."
A pause.
"…And only you can kill the Absolute Being."
Jhonathan slowly stood.
His eyes steady now.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Just clarity.
"…Then I'll end it."