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Chapter 5– Getting Settled
The next day Azazel moved us from the church. Apparently it was still used as a base by the exorcists, but we were able to temporarily rest there by Michael's permission. Where we got his permission from, I had no idea. Still, we were shown to our new house and I had to admit, Azazel has been quite generous. It was a luxurious mansion, though way different than other japanese houses. Instead of being a V-roofed bunglow like the rest of our neighborhood, we were given a flat roofed, multi-floored mansion.
White in colour, the mansion stood almost 20 meters high, shining like the dwellings of God. The rooms had overly high ceilings, with the lightest lemon coloured walls, almost to the point of white. Surprisingly, the light colour actually felt quite comfortable, almost appearing warm to my eyes. The floor was completely covered with cream coloured smooth glassy tiles in all the 7 base rooms, bathrooms, and toilets (for human guests, not us). The stairs to the upper floor was from the deepest room, it's steps had the same creamy tiles as it took us to the second floor.
Honestly, my attempt to memorize the house was burnt out on the first floor, so when I saw a small swimming pool in the terrace of the third floor, I immediately ignored the house in favour of losing my clothes and diving in. The cool water caressed my body as I looked down at the city in awe. The kuoh city itself wasn't as developed as some of the bigger cities that I'd visited in my previous life. But then again, comparing 2020s Tokyo to 1999s kuoh wasn't fair. The scene was still Incredible though and that's what matters.
In the end, mother accepted the house after seeing me enjoy myself.
The next few days passed with Gabriel and me doing mundane things; plotting the rooms, planning what things to create and which room we'll sleep in, and just generally relaxing and enjoying our life for the first time. Oh and yes, I said we. She didn't understand the reason why we should have seperate rooms, or seperate beds for that matter, and started to get anxious when I pushed the matter. Apparently wanting different rooms equate to me not liking her company anymore. Go figure.
In the end I dropped the subject. Considering in less than 20 months we were going to be separated for the next 8 years, spending as much time together as we can was a good idea.
Next topic was, of course, school.
To be honest I wasn't really against school. It was quite a nostalgic topic and I'd actually love to attend it, though just to show off my adult level knowledge and impress everyone instead of really learning something. It was unfortunate that my life was too fucked up to do normal things like this without worries. In less than two years I'd be leaving behind this life and diving into the unknown. shouldn't I prepare for that instead of being vain?
But perhaps I can do both... yeah, why the hell not. Let's enjoy life as long as I can. Who knows what the Greeks will pull me into.
[Stat Increased: Wis]– 1
...what. I can actually gain stats like this!? I never knew. This had some exciting prospects.
In the meantime, I started on my self given task of figuring out the system. And as soon as I started, dozens of ideas which I'd never considered before, overtook my mind. I then proceeded to try them all out, clicking and prodded at every stat, every title, basically every nook and cranny. And thus I finally found the greatest info sheet of this world. The tier sheet.
Tier 1 (Mortal)— (Lvl 99) [Max]
Tier 2 (Superhuman)— (Lvl 199) [Max]
Tier 3 (Inhuman)— (Lvl 299) [Max]
Tier 4 (Demigod)— (Lvl 399) [Max
Tier 5 (Peak Demigod)— (Lvl 499) [Max]
Tier 6 (Divine)— (Lvl 599) [Max]
Tier 7 (Minor God)— (Lvl 699) [Max]
Tier 8 (True God)— (Lvl 799) [Max]
Tier 9 (Elder God)— (Lvl 899) [Max]
Tier 10 (Supreme God)— (Lvl 999) [Max]
Ascendant Tier (Elder Primordial)— (Lvl 1000–???)
This was so cool. I finally knew where exactly me and my mother stood in this world. One thing was clear though, my mother wasn't anywhere near the peak of this world, and I had a long looong way to go to even reach her level. Though the fact that I wasn't at demigod tier yet pricked me.
I know I know, I was probably the only being who could increase tiers naturally without any help. I simply needed to reach level 300 to become demigod tier, and I'd already be above them in levels. But still, it rankled that I was born from the union of an archangel and a god, and was weaker than a demigod. Demigod...how powerful were demigods compared to devils though?
