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Chapter 1: Return
It was done.
The fractured Dimensions were all erased.
The Miasma was held back
The Soul Purification Continues.
Humanity has passed Origin's Trial.
The Wish of the pact between Humanity and Origin had been granted, albeit at a cost. The life of one man was sacrificed to save the one most precious to him. He died so that she would live. He became the millionth catalyst to save her existence.
The man, Ludger Will Kresnik, had no regrets. He left them all with a smile on his face.
And yet...
"I know that look, Origin."
Within a confined domain, filled with what looked like dark smoke, were two figures. The first was indistinguishable, the lines at the top of the head making it appear to have hair, but the eyes were missing, though it possessed a mouth. It's body was human shaped, about half as tall as the second, who was more defining. He had pale gray skin, brilliant golden eyes, and white hair, two appendages appearing to look like ears of some sort. His body was white and gray mostly, but at his elbows were elongated blades, and lacked feet.
"What's the matter?" the second being, Chronos, asked his friend. "Were you... unsatisfied with the results of the Trial?"
"No, it isn't that." Origin shook his head. "My thoughts are in regards to Ludger Will Kresnik and Julius Will Kresnik."
"Those two...?" Chronos was genuinely surprised. Why was Origin focused on the two brothers of the Kresnik bloodline? They were already dead and had granted Humanity the chance they desired. Their demise is what allowed the race to be deemed worthy of saving.
"Yes." The Great Spirit nodded. "They are two humans who sacrificed so much just to save those precious to them."
"And why exactly are you worried about those two?" he asked curiously, wanting to know why his friend was focused on those two people in particular.
"Because..." Origin said as he took two glowing white cogs into his hand. "They're continuing to resonate."
"So?" the Great Spirit of Time scoffed. "Souls here resonate when their lives have reached fulfillment. The seeker reached enlightenment when he was able to forge a bridge for his younger sibling, and the boy reached enlightenment when he saved the girl's life."
"True, but this a different form of resonance." the white being informed his companion, allowing Chronos to get a better look at it. "Do you see?"
Chronos didn't at first, but upon closer inspection, he did. Curiously, red and black sparks were forming around it, dancing wildly around the cogs. "What?" he said, completely baffled. "But, this resonance is... That is NOT possible."
"But it is." Origin nodded his head, looking at the souls of the brothers. "Their roles are not yet done... this resonance is from one of 'those' worlds."
While it was true that that were many Fractured Dimensions, there were also several Prime Dimensions, except each was different. Unlike fractured dimensions, there were no two Prime Dimensions that were the same. There is only one world where Rize Maxia and Elympios exist, it is the only world where they can exist.
"...I still cannot believe this." Chronos shook his head, still in slight denial. "Those humans have already lived and reached enlightenment. Their roles should've been fulfilled. Why are they being called upon by another Prime Dimension?" Even The Great Spirit of Time did not know what form of purpose would be so great for two, unpurified souls to be called upon.
"Be that as it may Chronos..." Origin continued to look into the cogs with great intrigue. "...It is happening before out eyes."
Chronos sighed, shaking his head. "Which dimension are they being called upon then?" he asked. Orgin raised a hand over them, allowing the cogs to glow for a few seconds.
"...Oh my." Origin gasped. If he had a face, one would see the look of surprise. "This is rather interesting..."
"What? What is it?" Chronos was now intrigued. Very rarely was his friend so surprised.
"...Apparently...it's the world that has yet to complete the Trial." The Great Spirit of the Void answered. "The trial involving not just humanity...but the beings, Angels, Devils, and Fallen Angels."
At first, Chronos gave no response. Then, a loud, exasperated and annoyed groan escaped him as he ran a hand down his face. "Of course..." he muttered in annoyance. "It just HAS to be that one, doesn't it?"
Origin couldn't help but giggle at his friend's reaction. It was very rare for souls to still have a purpose, despite having reached enlightenment, but it was even greater for them to still have the right to exist, even in another world.
The world they still had a purpose in was a world that greatly differed from the ones where Spirits normally had their reigns over. Rather, other species and creatures existed alongside humans, the most prominent being those of God's creation, the Angels, those that strayed from his beliefs, the Fallen Angels, and those that opposed Him, the Devils. Long ago, the three races raged a bloody, massive war that had nearly driven them to extinction. Eventually, at the end, a cease fire had been made, and as a result, none of them could instigate another war.
The leaders of these factions did not desire another one. Ironically enough, Chrom found a few beings he could actually respect and get along with, a few of them happened to be the leaders of the Devils.
"Even so, wouldn't it be nice to see your acquaintances again, Chronos?" Origin offered, already knowing the truth.
"They are not my acquaintances. I merely tolerate them, Origin." Chronos rebutted.
"Really?" a teasing grin formed on the Spirit's face. "I seem to recall that one time when that girl, Serafall Leviathan I believer her name was, had somehow coerced you into doing... What did Sirzechs Lucifer call it? Ah, yes, a Super Sentai Pose?"
For the first time in years, Origin saw Chronos' face tinged with red. "I do believe you promised to NEVER bring up such horrible memories ever again." he said, turning away. 'And had I known how ridiculous those poses were, I would have refused to do them with her in the first place!' he mentally added.
"Well, at any rate, Ludger Will Kresnik and Julius Will Kresnik's roles are not quite finished yet." Origin said as he looked at the two cogs. "However, I am curious... Why that world in particular? Our influence there is quite weak in comparison to this world."
"Who knows?" Chronos shrugged, regaining his composure. "Maybe it's due to their bloodline, that they are needed for humanity, or any of the factions to pass the trial. If they fail, it's not just the humans who will meet their demise; it's every being in existence, save for spirits."
"Perhaps..." Origin murmured. "Either way, you are correct. The bloodline of Kresnik has always been the one to bear the burden of completing the Trials."
"So then, will they be reincarnated as humans?" Chronos asked, wondering what sort of life they would lead in the new world they were about to enter. "Or perhaps among the three factions?"
