Authors Notes = A/N
"Normal Speech."
'Thoughts."
"Foreign Language."
"Sacred Gears/Weapon spirits speech."
'Sacred Gear/ Weapon spirits thoughts."
A/N: And here's chapter 4, yaaaay!
Again not too much changed really here and not a lot for me to say about it apart from…..
LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!
Disclaimer: I would like to clearly state that I do not own (and more than likely never will) Highschool DxD or any other series mentioned in this story. The rights to said series belongs to their rightful owners. I merely own the intellectual property rights of my OC, Thierry Blanc. I do not, nor ever intend to, profit from the writing of this Fanfiction, and I am merely writing it for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
(Last time in: The Jackal of the Grigori)
Grayfia sat in-front of an ornate wooden chest of draws in her and her husband's private quarters in the Gremory Manor. She was currently brushing her hair with an ivory-handled and backed comb, working out the knots in her hair. Her husband was currently in the shower, thus giving her some peaceful time to herself before her husband inevitably began bouncing around the room like a hyperactive child on the biggest sugar-rush of the decade.
Setting down her comb, the buxom queen was just about ready to make her way to bed when her mobile phone on the dresser went off, altering her to a text.
Picking up the device, the 'Ultimate Queen' unlocked her phone before reading the text message she had just received from one Pierr Dusitoir. At first her heart soared with joy as she read the first few lines of the message, but that all quickly changed when she read the next part of the message.
Payment.
As she finished reading through the instructions as to where to pay the fee for her services, the devil couldn't help but let her jaw drop slightly at the figure at the bottom of the message. And it was all she could do to smirk ever so slightly before shaking her head at the boys' boldness when dealing with her.
"Cheeky little bastard."
(Chapter Three: Tortu… I mean Training-Days)
Thierry stretched his arms above his head as finished the final details for the Gremory training trip he was to be overseeing for the next ten days. He had taken the day off of school to meticulously pour over every last shred of information that Grayfia and Azazel had supplied him with to ensure maximum efficiency and productivity over the next ten days. Any new information that he had gathered from Grayfia's dossiers was forwarded to Azazel and the Grigori, so that they maintained their information superiority over the Angels and Devils.
Following that, he had then spent the past several hours going over every single last detail again before formulating a training plan for each and every member of the peerage.
For Rias herself, Thierry had devised a series of control exercises and hand-to-hand routines for her to adhere to for the ten-day period. The heiress of the Gremory family had absolutely woeful levels of control when it came to her demonic powers, as emphasised by her use of just large, uncoordinated waves of the 'Power of Destruction'. He didn't know whether this was due to laziness or a certain arrogance surrounding the Bael's greatest gift, but what Thierry did know was that the girl was going to learn the importance of control; and she was going to learn it very quickly. So far, the only saving grace the girl had was that she was less powerful than Riser, who similarly suffered from the same issue as his betrothed in terms of control.
However, due to her lower power-levels, Gremory would be able to understand and put into practice the concepts of control with greater ease than her flame-brained rival. Well, in theory anyways.
'After all, she is a devil. So I shouldn't hold her by normal standards.'
Next on the list was her queen, Akeno. Now, unlike her King, Akeno actually had good control over her demonic/magical powers, as shown by her ability to regulate and manipulate the sizes of her attacks with relative ease. This, combined with her naturally high demonic energy (thanks to her heritage) made her quite the force to be reckoned with for most high-class devils and their equivalents in the other factions. However, her refusal to use the gift that her father's blood-line gave her was a rather big problem.
She had the potential to (theoretically) become as strong as her King if she used her full potential, but her rather petty rage was clouding her reasoning, and Thierry knew he couldn't afford to waste time on making her see the error of her ways, least of all because he had no way of bringing the issue up without raising some serious red-flags.
As such, he had put the buxom woman on training regime focused on hand-to-hand combat (her greatest weakness) and tactical analysis during a one on one fight (her second greatest weakness), thus making her far more versatile than she currently was.
Next was Rias' rook, Koneko.
She was, again, another misguided fool who refused to unlock her full potential due to her hate towards her sister, the Khaos brigade member and 'The Black-cat of the Underworld': Kuroka. She refused to use any of her natural abilities, gifted to her via her Nekomata heritage, save for her natural agility and speed. It was kind of pathetic really, but once again, Thierry didn't really care for her personal issues, and he didn't have the time to deal with it. So, seeing as the girl was already a master martial artist, he based her training on simply making her even faster, stronger and more tactically aware.
Fortunately, the next person on Thierry's list was a lot easier to deal with; the princess of Kuoh academy, Yumi Kiba.
The young knight was already a master swordswoman; almost good enough to keep pace with Thierry for a little while, actually. However, as a Knight, she had two major flaws that she needed to overcome if she wanted to be a useful weapon in the upcoming rating game.
The first issue?
Defence.
