I do not own Highschool DxD or any of its creators' content. Duh. I'm not attempting to be blasphemous, the religious elements and characters are not related to anything IRL and any resemblance is merely a coincidence. By the way, I'm sorry for the trainwreck of a grammar that was in chapter 1, I'm not native to an english speaking country so it is hard to be 100% accurate. I'll try to spell check more thoroughly. After a burst of inspiration I decided to continue this ficm but it is hard to make any plot relevant with a character that is one of the strongest with almost no build up to it and no barriers blocking him from further progression, but I'll still try my best.

"Heyyy" -Normal speech

[bruh] -Powerful speech

Okay, I'm currently standing in the middle of a forest clearing with god opposing me. He vaguely told me about different kinds of martial arts and in which situation they would be useful. Right now is a sort of demo match between me and him, no magic, just equal physical strength. I got into my typical pose, head behind arms, and my arms rotated 90 degrees towards him. Hands/palms relaxed and not forced into knuckles. This is meant to possibly catch an opponent's own hand during his strike and beat him down. This had been drilled down to me in BT and it proved effective during company spars. Legs station in a sturdy position which will not put me off balance. Left foot in front and right foot behind it ready to deliver a powerful kick. What I was taught in Hand to hand combat is to always be alert and not let yourself be hit anywhere outside your hands.

For example. A punch to your body can easily rupture any of your vital organs, kidneys, liver, stomach are very vulnerable. You need to always be ready to bring your knee up to block a kick/blow or bring your hand down. The main point of this pose is to be ready to intercept opponents' limbs and grapple him down. Most of my moves are focused on breaking limbs. If I manage to grab his arm, I'll need to do an upwards kick into the elbow. This will practically disable him. Unlike movies where MCs survive limbs torn off and win battles. A lost limb, either from a damaged nerve or a bone fracture ends the fight immediately. Also unlike different kinds of martial shows, 1v1 fights last less than 10 seconds. Whoever gets the first successful punch in is a defacto winner if you know how to capitalise on it ofcourse. I have been taught how to defend against enemies with knives, handguns and other melee weapons. What I was told is that I'm unlikely to win a fight, so if confrontation comes to be, I can quickly parry the hand holding a knife and run away. With a gun it is different. If he sees you and you are more than 3 meters away from him, you are dead. The only way to win is to ambush your opponent. The difference between army hand to hand combat and other martial arts is that there is no show off moves, no back flips, no elongated and complicated set of moves. It teaches you the quickest way to defeat/disarm your enemy. I'm pretty sure I will be soundly defeated by a trained martial artist, be it a karate master who can kick and punch me into the ground, or a jiu jitsu professional who is far more superior in grappling than I am. But this is all on a ring with nothing else but your clothes. I can quickly take out my survival knife. Or flash in my concealed carry. Throw sand in his eyes, find a glass bottle and break it over his head. Anything goes.

Here I'm clearly at a disadvantage. Clearly this man had a millennia of experience under his belt and he definitely knew a thing or two about proper martial arts, otherwise he wouldn't be as strong as he claims to be.I have to assume the worst odds since underestimating your opponent is always worse than overestimating them. Worst case is he perfected all martial arts available and can read my movements like I'm a rowdy toddler.

"Good thinking Dio, your assumptions are all correct, but never think you don't have a chance against something. No matter how small the odds are for you, they are still there." God encouraged me. Not helping. If my assumptions are correct then I'll get beaten down in no time.

3, 2, 1. And signal.

I dashed for him. I can't let him process his moves as that is an integral part of any martial arts. I proceeded to attempt a high kick to his head while my left hand was winding back for a nut tap. He blocked my foot inches away from his face and caught my hand with his free one. The wind from my kick blew behind him parting trees and cracking a boulder. I used my right arm and went for his face as both of his hands were busy but was too late. God slid his foot behind me and tripped me. I fell back but managed to twist and face the ground with my hands. Before the impact I kicked off with my other leg from his blocking arm and did a roll away from him. All of this in a span of a second. This body truly moves fast but my cognitive functions can still process it. I looked stupored. God didn't even look winded and his tuxedo didn't have any dirt marks from my shoe.

"That would be a good maneuver for an opponent that outmatches you, but you don't use your natural 'supernatural' strength. Your kick had a planned distance and ended up falling short of a full force. I know that if you fully committed to the kick then you could have ended up with a vulnerable body with not enough time to withdraw it. There is a way out through such a situation. A second follow up. What you did with your hand compensated for your lack of force, but it mostly works for opponents less skilled or observant than you. Don't worry. My reaction time and consciousness of my surroundings comes with experience which I will give you plenty of." So what he is saying is that there is no short way around this. I have to really train for a century to get on his level. Honestly, in the officer cadet academy, our instructors were very strict and talented but they had to time crunch as they had other classes and duties. Their effectiveness also decreased due to BT taking up only a few years compared to a millenia I'm expected to compare too. Well, it will come with experience after all.