"Human, undoubtedly." the Great Spirit of the Void informed. "However, there is the possibility that they will be reincarnated as Devils, should they perish in this world."
Upon imagining that particular scenario, Chronos actually shivered. "A Kresnik, especially one of their caliber, reincarnated as a Devil and a servant... That is a frightening thought."
"Indeed." Origin had to agree. He knew the full extent of a Devil's capability, even a reincarnated one. If they were to possess a Chromatus...then they would undoubtedly rank as one of the strongest beings, and give even him difficulty. "Still though..."
"Still what?"
"Those reactions just now...you are acting more human than you think." The void being smiled.
In response, Chronos scowled, a blush forming on his cheeks as he turned away, huffing his only response, and his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, be silent."
Origin giggled once more as he looked at the two cogs. "Well then..."
The cogs began to spin rapidly, the cracks of electricity dancing around them while the light within the cogs grew brighter.
It seemed that there was no rest for these brothers just yet...
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Two figures stood facing one another. In their hands were two swords held in a reverse, underhand grip. While this stance may be unusual for some, it felt most natural to the two. One of the figured wore a blue buttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves, a yellow tie, black pants, and white shoes. His hair was messy and white with the right side of his bangs dyed black. His eyes were bright green with a gold ring around the pupil.
The other figure, however, was a shadow. While his outline was distinguishable, the whole upper portion of him was blackened out, save for the white gleam from his glasses.
The first figure shot forward, slamming his blades into his opponent's, sparks flying. The second figure effortlessly blocked the attack, showing no real signs of fatigue or exhaustion or worry. He was a complete blank. Upon seeing this, the first figure leaped back, wanting to gain some distance between the two.
"I see you use the same fighting style..." the second figure observed, his voice cold, smooth like brass. "We're definitely brothers..."
The first figure became tense as he saw the obvious motions of the second, taking a few steps towards his opponent. "And yet..."
"I got all the strength!" He swung his blades fluidly, the other figure barely having time to black them. "Do you honestly think you'll make it through the trial like this?" He threw his opponent up in the air in a upward swing before jumping and striking his opponent.
"Don't make me laugh, Ludger!" The figure was slowly raising his voice, identifying the first figure. Once Ludger hit the ground, the shadow held nothing back as he kept slashing away, not even giving the white haired youth a chance to defend himself.
After one last strike, Ludger was thrown back onto the ground. He pulled himself together and slowly stood up. Striking a glare at the opponent, he rushed in with determination. When he was close enough, he spun around for a backward swing, but he was intercepted by his opponent's balce, parried aside, and kicked away.
"The Trial is cruel."
Ludger slowly stood back up, his body bruised and battered. The unknown enemy charged back at him, the two locked in a constant blade battle. "Unbearably cruel..." he continued as their strikes repelled one another, forcing them back quite a ways. "And people are weak... Weak enough to ruin us all."
Ludger grimaced as he prepared himself for another assault, his blades stretched out before him. The figure wasted no time in continuing the assault, though he himself knew the end result. His opponent was far stronger than he was.
"You will come to understand... This is our curse!" Ludger stayed silent at his words, but still charged in. "The Gears of fate that grant the curse and bind upon us an armor of death!" Julius let him come close before slashing the youth before backing away. "It's a key and a lance that pierces space and time!" Julius performed an upward stroke, but Ludger managed to avoid it.
"Souls encircled that bring out the Void." Ludger counterattacked by striking the figure consecutively, but it didn't appear that his attacks were having any effect.
The branches of history reach out to infinity!" While the white haired youth was stunned, the shadow struck back, inflicting even greater injury.
Ludger spat out blood as he thrown back a great distance, his back grinding against the ground. He tried to stand back up, but his body was so battered and bruised that even his muscles were aching out in pain. Blood dribbled from his chin as he looked up, noticing the dark figure ready to attack... to finish him off. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes glaring out at him.
"Do you have what it takes?!" he demanded as he began his final assault, moving at speeds that would not be possible for humans. "To create?! To choose?!" The shadow delivered massive cuts and strikes, deep gashes forming everywhere without any hope or chance to block them. "Can you handle it?! The destruction?! The decision?!"
The final stroke was delivered. Blood spewed out from his body, visible lines formed from the cuts the shadow made. "Answer me..."
The last thing Ludger saw was light engulfing his body, and the scream that tore out from the shadow as he turned back around, having his back turned to him, and readied his blades to deliver the killing blow. "LUDGER KRESNIK!"
"UUUUWWWWAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!"
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The white haired teen shot upright in bed, his face damp with cold sweat, his breathing heavy. His body still trembled from the horrifying experience within his unconscious. 'What...was that...?' He could barely grasp the idea of his nightmare. but that figure he was fighting. It greatly resembled...
"Meow~!" The sound came from next to him. Ludger turned sideways. His gaze was locked onto a overweight cat with gray and white sure. It's eyes were blue-green, and a black collar and bell was wrapped around his neck.
"Oh, good morning Rollo." He outstrecthed his hand to pet his feline companion, only then did he see the time on his alarm clock.
It was 9:00.
"OH, CRAP!" Ludger cried out in shock as he leaped out of bed. "I'M GONNA BE LATE!" He tore off his pajamas, which was just a black t-shirt and sweats, as quickly as he could before grabbing a pair of black slacks, a buttoned shirt, and a blazer of the same color as his slacks, hastily putting on a red tie and slipping on his shoes before grabbing his bag, which was on his chair.
However, just as threw his door open and ran forward, he was flung back, his body harshly smacking against the ground. "Meow~?" Rollo tilted his head as Ludger groaned, swearing he could see stars. "Ugh..."
"Whoa, you alright there?" a familiar voice said. Blinking, Ludger tried to get rid of the blurry mesh in his eyes as he saw a black hand outstretched before him. "Here."
Ludger's vision finally repaired itself. In front of him was a young man at the early age of 20, two to three years older than Ludger. He had pale green eyes with rings in the center, short brown hair that was styled back neatly, and dressed in a formal outfit, a black buttoned vest over a buttoned shirt underneath, a white coat, and pine-strip black slacks, complete with white, sleek shoes. Sitting on the bridge of his nose was thin-rimmed rectangular glasses, and a black glove covering his left hand.