As a Knight, Kiba was incredibly fast. Hell, she was quick even for her specific piece, given her natural talents as a human. But this meant that she had grown weak of body and slightly sloppy in her defensive skills, and as such she needed a bit of a wake-up call. There wasn't much he could do about Kiba's physical weakness, apart from a temporary fix. Fortunately the buxom blond was talented enough as a swordswoman to deal with her technical flaws easily within the time-frame.
However, her second major 'issue' was one that needed serious work.
Her attitude.
Unfortunately, the young sword prodigy had her potential curbed by the Devil's insistence on 'honour' and 'etiquette'. It meant she wouldn't press an 'unfair' advantage or do anything she considered 'unsporting'. It was absolutely ludicrous to Thierry; on a battlefield there was only one rule.
Kill or be killed.
It didn't matter how you went about it and what you had to do, all that mattered was winning. Luckily it was something that he could fix. However, it was most going to take a lot of time to kill off those bad habits, which meant that Kiba was going to require the most hands-on approach of the Gremory group.
Following Kiba, came arguably the easiest target for Thierry in terms of training.
Issei Hyodo.
The boy was weak, of that Thierry had absolutely no doubt what-so-ever, and was going to take a lot of work to make into a passable fighter for the Gremory heiress. However, he actually had some serious drive, commitment and a need to get better that was so god damned infectious that it made even Thierry feel slightly lazy in comparison (even though he knew nobody had the same drive as him…..it was just…inexplicable.). And as such, Thierry felt comfortable with the exercise intensive and sparring programme he had established for the young Red-Dragon Emperor.
'Huh….then we come to the Holy Maiden.'
When he had first discovered that the 'Holy Maiden' had been turned into a Devil following the battle at the church, Thierry had almost annihilated the entire town with the use of his greatest weapon in his rage before marching into the school with the rage of a god. He'd assumed that the whore the Gremory family called 'heiress' had forcibly reincarnated the girl and turned her to the side she would've hated more than anything in the entire world. And given his personal hatred of the system….
Well, let's just say that the discussion he had with Rias and Sona had been a little bit more than heated.
It had taken them more than an hour, but Thierry had ultimately managed to calm himself down, mostly thanks to the words of the holy maiden herself.
(Flashback)
Thierry's entire form was coated in white-hot flames and heavy lightning storms dancing across his legs and arms, whilst his body shook with rage. The two young devils in-front of him were in a similar state; Rias almost invisible due to the aura of destruction coating her form whilst Sona was literally standing in front of a mini-tsunami.
The two peerages in the room had backed up completely from the three of them in abject terror of the raw power permeating the room, save for Akeno, Yumi, Tsubaki and the girl that all of this was about; Asia Argento.
"And to think I thought you two were actually good people." He growled out, earning narrowed eyes from Rias and an exasperated sigh from Sona.
"For the last time, we CAN'T reincarnate someone…"
"Without them WANTING YOU TO, I KNOW!" Thierry screamed as his power grew even greater, causing many in the room to start falling to their knees as the magical pressure in the room grew greater and greater.
"But the simple fact of the matter is that there are ways of breaking peoples wills, of making them think that what you want is what they want." He whispered, earning horrified looks from Sona and Rias as they quickly realised what he was alluding to. However, before either of them could voice their outrage at his words, the last person he would have ever expected to spoke up.
"Ano, Dusitoir-senpai, Buccho would never do anything like this to me. It was all my choice." A soft, thick Italian voice broke through the tense silence, causing Thierry to whip around so fast he almost gave himself whip-lash to face one Asia Argento. The girl was a short blond who was currently clad in the Kuoh Academy girls uniform, her face was 'cute', with a small nose and big green eyes that almost caused Thierry to drop his flames and lightning right there and then. However, he didn't, so the girl shyly pressed her two index fingers together and turned her gaze downwards in embarrassment as she spoke.
"I….Issei-san saved me from the Fallen Angels and their exorcists. And before that he was my first ever friend, even though he was a devil. And although the lord may have wanted me to pass on….I was selfish. I…I didn't want to leave my first ever friend so soon, so I asked for Buccho to reincarnate me." She finished softly, earning thankful gazes from Rias, her peerage and Sona's, whilst said school-council president watched on with a detached mask. Thierry's face slowly waxed from righteous fury to a cold mask of detachment as his powers slowly dissipated, causing the temperature to slowly drop back to normal and Thierry's hair to drop as the static slowly faded away. His eyes took on a cold detachment and his figure stiffened as he straightened out his uniform before slowly making his way away from the group and towards the door to the main school.
As he reached the door he paused and turned his head to face them.
"Know this Gremory, it's only because of that girls good heart that any of you get to live through today. But know this, if I find out that she's lying or that you forcibly have reincarnated anyone or you plan on doing so…."
He paused and opened the door as he turned and slowly made his way out of the door.
"Not even the four Mao's will be able to protect you from my wrath."