Off topic but I noticed some VERY peculiar things. What god described me about this world sounds like an anime I used to watch a few years ago. Highschool DxD, yeah THAT anime. Where power scale only depends on how MC feels, honestly, and breasts play an actual role in the main plotline by giving Issei actual superpowers. I know right? Well, I don't have a very good memory of it. I mostly remember the main characters and the basic progression of events. I know there is a manga of it as well and novels with extra info and characters as well. But I didn't bother with reading all of it.

This whole year has been hell, I've been kicked up and down Eden without sleep. It's weird to get used to, gods naturally don't need sleep, instead they rely on magical storage for energy. If only I had that power during the long hauls on the 747 when I was a reserve officer. But no sleep meant twice as much training. I would complain, but I know this is making me stronger and God is definitely preparing me for things to come.

Today I'm supposed to be learning basic magic casting. During breaks from physical fighting, god taught me magical theory, and how to channel it properly. Turns out I got extremely lucky on my first day by using such complex magic and it not blowing up in my face. He just told me purely about the 'human version'. I found out from him that different pantheons have different kinds of magic. As an example he told me that the devil's magic purely relied on imagination and abilities gifted by Lucifer himself to the 72 angels, while humans rely on pussy calculations. God told me that he won't teach me heavens magic or any other until I finish with human magic. I could have scoffed at that. Literally all other magic types are superior to humans. One of the biggest downsides I saw with it is the cast delay due to you having to process all the calculation. It wasn't very hindering to me since I had a very good knowledge of physics and mathematics. This is a requirement to become a fighter pilot, or any kind of pilot in the military due to multitudes of tests.

"Again, you are supposed to imbue the circle with calculations, not plug them in." God corrected me. What? Those are the same things.

"Don't these two words have the exact same meaning?" I repeated my thoughts aloud.

"Just feel for it, try a little different approach." God explained to me. I guess I'll try. What I had been doing is imagining a circle. Just doing that sort of creates an empty shell where you can stick your math and intentions in. I just imagine those calculations inside my magic circle and then it fails. What am I doing wrong? What is the difference between imbuing and plugging… ... O h. I'm a retard.

I formed another magic circle and carefully weaved in my calculations and intentions this time. And surprise surprise? It glowed and started rotating. YES.

"Good, good, now channel your inner reserves into the circle."

Okay, I mentally grabbed the greenish ball of energy inside myself and tore off a chunk. Then I just let it flow through me and channelled it out of my hands. The circle glowed even more and a torrent of fire came out… Well, not a torrent, more of a lick of fire. Still a success.

"YES, I'M A FREAKING WIZARD!" I couldn't hold my excitement. I DID IT.

"Now, now little Dio, there are other elements and utilities for human magic." He said with a very fake smile. And then proceeded to open a portal which spewed out hundreds of books, each thicker than five inches. I got work ahead of myself. He clearly saw the shock on my face and laughed.

A decade passed. And god told me that I'm more or less competent in hand to hand. I'm still miles behind god himself but I can already compare to other supernatural beings. At the same time, while I'm less skilled at magic than most others who use it due to them either having a natural connection to it, or having centuries of experience using it. But I make up for it with the sheer potency of my power. And I mean, let's say for example me and a two winged angel have a spear throwing competition. She would form a normal three meter long spear. While I, using the same amount of power compared to my reserves, I would form a THREE KILOMETER ONE. God told me some mumbo jumbo about him being oh so great. But I'm not one to complain. Since my grasp on magic is a little unstable. He decided to put a seal on me. Sort of like a safety lock on a firearm. I can flick it off in case of emergency but even then I'd rather not to. I'm eternally grateful for this seal. Now I can't accidentally destroy a country.

Why am I saying this? It's not like eden is populated or is material at all. Well, God thought that I needed to experience the actual world and live in it. Wow, this makes me sound like a neet. So, I packed some food, water and clothing, along with a foldable tent and a sleeping bag. Now I'm ready.

Oh wait, I need to switch my appearance. People of the 17th century are not like modern ones and I don't know what they will do once they see Jesus wielding magic and doing the wine trick. Okay. I will attempt to stay close to my appearance in the mortal world. Light brown hair going down to my shoulder in a ponytail. That was my hair before I had to shave it off. It is very uncomfortable having long hair in a helmet after all. I decided to braid the sides of my hair on the temples. Not too long, just down to my chin line. And of course I modified my face structure a little. Giving me that eternal serene look on my face with my eyes half closed. What I can't get rid of in transformation is the familiar face structure. I look like a relative of god and I guess this is because modification can't change something completely. I dressed up in a white shirt and white pants which are very comfy. And put on a dark high collar thin coat with golden buttons and engravings along the collar. Sort of how Freed Sellzen looked like. And now my final test. Opening a magic circle to earth… ... IT WORKED. YEARS OF ACADEMY TRAINING NOT WASTED. God let me borrow his, what are called family runes for the circle since I didn't have any myself. He explained that most magic users, be it supernatural or human, have their own engravings and color of magic circle. Mine and his look the same, with a bright and shiny golden colour and a massive cross intersecting in the middle of it.