An idea clicked in my head, and I tried to see if there was a tier list for other species. Luckily I was on the mark and gained access to another tier list.
Tier 2 (Low-Class Devil)— (Lvl 199) [Max]
Tier 3 (Mid-Class Devil)— (Lvl 299) [Max]
Tier 4 (High-Class Devil)— (Lvl 399) [Max]
Tier 5 (Ultimate-Class Devil)— (Lvl 499) [Max]
Tier 6 (Peak Ultimate-Class)— (Lvl 599) [Max]
Tier 7 (Satan-Class Devil)— (Lvl 699) [Max]
Tier 8 (Super-Class Devil)— (Lvl 799) [Max]
Tier 9 (Peak Super-Class)— (Lvl 899) [Max]
So around high-class devils. But peak demigods, which probably meant the demigods from big three, were ultimate-class level.
And right now I was at the tier and level of an adult mid-class devil, while mother was at the peak of Satan-class. But why were there only 9 tiers? Did the devils not have anyone on the level of supreme gods? Let alone any ascended being. Hmm, interesting.
I swiped for a different tier list, and my eyes were greeted by the angel tiers.
Tier 2 (Two-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 199) [Max]
Tier 3 (Four-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 299) [Max]
Tier 4 (Six-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 399) [Max]
Tier 5 (Eight-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 499) [Max]
Tier 6 (Ten-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 599) [Max]
Tier 7 (Twelve-Winged Angel)— (Lvl 699) [Max]
Oh, damn. The angels were...weak. I didn't want to say it, but they looked weak. If what my mother said was true, and it has to be considering she was a seraph herself, then angels had just a couple of satan-class beings. Why were the devils not ruling the entire Christian pantheon, again? It didn't make sense. Devils had beings on the level of elder gods, while angels didn't even have anyone on true God level. And without Gabriel, they were probably the weakest faction right now...or maybe the fallen's were. I don't know, politics never interested me.
What interested me though, was the fact that I was around 4-winged angels level. But of course, I only had two wings, so I was keeping above angels. When I finally unlocked all of my 6 pair of wings, I'd probably be around true God tier.
Damn, just thinking about the future excited me so much.
I swiped the tier list again, looking for any other races. Did any other race have beings on the level of supreme gods?
I was presented with the dragon tier list.
Tier 3 (Low-class Dragon )— (Lvl 299) [Max]
Tier 5 (High-Class Dragon)— (Lvl 499) [Max]
Tier 7 (King-Class Dragon)— (Lvl 699) [Max]
Tier 9 (Emperor-Clas Dragon)— (Lvl 899) [Max]
Ascendant Tier (Dragon God)— (Lvl 1000)
Nope. It seems gods were the peak of this world. Sure the dragons seem to have their own ascended beings, but I was willing to bet they were like Tartarus and Gaia, and kept to their own realms instead of bothering this world. So the gods were definitely at the peak of this world.
Next I also looked around for a tier multiplier which will show me the difference in physical stats according to tiers. Unfortunately, this time my search was a failure. It seems there was no such thing in my system. Guess I'll have to create a tier list myself.
As I mulled the idea in my mind, it started to look a more and more attractive prospect by the second. I could measure physical strength and speed of different beings of this world. For tier 1, I could use any normal human. For tier 2, I'll have to find a low-class stray devil. For teir 3, I was available myself.
Yes...yes, I can definitely do this.
June 1 was the first day of my school. I was admitted to first class as a transfer student, which wasn't weird at all. The Japanese school year goes on for a full 365 days panel, starting in April and ending at the end of March. While their summer vacation was just little more than a single month from July 21st to August 31st.
Japanese were definitely stingy in terms of holidays when compared to Americans.
Gabriel held my hand as we walked through the dusty roads of kuoh, passing stalls and small shops around the neighborhood. The school I will be attending was actually an academy with multiple levels. The kuoh academy was divided in primary, secondary/middle school, high school and College division, following an escalator type education institute, instead of being focused on a single age group. Apparently the academy used to be all girls school but the new devil in town, Cleria Belial, changed it for her own need.
