This is a trial chapter of a crossover of For Honor and High School DxD.
I'm getting some help from Slim A Lou Prime so props to him for helping out. I'm going to be updating this sparingly as I focus on other stories. This might be more of a summer story rather than a school year story so expect more updates in like June and so on until school starts up again.
Moving back to the story, this will be somewhat similar to Slim's story of Son of Fire, as in Factions. The Iron Legion will not be working directly for the church as I'm pretty sure they have Olympic sized swimming pools of blood on their hands' thanks to the War of Wolves. If some of you are curious, I might do some harems. That is a pretty big might.
Despite this taking place in Japan, I'll be focusing more on the Knights rather than the Samurai (or as most people like to call them, weebs. But I am not some of those people, so I object to calling them that.), though I will include characters from the other factions. And be on the lookout for some easter eggs and little references here and here.
Disclaimer: I do not own For Honor or High School DxD.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Centuries ago, the world used to be a more violent place. Where only strength and numbers determined who would survive and who would fall into dust. Three factions knew this better than most and understood the hardships and consequences of war better than any.
The Knights, Vikings, and the Samurai. Three factions that once lived in relative peace, until a cataclysm brought these three to their knees. What were once marveling civilizations, were reduced to rubble, and those who survived had to fight for the scraps of their past.
The Knights of the Iron Legion were unconquerable. Leading them were the Wardens, Conquerors, Peacekeepers, Lawbringers, Centurions, and Gladiators. These heroes stood proudly among their people, battling for duty, honor, and peace. No longer. Their ways forever lost and their stories now told as nothing more than legends and fairy tails of men in shining armor, rescuing the damsel in distress atop a tower, riding a white horse into battle against dragons and monsters.
The Samurai of the Dawn Empire were disciplined and lethal. Their heroes were the Kensei, Shugoki, Orochi, Nobushi, Shinobi, and Aramushas, and they were as deadly as the day was long. The once disciplined warriors are no more, their people, despite their best efforts have been unable to recapture the warrior spirit they once possessed. Just as the Knights fell into ruin, so too did the Samurai.
And lastly were the Vikings, these ferocious warriors was the forefront of combat and battle. The fiercest among them were the Raiders, Warlords, Beserkers, Valkyries, Highlanders, and Shamans. The lands these people once held with an iron fist are no more, nothing but forests and ice covered ranges. They people they once raided go on unopposed, flourishing without threat and expand unchallenged. And so, the last of the three factions vanished from the world.
But like the stories that told of their fantastical exploits, not everything is as they seem.
"How long do plan on doing that?" asked a woman, watching a seventeen-year-old boy train with a longsword.
The young man paid little attention to her as he went through the steps of using his sword properly. Standing at around six feet in height, short raven black hair with some hints of silver, lightly tanned skin, and amber irises. He had a muscular physique, nothing overly dramatic like how some body-builders are completely ripped, but definitely muscular. He was wearing a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and grey and white tennis shoes.
In his hands was his favored sword, and a gift from his mother. A custom made five-foot longsword. It was specially made, a black and gold handle that reached about ten inches in length, with a spiked pommel topped the handle as a custom guard divided the handle from the blade.
It was specially made, the two crosses were curved away from the handle and towards the blade, painted black and fashioned in a way to resemble a dragon. Small spikes went down the backs of those dragons. The main guard was a mixture of gold patterns and black metal, at the center was a gold skull with ruby eyes that seemed to glow while a larger ruby was placed bellow, closer to the blade.
The blade of the sword itself was unique. Near the guard, the blade started out as a serrated edge, going down about ten inches before smoothing out. The majority of the blade was a dark grey, accented by several gold stripes that ran down the length of the sword. The sword was affectionately named Unwaking Nightmare. While he didn't choose the name, he got over it quickly.
It was a sword that held a great amount of emotional value to the young man, even as he swung it harshly around, sometimes swinging it with one hand and other times with both.
"Most guys would be outside, hanging out with friends, playing video games, maybe make out with their girlfriends, but here you are, training in the garden of your parents villa like your going to war," the woman joked, "You should be concerned about high school grades and getting out, not just-Dom, are you even listening to me?"
Stopping in his stance, Dominic Blackstone took a deep breath to steady his rapidly beating heart while he took hold of the blade near the guard in his left hand while he used his arm to brush away some sweat. After removing his arm, he could see the woman in question. A girl about five feet ten inches, and around his age stood about a few feet from She had chocolate brown hair, the brightest blue eyes a person ever saw, near flawless skin, and a rather appealing hourglass figure.
Her attire consisted of a sports tank top, some sports shorts, and tennis shoes. If Dom had been any other guy, he would be thinking some very imaginative things.
Behind here was a massive mansion. It was his family's and has been ever since his ancestors moved to American from Germany during the colonial days. It was a bit difficult, but knowing and serving with a few presidents during the revolutionary war tends to give a person benefits.