It was his older brother, Julius Kresnik.
"Thanks, Julius." Ludger took the outstretched hand and his brother hefted him on his feet.
"Just what happened? Were you rushing to get ready because you overslept...again?" Julius smiled wryly, recalling many, many occasions of Ludger's tardiness in the past.
"...Yes..." He sighed dejectedly. How was it possible that he forgot to set the alarm for school...again?!
"Well, it's a good thing I came to get you." Julius said, smiling a bit. "Issei's waiting downstairs for you."
Ludger raised an eyebrow at that. "Are those two idiots with him?" he asked at point blank, and much to his relief, Julius shook his head. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank God..."
Issei Hyoudou had been a good friend of his since childhood. In fact, one could say that were very close to each other, almost on the same level as he was on with Julius. If one had to describe it, it would probably one of those friendships that women would swoon over and fantasize over. Unfortunately, due to a past encounter with some old man, Issei was starting to get a bit curious about women, and it only got worse when he met two perverts in middle school. Thankfully, however, Ludger was able to keep his friend clean, having chased the old man away.
Julius was practically laughing with the way he did it.
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"PEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!"
A child with silver hair shouted at the top of his lungs, surprising all the children around him, and even the old man, who did a comical expression where they would looked shocked beyond belief, lightning flashing in the background, and their body going white. His scream could be heard all over town, and the adults passing by suddenly stopped to look at what was going on.
"SOMEONE!" he continued to scream. "CALL THE POLICE!"
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"Well, you had better get going." Julius said as he stepped out of the way. "There's some toast for you on the counter."
"Thanks!" Ludger nodded as he ran out of his room, grabbing the slice of bread and stuffing it in his mouth as he ran out of the apartment, heading straight for the elevator when Julius stopped him before he could reach it. "Hold it!"
"W-what?" Ludger asked, munching on his toast as Julius sighed, walking up to him. "Did I forget something?"
"First off, don't talk with food in your mouth." his brother scolded him as he walked up to him, his hands at his red tie. "Secondly, learn to tie a knot correctly. You have to look sharp."
"Julius..." Ludger groaned as he took the bread out. "You know how much I hate about dressing up."
"Well, you need to learn to stand it." He reminded. Ludger was going to need to learn how to look professional, especially if he wants to work alongside him in the future.
"Maybe someday." Ludger sighed, deliberately loosening his tie so he could breathe.
"You're impossible." Julius shook his head while smiling. Ludger then checked his watch.
"Whoa, now I'm really late!"
With that, Ludger whirled around and took off, but turned around, slowing his pace. "Oh, by the way!" he shouted to his older brother. "Tonight is margarita pasta with a side of salad!" Having informed what tonight's dinner would be, the younger Kresnik made a sharp turn to the left and jogged down the stairs, wanting to catch up with his friend.
Julius sighed. "Well, he certainly knows how to butter me up..." he chuckled as Rollo stuck his head out the door, peering out with a curious "Meow~"
"And it just might work..." Shrugging, Julius walked back into the apartment, the door closing behind him.
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"Dude, what heck took you?!"
"Gah, really sorry Issei!"
A young man, identified as Issei, stood by the entrance of the apartment complex that Ludger, Julius, and Rollo lived in. He possessed spiky brown hair and brown eyes. He wore his uniform blazer open with a red t-shirt underneath and carried two bags. One was his school bag, the other was his training bag. From the flap of the second bag, a pair of red boxing gloves could be seen.
"You're just lucky I chose to wait for you, since you're my bro!" Issei argued. "Seriously, how do you keep forgetting to set your alarm?"
"Ask me that later!" Ludger shot back as they ran down the street, heading towards Kuoh Academy. "We gotta book it!"
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"Haa... Made it...!" Ludger wheezed as he plopped down on his chair, throwing his head back and staring up at the ceiling while sweat poured down his face. "Damn that was close!"
"No... shit..." Issei muttered as he rested his head against the desk. "Seriously, dude... Get your damn alarm clock set!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The white haired teen apologized. Why is it that he keeps forgetting to set his alarm? Even when he writes a memo to do so? "I'll do it, I promise!"
"You better! I may have some stamina and endurance thanks to my morning runs, but rushing to get here it not easy!"
After a few minutes, class had begun. As usual, the lessons were slightly hard for Ludger. For some reason, he felt unused to the equations and mathematical system being taught. He occasionally asked Issei for help whenever he could. It had been during his free periods that Issei started to mingle with his usual group.
"Yo, Kiba!" Ludger shouted as he and Issei left their classroom, spotting a familiar face walking up the steps. "Wanna join us for lunch?"
"Sure, I'd be glad to." The young man smiled. Yuuto Kiba was an individual who many girls classify as a Prince. With his blonde hair, gray eyes, handsome features, and kind personality, many would agree. During his freshman year in Kuoh, he became acquainted with Ludger and Issei, and eventually grew to be close friends.
Of course, the status of Prince wasn't just given to him. Ludger had no tolerance to idiots that took advantage of women, and was well known for standing up for the weaker kids. His training schedule with Julius was harsh, but his combat skills were more than enough to take care of a few bullies. Issei wasn't quite as strong as Ludger was, but he could hold his own in a fight, and he could be pretty tenacious, never giving up for even a second. Issei was known for scaring off perverts, especially the two he considered to be friends... to an extent, as to ensure they wouldn't suffer the wrath of two certain women with bamboo blades.
Because they were friends, they were unanimously named by all the girls as the Chivalrous Trio. Personally, Issei found that name to be rather ironic somehow, but he had no idea why.
"That's great. Let's go." Issei led his friends to the usual spot where they ate during their break: The Courtyard by the old school building. The two weren't sure why Yuuto wanted to sit in this particular place, but they just shrugged and went with it. SInce then, this area had been the main hangout for the trio. To their surprise, however, there were a few familiar faces waiting to greet them. Issei's face immediately went scarlet red as he tried to avoid eye contact with one of them.