As we came at the academy's gate, my mother knelt down beside me with an assuring smile on her face. "Now, Mikael. I know you are not excited about the school, but please try to make friends alright? I will pick you up in the afternoon, and then we will resume our training. Do this for me and I promise we'll go eat outside tonight."
"Okay!"
And with a last hug and peck to the cheek, I left my mother and made my way inside.
Hopefully it won't be as boring as I feared it will be.
News flash, it wasn't. My day was not boring, not one bit.
After introducing myself to a bunch of 6 years old, I took my place at the back of the class. The academy hadn't recruited any male teachers, so all our teachers were females. And most of them were young and fair. And every single one of them, without exception, were absolutely charmed by my presence. And thus I spent the rest of my day preening under the cooing attention of beautiful teachers who tried to act professional but failed miserably at a single smile.
Due to spending the last 6 years in wilderness, I'd forgotten just how astonishingly cute and pretty I was. As the son of Zeus and Gabriel, my looks were above any mortal could hope to have. As a 6 years old, that meant I looked like a baby angel. The cutest, most perfect, baby angel.
By the end of the day, I'd recieved multiple offers by teachers to share their lunch and quite a few jealous boys breaking their non-existent friendship with me. Though I did manage to get myself a minion. A dumb little thing called Issei Hyoudou, who was actually one of the first ones to try and boycott me. Poor thing was miserable for the rest of the day when his best and only friend, Irina Shidou, decided to stick by me.
Though I'd managed to successfully reprogram his brain into liking me after just a couple of periods. Irina on the other hand, was a bubbly excitable girl who I hung around with because her father was an exorcist. Though it could also be because it was just too amusing to watch her lead Issei around, with or without his permission.
When the day ended, I found my mother patiently waiting for me outside the gate. She didn't care about the afternoon sun as she stood quietly, with no hints of irritation on her face. Just anticipation to see me again. With luscious golden hair flowing down her shoulders, a delicate beautiful face glancing at the entrance of the academy, and a loose white dress trying to hide her gorgeous body but failing badly, my mother looked like a goddess who came to grace the world with her presence.
Unfortunately she'd also managed to attract quite a bit of attention from the males. One particularly shameless bastard was lecherously drinking in her appreance while stroking his boner as he stood under the shade of a tree, away from everyone's eyes. The sight sent such an unnatural bout of rage inside me that I acted without thinking too much. I made sure to be out of my mother's sight and made my way behind the fat bastard. I was half the man's height so I struck where I could reach. I barely remembered my own strength in the last moment but my knee still slammed upon his balls with full power.
The man didn't make a noise as he went down. One moment he was stroking his dick, the next moment he had crumbled upon the floor, white froth escaping his mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. A few seconds later he stilled completely.
My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered if I'd killed him. It all happened so fast that I felt a kind of surreality in my surrounding. As if in a dream, I shakily walked back where I came from and approached my mother.
One look at me and my mother was on her knees, wide eyed concern overtaking her face as her hands quickly grasped me in her arms. "Mikael, what happened? Did the teachers say something? Did you dislike the school? It's alright love, you don't have to go if you don't—"
My worries for the man's life were washed away in a second as I saw my panicking mother. I threw myself at her, hugging her tightly. "Don't worry mum, today was amazing. I just missed you a lot."
"Oh, dear." She wrapped her own arms around me softly. "I missed you too, love."
What does the life of a random horny bastard matter? None. I'd kill thousands of them if they even think of my mother in any way save for atmost respect.
They didn't matter. Not in front of her.
Should my mother wish it, I will bring down the world on its knees for her.
Nothing truly mattered but her.
In the next few days, my life settled in a new constant rhythm. I went to school from 8:30 am to 3:30 pm, where I charmed the teachers with my cuteness, intellect, and some occasional sweet words. My only friends were issei and irina, who I usually spent most of my time in the school with. Not that other kids didn't try to stick their noses down my butt but I swiftly turned them away. Two kids were enough for me.
After school, mother and I practiced our Spear-wielding, while also focusing on holy and demonic power.