"I wasn't necessarily ignoring you, just wanted to keep practicing is all," replied Dominic evenly.
"Yeah, yeah," replied the girl, rolling her eyes, "Now will you tell me why is that you're here swinging a sword around like a knight when instead you could be hanging out with people your own age. You know, like normal teenagers?"
"Given our families, Jordan, we're pretty far from being considered normal," replied Dom, "besides, you're one to talk since the last time you hung out with civilians was about two years ago."
Jordan sighed, "You could expand your social horizon. Just saying."
"No, you just want me out some days so that you and your friends can have a party here, you know what happened last time mom and dad found out about your party. It's a known fact that Peacekeepers have a tendency to live life on the edge."
"It was well worth it," smirked Jordan, "but seriously, if you won't hang out with normal people, then why not other Knights or even Vikings or Samurai?"
"It's kinda hard to make friends when your family was responsible for nearly annihilating the three factions," answered Dom dejectedly.
Jordan saw the look and her expression fell. She knew what he was talking about and to be honest, she couldn't really blame him. Knowing that words wouldn't really help, she walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, one which he returned with his right hand since his left still held his sword, "You can't be afraid of what other people think just because of your family. You might be my adopted brother, but you're still my brother, through and through."
"Thanks, Jordan," thanked Dominic after a moment.
"Seems you two are doing well," said a voice behind them.
Breaking away and looking towards the source, Dominic hastily willing his sword into its invisible form. Since he wasn't sure who it was, he didn't want to risk explaining to some random person why he had a sword that looked like it belonged in hell in his hand. But since he tried to hide it so fast, he accidentally cut his hand open, a deep cut but not enough to require stitches.
However, it seemed like it was someone that the family was rather familiar with.
Standing before them was a man, about a head taller than Dominic. He was wearing a dark green jacket, white undershirt, and dark blue jeans. His hair was medium length, light brown, and deep green eyes.
"Sir Connor," greeted both teens respectively as they both knelt before him.
Connor only smiled in response, "Rise Dominic and Jordan, there is no need for formalities. Besides, it that any way to greet your uncle?"
Both teens rose up, Jordan having a big smile on her face as she went over to hug her uncle while Dominic went over shake his hand. It was only then Connor noticed Dominic's injured hand, "You alright there, kid.
"It's fine, I've got it," assured the young man, realizing his injury. Resummoning Unwaking Knightmare and planting it in the ground. Focusing on one of his feats, a common ability among the Knights, Vikings, and Samurai which can range from a number of effects and enhancements, a green aura surrounded Dominic's body, the wound in his hand began to close up in mere seconds.
Once the wound was done healing, Dominic gestured for his sister and their guest to follow them into the mansion. Once inside, he leads them to a living room area where the trio took a seat. Dominic taking an armchair, Connor sitting on a couch while Jordan sat down on the arm of the couch.
"I assume this isn't a social call?" guessed Dominic as he leaned into his chair, leaning his sword against a nearby wall.
"Not entirely," replied Connor as he leaned back into the couch, "Just got some news that I think you'll be surprised with. You've been given your own territory."
That caught the teens attention as his eyes widened.
In all intensive reasons, past and current, for him to get an area of the world to defend was practically something he would have never seen coming. In fact, it was practically the last thing he expected. In the years that followed, the Knights, Vikings, and Samurai continued to exist in secret, safeguarding the world. Territories would act as checkpoints for the factions' fellow heroes and warriors, and nowadays, even refuges for other faction warriors.
Back during the dark ages, heroes from different factions would only come across each other in combat and in only extreme events actually work together to survive for only as long as it was mutually beneficial. However, while the faction war went on in secret, the creation of the United States essentially put an end to that. While the Knights did claim the U.S. as Knight Country, the country had accepted immigrants from across the entire world that it kinda became pointless. In short, the U.S. is technically Knight Country but is viewed as the first Uni-Faction Country on record.
While the Second World War did put some tensions between the Knights and Samurai in the Pacific, the affairs were put aside when the war ended and life continued. Japan actually became a Uni-Faction itself shortly after the war. However, it was not just human affairs that had the factions focus and drive to protect the world.
However, that was not Dominic's focus as he was still trying to process what he just heard. Jordan, on the other hand, was ecstatic as she lept off the arm of the couch with a cheer and rushed over to her brother to pull him up into a hug.
"Dom, you've got your own territory!" cried the Peacekeeper in training, hugging him tightly.
"Yeah," replied the Knight before finally shaking himself out of his stupor when Connor stood up before him.
"Your parents had to pull a lot of strings to get you this, they figure you deserve it, to prove that you're not her blood," cautioned the massive man, "Do you accept?"
"Hell, yeah I accept," replied Dominic without hesitation.
"Good, however, there are some conditions that you should be aware of," advised Connor as he reached into his coat and pulled out an orange envelope.
Dominic narrowed his eyes at the article before reaching and taking it. Jordan hung close by to see what her brother was going to get and where he was going.