Ludger couldn't blame him. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, from her heart-shaped face to her beautiful long red hair. She was just as beautiful as Milla, and that was saying something. "Yo, boys." the red-haired girl, none other than Rias Gremory, waved at them.
Rias Gremory was from a foreign country, similar to the story that Ludger and his brother had in this world, but that hardly mattered here at Kuoh. She was referred to as one of the Great Ladies of Kuoh Academy, the second being her companion, Akeno Himejima. Akeno had a voluptious figure, much like her friend, except her hair was black, tied back into a long ponytail that reached down to her waist, and a gentle look. However, Ludger could swear she had something in mind. But he didn't know what it was, so he just shrugged it off.
"Ara, so nice to see you all." The raven haired woman smiled kindly.
"Hello, Buchou." Yuuto greeted. Ludger and Issei knew that Yuuto was a member of Rias's club, the Occult Research Club. They didn't know much about what they did, but they do know that many people applied to join, but they were all turned down by the Club President, Rias Gremory.
"Ah, Kresnik-kun." Rias smiled as she greeted the young male. "Hyoudou-kun. Long time no see."
"H-hai, Gremory-senpai!" Issei said nervously. Ludger couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's reaction. It had been no secret that he, like so many others, had a crush on Rias. However, Issei's much... lighter, in comparison to the others. He preferred watching from a distance, and when he could, try to get to know her better, to see what sort of person she was for himself before wanting to make any decision. Unfortunately, with someone like Issei, that made it rather hard, especially when you became tongue-tied.
"It hasn't been that long, Rias." Ludger told her as he put his homemade lunch down. "Only about two days or so."
"I know, but it just felt much longer than that." She giggled as she sat down, Akeno following her.
"So Issei." Yuuto opened up his own lunch. "I heard you're entering this year's mixed martial arts tournament?"
"Yeah!" The brown haired youth nodded as he took a bite of chicken and rice from his lunchbox. "I'm planning on winning this year. That's why I'm training hard!" Issei had a passion for martial arts. He had been entering the annual tournaments for six years straight. His parents were supporting of him in his progress to be the best, as the sport was important to him. However, his mother often worried for his safety, as she did not want him to become punch drunk or worse.
"Exercise nut much?' Ludger joked, earning a mock glare at Issei before he sighed, slumping his shoulders before smiling.
"You might be right... To be honest, I can still use some training. Still, Ludger, I've been meaning to ask you something... Whenever you train with Julius-san, you always use two swords, and hold them in a reverse underhand grip... Why is that?"
Ludger paused. That fighting style had been taught to him by Julius, a fighting style he had adapted and grown used to. It was the fighting style he felt at home with, the fighting style he trusted. Of course, he also learned to incorporate it with his knowledge of using a staff or sledgehammer, courtesy of Leia's teachings, and then adapting it to the use of dual pistols, having been taught by Alvin.
"Julius taught me it," he finally answered. "It just feels natural to me, I guess. You'd have to ask him where he came up with it."
"I see..." Yuuto nodded in understanding before he caught Issei starting to salivate. He knew why. The aroma radiating from Ludger's lunchbox was absolutely delicious. "Ooh, something smells good..."
Everyone was now staring at the mesmerizing meal in the Kresnik's hands. It was Mabo Curry, cooked to perfection. As a side dish, rolled of crisp, buttered rolls were neatly tucked in. Pieces of fried chicken sat next to it, finally, a side of tomato salad was positions at the opposite end of the bento box.
"Ara, Kresnik-kun's cooking too so savory as always." Akeno giggled.
"H-hey...I'm not that good of a cook. It's just something I whipped up." He rubbed the back of his head in modesty.
"Not that good of a... that is a lie and you know it!" Issei shouted in disbelief. "I know for a FACT that you're the captain of the cullinary club and that every woman in this damn school wants to get a taste of at LEAST one of your dishes!"
And that particular fact... was actually true.
"...Okay, you got me." Ludger raised his arms in defeat. "But it's not like I just deliberately draw attention to myself, you know."
"Yeah, but still...You have a good reputation of being a chivalrous prince of justice, and a cook whose work is fit for the Gods." Issei pointed out with his exaggeration.
"Isn't that going a bit over the top?" Yuuto sweatdropped.
"Kiba, have you TRIED his cooking?!" the brown-haired fighter asked.
The blonde haired boy shook his head. "No, I have not had the pleasure."
"Then here." Ludger took one of the bread rolls and dipped it in the curry. He offered it to the blonde teen. "Have some."
"Are you sure?" Yuuto was unsure if he should just accept the offered food.
"Yes."
"Well, if you insist..." he sighed, giving in to the demands and taking the bread roll.
He took a bite out of it.
"Well?" Issei asked eagerly, a grin forming on his face.
"...The woman who marries Ludger will be a very happy bride indeed."
"Hah! See? I told you! That's how good my bro's cooking is!" Issei laughed.
"Seriously Issei, do you always have to brag about this?" Ludger sighed, having no desire to be at the center of attention.
"But it's the truth!"
"Ufufu..." Akeno giggled into her hand. "I've always wondered why the two of you are so close."
"Well, we're childhood friends." Ludger explained. "Which is a good thing, considering if I wasn't, Issei would be a breast-obsessed idiot."
In response to the insult, Issei comically face-faulted, erupting laughs from everyone.
"Did you really have to bring that up?" The boxer questioned with a twitching eyebrow.
"Well, it's the truth, isn't it?"
"Maybe but you didn't have to tell them so bluntly!"
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After school, Ludger and Issei parted, the two going their separate ways and making their way back home. The white haired teen headed for the supermarket, saying he had to buy ingredients for tonight's dinner while the brown haired teen headed straight home.
"I'm home!" Issei shouted as he closed the front door behind him, placing his shoes on the floor and slipping off the tie and jacket.