"Good luck, and come back once a month for two weeks to continue training."

"Thanks old man, I won't forget about your crusty ass." And then I promptly teleported.

When I arrived on earth, someone could spot me with a half ripped map and a confused look on my face. WHERE WAS I? I looked around myself and back on the map. I tried flipping the map, reading it upside down. I tried wandering a little with it. I maybe stood out here for an hour until someone finally found me in my plight.

"Hello? Are you perhaps lost?" Asked a serene female voice. It put me on the edge since there are no signs of civilisation ANYWHERE. I sensed her but gauged her power levels and decided she is not a threat, so I let her get close enough to speak.

"Yes I am, this is my first time here and I frankly don't know where the nearest city is." I replied. Now that I got a good look at the woman, I noticed she has flowing black hair and an unnatural beauty with, ahem, unnatural assets. Stern golden eyes looked at me with caution. Maybe I was the intruder after all.

"Well, you are very far from the closest city and it would be sapporo. If I may ask, are you part of the christian mission in japan? If so then you are very far from your colleagues."

"Heh, it's complicated how I ended up here. Well, I'll find my way around, don't worry." I expected my answer to be the end of conversation and for her to go back to the place she came from. But my expectations were subverted.

"It is a very bad form to leave a stranger on the streets, let me treat you to some tea and replace this 'map' that you have." What a nice woman, now that I look at her she really reminds me of…

"Kuroka?"

"No, my name is Fujimai, did I remind you of someone?" Oh… OOOOH!

"Yes you look extremely alike. I swear you could pass as her mother." That is called foreshadowing.

"Well, if she is anything as beautiful as me, you are lucky to know this girl. Now be a good boy and follow me." She cockily replied. I knew she was joking, well, at least the ice is broken and there is no more cold stranger to stranger talk. For all I know this could be a trap, but God beat into my head the technique of reading someone's intentions. This is a very important part of senjutsu, and is the only thing I found useful in it except for touki. Like I was taught in CA. Prioritising is very important in a jet fighter when for example, finding the best target out of an enemy squadron to take on. Same here. I decided that my God work won't require any senjutsu so I decided to leave it for last.

We passed rows upon rows of hills through a small path in between them. Blooming sakura trees as far as the eye can see. She seems to have relaxed next to me and is now just peacefully looking at those same trees and hills. God told me that I naturally produce this natural serene aura, especially with my calm demeanor which seems to have put Fujimai at ease.

"You know, the trees here are the most beautiful throughout Nippon. The land of a thousand trees. You picked an especially good time to show up here." She absent mindedly told me, as if lost in thought.

"Lucky me. Hey, we've been walking for miles. When are we going to arrive?" No seriously, this is taking long.

"What are miles?" She asked back. What stupid question is that? Is she dumb, is she retarded?

"MILES, a unit of measurement which is widespread all over the world." This is so obvious.

"Huh? We use the regional foot. Pes if it's better for you." She said as a matter of factly. Wait. When was the imperial system actually invented? Oh no I didn't want to come off as rude.

"I'm sorry, you just have a measurement system I'm not used to." Buy my bullcrap please.

"Oh, it's fine, you worry about small things mr.?" She clearly wants to know my name,

"Just Dio is fine." Be nonchalant.

"Well, I assume that miles is a big unit of measurement so if it makes you feel better, then we are almost here." Right when she said that, I saw a traditional japanese temple on top of a hill.

"It's beautiful lady Fujimai." I'm not exaggerating. This whole place looks like it was drawn by an artist.

"I know, my family has been looking after this temple since the sengoku jidai." What the hell is sengoku jidai? Well, something to ask later.

We climbed up the hill via wooden stairs. Inside I saw ancient wooden statues, large mats. A small kitchen, smelling candles and an altar.

"Welcome to my humble abode Dio ufufufu" Her look of calm changed to that of mischief as she closed the door behind herself. Then as if she got herself back in control, it changed back. What was all that?

"It's even better inside Fujimai." This looks like straight out of an old japanese movie.

"First of all let's be honest , I can't sense your power and your ki is massive. You are definitely not just a christian missionary. I don't take too well to the unknown." Woah. WHAT? God never told me I could be detected this way! I didn't let panic show on my face and decided to play it cool.

"Yes, and you are not just a miko aren't you? I sensed you watching me when I was lost. Are you perhaps a Nekoshou?" YES. PERFECT. This will make me seem like it was my plan all along.