My Increased intelligence showed it's effects when it came to object creation. My imagination was now much more stronger than before, and I could hold the image for a longer time in my mind. I have no doubt that I'd soon get to mum's level and even surpass her. Not that she was untalented mind you, but the gamer abilities were just too op.
Mother was still shocked at my expert Spear-wielding
On the other, more grimmer matters, a piece of news quickly spread through the gossip corners of kuoh academy and eventually to the whole city.
'Hikamaru Suzuki was found dead under mysterious circumstances outside the school borders of kuoh academy. The autonomy revealed that the man died by heart failure due to shock after receiving an extreme case of testicular rupturing quickly followed by testicular trauma. Police suspects revenge murder due to the man's unsavory history of being a suspect for involvement in two rape cases. But the authorities were unable to find any substantial evidence after interviewing his previous victims; eventually leading the case to be closed while the man's death was declared as an 'unfortunate accident' due to falling on a sharp boulder and crushing his own pelvis.
'The people of kuoh are taking this as a sign of karmic retribution and the man has become the butt of many a jokes. The story of a drunk rapist falling balls first on the stony fist of God will forever be told as an amusing but cautionary tale for all the young miscreants in making.'
To be honest, I was quite conflicted on the matters. Afterall, I did commit outright murder. Yes, the man was ogling my mother, yes he was also suspected to be a rapist. But murder was murder. The thing was, I felt absolutely nothing. No guilt, no regret. Just a little frustration that the death was due to me losing control and forgetting my own strength, instead of a conscious event. What I actually felt for the man was sheer contempt, and a dark satisfaction at ending the cretin. When did I become such a cold-blooded killer? Perhaps it was due to subconsciously thinking of the man just like one of those monsters that I merciless killed. That would explain the no guilt part. But no, I felt like there was something deeper. I genuinely believed that if I killed a human randomly, I would feel nothing.
This fact in itself made me feel hollow...for all but two minutes, after which I was back to my old self.
I was a god, maybe my mind just saw this mortal as unworthy of my grief. Whatever the case, I felt perfectly at ease from the moral side. It was just my previous life's sensibilities that made it a little troubling.
I could handle that.
After getting comfortable in my new lifestyle, I started researching the physical difference in each tier.
For the first tier, my dear friends (useful minions) Issei and Irina were a lot of help. Both had absolutely bogus strength and physical capabilities, so I could easily calculate what the value of each stat was. So when the school shut down at 31st july, I gathered my labours from their houses (which was a 10 minute walk away from mine) and dragged them to my own, bigger, better, and more luxurious mansion. Mum was quite happy to see me mingling with children my age, so naturally I abstained from telling her why exactly they were here.
I took them to one of the unused rooms (there were many such rooms), while I observed their stats.
Issei Hyoudou
Race: Human
Tier: 1 (Mortal)
Level: 6
Stamina: 70/70
Health: 60/60
Stats
Strength: 5
Speed: 6
Dexterity: 6
Endurance: 7
Constitution: 6
Mental: 9
Irina Shidou
Race: Human
Tier: 1 (Mortal)
Level: 7
Stamina: 70/70
Health: 60/60
Stats
Strength: 6
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 7
Constitution: 6
Mental: 14
It was strange, looking at the stats of beings that I could kill by mistake. Of course, I had better control over myself than that...barring some extreme cases. Even more unusual was Issei's stats. The dummy's highest stat was mental. How amusing was that? A lot.
"Alright, minions! Attention ahead!" I clapped my hands to break their awe. They've been like this since they saw the mansion. They woke up when meeting Gabriel, but one look at her and they were back to awe. Did I break them by showing something out of their comprehension?
"Your mom is so pretty!" Irina squealed, speaking for the first time in a while.
Issei nodded in a daze. "...and those big big oppai.."
I stared at the boy, my anger slowly building like a dam about to burst."What..did you..say?"
The startled boy looked up before panic filled his eyes. "I mean... I mean those...these..ah, doors! And windows! So big!"
My fist hit him in his head, dropping him like a pile of potatoes.
"I thought I beat his perversion out of him. It seems it'll take more than a beating though." I muttered to myself, wiping my hands.