"Welcome home Issei." A female voice greeted him. A woman popped her head from the kitchen doorway. She was in her late thirties but her cheerful demeanor made her seem younger. She had long brown hair tied into a ponytail and bright, brown eyes. She was currently mixing ingredients into a bowl.
"Did I miss anything?" the boy asked as he stepped into the kitchen, seeing a man on the couch reading the newspaper.
"Nope," his father answered. "Other than your mother making her speciality dish." he smiled after that. "So, what's the occasion?"
"It's for Issei's victory in the preliminaries!" SHe smiled.
"Oh yeah!" Issei's father remembered. "That was a great match son. Wished I caught it on video."
"Don't worry about it so much, dad!" Issei waved it off, smiling back. "Still, that was a tough round. Didn't think he'd go for the shoulder with that roundhouse kick."
It was true. Issei had only taken up martial arts around two or three years ago, yet he still considered himself an amateur, despite being a two-time champion.
It was this year that he is trying to be a third-time. He has been training hard, and he had to thank Julius and Ludger for their help. The regiment had been brutal, but it brought results. The more he thought about it, the more excited he feels fighting in the ring.
"Oh, before I forget!" Issei's mother said as she recalled something from this morning. "I got a call from Irina-chan a while after you had left! She said she might be coming down sometime before Summer Vacation to visit you."
"Wait, really?!" the boy asked, his eyes widening.
It had been so long since he heard from Irina. And the last time that he saw his childhood friend was when he and Ludger were in grade school. It would be nice for the three to catch up and hang out like old times.
"That's great! I can't wait to tell Ludger!" Issei was definitely excited.
"Well, she said it was a possibility. Don't get your hopes up, son." His father told him.
"Yeah, but it's been so long since we've seen her!" Issei said, trembling from the thought of seeing his childhood friend. "Man, I wonder how tall she's gotten?" He then dipped his head in thought, his arms folded over his chest. "Has she grown out of her tomboy phase do you think? She was pretty cute to begin with, so..."
"Oh my..." Issei's mother giggled. "Issei, I are you actually showing an interest in girls?"
"Hey, at least now we know he's straight." his father said. "I don't rather like the idea of him hanging out with those perverted idiots. It's among the many things I am grateful for that Ludger is his friend."
"Ugh, you too, Dad?" the teen slumped. "Okay, I admit, Matsuda and Motohama are idiots... and gluttons for punishment when they try to peek on girls, but they're pretty good guys at heart! ...Most of the time, anyway."
"See? Even you have some doubts about them." His father argued. "But that's just like you, trying to believe that people are good."
"Indeed, Issei." His mother nodded. "While It's a kind trait of you, you must understand that not everyone is like that."
"I know, I know."
"So, onto other topics..." Almost instantly, a perverted grin formed on the man's face. "Have you found yourself a girl yet, Issei?"
"D-Dad! Why are you asking that?!" Issei retorted, his cheeks tinged with pink.
"By your reaction, I assume not." His father sighed and shook his head. "Am I ever going to be a grandfather?"
In response, Issei face-faulted, elicting a laugh from his mother.
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Elsewhere, somewhere in the west, there stood a large church, much larger than the ones people would usually seen. One could easily mistake it for the size of the catholic church in the Vatican in Rome, if one did not recall the details.
Inside, a young girl was sparring with another. They were in their early teens, and each was wielding blades. The first girl had brown hair done in pigtails, falling to either side of her face, while her opponent, also female, had short blue hair, a dash of yellow in her bangs.
"Not bad..." the blue-haired girl said as she placed some distance between them. "I see Maxwell has been teaching you well."
"Coming from the top student, I take that as a compliment!" the girl said happily. "So... should we stop here for today?"
"I guess it's about time to take a break. We'll continue in a few minutes." The other girl said as she put her own sword away, wrapped in a bundle of cloth.
"Thank goodness. I could use a breather." The twin tailed girl sighed as her sword transmuted and wrapped around her left bicep like a bangle.
"I have to admit, I hadn't expected you to make such progress." the girl said as she walked over to her. "Then again, when you train under Maxwell, one is bound to succeed."
"Heh, true that, Xenovia." the pig-tailed girl giggled. "Still, I can't keep up with you, or that Sword of Destruction." A second later, she pouted. "Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Holy Sword Wielder."
"I disagree." the girl named Xenovia shook her head. "If you weren't, then you wouldn't be given the Sword of Mimic."
"Yeah but, your skill and Maxwell's skill greatly surpass my own."
"That may be. But you are still learning, still improving. I'm sure you will be able to match, even surpass us one day." The blue haired girl reassured.
"You should listen to her, Irina." a familiar voice called out to her. "You don't hear Xenovia giving people pep talk. I'd say the Underworld is probably in the middle of an ice age."
"And what are you implying, Maxwell?" The blue haired girl turned her gaze to the newcomer. Irina turned to face her as well. The person standing by the entryway was a young woman with light brown hair with blonde highlights at the tips and ruby red eyes. She possessed a voluptuous and athletic figure, which was emphasized by the black battle outfit she wore. It was not unlike a body suit, but possessed a short skirt and shorts underneath. A one-handed sword as sheathed at her hip.
"Oh please, Xenovia." the girl said as she waved her hand around. "The day I hear you giving someone a pep talk is usually the day when all of Hell breaks loose."
Xenovia's eyes became daggers as she glared at the woman, reaching for the sword on her back. The girl laughed at the site, holding up her hands. "Whoa, easy now! It was a compliment! Sheesh!"
Irina couldn't help but giggle at the sight, Xenovia still glaring at the woman. "What are you doing here, Maxwell?"
A sigh escaped her lips. "Irina, I've told you before. Just call me Milla."
"B-but, you're the Top Class Exorcist-in-training! I have to show you respect!"
"Well, I'm not a fan of being too formal. Just calling me Milla is fine. No need for honorifics." Milla waved it off.
"But...but...!"
"I said it's fine. Geez. Don't worry about it."
"You may as well give in, Irina." Xenovia told the girl. "She just doesn't like formalities, much less honorifics."
"Exactly." Milla nodded. "So, how was training?"