(Back to the present)
In many ways Thierry was glad that the young girl had been given a second chance. After all, the story of her young and innocent life was one of unnecessary pain and suffering, so Thierry wouldn't begrudge her happiness, even if it was with devils.
'Kindda glad I slipped Twilight healing from Raynare's grasps and left it with Asia's corpse I suppose.'
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Thierry shook his head lightly as the door at the far end of the room reverberated slightly as someone knocked on the heavy oak door. With a small quirk of the lips he realised the only person it could be knocking on his door.
"Come in."
With a faint click, the door's latch opened and the door swung open on its well-oiled hinges. Turning his gaze from the table, the young assassin watched as his housemate as she made her way across to him. Currently, Raynare was wearing a blue French rugby jersey that hugged her voluptuous chest whilst her hot-pants managed to hug her perfectly crafted backside in all the right places, whilst a pair of slippers covered her feet. Neither of them said a word as she walked all the way across the fairly large room, eventually coming to a stop besides Thierry.
"You look stressed." She said softly as she slowly sat down on the edge of his desk, placing her arms behind her, further on the desk, thus causing her bust to push unintentionally push forward slightly (well, if Thierry's thoughts were to be believed).
"What gave it away?"
"The fact you look like you're ready to explode? The fact you haven't come out all day and spent most of last night raging and kicking my ass in training? Huh, I wonder what could have possibly given it away?" She replied in her trademark sarcastic drawl , earning a small, dry chuckle from Thierry.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, that freaking bad."
The two of them sat there in silence for several moments before Raynare let out a small sigh and cast her eyes to the floor ever so slightly before she spoke up again, whilst Thierry turned his gaze back to his work.
"It's past midnight."
"I know."
"I tried to sleep."
That caused him to pause ever so slightly and turn his gaze towards the young Fallen Angel and felt the odd feeling pass through him again as he saw her with her head hanging and her bangs hiding her gorgeous face from view, whilst her shoulders gently shook. So it was with a gentle touch that Thierry took her by the hand and pulled her onto his lap, legs across him and arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush to her body.
The young Fallen sat there for a while, her body shaking with silent tears as she buried her face into Thierry's chest. Said young assassin merely sat there, gently rubbing circles on her back and holding her close as he silently comforted the young Fallen Angel as best as he could. After a while, she stopped shaking enough that Thierry felt that she might be ready to talk a little bit.
"Want to talk about it?" He asked gently, earning a small nod from her.
"I….I just kept seeing Gremory every time I tried to close my eyes."
"And her face scares you?"
"No, it's just that," she paused briefly as she wiped her eyes and thought about her words before continuing, "It's just that every time I lie down and try to sleep and I see that bitch…..I feel….." Raynare paused again as she gently bit her lower lip and Thierry couldn't help but smile slightly as her face scrunched up cutely in concentration as she tried to think of a way of articulating her feelings.
'Wait, where the hell did that come from?' The young Frenchman thought to himself with stark surprise. When the hell did he, Thierry Blanc, find something cute?
He was a trained killer who found euphoria in ripping his opponents into tiny little pieces and butchering people without remorse, so when the hell did he find things cute?
'Don't focus on that, focus on the girl in your arms for god's sakes!'
"You feel scared and alone, don't you? You feel powerless as you look up at Gremory with abject fear in your eyes. And you don't want to feel that way but you can't do a single thing about it." He offered, earning a shaky nod from Raynare, who spent several moments thinking before turning her gaze towards the young assassin.
"Speaking from experience, huh?" She asked softly, earning a surprised look from the right-hand of Azazel. In all their time together she hadn't asked him a single question about his past, only that he admit to the fact that he was doing this for him as much as her. He'd been worried when she'd first found out that Raynare would go ballistic at him, but she'd only offered understanding and never actually pried into his life.
But now she was.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked coolly, earning a caring look from the violet-eyes beauty on his lap.
"Because I care for you."
Now that caused Thierry to pause in his thoughts and drop his usual mask of indifference in favour of a small shocked look that Raynare took as a sign to explain herself.
"Dusi…no, Thierry-san. We've only been living together for about a week, but you now know more about me than anyone else in the world ; more than Kalawarmer or Dondesheek. Hell, not even my parents know some of the things you know about me, for god's sake.
And you've done nothing but take care of me and look after me. When you made all those promises, I didn't believe you at first. But as the week has gone on, you've still done nothing but take care of me. You've held me when I've cried , fought me when I've been angry and helped me fall asleep when I've been afraid. And you haven't judged me for it, ever.
And now I'm offering you the same. I can see you're hurt, Thierry. Whether you admit it or not, whether you show it or not, I can see it. I want to help you like you've helped me," She paused her mini speech and brought her head closer to his, so that their faces were mere inches apart and Raynare's hand gently cupped Thierry's left cheek.
"So talk to me. I want to help you… please."