"Understandably, the other faction leaders were a bit hesitant to give you a territory," began Connor.
"Can't exactly blame them," snorted Dominic wryly as he opened the envelope.
"So, to get you your own territory, you won't own it by yourself, you'll be overseeing it, along with two others. One from each of the other factions," explained the Knight.
Pulling out the papers inside, Dominic was given a summary of the members that would be joining him. One was a girl from the Samurai faction. The picture provided displayed her facial features, barely tanned skin, flawless facial features, save for a small scar going across her left eye. Her hair was an incredibly deep purple while her eyes were a bright green.
Looking down the file a bit more, he saw more details about the woman. Standing at about five foot nine, and weighing about 110 pounds. The file said that she was an Orochi, her mother was a Nobushi, born in Japan, whereas her father was a regular civilian from England. After getting married, they moved to England where they had a daughter. Her mother wanted the father to name her so Elizabeth was her name.
It wasn't unheard of for Knights, Samurai, or Vikings to marry regular people, it just came to be difficult to explain the whole situation about the world as a whole. However, I wasn't paying much attention to those details, as my eyes wandered back to the picture of Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth Braddock," identified Jordan, snapping me out of my trance, "Strange name for an Orochi."
Moving to the next file, I got an idea for the Viking.
Eirik Ragnar.
Eirik was a total giant, standing at least six feet nine inches with a weight of about 251 pounds. He had messy blonde hair, a stern expression like it was carved out of stone, which could be just for the picture taken. He had pale blue eyes. From the description provided, Eirik was from Norway and looked to be about seventeen.
The file also provided the detail that he was a Warlord.
From a strategic point of view, the group of three was pretty well rounded of speed and strength. However, even with that, there was still the issue of the location where his territory would reside. Flipping to the final page, Dominic was given the name and address where he and the others would be protecting. And the place was not completely unfamiliar.
"Kuoh, Japan?" asked Dominic incredulously, looking at Connor, "Isn't that Devil territory?"
"It is, however, that is not the reason," explained the Lord as he turned his back away from Dominic and Jordan, "The days of our secrecy are coming to a close."
"What?" asked Jordan extremely surprised, "What do you mean?"
It was no secret that Knights served the Catholic church back in medieval times, however, the Iron Legion was slightly different. By slightly, the whole Legion was excommunicated from the church. While most members of the Vatican and the church as a whole have long forgotten the existence of the Iron Legion, the entire excommunication was created a sort of facade by God as a way to create a sort of elite guard for humanity. The Iron Legion would answer directly to God or Saint Michael The Arch Angel. Anyone else and any other angel would just view them as rogues.
"Recent years, the existence of the Knights or the other factions and their pantheons have been nearly discovered," Connor paused allowing the gravity of the situation to set in for Dominic, "Your mission while in that territory is to safeguard the people. In case the devils in Kuoh prove to be a danger to the mortal world. In Kuoh, you and your allies will be attending an Academy as part of your cover."
"Where will we be staying?" asked Dominic as he placed all the sheets and files back into the envelope and resealed it.
"Ms. Braddock has relatives in Kuoh. Her grandparents to be precise and before you ask why aren't they looking after Kuoh, they were, they're now retired. Which is where you come in," explained Connor before Dominic could ask, "I'd advise you to get a job while you're there, as should the others. Are you prepared to take this burden, Warden Dominic Blackstone?"
"I will, with all that I am," answered the young Warden.
"Then go pack your bags and gear. Your plane leaves tomorrow," with that Connor saluted the young Knight. Dominic reciprocating the gesture. Stepping back from each other, the experienced warrior left the two siblings.
"Guess we should have seen this day coming, huh?" chuckled Jordan as she rubbed her left arm awkwardly.
"Yeah," agreed Dominic, not entirely sure what to make of the situation.
Both being Knights of the Iron Legion, they knew that they might get separate on missions, they just didn't think it would be so soon. For what it was worth, they appreciated each other.
"I guess I better go start packing," suggested Dominic, he made to go retrieve Nightmare but didn't make it two feet before his sister suddenly grabbed his arm and spun him around to pull him into a hug.
Initially surprised, Dominic was frozen for a second before he returned the embrace.
"Try not to have too much fun without me, Dom'," teased Jordan, as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Please, if Kuoh is anything like I've read, I'll consider myself lucky I don't start a fight."
24 Hours Later and one Plane Ride
Kuoh, Japan
"So this Kuoh?"
Dominic was now standing on top of a hill. The hill itself was actually part of a large building in Kuoh where he and his two partners would be attending; Kuoh Academy. The plan was for Dominic to meet up with the Elizabeth and Eirik at the Academy where they would then go to Elizabeth's Grandparent's house. While being in Japan, languages weren't going to be an issue as Dominic was fluent in several different languages, a trait shared among the Knights of the Iron Legion, especially the Warden who were known to be excellent diplomats.