"Oh! Well, he told me to not tell you but I will anyway." Irina stuck her tongue at the blacked out boy in rebellion. "Issei goes to listen stories from a creepy old man who always keeps talking about women and their oppai!"
"Tell me more." I ordered with narrowed eyes.
Thus, Irina shidou aired all the dirty laundry of the unconscious boy. It seems I'll have to pay this old guy a visit, can't have him turn my minion against my wishes now, can we?
The rest of the day passed with practical research. I created numerous dumbbells and had irina pick them all up one by one. The maximum amount she can lift at one time was 29 kgs. That would mean 1 strength stat equates to roughly 5 kgs in tier 1.
After Issei woke up, with a small bump in his head that I convinced (threatened) him to cover up as an accident, I had him go through all the weights too. The boy could only lift 25 kgs at most and was mocked and teased by Irina for the rest of day. He sulked in the background like the background character that he was.
But that confirmed my research on this subject. In tier 1, a single stat in strength equate to 5 kgs. So a being at the max of tier 1 with 100 stats in strength could lift 500 kgs.
Had I been tier 1, I would've still been a superhuman, able to lift 1150 kgs. Sheesh.
Now I needed to find a tier 2 being.
As amusing as Issei's perversion was, I did not want it to turn towards my mother. Issei was a friend, no matter how dumb he may be, and I really didn't want to hurt him seriously. Which I definitely would've, had he not changed.
Luckily, after convincing (threatening) the old man to only tell stories that I wanted issei to hear, the boy turned out just fine. I genuinely found it disturbing how the boy was so...easy to influence. A couple of passionate stories from an old man made him go mad for tits. And when the man started telling stories about science and research, slowly but steadily the boy's personality underwent a huge change. I couldn't understand nor comprehend how anyone can be so susceptible as issei was. It was like he was desperately searching for some true passion in his life that was missing...
While it was strange, I used it to my advantage by making him interested in physics, maths, research... whatever may be helpful to me in the future. I had to admit, the credit mostly went to the old man's story telling. The way he described these subjects made the children actually interested in studying them. Had he been a teacher, I have no doubt his students would've grown up to be very competent. And thus I gained my first personal lab attendant, Issei hyoudou. And by the gods was I shocked to note that he wasn't a complete dunce in it. Especially considering how disgustingly low his mental stats were.
Except that, my research in tier difference came to a temporary halt as I couldn't find a low-class devil by the end of my holidays. I knew there were quite a few stray ones littering the city but I just didn't have time or resources to search for them.
While that came to a halt, my skills were improving quite nicely. Especially Spear-wielding.
After three months of practice, I knew I was close to leveling up Spear-wielding again. My techniques had grown a lot and the precision with which I struck was amazing, even to me.
Maybe today was the opportune day.
"Alright, Mikael. Let's start with the basics." My mother said, taking a normal fighting position with her spear, the tip at the height of my eyes.
The basics were a bunch of simple basic level techniques that every fighter should know. I was already way past this stage, and even my system agreed, but mother always insisted on practicing them anyway.
Of course, I never argued. I wasn't the spear master here.
I took my own stance, with left hand extended at the height of my stomach, gripping the body of the spear as it pointed at my opponents eye. While my right hand was at my hips, clutching the base of the spear. Left hand was my main hand, the one which I was the most sure of, which is why it was at the front, doing all the aiming and thrusting, while my right was the one directing and fine tuning my strikes.
"Thrust." My mother commanded.
Instantly, my left hand thrust forward while my right lifted the butt of the spear from hips to pelvis. My left leg bent slightly while extending further alongside my left hand. The point of my spear, which was at the height of mother's eye, instantly came at just an inch from the said eye, before backing away as I assumed my previous guard position.
She didn't blink. Even a bit. That was the amount of trust she had in me, even though we were both using sharp-edged metal spears.
"Thrust."
Again, in a fraction of a second, my spear tip approached her eye before falling back. My leg work was impeccable, moving with a surity only the most experienced will have.
"Long thrust."
My left hand and leg moved the same but my right hand went from hips to under my shoulder, almost at the armpits. The point of the spear came to rest against my mother's temple. Then, with the same smooth motion I went back.