Thierry sat there with wide eyes as he stared at Raynare. He couldn't believe her words at first; nay he refused to believe them what-so-ever when he first hear her utter those words. He was a cold, callous and seriously deranged young man who had been fighting to kill and enjoying it for as long as he had been able to walk and remember. Even when he had been given a golden opportunity to avoid fighting for the rest of his life and given a chance to be normal he'd still managed to fuck it up and get involved in this side of the world again. And the trouble was that he didn't feel bad about messing up his chance to live normally; not by a long shot. Because no matter what he told himself, Thierry would always love killing and fighting…..
Because it was all he had ever known.
Because it was all he had been born to do.
And it was all that he likely ever would know, judging by the way things were going. So he decided to try and help Raynare understand his predicament. He cared for her (in his own odd way) and wanted nothing more than to simply keep her away from all of this….from this side of him. She was the same age as him, but she had not seen a hundredth of the things he had, and he refused to burden someone with the horrors he had seen both as a child and as a young teenager.
Because he cared for Raynare.
"Raynare…you don't want to know about my past." When the buxom Fallen Angel leaned back and looked ready to protest, Thierry sent a small glare her way that simply told her 'let me finish first', and so she allowed him to continue.
"You've put me on this pedestal, like I'm a wonderful and great person. A good man who has simply had traumatic things happen to him.
But that's not the truth Raynare. I am a bad man; a bad man who has done enough horrific things in his time to surpass the sins of a billion normal people. If you knew even a miniscule amount of the things I have done, you'd probably try killing me yourself out of outrage or disgust, and I wouldn…" However, before the young assassin could finish his impromptu speech, Raynare placed a finger to his lips and held the deep blue oceans he called eyes with her own violet orbs.
"Do you regret what you've done?" The question caught the right-hand of Azazel off-guard, but he nodded silently before adding in a voice barely above a whisper.
"There's not a day that goes by that I don't hate myself for what I've done. For being what I am. I hate myself but at the same time I love the way I feel as well. ." Raynare smiled gently before wrapping him in a gentle embrace.
"Then you're not a bad man, Thierry. You may have done a lot of terrible things, but that most certainly does NOT make you a bad man. A bad man would feel nothing about his crimes; but the fact that you feel something proves to me that you are a good man; just a good man who may have done a lot of bad things in his lifetime. And I'm sure that you never chose enjoy it all….and the fact you hate feeling good about such things shows me that you truly are a good man Thierry." She whispered into his ear, earning a small gasp from the infamous hit-man as her warm breath tickled his neck.
'She may understand me.' Thierry thought to himself as he slowly began reciprocating the gorgeous girls' hug. He wouldn't start off big when he decided to finally talk, but he would be nothing short of one hundred percent truthful, like she had been with him.
"Thank you Raynare. I…..I will talk but….."
"Tell me when you're ready. Not before and most certainly not under any sort of pressure; I'll wait as long as you need me to."
Thierry smiled gently before looking up at the clock again before turning back to the buxom Fallen.
"I don't know about you, but I could do with some sleep before I leave tomorrow." He commented dryly, earning a sly look from the gorgeous girl on his lap.
"So could I, but the bed is quite the walk away and my legs are so~ sore."
Thierry sent her a blank look, which she ignored and instead wrapped her arms around the young assassins' neck even tighter.
"If only someone would carry me to bed."
….
….
….
….
"You are so lucky I am too tired to argue with you right now."
"In my defence, you are abandoning me for ten days; so if you could also grab me…."
"Don't push your luck Raynare."
(10 am: The next day, Gremory Summer House, 28 miles outside of Kuoh town)
Issei Hyodo let out a small sigh of relief as he and the rest of his master's peerage finally reached the main building in which they would be spending the next ten days. The house itself was modelled after an old-school, English Country Manor. The walls were made of thick and heavy stones whilst the front doors were slightly obscured from view via the numerous Greek columns that made up some kind of porch. The windows were easily twice the size of the ones back in the club-room and each seemed to be made of an even more expensive type of wood (if that was at all possible.).
"Here we are. This house normally serves as a Holiday home for me and my family, but seeing as it is very rarely used, my parents have granted us the whole place to train ourselves up over the next ten days so that we can beat Riser-baka once and for all!" Rias stated joyfully, earning a small giggle from her sadistic Queen and nods of approval from Kiba and Koneko.
Issei on the other hand.
"Uooooohhhh~ ! Ten days in the mountains and Prez in nothing but tight…..tight lycra and sports bra's….." The young pervert couldn't help but let out a small, perverse giggle as images of his master in tight-fitting work-out clothes sprang into his mind. However, before his mind could sink further into the gutter, the young man's shin exploded into agony, causing him to let out a howl of pain as he pulled the injured appendage into the air and away from the outstretched leg of one Koneko Tojou.
"Koneko-chan~ what the hell?"
"Pervert-senpai ("Oi!") needs to keep his mind out of the gutter." The petite girl stated calmly in her normal monotone, eliciting a cry of anguish from Hyodo about the unfairness she directed at him. Kiba watched on and laughed uncomfortably whilst rubbing the back of her head, Akeno simply hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled away whilst Rias rubbed the bridge of her nose, but her annoyed air was ruined by a small smirk playing at her lips.