"Eventful. Irina is growing stronger by the day. It won't be long before she will be ready for the Exams."
"That's good to hear." Milla nodded in approval. Irina had definitely had come a long way since she learned from under her tutelage. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was a child who could barely hold a sword properly. Now she is standing toe-to-toe with a skilled exorcist like Xenovia.
"Still, her foot work could use some improvement." Xenovia added. "She focuses too much on her blade than evading enemy attacks."
"I prefer facing them head on!" Irina chirped with a grin, causing Milla to chuckle.
"Regardless, dodging is needed." she told the girl. "It keeps you alive. Well, anyway, moving away from training, how are you two doing?"
"I'm doing just fine." Xenovia answered. They had been doing well for quite a while. Aside from normal assignments of dealing with strays, they had nothing else out of the ordinary.
"Me as well!" Irina grinned. "I'm planning on visit a friend of mine back at Kuoh, provided work doesn't get in the way."
"Oh?' Milla inquired. "By any chance, is it a boyfriend?"
"Wh-what?!" The brown haired girl squeaked, her face flushed in bright crimson. "I-it's not like that! He's just a childhood friend! Same with my other friend!"
"Oh, so you are two-timing." Xenovia stated bluntly, though she herself did not know the meaning behind those words.
Almost instantly, Irina's face exploded into a new shade of red. "IT ISN'T LIKE THAT! B-BESIDES, I DON'T LIKE LUDGER THAT WAY! I HAVE FEELINGS FOR ISSEI-WAIT, NO! THAT ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!"
"And she just admitted her feelings..." Milla and Xenovia deadpanned.
"Mou…WHY DO YOU GUYS HAVE TO MAKE FUN OF ME?!" She whined.
Though Milla and Xenovia were laughing, the girl couldn't help but feel something click inside her mind when she heard the name Ludger. 'Why does it sound so familiar...' she wondered before shaking her head. 'I shouldn't dwell on such matters for too long.'
"Well, I think we've teased her enough." Milla said. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Not at all. In fact, I was wondering where our abilities stand now." Xenovia grinned as she grasped the hilt of her wrapped sword, the cloth dispersing.
"It has been a while since we last fought." Milla agreed, unsheathing the sword from her hip. "It's been what? A year since we last sparred?"
"Correct."
Irina immediately jumped back, and the bangle around her bicep uncurled and slithered into her hand, forming into a simple blade. "I'm fighting both the top student and the strongest student in the Academy..." she whispered to herself as a confident grinned formed on her face. "I won't hold back!"
"Then let us begin!" Milla announced as her sword glowed brightly. The three made no pause as they rushed in at the center, their swords locked in a three-way clash.
Xenovia's blade, alongside that of Irina and Milla, was a Holy Sword. However, this was no ordinary blade imbued with the power of light... this was a blade forged from the most holy sword of all: the Excalibur. Her blade was the sword of destruction. Any that touches it's blade shall be obliterated. Irina's was a blade of mimicry, able to form into a bangle and revert back to a blade in little time.
As for Milla's blade...
It was a sword that radiated the same Holy aura, but at a greater intensity. It was a one handed sword with an ornate, black and golden guard that was similar to that of a rapier. The hilt was a velvet red and the pommel gold. The blade held a unique design as well. It was black at the base before transitioning to a blood red at the tip, the edge was a gleaming silver, almost as white as snow. At the base and tip of the blade was a pattern of an extended fairy wing.
It was the holy sword wielded by the first Holy Roman Emperor, Charlemagne: Joyeuse.
Three Holy blades, all of which either a fragment of Excalibur or a blade forged in the most sacred light... such blades are only granted to those worthy of them.
And the clashing swordswomen, Milla, Xenovia, and Irina, are of those worthy few. They were gifted with the capability of wielding such holy weapons from birth, and have been part of the Vatican's greatest warriors.
When Xenovia and Milla clashed, a shockwave emerged, nearly sending Irina off of her feet. The blades grinded against each other, light burning against light, and both women fighting for dominance.
"Heh, I can see your control over Destruction has improved." Milla grinned at her friend.
"Indeed. And I see your skill hasn't dulled either!"
The two leaped back, though Milla was quickly sent to the defensive as Irina leaped at her, her Excalibur grinding against her own blade. The exchange was hot and fierce, with irina using her slim body and speed to furiously attack the enemy, while Milla defended against each strike perfectly, moving away from any strikes that would have injured her.
"Nice reflexes Irina. Your speed has definitely improved." Milla complimented before grinning even wider. "However..." The aura around Milla's blade glowed furiously. As Irina swung once more, the long haired swordswomen parried the strike and pushed her back. "Your attacks are still too light!"
"Waaah!" the girl was sent flying, her body soaring through the air. However, she quickly regained her balance, flipping in the air before landing back on the ground, preparing for another strike. "I'm not finished yet!"
"Oh, really?" The blade of Joyeuse begun to glow. Milla rushed towards irina, her sword lowered. But once she fell within range, she dealt a devastating upward stroke that pushed the Mimic wielder into the air.
"Distall Nova!"
Xenovia took this opportunity, and charged forward, the blade dragging behind her. "Don't you dare forget about me, Maxwell!"
"Of course I didn't!" Milla spun around quickly and raised her hand in front of her, her palm glowing brightly.
Xenovia's eyes widened in surprise. She recognized that technique it was...
"Lunatic Sting!" Spears of light shot out the rune circle made by Milla's hand. They flew in an organized fashion, poised to skewer the enemy.
"Che!" Xenovia growled as she swung her blade, destroying the spear before she was forced to block against Milla's attack.
"No one said you would be using your Artes!" Xenovia argued the swordswoman. Milla merely smirked.
"Well, no one asked. So I assumed it was okay."
Once Xenovia got in close, she swung the blade with all of her might. Milla blocked the attack, but the force behind the strike was enough to send her back, feet skidding across the ground.
"Still, with power like that, I don't think you should really be complaining." Milla shook her hand a little bit to get some feeling back. The last strike was actually numbing.