Outside the school grounds was a taxi that held all of the belongings Dom would need. A down payment of 5,539 Japanese Yen, which amounts to fifty dollars in US dollars, convinced the driver to wait in place for an hour and another tip for a few extra passengers.
The trip was rather short notice, but that didn't stop Dominic from getting cleaned up. At the moment, he was wearing a black jacket, dark blue jeans, a white shirt, black combat boots, and a pair of mirror sunglasses. The sunglasses were to cover up his eyes as the unnatural amber-orange color of his irises drew more attention than he preferred.
It was a common trait among his true family. Jordan was not his actual sister, nor was Thomas Ademar and Jacklyn Ademar his parents. He was adopted. Dominic Blackstone, the sole member of his family that still lived, as far as anyone knew anyway. However, many members of the other factions were rather distrustful and suspicious of him, and he couldn't really blame them.
It was his family, the Blackstone Legion that nearly plunged the Three Factions into annihilation, but, it was also for another reason they were wary of him. Ever since he was little, he could feel the power of his ancestry course through his blood, through his soul. He may have been an Inferno Knight, but he was also something much more.
In the palm of his hand, a small orb of mist formed. It seemingly glowed a yellowish gold while black mist evaporated. It stayed for a moment before vanishing into the air. Dominic narrowed his eyes at his hand, grimacing in discomfort as a medallion, one that bore the image of a sword plunging into the ground, the blade becoming tree roots while two castles flanked it on both sides, a star and crown were placed above the guard of the sword, pulsed lightly, suppressing the dark power.
It was there for a reason, and to be honest, while he didn't really like, he knew why it was there.
Little did the Warden know that the bell for the school rang and from the doors, swarms of students emerged. The majority of the students were girls, while a low percentage of them were boys, both wearing similar uniforms, the only difference was the boys wore pants while the girls wore skirts. Dominic ignored them for a while as took out his phone to look at the time. While he was doing this, several groups of girls noticed the Knight and were immediately lovesick from how handsome he was.
"Who is that!?"
"I don't know. Never saw him before."
"I didn't think we found someone who is hotter than Kiba."
"Do you think he came here to transfer?"
"If he does then it will be heaven."
"Please, God, don't tell me the reports about this place are true," muttered Dominic to himself as he read the file about Kuoh and prayed that it was exaggerating.
"Hey, you!" someone, a boy if Dominic could guess, shouted at him.
Glancing up from his phone, he looked to his right to see through male students glaring at him for some reason. One was bald, another had glasses, and the last had brown hair and had his blazer and button shirt open to show his red t-shirt.
"Can I help you?" asked Dominic, speaking in Japanese as he knew that they wouldn't understand him if he spoke in English.
"Yeah, you can get the hell out of here!" shouted the bald one.
"Yeah! We already have one Casanova here we don't need a second!"
"What? Why? I haven't done anything," argued Dominic, falling back to his instincts to try and settle this calmly.
"You are a thorn in our dream!" the brown hair boy shouted.
"That being?" asked the Knight.
"Our dream of getting a harem and becoming Harem Kings!" the brown hair boy shouted with much enthusiasm.
The bald one raised his fist in the air, "Seizing boobs and looking at asses is what make life worth wild!" As the girls were greatly disturbed by this, Dominic was not showing his increasing anger, and instead uttered one word.
"What?"
"So get the hell out of here!" demanded the glasses teen.
'Fuck, so the reports are true. The majority of the male population here are perverted assholes, with overinflated egos and delusions of grandeur, and more often than not, have their heads stuck up their asses,' thought Dominic and coming to the conclusion that talking isn't gonna fix this.
"For all your interest in becoming what can essentially be boiled down to as pimps, I really don't see why I should move. I'm pretty sure I would be doing the women population of Kuoh a favor if I stayed," mocked Dominic as he turned his back to them and took a few steps away from them before stopping.
"What did you say?!" demanded the students wearing glasses.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Your dream as you so affectionately placed it as, will be all for naught."
"What?!"
"You'll try to become harem kings, but you'll only do it once. You might get the girls, you might get what you want, but it will be all hollow," explained the Knight as he flipped his phone in his hand, "And you won't get very far with your current actions."
"You think you know a better way?" challenged the brown haired boy.
"When my mother raised me, she gave me an important piece of advice that I took to heart. She said that it would help me find the right girl for me," continued Dominic as if he was never interrupted, "you wanna know what that was?"
The three boys looked on in confusion, "'Manners maketh man,'" Said Dominic finally before glancing over his right shoulder as he ran his fingers along the sides of his phone, feeling the stainless steel casing of his iPhone 6, "You know what that means and how it applies here?"
"Get to the point," demanded the bald boy.
"You wanna know how it works then? How about I translate it for you so you can better understand it," said Dominic ominously.
Faster than anyone could blink, the raven-haired teen spun and hurled his phone right at the center of the brown haired teen's forehead. Dominic wasn't worried about damaging his phone, mostly thanks to the stainless steel case that holds the phone. Spinning through the air like a throwing star, one of the rounded corners of the cellular device impacted with the teen's forehead and ricocheted of straight up.