After several seconds, she decided to speak up.
"Okay guys, let's get our stuff in and then get to work!"
"Hai!"
The Gremory group quickly picked their packs up and quickly traversed their way through the building, heading for the main sitting room. However before they reached the room, the sounds of music began to reach their ears. Curious, the group dropped their packs and prepared for a potential enemy.
But upon reaching the room they were greeted by an odd sight.
(Play: Ed Sheeran 'Bloodstream')
Pierr Dusitoir was sat in a plush arm-chair, a cup of tea gripped in his hands, whilst Grayfia Lucifuge sat opposite him, also a cup of tea gripped in her hands. Pierr's posture was one more designed for comfort and personal preference, whilst Grayfia sat with all the poise and grace one would expect of the 'Ultimate Queen'. On a nearby desk, an expensive sound-system was playing the calm and melodic music that had lead them to this room.
The Gremory group stood there for several seconds, bemused, confused and outright stupefied by the presence of the Queen and wife of Lucifer and the town's resident magician. Eventually, after several seconds, the two of them decided to actually grace the group of devils that had joined them with an acknowledgment.
"You lot are zeriously late, 'ou know zat, right?"
"Indeed, you are quite behind schedule, Rias-samma."
That snapped the group out of their daze, as they watched Pierr casually wave his hand and Grayfia stand up. Unsurprisingly, Rias was the first to react to the situation.
"Grayfia? What are you doing here, and with Dusitoir-san no less?" She asked suspiciously, causing Pierr to role his eyes and mutter something under his breath. Grayfia shot the French ex-patriot a look, which he shrugged off and rolled his eyes at, again. Grayfia shook her head lightly before turning her attention back onto Rias and her peerage.
"Gremory-samma realised that you would not accept any form of direct help from your family, but….." She trailed off, inviting Pierr to finish her statement, which he did with a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Zey decided 'ou still needed 'elp, what with you never having actually overseen training before. So, Lucifuge-san decided to purchase my services for ze next ten days. Brilliant, non?"
Rias stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face, as did the rest of her peerage. After all, why wouldn't they? Here they were, expecting to have ten days to themselves for training and what not, and all of a sudden they've wound up with a coach who not only almost incinerated them ten days ago but also had no proven track-record for them to appraise…..a point which Rias was only too keen to point out.
"But Grayfia, surely you remember what I told you about the other day? And also, Dusitoir-san, whilst he may be powerful, is not guaranteed to be a good trainer. I can guarantee that I know my own peerage better than he do….."
"Heh."
"Something funny, Dusitoir-san?" Rias growled as she looked at the smirking Frenchman.
"Yeah, for a second there I almost thought you said that you know what your peerage needs more than I do." He commented coolly, causing Rias to bristle with indignation at his condescending and some would argue outright rude tone of voice. However, before she could continue, Grayfia spoke up.
"Gremory-san, I can personally vouch for Dusitoir-san's skills and ability as a trainer. I have overseen his plans for the next ten days, as well as shown them to the best trainers within your families employment. Each of them agree that his plans are perfect for your situation, and that he has generated several solution that not even they would have thought of, so please show your Sensei for the next ten days the respect he is due." Grayfia finished calmly, causing Rias to bite the inside of her cheek before letting out a small sigh of resignation.
"Fine. I'll trust your judgement on this matter, Grayfia….."
"I just hope you're right about this."
(Outside the Mansion, twenty minutes later).
Thierry watched with absolute dispassion as the Gremory group approached him, each of them wearing their gender-specific Kuoh academy exercise clothing. Each of them had a smile on their faces as they approached him; talking and laughing like they didn't have a care in the world.
'These idiots would have been executed within minutes were we back home.' He thought bitterly to himself. However, before the young assassin could drag himself into his painful memories, the Gremory group finally decided to arrive, stopping some three metres away from him. Thierry brought his gaze off of the floor and turned his steely gaze onto the six teenagers in-front of him. Deciding that he needed to start of strong and emphasise his points early on, Thierry gently began to pace back and forth in front of the group as he spoke, his eyes never leaving theirs as he began his speech.
"You're here to develop your skills and powers; not as Devils or members of a peerage, but as warriors of a battlefield.
You may think you know a lot about fighting, given the fact that you have each now been involved in plenty of stray-devil hunts or battles with other Supernatural foes. But the simple truth of the matter is that you don't know the first thing about fighting a true battle. Sure you may have skills and abilities that you've used plenty of times; but you all lack the true edge to be what is required on a rating-game battlefield.
Your skills are designed for competitions or the foolish 'traditions' of the Devil aristocracy. You limit yourself and do not use your skills to their full potential. So as you train under me, I will not only make you stronger of body and mind, but I will re-forge your spirits into those of warriors. Because if you truly want to win this fight, you must understand what the rating-game is trying to teach you. It was created to not only settle disputes, but also to train Devils and their peerages should war break out again.