"Long thrust."
This time as my spear was thrusting to the side of her temple, her own spear came and wacked it aside. I recovered instantly, taking a step back and slashing my parried weapon back to the position in front of me. In a battle, not guarding your upper body with your spear was a death sentence. The lower body could be protected by your leg-work, but for the upper body, your spears needs to always guard your face, even when you are attacking.
This reminded me of my newfound contempt for the movie Troy. I used to think that thing was the coolest movie ever, like Achilles using that spear so perfectly...and I realised I could skewer Achilles in less than a second if he fought like Brad Pitt. Shows how much research those movies does. Then again, their main point was probably showmanship.
But that won't work here.
"Start. Only basics." Mother snapped out the command and we started fighting.
My spear snapped at her eyes, and instead of parrying she simply tilted her face while her own spear came for my neck. I took a step back and blocked her strike with the wood of my spear, a bad move considering the sharp edge could easily cut through the wood at our level of strength. I quickly brought back my spear point in front of me to parry her further counters. My spear's body definitely had a small cut in it, but not to the level of breaking. The handle of our spear was made from Australian buloke so it could definitely handle some light punishment even from us.
My mother searched for any further mistakes I made, and I made sure to always pay attention. This may be basic level fighting but my opponent was a master spear-wielder. She could defeat me by simply using basic moves if I didn't pay attention.
The clacking of wood echoed throughout our terrace as our spears met each other again and again. She parried one of my strikes downwards and using that momentum I turned the deflection into an attack by slicing at her feets. But her footwork was even better than mine as her feet twisted aside just a couple of inches while her own spear struck at my face, making me quickly duck under the attack and back off, instead of keep pushing on her legs.
"Up." She said, and increased the complexity of her techniques.
'Up' was simply a way for us to say 'increase difficulty' without breaking the flow of our battle. Instantly, our spears moved with a skill and speed it hadn't before.
Her every strike was the beginning of a chain. If I parry, she'll roll my spear aside to keep coming. If I dodge, she'll extend further to slice. There was no such thing as thrust and back now, every attack was a series of thrust and slashes, targetting my entire body. I had to be absolutely perfect for this. My timing must be impeccable, even a millisecond of lateness and her spear will rest against my neck.
Of course, I was just as deadly. I'd been able to keep up with her at this current difficulty since I hit advanced spear-wielding lvl 5. Before that, I would always, always, make a mistake; may it be overextending or simply not recognising which combination attacks she was using, I would always lose sooner or later.
Now? This was just light work.
"Up." She snapped again.
And I had no time to think anymore. Now was the fight between experts. Multiple thrusts came at me back to back, and I was pushed to my limit. Feints inside feints hiding her true attacks, and I had to keep up with everything. If I fell for a single feint, I was done for. Her thrusts targeted my entire body. Her spear flew around the air, creating a whirlwind of metal which tried to pierce my guard. At this level, I was reminded of all my disadvantages. My low height became a huge damper, taking off from my reach. My spear was twice my height and very unwieldy, and it's weight was so light that I was feeling like I had a plastic weapon in my hand. It just wasn't enough to showcase my full strength, dexterity, and skill of my spear-fighting. I could manage earlier due to sheer Skill and experience. But here and now, skill alone cannot help me. The rain of thrust, strikes, and slashes all hidden under feints and double intentions would've sooner or later overwhelmed me.
Had I not been given permission to use air manipulation.
Any strike that was too fast for me to handle, I used air manipulation to deflect. Any feints I failed to recognise, I deflected using blasts of winds. Occasionally I also sent gusts of wind mixed in with my own strikes to unbalance her enough to take a win.
[Skill Leveled Up: Expert Spear-wielding] Lvl 2
It happened in less than a second. My senses abruptly heightened, I knew exactly which of my thrust will manage to poke holes in her guards, I knew exactly what she will do to cover those newly created holes, and I knew just what I will have to do to take advantage of that.