The teen was instantly knocked back as he tettered and fell onto his back while the bald and glasses boy watched the friend fall back before them, nearly unconscious.
"Issei!" cried the bald teen.
Watching them with growing anger was Dominic who held his hand up and falling out of the sky was his phone that fell right into his hand. Catching it, the young adult began strolling to the two boys who turned their attention away from Issei to look at the approaching teen.
"Now that I have your attention," drawled Dominic as he put his phone in the inside pocket of his jacket and stopped about a foot away from them, "Are we going to stand here all day? Or are we gonna fight?"
"You bastard!" shouted the bald teen as fury burst inside him. He pulled his fist back, intending on aiming for Dominic's head, however, the young adult easily avoided it by leaning back and pushing it aside so that the bald boy's fist would smash into the glasses boy.
The punch collided with his jaw, and since the bald boy wasn't holding anything back, he actually knocked a tooth of his friend's mouth.
"Motohama!" cried out the bald teen.
"What the hell, Matsuda?! You're supposed to hit him, not me!" shouted the glasses.
"Not like it would do him much good," mocked Dominic.
Fury burst into the two boys as they both charged at the Knight. They both raised their fists this time, but Dominic blocked both their punches before countering with a punch to their exposed sides. Issei was just sitting up to see Dominic suddenly grab both Matsuda and Motohama by the back of their heads and proceeded to smash them into each other. Both were clearly dazed as Warden suddenly shoved them apart so they would fall to his right and left.
"Motohama! Matsuda!" shouted Issei.
"Yes, they told me their names thank you," stated Dominic, not really caring if they had a concussion or not. If anything, the concussion might actually help them.
"You bastard!"
Dominic rolled his eyes as he opened his left hand and caught Issei's fist. Twisting it around, he heard Issei cry out in pain but it didn't last as the teen landed a massive gut punch to his stomach, actually causing the boy's feet to leave ground. Issei was suspended in the air for about half a second before he landed on his face in the dirt.
"Loser," muttered Dominic as he walked back to where he was originally standing and resumed waiting for Elizabeth Braddock and Eirik Ragnar. As Issei and his friends were tasting the dirt, the nearby girls all began gossiping about what just happened between them and handsome stranger.
"Did you see that?"
"He took the Perverted Trio like they were nothing."
"Not only he handsome, he's super strong and put them in their place."
"I wonder how big his muscles are?"
"I would love to feel them wrap around me."
"You know, gossiping about someone is not a good way to get on their good side!" shouted Dominic, causing the girls to jump in surprise that he heard them.
"But it does give some insight into who a person is," said a female voice behind him. The voice spoke in English and had a British touch to it.
"But he does have a point," added another voice, this one male and gruff.
Turning around, Dominic saw his two new partners. Wearing a black motorcycle jacket with dark purple highlights that hugged her curves and did very little to hide her bust, as well as a pair of jeans and leather boots was Elizabeth Braddock. Her hair was finely brushed, but was extremely curvy, like it flowed through water constantly, but all did was add to her beauty.
Behind Elizabeth was Eirik Ragnar. He was much larger in person, powerful arms and a burly build. He wore a simple grey and light green sweatshirt, a pair of worn jeans and heavy boots. In his right hand was a large chest with wheels while slung over his left shoulder was an extremely large duffel, which Dominic could only assume contained his clothing.
"Elizabeth Braddock and Eirik Ragnar," greeted Dominic, as he stepped towards them, his right hand going up to remove his glasses while he prayed they wouldn't be too unnerved by his orange amber eyes, "Dominic Blackstone, pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," replied Elizabeth as she shook Dominic's hand, but became a little lost in his eyes, not because of their color, well, maybe a little, but not for the reason you would think. She could see so much more to them, an extremely caring person who had the unfortunate luck of being born into a greatly disliked family, "Nice eyes."
"Nice hair," complimented Dominic genuinely, he would've gotten lost in her own eyes but remembered Eirik was there and went to shake his hand, "Nice to meet you."
"You anything like your family?" asked Eirik right off the bat, catching him off guard. The Warden was silent for a moment before he answered.
"No."
As the three were speaking, the girls took notice of Eirik and were quickly stunned by his appearance.
"Oh my God! There's another!"
"I feel like I am in heaven!"
"I wonder who the girl with the purple hair is."
"Who cares? Look at the muscles on that guy. He looks so strong."
"Indeed, but who's the girl? And how did she make her hair that color?"
"Does she know either of them?"
Ignoring, or more likely, noting the comments being said, Elizabeth looked over Dominic's shoulder to see the three boys groaning on the ground, "What happened to them?"