So in order to win the battle, you must become the warriors the game wants you to become." Each member of the peerage was looking at him with wide and slightly confused eyes, save for Rias herself. After several seconds of silence, one of them finally decided to speak up.
"Ano, Dusitoir-Senpai, what do you mean 'foolish traditions', if I may ask?" Yumi asked politely, earning a small nod from Thierry.
"I'm glad it was you that asked this, Kiba. The simple fact of the matter is that with the slight exception of Rias and Akeno, each of you brings in fake 'rules' to a fight; such as traditions and codes of conduct.
For example, if you and I were in a battle and I dropped my sword through no fault of my own or any skill on your part, you would allow me to pick it up wouldn't you?," Kiba nodded, so Thierry continued his speech, "Or if I called you out for a challenge, you would come and face me. The same goes for each of you; if we were in a hypothetical battle, there are certain things you simply wouldn't do." Each member of the group (apart from Asia) nodded slightly.
"The simple fact I will tell you now is that there are no rules on a battlefield save two: kill or be killed and protect your buddies back.
If your opponent has dropped his sword; strike him down without mercy or hesitation.
If your opponent is on the ground; beat them till they stop moving and breathing.
If you and your opponent are locked in some type of stalemate; head-butt them or kick them in the groin. If it's a magical stalemate, use the environment.
Nothing is forbidden on a battlefield and everything is permitted, which is why for the next ten day your training will not only focus on making you stronger in terms of power, it will also teach you how real combat must be dealt with; only with these skills will you be able to beat Riser Phenex and his peerage." He finished he speech by quickly handing each of the group a small book with a schedule written throughout it, going into immense detail describing the exercises ; their benefits and where they should be at by the end of the ten days minimally.
Several of the group frowned slightly at their schedule, obviously confused as to why they were doing several of their exercises; but they held their tongue for now….except for one.
"Ex…excuse me, Dusitoir-Senpai, but you haven't given me any co…..combat training in my schedule." Asia commented meekly, earning a small nod from Thierry and confused looks from everyone else.
"That's right Asia. I know you don't like hurting people, and with someone as strong of will as you, that's not an issue I can help you overcome in ten days' time." This caused the girl's mood to lower and her face to start showing signs of unhappiness as she probably assumed that he had labelled her as useless. However, before she or anyone else could speak up, Thierry continued his speech.
"But that doesn't make you useless. That makes you a strong person. Anyone can say they believe in something or do something religiously. However, only someone with a will of steel can honestly adhere to their beliefs and practices. So instead of trying to break the steel you have, I'm going to work with it instead, hence your focus on magical training, dodging/evasion and training your twilight healing. It makes you just as valuable as anyone else here, okay?" He finished with genuine kindness. The girl may now be a half-devil, but in all honesty, he couldn't actually hate the girl at all for her life choice. It confused him and made him slightly angry with her, but he couldn't maintain said anger like he could with other Devils, as her reasons weren't cowardly, selfish or foolish. Someone like her was pure of heart, and that was something Thierry Blanc could respect.
Asia literally beamed under the praise whilst the rest of the Gremory group watched on with small smiles.
Sighing, Thierry looked at his watch before making a swishing motion with his hand.
"Right, each of you head to your assigned locations and get to work. Kiba, I will be along in a few minutes, so make sure you warm up properly."
And with that, Thierry disappeared with little more than what sounded like the displacement of static.
(Near the forests on the east of the estate, with Kiba)
Kiba breathed a small sigh of relief as she heard the displacement of static which signalled the arrival of his newest Sensei. She had been stretching and practicing lightly for the past fifteen minutes, so she was itching to get into his first ever spar with the enigmatic Frenchman and try out the armour he had given her.
Yumi had noted early on that the young French ex-patriot didn't exactly have the stance of a trained swordsman of her level, and thus she had assumed that like most magicians, Pierr would let his ludicrous magical power do all the talking for him. However, having examined his stance before their training, Kiba had to re-evaluate her beliefs in regards to the hulking Frenchman. His steps carried a light touch that any good swordsman had, but they were also a little bit ungraceful; which meant that he didn't finish his training or he was self-taught. The former meant that he would have a fighting style to analyse and deconstruct, and thus exploit for weaknesses. But if he was a self-taught swordsman, that could make him a lot more dangerous than you'd expect.
Many swords-masters argued that those who were self-taught and bastardised different styles into their own, along with their own moves, were easier to defeat as they could never 'master' their own form, as they had nothing to compare it to. At first glance, the theory made sense, but in actual practice, it was a whole different story.