"Ufufufu, you found me out. Would be if such a strong church official violated this poor maiden~" She said as she leaned in, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. NOPE NOT TOUCHING THAT ONE.

"Sorry but places used by the public contain lots of viruses that I'd rather not get." My reply made her pout. I was being honest. If I tap it then I can legit get STDs and that's not a joke.

"Heh, alright, would you like your tea black or jasmine?" I REALLY want to make a racist joke right now but this is the 17th century so this is ACTUALLY HAPPENING. Can't.. RESIST…

"I like my tea black just like my slaves. EYYY." My joke didn't go over too well. She hid her shocked face well but I could tell that she thought I was for real.

"It's a joke! IT'S A JOKE! I DON'T OWN ANY SLAVES!" NO, NO!

"Ufufufu you are one hell of a joker , I was just playing with you don't worry nya~"

Fell for it. DAMN IT! But that's a relief as well. She brought two cups with no handle and poured black tea for both of us. I gave it a test smell and tried it.

"AMUEEE, IT'S SO GOOD!" THIS IS THE TRUE TEA! NOT SOME YORKSHIRE RIPOFF! I decided to be civil and didn't chug it down. It looked really weird for a grown man to yell like a child. She just had an amused expression on her face. The cat knows. I pretended like it didn't happen.

"Yes, it's a family blend. Noone knows about it except for a close friend of mine." Hoh, is that what makes it so good? I'll torture it out of her if I need to. She looks visibly shaken and scared. CAN SHE ALSO READ MY MIND? She seemed to regain her bearings.

"Sorry, you gave off so much malicious aura it was too much for my senjutsu." I DIDN'T KNOW SENJUTSU COULD DO THAT! Okay I take everything I said about it back it's not useless.

We just continued to sit there, talking about random things, making jokes and jabs at each other while drinking tea for a while.

"He was here. I know it." Gabriel then proceeded to sniff the ground with her nose like a dog. This also gave passerbys a good panty shot of the most beautiful woman in heaven. Men gathered around her ogling.

"Sis, this is not a way for a seraph to behave." Michael silently whispered to her.

"Just gimme a minute Micky."

"Micky? That's new." Michael deadpanned. Both he and Gabriel felt his force here and she can't stop searching for him so he decided like a good brother to help her. Personally he thought those are just his magical residue.

After a few minutes of her using a magnifying glass to look at a footprint she with all the confidence pointed left. Wait where did she get a magn… Doesn't matter. She then cutely pumped her knuckle in the air and started walking left while still pointing there.

Michael just sighed and walked alongside his sister.

"Thanks for the tea Fujimai, I'll remember your kindness." I said and got up to walk out. I was mildly surprised when she grabbed my hand and looked at me with sturdy eyes.

"Can you maybe spend the night here? It's very lonely here as a temple maiden." Fujimai genuinely looked a little sad. Well, It's is not like I'm in a hurry. I sat back down.

"So, umm.. Are you single nya?" Well that was out of nowhere. I am but, that was a little too quick? I can't afford a relationship when I need to get stronger.

"What's with the question? That was a little sudden."

"Well, we Youkai have mating seasons and during them we rampage if we can't find a mate." She looked a little embarrassed. How can I say no to such a cute face? WAIT STOP.

"Good try Fujimai using senjutsu to make yourself more appealing is cheating." NO FEMOID WILL BE ABLE TO CHARM ME, THE PERMA VIRGIN!

"Ufufufu, okay you caught me. So are you going to stay nya~?" Her cheeks gained a pink tint. STOP. BLOOD YOU WILL OBEY ME! I'M YOUR MASTER!

"Yes of course, how can I say no to such a beautiful woman such as yourself~" Time to fight back.

"Oh, nya~ Is this the reason you want to stay?" She asked while gliding her hands down across her body. I can now see how Kuroka turned out the way she is.

" You know me too well." I smiled and she chuckled.

"Well mister angel, show me your wings nya~ I want to know how strong my partner is after all~" Right on the money. How does she know all this? Since I'm kind of God himself. I have twelve golden wings.

Slowly I stood up and faced her. My wings suddenly burst out, making the room shine in golden light. She had an awed look on her face while looking at my wings. I was confused when her face changed from awe to lust and she immediately jumped on me, making me fall and her being on top of me. I didn't have enough willpower to throw her off. She slowly started undoing my shirt and taking off her own obi in the process. WOW THOSE ARE MASSIVE. Wait, control the situation. If we are going to mate then it's going to be on my terms. I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her with me now being above her. This is going to be a long night...

Thats a wrap. I want to see how far this crappy fic can go so there will definetly be a chapter three. Thanks for all the favs and follows. Until next time. Also I will probably rewrite the first chapter due to how SH#T IT IS.