"Oh, that, well," began Dominic as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "you know the reports that the majority of the male populous in Kuoh are a bunch of perverted assholes who may have their head stuck up their asses for the majority of the time? Well, major understatement. These three saw me as a threat to their dream *throws in air quotes with his fingers* and-"
"Tried to attack you and you retaliated by kicking their asses?" finished Eirik, raising an eyebrow. Dominic nodded, still scratching his head but was pleasantly surprised when the Warlord dropped the handle on the chest and extended his hand and had a small smirk, "Something tells me we're gonna get along just fine."
Dominic returned the smirk and shook Eirik's hand.
"Shall we, boys?" asked Elizabeth, gesturing for them to leave.
"There's a cab waiting for us at the entrance. I'm sure you saw it," began Dominic as he and Eirik were about to leave with Elizabeth when a voice stopped them.
"Hold it!" shouted Issei, causing the three to turn around to see him standing back up.
"You know, standing up is not a good idea after receiving a concussion. However, in your case, it might actually help you. You know, make you see that your dream is all hollow," joked Dominic, causing Elizabeth to giggle and Eirik to chuckle.
"Shut up!" snapped Issei as he ran up to him and tried to punch the Knight, but Dominic caught the hand and proceeded to flip him around.
While he was flipping Dominic swung his left arm low at his legs, sweeping them out from underneath him. Suddenly lunging forward, he smashed his shoulder directly into the center of Issei's back, sending him flying into the fence a nearby tennis court that was on the school campus. Slamming into the fence, the boy fell down and groaned in pain as Dominic straightened himself out and adjusted his jacket as he put his sunglasses back.
""Issei!"" shouted both Motohama and Matsuda in unison as they saw their friend get pummeled.
"Thank you saving me the trouble of having to introduce all three of you," mocked Dominic, "Eirik, Elizabeth, this Motohama and Matsuda. Together with their unconscious friend Issei, they form 'The Perverted Trio!'" To add insult to injury, Dominic added a little hand wave, mocking them even more, causing the two boys to glare even more at him.
It was then an idea popped into his head, and one for Elizabeth's sake as Dominic figured that more than a few boys at the school were having perverted thoughts about her, "I've already introduced myself to our crowd. Would you like the honors of doing the same for yourselves?"
"Aren't you the gentleman?" laughed Elizabeth as she playfully shoved Dominic's shoulder while Eirik chuckled sinisterly as he dropped his duffel bag and chest.
"This is gonna be fun," chuckled Eirik as he cracked his knuckles.
"Hey! Our business is with you, not this guy! Though, we can't really complain about getting into business with her," said Motohama, a perverted grin spreading across his face when he saw the approaching Japanese girl.
"Please, as if you could handle this much woman," taunted Elizabeth, her good mood gone as she readied herself.
"I'll take baldy," growled Eirik as he approached Matsuda.
Matsuda tried charging, and threw his fist out, punching Eirik right in the stomach, but the giant didn't even move. If anything, the bald boy was now holding his wrist in pain as he felt like he just punched a brick wall. Using this chance, Eirik grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him into the air. Holding him there, he landed a brutal punch to his stomach.
Dropping him back to his feet, Matsuda stumbled as he tried to keep standing, but this would be for nothing as the Warlord suddenly grabbed him by his shirt yet again, this time, pulling him into his shoulder so that Eirik would flip him over his shoulder so that he held him up in the air. Holding him for a moment, Eirik proceeded to slam him back down in a way that knocked all the air out of his lungs.
"Take it like a man punk," stated the giant as he stepped over him to retrieve his belongings.
Motohama and Elizabeth were squaring off.
"Hey, I don't want to hurt you, but I wouldn't mind getting my hands on you, beautiful," flirted the glasses teen.
"Trust me, you really don't want me to get my hands on you," stated the purplette as she suddenly dashed forward faster than he could blink.
Close the gap in a fraction of a second, Elizabeth was already on him. If any other girl had thrown herself at Motohama, he'd feel like he won the lottery, but in this case, all he felt was pain. And not the good kind. Flipping around, Elizabeth scissored her legs around the teen's waist, maneuvering herself so that she would grab his arm. Taking hold of the limb, she pulled with all her might, flipping Motohama onto his stomach while simultaneously throwing herself in the air.
Performing a corkscrew in the air, she flipped around before angling herself so that her heels were aimed right for the center of his back. She landed right on him, causing Motohama to cry out in pain but was quickly silenced as Elizabeth grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back while planting her left heel on the back of his neck.
"I think you've made your point, Elizabeth," called out Dominic, knowing that she could kill him if she hadn't restrained herself with that flip, "he's beaten, you don't need to break him. Besides, from the looks of the male populous, you've made it clear that you won't take shit from anyone. Besides, we need still have to meet up with your grandfather."
Letting out a sigh, Elizabeth released Motohama, not before stepping on his head and making her way towards Dominic and Eirik who had reclaimed his belongings.
"Not too shabby back there for a Warden," complimented Eirik as he walked beside Dominic to his left while Elizabeth walked to the right of said Warden.