Those who were self-taught swordsmen or women tended to learn because they needed to use a blade, which meant they had plenty of live combat experience to draw from, making them hardy just due to experience. Also, many self-taught sword user were extremely adaptable, capable of fighting any style with ease and constantly changing theirs so that their opponents would have to consistently change their plans if the wanted to stay in the fight. In fact, it was argued by many that the self-taught style's only actual weakness would be the user itself. If the person using the style wasn't smart enough or strong enough, then they very well may end up getting killed, simply because they were not fast enough on the change or technically strong enough in one specific style.
If Ymi was honest, the only reason sword-masters looked down on those who were self-taught was simply due to snobbery, a fact that Kiba's master had ingrained into her skull many years ago.
So all in all, this promised to be rather interesting.
Turning around, Kiba watched as Pierr closed the distance between them. The French Magician was wearing what could only be described as 'tactical' gear; long-sleeved shirt and Kevlar vest, combat trousers with knee and shin protection and combat boots. Upon his head was a pair of ballistic sunglasses used by soldier in sunny environments and a small knife was holstered to his right forearm, whilst a far larger combat-knife was sheathed in his combat boot.
He looked like a man ready for war.
Well, almost.
"Errrr, Senpai, what's with the case?" Kiba asked. It was a fair question, given the large, almost rectangular case that his 'master' was carrying. It seemed to be made of some sort of metal alloy, and was painted pitch black on the main faces, whilst the edges and handles were painted a faint silver. The young man grinned slightly before holding the case in-front of himself, at chest height.
"Sorry Kiba, I had to fetch one of my swords. For now I feel this would probably be the best to use against you, seeing as my other two blades have a nasty habit of annihilating rather large areas, so I need to keep them locked up. This is the weakest blade I own…..but make no mistake…"
Here he paused in his speech, and Yumi watched in fascination as the bottom panels of the case dropped open, and a sheathed sword dropped from within the case, suspended by what appeared to be some sort of magnetic force. Pierr gripped the weapon and threw the case away, before quickly attaching the sheath to his belt and drawing the blade.
"It's one of the greatest blades you will ever see."
The blade itself was possibly a quarter of a centimetre thick, as was the grip, and it seemed to be carved from a single piece of metal that Kiba couldn't identify. It was as long as a Japanese Katana, but it held none of the grace of elegance one would expect of the great Samurai weapon. Instead, the beauty of the weapon came from its simplicity; an edge so sharp that Kiba would wager not even her Sacred Gear could re-create it, and a construction so strong that the greatest of blacksmiths would sell their souls to understand. In essence, it was not a weapon that a casual enthusiast of bladed weaponry would be able to admire, in fact, many would disregard it out-of-hand for something far more flashy.
But for a sword-master like Kiba, the weapon was exquisite in its own unique and subtle way. It was the sort of weapon that very few flashy weapons would surpass. And in the end, after all was said and done, as long as it did all of its jobs perfectly, who cared how good it looked? Efficiency and ability was what made a sword beautiful to someone like Kiba. If the weapons also looked good, that was just a bonus; but she would always choose substance over style.
"That's one hell of a sword you have their, Dusitoir-sensei."
"All the ladies say that, Yumi. And here I was thinking that you would be a little more tactful about getting into my pants." Pierr commented cheekily, earning an indignant squawk from Kiba as she blushed bright red and began trying to stutter out a reply. Normally she wasn't so easy to fluster, but the young French ex-patriot had caught her off-guard due to their lack of a formal relationship, and had thus left her trying to figure out a witty reply.
"Mah~ Kiba, you're way too easy to fluster. Don't let stuff like that get to you…after all…."
Here, Pierr literally vanished into thin air, causing Yumi to raise her weapon in a defensive posture. She stood there for a moment before moving her blade to the left at the last second, barely blocking an arm-jarring side-ways blow from Pierr, who had his sunglasses down and a near psychotic grin on his lips, his face barely inches from Kiba's own.
"You need to press every advantage you get."
With that, Kiba felt her entire nose explode into agony and her vision clouded not with tears and general blurriness. The young half-devil stumbled backwards and blindly lashed out with her European-style long-sword, hoping to catch her opponent and buy herself a bit of time. However, it seemed like she had missed-swung, because within moments, Kiba was barely able to notice her sword being cast from her hand whilst a deep cut formed across the back of it, whilst another slash to the back of both of her knees sent the gorgeous, buxom young woman spiralling to the ground.
After several seconds of lying on the floor, completely disorientated and in pain, the young woman eventually managed to roll over and blink the tears and bleariness out of her vision…..
Only to be greeted the cold steel of Pierr's sword.
Kiba glared up at the Frenchman with a look of absolute loathing in her eyes as she spoke back up.
"You cheated."
Pierr sent her a look of absolute disinterest as he ignored Yumi's words and spoke.
"And there is your problem."
"What the hell are you talking about!"
"You think there is such thing as cheating in a fight. You think that all the rules and what not you've learnt in your life are applicable on the battlefield.
