In every multiverse, the greatest weapon is not power—
it is information.
The one who acquires it first takes the initiative.Controls the flow.Shapes the outcome.
Not even gods can grasp all information across the omniverse.
For lesser beings, it is impossible.
And yet—
there exists an organization built upon that very truth.
Its name is Yamato.
Its origins trace back to ancient times beyond calculation.
Some claim it was founded on an Earth in a distant parallel world—within an infinite chain of infinities stacked upon infinities.
But no one knows the truth.
An organization must have a center.
A headquarters.
A structure.
And yet—
no one knows where Yamato resides.
No one knows its scale.
No one knows how many belong to it.
Only one fact is universally understood.
They possess information.
Vast.
Unfathomable.
And anyone—anyone at all—can purchase it.
If they can pay the price.
Gods.
Devils.
Even they sometimes rely on Yamato.
At the very top of this organization—
for billions upon billions of years—
there exists a single being.
Kamui.
No one knows their appearance.
Not even their gender.
Only rumors remain.
Fragments of legend.
"Kamui."
In one parallel world's Earth, within the language of the Ainu people,the word carries the same meaning as "god."
It is said that Kamui was born in an ancient nation called Nion.
Born immortal.
Their growth halted in youth—forever remaining a boy.
Abandoned by their parents.
Driven from their village.
Condemned to solitude.
Time passed.
One day, they were taken in by a man of royal blood—
a man said to possess unmatched intellect, capable of hearing and processing the voices of seven people at once.
A man who would go on to build the foundations of the nation of Nion.
But power breeds enemies.
Assassins hunted him.
Relentlessly.
And from within the shadows—
Kamui protected him.
Always watching.
Always unseen.
Eventually, the king died.
And once again—
Kamui was alone.
But this time, something changed.
They began to pass on their knowledge.
Their techniques.
Their way of seeing from the darkness.
And slowly—
that knowledge became power.
In times of rebellion and war, information and assassination became invaluable.
The techniques Kamui created—
the art of watching from the dark—
grew stronger.
Deeper.
More refined.
But when peace came…
Darkness was no longer needed.
And so—
Kamui vanished from history.
Time passed again.
Humanity rose.
People learned to fly.
To create life.
And then—
once more—
Kamui returned.
From the shadows behind history.
Yamato began to sell information to nations.
To corporations.
To anyone who could afford it.
And even after billions of years—
it is said that Yamato still operates in the unseen layers of the universe.
But this, too, is no more than legend.
A myth.
There is no proof.
Not a single piece.
Because—
anyone who has tried to pursue Yamato…
or Kamui…
has never returned alive.
And so the rumors spread.
Distorted.
Fragmented.
Uncertain.
Truth and fiction blur together.
No one can tell where one ends and the other begins.
There are many variations of this legend.
Many contradictions.
No certainty.
Only one thing is known.
No matter the era.
No matter the world.
The eyes of Yamato are always there.
The Eyes in the Dark — End