Disclaimer: I do not own Danmachi or make profits off this fanfiction. AN: In this fanfiction I've decided that Spirits can indeed have children, but only if they have bonded a part of their soul to a mortal race. That part resulting in the birth of a child that is a Half-Spirit. In this story Aiz and Bell will both be Half Spirits.

Ottaria watched Bete for a while now. She noted that he would visit after every trip with a Kelpie Fin. A rare drop item that came in handy once used for a Concoction with the Mixing Developmental Ability.

It seemed that he would take it to Airmid. Who she found out was taking care of the former Vice Captain of the Vidar Familia, Selenia. The maiden was in a coma from a monster attack while Bete was outside of Orario.

Ottaria now knew what drove Bete. Why he was so cruel. It did make her heart weigh down in sympathy for him. But, her stony resolve returned when she heard her Goddess's mission from her memories.

Bete Loga would be brought to humility. That would be a fact.

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Tabitha walked up to Folkvangr carrying a small package with a note on top. She saw one of the Guliver siblings was standing guard.

Berling Guliver hefted his axe into a combative position, "What business do you have for my Goddess?"

Tabitha said cutely, "My what wonderful green eyes you have. Reminds me of a jade statue. I didn't know Alfrigga's brothers were so dashing."

Berling warned the Catgirl, "My eyes are only for my Goddess. Do not text me patience. I will not ask a third time. What business do you have with my Goddess?"

Tabitha sighed in defeat, "I have a package for Bell Cranel."

Berling Guliver lied, "Never heard of him."

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Bell ducked Grer's great sword swing. He rolled to his left and stood up crouching with both his knives. He had a regular knife assigned to him by Aphrodessa valued at 3,650 valis. His other knife was a gift from Syr, his idol. As it's maker, Syr named it Sýrgiva. Telling Bell that it meant a gift from her. What he didn't know was that the second part of the name 'giva' was a word closely related to marriage in her homeland.

Bell crossed his knives in reverse grip as he caught Grer's great sword. His feet slid back as he grinded his teeth and began to blink away the sweat from his brow. His back burned as his biceps felt the strain of holding back the great sword.

Bell was currently facing the weakest of the Guliver Siblings. However, even without an Alias. Grer had already gotten himself a nickname, Ace of the First timers. Rumor around Folkvangr had it that all his Basic Abilities with exception of Magic were A. He was the final test for any member of the Freya Familia who wanted to go to the Dungeon.

Bell saw Grer left his leg in a surprise kick. His gut felt the pounding of the metal sole. Bell coughed up a mouthful of spit.

He began to heave in as much air as possible. Grer shouted as he went for Bell again, "You're not worthy of our Goddess. Why is she looking at you?"

Bell strafed back as he gave Sýrgiva a command, "Frakka."

As Sýrgiva extended into it's javelin form, Bell kept dodging the great sword as best he could. Bell desperately wished that he could get two minutes to chant his Magic. But, it looked like Grer wouldn't have it.

Bell knew that being in the air gave him an advantage. He wished he could fly like her. He looked at the ground. An idea formed in his head. He decided to do something unexpected.

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Freya looked on the battlefield. Her fist clutched to her cheek. The cheek that had his kiss. Her heart beat slowly, feeling the struggle of her Odr.

Alfrigga spoke proudly of her brother, "Looks like Grer has him on the ropes."

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Bell moved forward at Grer's next taunt, "Fight you coward!"

Bell threw his knife at Grer knowing it would send it away. Grer stopped in his chase and swung his great sword to intercept the knife. Bell grinned as his real goal was revealed. Stabbing Sýrgiva into the ground, he pulled back and let go of the tension. Flinging himself high into the air.

Bell was high enough now to use his Magic. He said his chant as Grer growled moving to leap after his prey before it was too late, "I race across the sky. Bouncing from Cumulus to Nimbus, and plunge from Stratus. Terra Firma shatters when I land. Mine is the last sound you'll hear."

However, Bell was already done by the time Grer got high enough, "I am, Lightning Incarnate."

The sky roared as lightning surged for Bell. Grer felt panic course through his small body. He knew Magic was an Adventurer's trump card. One that he didn't have. And he was jealous for it.

Bell reached forward and touched Grer faster than even he expected. Grer's body would longer obey him. He went stiff from the shock. Bell pulled himself towards Grer, using his breastplate as a platform. Pushing off the Pallum's chest, Bell spun his heel in a flip. Delivering a heel drop on Grer's wrists.

The great sword fell from the Pallum. But, the Ace of First timers would beat it to the ground.

Bell used his magic to land with an echo as he broke the ground beneath him. Grer felt the stun wear off. But, he was too slow for Bell.

Bell grabbed one of the chunks of earth and chucked it at him. Grer braced for the impact now that he was without a weapon. He knew that once Bell's magic wore off, that he would be at an advantage again. For Bell was without a weapon too. He just had to keep that javelin away from the newbie.

He moved after the impact, going in for a grapple. This time aware that he needed to let Bell only touch his armor. Bell reached out and called for his weapon, "Sýrgiva!"

The javelin head glowed as it left the ground for it's master. Disbelief soaked Grer's clothes in the form of sweat. He had never seen something like this weapon.

He thought it was a magic sword that changed shape. But, this was different. It was like it a trusted companion, as if alive.

Bell gripped the shaft of Sýrgiva and decide to go at Grer with everything he had, "Kniv."

Bell went in with his incredible knife skills. The advantage that Grer had on Bell besides the obvious A ranked Basic Abilities was his great sword allowed for a longer reach and heavier attack. Resulting in a medium range fight. What Grer didn't realized when he went in for a grapple. Was that close quarters combat was Bell's bread and butter.

Bell grabbed the hem of Grer's breastplate. His armed hand went at the straps. With the leather cut through effortlessly, the Pallum soon found himself exposed. Bell quickly delivered a spin kick to his opponent's chest.

Grer saw the battle flash before his eyes. He looked through it trying to figure out where he went wrong. He was winning this bout. This rabbit was no warrior that was worthy of his Goddess. He was at best livestock kept for a future dinner as hasenpfeffer.

No, he was bidding his time. Only looking like he played rabbit. He wasn't running from the badger hungry for a meal. He was a monster that only disguised itself as a rabbit.

His incredible speed, his ability to dash through the sky as if taking flight. The knives that he armed himself with. Using them for offense and defense. The red eyes and white that used the close quarters to it's advantage. He had heard of this winged, antlered and fanged beast that fooled the dimwitted into thinking it was just a harmless rabbit.

The kick met his chest and the lightning stun effect made his body fly off the ground. Grer saw what Bell truly was in that moment, a Wolpertinger.

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Freya broke out in glee. Cheering like a teenage girl, her cheeks blushed hotly. Her body squirmed feeling the excitement.

Freya turned and pointed at Alfrigga, "Isn't he amazing!"

Alfrigga starred in shock. No one in the Freya Familia beat her brother on their first bout. It was usually a lesson well taught that even the small monsters will overwhelm a first timer if they underestimated the Dungeon. And yet, her brother. The Ace of First Timers lost to a week old rookie.