THE REAL PROTEGE-Chapter 524: THE BEGINNING OF OTAKO

Before He Was Otako

The garden hall no longer seemed like a place for tea at all.

It seemed like a chamber of inheritance now.

The Azure Dragon rested his cup down slowly, the porcelain making a soft, deliberate sound against the wooden table.

"Then," he said calmly, his deep voice smoothing over the pressure that had gathered in the room, "allow me just tell you everything I know about Otako."

Even Red shifted closer, her fiery aura lessened to a listening glow. She had seen ages rise and fall, but even she had rarely heard Otako’s story told in full.

Ling Li did not interrupt.

She did not encourage.

She simply watched.

Four Eyes noticed it again: the slight tightening of her fingers clutching the armrest.

The Azure Dragon began.

"Before he was Otako..."

His utterance lowered, no longer amused, no longer theatrical.

"He was not feared.

He was not masked.

He was not immortal.

He was simply a cultivator.

That simple truth unsettled them more than any grandeur.

The Catastrophe

"There was once a forbidden battlefield known as the ’Grave of Falling Suns,’" the Azure Dragon continued, gaze wandering beyond the garden walls as though peering into another century.

The name alone seemed to dim the midday light.

"It was where old sects perished under a collapsed heavenly tribulation."

Shun’s jaw stiffened.

Collapsed tribulation.

That meant heaven itself had miscalculated.

Or overcorrected.

"Otako was accompanying his father," the Azure Dragon said slowly, "but they arrived too late."

The koi pond stilled.

"They found his father’s master dead.

His sect was annihilated.

Meridians shattered.

Souls scattered.

Worst, no enemy left to kill."

The last words resounded, hollow.

Ren’s breath froze.

No enemy left.

No vengeance possible.

Fatty swallowed.

"For the first time in his life," the Azure Dragon said, voice calmer now, "Otako understood something."

The hall leaned into the silence. Around the table, every single breath was drawn in and held, a frail thread taut. Amid the hush, the hush of their collected lungs became a distinct rhythm — silent, pulsing, shared by all.

"Power that destroys is common.

Power that decides is rare."

Shi Min’s eyes twitched.

Ling Li did not blink.

"Otako began obsessing over one question."

The Azure Dragon’s eyes sharpened.

"What is the smallest force required to end something?"

This idea unsettled the listeners.

To Otako, it was no idle curiosity, but the beginning of a new way of seeing the world: he wondered how endings happened, not through brute destruction, but through a hidden, precise weakness. The question struck deeper than any technique or power. It was about the meaning of power itself — could you shape fate, or collapse destiny, with the barest touch at just the right place?

For Otako, this became a guiding obsession, shaping his philosophy and every step of his path from that moment onward.

Lily’s awe faded, replaced by something thoughtful.

"Not overwhelming might. Not divine swords. Not heavenly flames. Just precision."

The word precision hung over the room, sharp as steel.

"Because, from then on," the Azure Dragon continued, "Otako’s father completely gave up cultivation."

The room veered.

That detail pierced more deeply than the massacre.

"After returning home, Otako went back alone."

A quiver ran through Ren.

Alone.

"To the ruins."

The Insight

"In the ruins," the Azure Dragon said, "Otako meditated for years."

Years.

Not months.

Not a breakthrough retreat.

Years.

"Otako studied how meridians fracture.

How qi flows collapses.

How souls detach.

How the body ceases."

Fatty felt his stomach tighten.

That was not cultivation.

That was an autopsy.

"Otako came to a profound realization," the Azure Dragon said quietly.

"Death is not caused by force.

It is caused by discontinuity."

Ren whispered the word unconsciously.

"Discontinuity..."

The air appeared to grow denser.

"When structure fails to sustain itself —

instead of cultivating explosive qi..."

The Azure Dragon’s eyes gleamed faintly. Whin Shi Min’s breathing slowed instinctively.

"Otako refined compression."

Otako compressed immortal qi to a single thread.

Then to a point.

Then to less than a point."

Lily frowned. "Less than a point?"

"Until it was no longer energy," the Azure Dragon replied evenly.

"It became a correction of structure. Like a single knotted thread pulled loose from a tapestry, the flaw Otako found let the whole fabric fall away without violence. It was the quiet shifting of a single supporting stone that brought a tower down — not with a crash, but with a silent, perfect settling as the pieces redistributed themselves. This was not force, but an exacting touch on the hidden structure of things."

The Sovereign Nullity Sutra

The koi pond rippled faintly.

"The first time Otako flicked his finger at a mountain..."

The Azure Dragon’s gaze steeled, recalling.

"The mountain did not explode."

Shun’s fingers clenched slightly.

"It separated along a silent seam.

Clean. Effortless. Final.

No debris. No tremor.

Just inevitability.

Thus was born—"

The Azure Dragon lifted his cup.

"’The Sovereign Nullity Sutra.’"

The name is grave.

"A technique that does not clash.

It cancels."

Four Eyes exhaled slowly.

He was beginning to understand why this story was being told now.

Otako’s Cultivation Path

"Otako became immortal at a very young age," the Azure Dragon declared calmly.

"But not through orthodox means. He did not follow realms.

Otako rebuilt them."

Shi Min’s gaze focused.

The Azure Dragon began deliberately detailing them.

Mortal Steel Stage — External Foundation

"Otako abandoned fragile flesh cultivation."

The phrase alone caused Mushu’s brows to rise. Ren felt her skin shiver.

"Otako tempered bone density.

Muscle fiber alignment.

Organ reinforcement.

His body stopped aging before his qi matured."

Fatty blinked. "That’s — backwards."

"Correct," the Azure Dragon replied.

Ling Li was motionless.

Meridian Sovereignty Stage — Internal Perfect Refinement

"Instead of expanding his meridians..."

The Azure Dragon’s voice grew precise.

"Otako perfected them.

No turbulence.

No wasted circulation.

No unstable breakthrough.

His qi glided like still water."

Shi Min absorbed every word.

"This firmness," the Azure Dragon continued, "is what later allowed compression beyond sanity."

Shun muttered under his breath, "Beyond sanity..."

Unity of Flesh and Spirit

"Most cultivators split focus," the Azure Dragon said.

"Body path.

Qi path.

Soul path.

But Otako forced convergence."

Ren’s pulse accelerated.

"Otako made his soul reside not in the dantian..."

The Azure Dragon tapped his chest lightly.

"But throughout his body."

Shi Min blinked.

"That’s possible?"

"It is now," the Azure Dragon said calmly.

"Otako’s flesh served as an extension of will."

The hall felt tinier.

"This was his first step beyond Otako’s mortality."

Immortal Threshold — Severance of Samsara

The Azure Dragon’s expression stiffened.

"This is where Otako became different.

During the tribulation, heaven attempted to erase him."

Lightning sparkled gently beyond the distant clouds, as though it were responding to the word.

"Tribulation lightnings struck Otako for seven days."

Lily’s eyes widened.

"But, instead of resisting..."

The Azure Dragon’s gaze darkened.

"Otako studied it."

Stillness came again.

"Otako observed how heavenly law dismantled existence.

And he copied it."

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"Otako refined tribulation logic into his own sutra.

When the lightning ceased—"

The Azure Dragon’s voice deepened.

"Otako wasn’t merely immortal.

He was partially exempt from structural decay."

The koi pond rippled violently once before stilling.

"Otako’s name disappeared from the Book of Reincarnation.

That is why he can retrieve souls."

The Azure Dragon’s voice mellowed.

"And because Otako is not fully bound to the cycle."

Lily breathed out.

Ling Li’s eyes lowered slightly.