"Not bad yourself," returned Dominic, "I'm certain John Cena would approve."
"You're not like most Warden's, you're a bit more fun," noted Elizabeth as stepped a bit closer to Dominic, "That makes you alright in my book, Dominic."
"Sometimes being different can make all the difference," replied the Warden, "and call Dom'."
"Only if you call me Betsy," shot back Elizabeth as she looped her left arm through his right. Dominic glanced over at the Orochi but seeing the content look on her face stopped him from asking her to let go.
Despite himself, Eirik could only snort in amusement. The two literally met five minutes ago and they were already acting like they knew each other for years. When he finds a girl, he's gonna try to make an effort to get to know her first.
As the trio were leaving for the waiting taxi, the female students had all begun to start texting messages to friends about what just happened. Some were even able to get a picture while one managed to snag a video of thehole thing. This was something they had to show their friends.
Later...
inside an old building, a group of teens were standing around two people who were sitting on the couch apart from each other. One girl had long crimson hair was drinking her tea while a blond hair male, a short white hair girl, and a long black hair girl stood right behind her. On the other side, a girl with black hair and glasses was sitting while with a group of girls behind her. Each of them had a different hair color.
The redhead lowered her cup and place on the table, "So Sona, I guess the reason for your visit is about the unknown power we felt just a couple of hours ago?"
"Yes Rias, have you determine what or he it is yet?"
"No, you?"
"Unfortunately, not a lot. All we have are rumors and a picture that Momo has from one of her classmates of the three possible candidates."
"Three?" Rias raise an eyebrow.
"Momo...," requested Sona glancing back.
A white hair girl with blue-green eyes came forward and pulled out a picture of three unannounced visitors that came today.
Rias picked the photo up and narrowed her eyes, "It's one of these three?"
"Yes," Sona adjusted her glasses, "We have no information on them since they not a part of our school; however, rumors has it that the Perverted Trio fought them, but lost miserably. Witnesses overhear the names of these three. The burly one is named Eirik Ragnar, the girl is Elizabeth Braddock, and the young man wearing the sunglasses is named Dominic Blackstone."
Rias sighed as a response, "Why must the boys in this school be perverts?"
"I wish I knew, Rias."
A silent atmosphere filled the room as the blond hair boy chuckled nervously as girls just sigh. Ever since Kuoh became co-ed, perverts flock here like crazy. The boys of the first years had proven to be the worst of the worst especially three, in particular, the Perverted Trio. It's nearly been a full year and those three have been nothing but trouble.
Rias sighed before returning her attention back to the photo again, "I suppose you want our assistance in finding these three?"
"Correct. We can't allow an unknown force roam freely in our territory."
"Alright."
"Thank you, Rias. Good day," thanked Sona before she got up and headed towards the door along with the girls that were with her.
The long black hair girl notice Rias was still staring at the photo, but her attention was more focus on the teen with the sunglasses, "Ara ara, something caught your interest, Buchou?"
"No time for your jokes, Akeno. This is a serious problem. We must know if these two boys and the girl are friend or foe. Search the city and if you come across them watch them then report back to me."
"""Aye, Buchou!""" the three shouted
Outskirts of Kuoh
"So, your grandfather is your mother's father, and is a Kensei," recalled Dominic as he carried his luggage which consisted of a trunk that was held in his right hand, a duffel bag in left, and a large rucksack which hung from his shoulders.
"Yeah, Musashi Yamada was a general in the Japanese Army for a while, but during the Second World War, rejected the current ruler and helped the U.S. as a captain before he transferred to the 442nd Regimental Combat Team," supplied Betsy as she walked beside Dominic. She wasn't carrying anything as her belongings had already been shipped to the home, courtesy of her grandparents.
"Sounds like a leader I could get behind if I was a Samurai," commented Eirik as he continued to lug his belongings.
The group continued on their current path until they came across a large stone staircase. Looking up the way, they saw several men running away from the house, a look of fear in their eyes. The young warriors were about to drop their belongings before they saw the numerous cuts and bruises that littered their bodies. A few other men were half dragging themselves away from the house. Or rather a dojo from the look of things.
"Let this be a warning to never again cross Musashi Yamada," warned a powerful voice from the top of the stone staircase. A distinct Japanese accent accompanied his words. More thugs ran out in fear, not even bothering to try anything with the arriving teens.
"That must be mister Yamada," mused Dominic as he adjusted his grip on his bags.
"I'll go first," suggested Betsy as she took the lead. Dominic and Eirik followed behind. After a minute or so, they came across a large building. It looked similar to how a stereotypical dojo would in a movie about feudal Japan. The grass was evenly cut, the bushes were also finely trimmed. The Dojo itself was a large, three-story building with two smaller buildings that served as storage equipment housing, on the left and right. Behind the main building, towards the back garden and training area was a guest house that could easily accommodate up to five people.
The dojo had an excellent view of Kuoh, and given that its owners were members of the Samurai and had looked over this city for many years, it would make sense that they would require a view of the whole city while also remaining semi-close to it.