The heightened senses receded as my spear point changed directions midair from her right shoulder to her midriff, before turning into a feint as it went for her collarbone creating a 'U'. Her spear tasted empty air from my feint and she hesitated between attacking my clearly unguarded chest that I'd left for her, or defending from my double feint. She attacked, her spear leaving her upper body unguarded but putting pressure on me, even as her footwork changed, trying to dodge back from my own attack while not disturbing the flow of her thrust.
Instead of responding to her move, I continued my attack. I didn't even move from my position, instead putting all of my speed and focus behind my strike to make sure it connected while the air around me slowly converged towards us. Her spear almost touched my neck but instead, it hit a wall of solid air. Her eyes widened as it broke through the wall half a second later and I barely managed to jerk my head to the side as the blade sliced my shirt open. She'd managed to injure me, bringing an end to the bout.
But my own spear had also managed to touch her collar bone, too fast for her to dodge completely at her limited speed.
We both stepped back and checked each other. My right shoulder had the tiniest drop of blood drizzling down that we can both see from the cut open shirt. While her skin was utterly unblemished, but that was more due to her constitution than my lack of skill. My spear definitely made contact, we both knew this. And we both knew that we both knew this.
I smiled victoriously at her but my mother didn't share my happiness. Concerned eyes rested on my shoulder as she scrambled towards me. "That was reckless, kael! Very reckless."
"Mum, it's fine. Don't worry." I flapped my hands up and down to calm her.
The cut was superficial at best, my own constitution wasn't to be underestimated. A normal human would probably have been cut in two, even with mother limiting her strength and speed to my level. But for me?
Tis nothing but a scratch.
"More importantly, I won!" I exclaimed.
I didn't of course. It was a clear loss for me, and even stretching some rules, it was a tie at best. But that was still a win in my book when an opponent like Gabriel is against you. Sure, she was drastically limiting her strength, speed, and even skill, but I still got a hit!
My mother smile softly at my words, her eyes still examining my injury. "Of course you did, love. We will go out to celebrate tonight."
I beamed up at my mother happily. "Yay!"
She laughed at my enthusiasm, taking me in her arms as we left the terrace above us.
Now was the time for some tasty food.
AN: Another chapter done and this one is the longest yet! so thoughts? Did you guys liked the last fighting scene? I enjoyed writing it very much.
On other stuff, I'm changing Issei's character because frankly I just don't see him surviving for long if he keeps up with his perversion. This isn't to bash him or anything, but you just saw the Mc kill someone for looking at Gabriel wrongly. It'll be pretty out of character for him if he lets Issei get away with it. I could've probably done something better to give him some true development but I just didn't want to bother. I do have some plans for him, which will be clear in the next chapter where he unlocks his sacred gear early, but as Mikael said– He is, and will be, a background character in this fic.
A lot of you were fine with me changing canon so I hope you didn't mind the kuoh academy's change. I didn't do it for shits and giggles and there's actually a plot there much later in the story (like, after the tiran wars are over). Dont worry though, I'm not gonna go bonkers with changing things or anything..
Bearticguy7: Just wait and see, my friend. wait and see. I think you'll enjoy what I have in store for him.
Jharrell819: Glad you liked it! Anyway, the reason I dont watch animes is due to their annoying MCs and massive time outlays. I'll check it out still, though I doubt my tiny attention span will hold out till the end.
EvsVsz: As mentioned in this chapter, Mikael will unlock all 6 pairs of his wings, but very very slowly. You have to realise 50 levels at once is a lot, on top of that there's an active increase in his stats when he brings out his wings. Thanks for reminding about the halo though, I hadn't even considered it cause most of my knowledge of dxd comes from fandoms, pedias, and fanfics. But after further consideration I've decided not to add it becauseuse he is not a full angel. The black slashes in his wings are supposed to signify him as something in between a pure angel and fallen. I did consider your idea to create a unique halo to go with unique wings but it just doesn't make sense for him to have a halo, and neither does it add anything to his character. As for blue lightning... that's actually my idea for his wings as they further develop so you'll definitely get to see them lol.
Anyway, next chap's two days later, pls review and let me know if I'm doing a good job till now. My fav and follow count seems to have left the reviews in dust so don't hesitate to review.
Bye for now!