"You and your Artes are annoying." the other girl huffed. "How exactly you can perform them is beyond me."
"Didn't they teach you about the concept of artes and how people can use them?" Milla asked. How is Xenovia unaware of this?
"Maybe, but I fell asleep during that lecture." She stated bluntly.
Milla sighed, shaking her head. "Why do I even bother? Honestly, whoever marries you will probably the most unfortunate man on the planet."
And cue the tick mark.
"And just what are you implying, Maxwell?" Xenovia asked dangerously, her eyes glaring heavily at the woman. At the sight of the hostility, Irina began inching back.
'Oh boy...' she thought in horror. 'They're about to go at it!'
Already aware of the impending disaster, Irina took shelter behind one of the pews. Whenever Xenovia and Milla fought like this...it was anything but pretty.
"I mean what I mean." Milla returned the remark with a glare of her own, the aura around her sword seemed to intensify. It's light illuminating the room.
Xenovia's Excalibur had done the same, but the size of the aura was much larger. The glowing lights grew until they engulfed their wielders, who didn't seem to notice.
However, just as the two were about to go at it...
"Ahem."
Immediately, the light died down, and the girls stopped to see a woman tapping her foot against the concrete, her arms crossed over her chest. Her beauty was almost godly, but her gaze was equal to that of a Devil.
"Miss Maxwell..." Milla gulped loudly, sweat pouring down her face. "Xenovia..." The blue-haired girl paled as she took a step back. "Care to explain what you were just about to do?"
The two swordswomen quickly lowered their blades. Their heads slowly and rigidly turned to face the speaker. They silently prayed that it wasn't who they thought it was. But their hopes were soon dashed.
"M-Miss Griselda..." Milla stuttered. She was truly fearful for her life at this moment
"I hope the two of you weren't planning on doing what I think you were..." the woman, now known as Griselda, asked.
Griselda Quarta. She was arguably one of the most talented, as well as most dangerous Exorcists the Vatican ever had. Though she was close to retirement, she had taken up the role of teaching the future generation, and as luck would have it, she took in Xenovia, and taught her everything she knew.
It was actually because of her that the girl gained the right to wield an Excalibur.
"N-no! That wasn't it at all!" Milla tried to diffuse the situation. "We were just caught up in sparring that we didn't notice ourselves releasing our aura, right Xenovia?"
"Y-yes! That's correct." THe blue haired girl nodded, not wanting to face her guardian/teacher's wrath if she knew the truth.
"Oh, really?" the woman asked almost coldly. "If that is the case, then perhaps I need to teach the two of you better to control that aura of yours." An annoyed expression crossed her features. "Need I remind you of what happened the last time you two went all out? And the time before that?"
The reluctantly recalled the previous times they fought without restraint...and it leveled the training grounds of the Vatican...twice! Instead of the wide, green, open fields that exorcists would spar in, is now a desolate crater.
"Now then..." The smile on Griselda's face was still present. "...Let us go. You lesson begins very shortly."
The two paled to the extent that their complexion turned stark white.
"...We're totally screwed, aren't we?" Milla asked her friend.
"...I do believe we are, Maxwell."
From behind her hiding spot, Irina sighed in relief. "Thank goodness..." she muttered. "I thought they were about to have another repeat!"
"Miss Shidou!" Griselda called out, causing the girl to squeak in response. "You are joining them as well."
"W-what?!" the girl cried. "Why!?"
"For one, you did not try to diffuse the situation." the elder Exorcist stated. "Secondly, I was watching your training with Xenovia. You're swordsmanship is lacking, and your footwork is in dire need of improvement. Agility is all well and good, but without strength, that is meaningless."
"Mou...That's exactly what Miss Milla said..." Irina sighed.
"Well she is correct." Griselda agreed. "Without proper power and skill, you will not be able to defeat beings stronger than yourself."
"Best prepare yourself, Irina." Milla warned her. "I get the feeling that today's lesson is going to be... rather brutal."
If the smile on the woman's face meant anything, they were about to learn that it would be a major understatement.
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Back with Ludger, he was currently in the apartment's kitchen, fixing tonight's dinner while Julius was at the table, fiddling with what appeared to be a pair of twin matching pocket watches, one silver and the other gold.
"So how was school today, Ludger?" The elder Kresnik asked his brother.
"It was the same thing. I'm just glad Issei and I made it on time." Ludger answered as he stirred tomato sauce.
"Well, you two wouldn't have had that trouble if you set your alarm on time." He joked as he turned the screw within the silver pocket watch.
"I know, I know."
Ludger sighed at his brother's remark. Honestly, it wasn't his fault!
"Say, Ludger."
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever thought about getting a part-time job?" Julius asked, turning away from his work. "With those cooking skills of yours, you'd make a killing at a cafe or even a restaurant."
"I was thinking about it..." Ludger stopped stirring the sauce and went back to boiling the pasta. "But I still want to work alongside you at Spirius, Julius."
At the mention of the major national company, Julius' gaze became cold for a moment. "Are you really set on that, Ludger?" he asked. "You are aware that the jobs Spirius takes on are quite dangerous... especially when it involves Strays."
"..." Ludger kept quiet as he was deep in thought, his hand stirring the boiling pasta. He was well aware of what Spirius does. To the public, it is a corporation that specialized in food stocks, housewares, weapons manufacturing, research and development, etc. But that was only known to normal society. In reality, Spirius also deals with affairs of the supernatural world. Everyone with the company is aware of the existence of Monsters, magic, Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels, mythical creatures, Gods, etc. Their tasks within this division is to handle jobs assigned to them from any of the factions. Whether it is the retrieval of a magic item or protection from enemy factions, these agents were trained and equipped to handle anything. That includes dealing with Stray Devils, devils who have killed or left their masters and roam freely killing to their hearts content.
At first, he really didn't believe in any of it until Julius asked him to come with him for a mission to deal with a Stray Devil by the name of Xeros.
His hand unconsciously went to his wrist, where it had nearly been cut off. Had it not been for the medical advancements Spirius had made, one would have seen a scar from the wound.