Standing on the front step was a tall man. He had a strong posture, even with his back turned to them. He was wearing an old jacket, a pair of dress pants, and some shoes. His hair was greying, but still had some of its original black colors. Resting on his shoulder was a long Nodachi. From what Dominic could see, it had white fabric strips wrapped around the handle, a bronze accent that was placed halfway down the handle while some sort of symbol was etched into the blade.
"I must applaud you for your bravery, but not your intelligence," said Musashi as he flipped the sword off his shoulder and held it tightly in one hand, "No matter how many thugs you bring, I will never surrender this dojo."
"Still as stubborn as mom said you were, grandad," said Betsy loudly, whilst leaning to the right and placing her hand on her hip.
Almost immediately, Musashi turned around, giving the trio a look at his face. It was aged, not surprising to say the least, but for someone to have served as a General for Japan before World War 2, one would think he would like far older. But instead, he looked to be in his seventies. A bushy gray mustache was placed on his upper lip while his steel eyes locked onto his granddaughter.
"Elizabeth!" greeted the elderly man as he lost all previous stoic behavior as a huge grin spread across his face, dismissing his Nodachi before he threw his arms up into the air like he was preparing to give her a hug as he walked down to greet his granddaughter, "You're here!"
"Just in time to see you cleaning up the place," teased the Orochi as she approached and was pulled into a near bone-crushing hug, "speaking of which, what was all that?"
"Bah, some punks called the Bloody Hounds, supposedly the most dangerous gang in all of Kuoh," explained the elderly Kensei, "thought I would be an easy target to shake down and use the Dojo as an HQ."
"Pretty sure they didn't get the memo that you're a decorated officer of two different armies."
"That would be an understatement," snorted Musashi. Noticing Dominic and Eirik standing behind the purplette, waiting patiently for her to introduce them, "who are they?"
"Oh, right," remembered Betsy as she turned around to introduce both her new partners, "grandfather, this is Dominic Blackstone and Eirik Ragnar."
"Thank you for having us, Mr. Yamada," greeted Dominic as he extended his hand.
The Kensei eyed the extended appendage with a look of suspicion, which was not unexpected. Most Samurai were rather shy around unknown people, given their secretive nature during the early years. But once you got to know them and they you, they would be extremely friendly.
"Forgive me for my hesitance," said the Kensei in a level tone, all the previous kindness to his granddaughter gone in favor for an aura of professionalism as he reached out took the hand, "I've read a good deal about you."
"I've come to acknowledge my family history," said the Warden as he let go of the Kensei's hand, knowing full well that even over several centuries, the three factions were still wary of the Blackstone Legion, "I don't blame you for being cautious. If I was anyone else, I would likely be the same. But just so you know, I am not the same as my blood family. I want to be better than them."
Silence prevailed for a moment before Musashi nodded, a small smile forming on his weathered face, "Maybe you will be."
With that, he turned to Eirik who had dropped his bags for the moment. He could still carry them, for hours in fact. He just found it unnecessary at the moment.
"You're a Warlord if I've ever met one," commented Musashi as he took the Viking's hand and gave a firm handshake.
"How could you tell?" asked the burly giant, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"A good warrior can tell by how another carries him or herself," answered the veteran warrior, bestowing a bit of wisdom, but then added in humor, "Plus I read your file as well."
"Funny," snorted Eirik as he crossed his arms, "Real funny."
"So, where are we staying?" asked Betsy, knowing that they should probably settle in with their belongings.
"There's a guest house in the back that will be your home here," answered Musashi as he turned his back to the group and began to lead them around the dojo. The dojo itself had an excellent view of Kuoh while also being a good distance from the city itself, which made sense as Musashi and Naomi were the protectors of the city for many years, in secret despite the presence of devils, "your grandmother, Naomi, owns a mall nearby. Since you'll be needing a day job, she'll be able to set you up with something. You'll be attending Kuoh Academy but in a few months, waiting list and such. But will give you time to get the lay of the land and settle in."
"Thank you very much for doing this, Mr. Yamada," thanked Dominic as he carried his belongings.
"Don't thank me yet," cautioned the warrior as he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at each teen in the eye, "I'm pretty certain you know about the Devil faction here?"
"First thing I noticed," commented Eirik, knowing that it was the main issue of Kuoh.
"The devils are relatively inactive, keeping to themselves. But make no mistake, don't give them a reason to get curious of you lot. Your mission will only be harder to keep an eye on them," cautioned Musashi, "there are monsters in the forests and in hiding throughout Kuoh, eliminating them will be a secondary mission while here."
After giving them his warning he directed them to the back garden when the guest house would be their new home, "Your belongings are already inside, Elizabeth. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask," and with that, Musashi left the three warriors.
Now alone, Elizabeth, Dominic, and Eirik all looked at the house in minor pride. Seemed like they were real warriors now.
To Be Continued...