That day was forever etched in his mind. At first, he was downright horrified that he nearly lost his hand that day. But it also gave him a sense of caution. To be aware of your surroundings. To not lose focus for even a second. To not grow reckless and arrogant. To remain calm and collected even in the face of danger.
"...I am..." Ludger finally answered as he scooped up two servings of pasta onto two plates.
Julius said nothing at first, even as the plates were placed on the table. Finally, he sighed. "I'll guess and say nothing I do will change your mind?"
"No. No it will not." Ludger answered. He had brought the salad over to the table. "Julius, I know you're worried about me, but I won't be a kid forever. I have to learn to make my own choices and take responsibility for them."
The man couldn't help but sigh again. "Good grief. The fact that you are as stubborn as me just scares me sometimes."
Ludger cracked a small smile as he brought the rest of the food over. Rollo mewled as he walked over to them, taking his place on Julius' lap. "Say, Rollo." the man smiled as he petted the large creature. "You think you should get some food too?"
"Meow~!"
"On second thought..." Julius amended his statement as he looked at the cat's form. "Maybe we should get you some diet Kitty Crisps. at this rate, we're gonna have to lift you from the knees, big boy!"
"Meow..." As if in response, Rollo hopped off of Julius's lap and made his way over to his food bowl.
"I guess Rollo isn't willing to accept your advice." Ludger joked.
"I'm just looking out for him. He shouldn't blame me for trying to help if he gets too fat."
The two brothers laughed at their jokes before diving straight into dinner.
"By the way, Ludger. I heard from Issei's mother that supposedly Irina is coming back."
"Wait, for real?" the boy asked, surprised lighting up over his face. "When?"
"Sometime before summer, but I don't know all the details. Of course, she did say that it would involve her not getting work, so who knows?"
"Work? What do you mean?" Ludger raised in eyebrow. What type of job did his childhood friend have?
"I have no idea." Julius answered. "Although... I think it might involve the Vatican, considering her father is an Exorcist."
"Oh, I see." Ludger nodded in understanding. He was aware that the Shidou Patriarch was a man whose duty was to slay stray devils and mythical creatures that threatened innocent lives. It had been about 9 years since Irina and her family moved away. And just a few years ago, he was surprised to have learned that she chose to become an exorcist herself.
"She's still young, so I doubt they would assign her high difficulty missions." Julius assured him when he saw the worried look on his brother's face. "I also hear she's friends with the Top Exorcist in training. Milla Maxwell, I think her name was."
"Ludger?" Julius frowned when he saw a look of apprehension and shock on Ludger's face. "Ludger, you okay?"
"Huh?! Y-yeah...I'm fine." He waved it off. Julius was skeptical, but eventually shrugged and resumed eating.
Ludger on the other hand, didn't touch his plate. His mind was racing. 'Milla...Maxwell...?' Not matter how many times he searched the deep recesses of his mind, he couldn't find any memory of someone like that. Yet...why was the name so familiar to him?
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In another part of the city, specifically at a large, rundown church, four figures were gathered. Not much of their features could be seen, all save for the black wings on their backs.
"Ugh, what a dump!" the youngest of the group complained, bearing blonde hair. "How come we have to stay here?!"
"We don't have much of a choice." the sole male of the group spoke. "This is the only place where the reach of the Gremory and Sitri clans in their territory."
"I'm afraid I will have to agree with Mittelt." the oldest female said. "This place is in dire need of renovation."
"Really?" the third female asked. "I find it to be rather comforting. Kind of reminds you of someplace where people can find peace and not have to deal with bastards."
"Only you would find a rundown place like this comforting, Raynare." The eldest female stated.
"So what, Kalawarner?" The female, Raynare retorted. "It's just my own preference."
"I still think it's a dump!" Mittelt growled. "Why the heck are we even here?"
"Azazel'sama's orders are to observe a human who may or may not possess a powerful Sacred Gear." the man stated. "I must admit, this Sacred Gear must be something if Azazel-sama asked us to look into it."
"Do we know what the Sacred Gear is?" Raynare asked curiously.
"No, unfortunately not. To make matters worse, an agent of that corporation is here as well. Even worse, he is a Kresnik."
At this, the females were stunned to silence. They were aware of the affairs of the Spirius Corporation, as they held business with the Grigori before. They acknowledged the fact that the agents of that corporation had great combat skills. However, the news of a Kresnik being present within this town disturbed them.
"...Do they possess a Chromatus?" Kalawarner asked.
The man, whose name was Dohnaseek, shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that he is a member of Spirius. That alone makes him dangerous.'
"Greaaat..." Mittelt whined. "So we have to deal with some nameless shmo who's got something big, and a damned Kresnik. Fan-freaking-tastic!"
"Do we know who possesses this sacred gear?" Raynare asked.
Dohnaseek nodded. "A human by the name of Issei Hyoudou. I must admit, the boy is rather impressive. he is a two time martial arts champion, and currently running for three-time."
"What is it with you and sports, Dohnaseek?" Kalawarner asked.
"I find it to be impressive. After all, only those born of God's make could create such fighting methods. A shame we can't linger for too long, otherwise I would have loved to see it in action for myself."
"Exercise nut..." Mittlet muttered, earning a tick mark from the man. "I heard that, you little bat."
"Bleh!" The young girl stuck her tongue out in response, which only fueled the man's ire.
"So how are we going to handle this, Raynare?" Kalawarner asked her companion.
The woman placed a hand on her chin in thought. "With this being the territory if both the Sitir and the Gremory, we will have to be careful, especially since we also have to deal with a Kresnik."
"So then..." the older woman said as she placed herself atop the rim of a bench, crossing her legs. "How do we make contact with the kid without arousing suspicion?"
"Direct confrontation." the girl answered. "I will have to limit my power as much as possible."
"I see. So you plan on hiding in plain sight and make direct contact with the boy?" Dohnasheek inquired.
"That's right. And I have just the idea…" Raynare grinned.
To Be Continued…