Let me tell you something Kiba, on a battlefield there are no rules of conduct or do's and don'ts; there is merely winning and surviving. I've seen men bite out each-others' throats, use the corpses of their friends as meat-shields and anything and everything as a fucking weapon. War is a fucking cruel an evil business where there are no rules, and the battlefield is the shop in which you deal your trade.
And if you want to be of any use in the coming battle, you need to learn this lesson over the next ten days."
Kiba sat there, absolutely shell-shocked by the young man's words. Not just by the cold, callous and disconnected way he spoke about it; but also the absolute truth behind his words. Those things he said he had seen, he'd seen everything with his own eyes.
'By the Mao, how the hell is he still sane?'
Kiba watched, absolutely shell-shocked as the young man retracted his hand, disappeared in a burst of static, and then re-appeared two seconds later with one confused Asia Argento. He pointed to Kiba, and the young woman immediately went to work on Kiba, her face set in a cute frown whilst she questioned her trainer.
"Dusitoir-san, did you really have to hit Kiba-san so hard?"
Pierr merely flicked the blood off of his blade before speaking.
"Fix her injuries, the moment he is ready, we continue."
(Nine days later, the evening before the day of the match.)
Thierry let out a small sigh as he made his way towards the outdoors bath having just finished washing in the main building.
The past nine days had been immensely useful, with each and every single member of the Gremory peerage making leaps and bounds in terms of their abilities and power. Akeno had developed a rather basic but efficient close-combat style whilst her reserves had grown quite an amazing amount. Rias was much the same; she now had a few martial arts skills under her belt whilst her control had improved unbelievably. She was still very much woeful, but in terms of where she was, she had made a miraculous improvement.
Next was Kiba.
The gorgeous woman had, at first, been resilient to any and all attempts to re-write his training. However, as the days had worn on, she'd started to adapt. She wouldn't do some things (like strike a weaponless opponent) but she no-longer had the foolish pride of a knight. She wasn't fighting as a soldier yet but she had gotten closer to doing so in the past seven or six days than she had ever done in his life…..and as such, Yumi was now a hell of a lot more dangerous than she was previously.
And despite his initial distaste for the gorgeous girl, he honestly had to admit that, much like Akeno, he had come to appreciate the girls company. Her flirtatious and witty nature was refreshing, and Thierry actually enjoyed their banter matches, especially seeing as he always won them (a fact that constantly caused Yumi to pout). He still hated her blood status as a half-devil, but he ultimately overlooked it in favour of her human side (a major step for Thierry's jaded ways).
Asia and Koneko had also made tremendous leaps and bounds: Asia was now easily capable of moving and dodging decent sized and speed attacks, and her magical reserves had grown greatly, therefore enabling her to heal far more grievous wounds than before, and in greater quantity. Koneko, on the other hand, was now far more difficult to hit. Her strength hadn't improved too much, but her agility and speed now more than compensated for it; making her a fast but hard hitting weapon for Gremory to use.
And then there was Issei.
He had made the biggest changes this past week. He was now far faster and stronger, he could now hold his own in a hand to hand fight and his tactical nous had actually grown somewhat. And with regards to the Boosted Gear, he could now boost more and hold the power produced by it longer. His new technique, 'Dragon Shot', was one hell of an attack that had devastated a small mountain less than eight hours ago. He was now Gremory's ace-in-the-hole; if he could promote to Queen, and both Akeno and Kiba were both still in play…they would destroy Riser.
'But enough of that now. Focus on getting in the water and cooling off for now.' He thought to himself calmly.
Pushing open a heavy door, the young man walked out into the bathing area; a small circular area surrounded by Greek-style columns with a Japanese style bath in the centre.
Quickly making his way to the centre, Thierry threw his towel on a rail before gently easing himself into the water. The young man let out a sigh of satisfaction as he felt the hot water seep some heat into his tired and sore limbs. He sat there for what felt like forever, simply basking in the comfort of the heat and silence. Slowly, as he sat there, Thierry drifted from the world of the perceptive to the land of the oblivious.
In fact, so oblivious to the world was he that he never noticed the heavy door opening, nor the sound of soft footsteps as they made their way towards him. The footsteps grew louder and louder until finally a surprised gasp brought Thierry back to the world of the fully conscious. Spinning around, he was greeted by the sight of one Akeno Hijimia; with her modesty hidden by little more than a towel that struggled to cover her substantial bust.
The two sat/stood for several moments, before Akeno finally decided to break the awkward silence that had settled between the two of them.
"I didn't realise you were here Dusitoir-san, please forgive my intrusion ." She bowed her head ever so slightly before she made to leave, but before she could, Thierry spoke up.
"Feel free to join me Miss Hijimia. The water is full of enough bath-salts and what not so your modesty is hidden if that's got you worried."
In all honesty, Thierry couldn't actually bring himself to hate the young girl. Despite his initial revoltion of her blood status; Human/Fallen/Devil, he couldn't actually hate her status as a Devil or as Gremory's Queen. To him, he still saw a Fallen Angel first and foremost and Gremorys Queen last; and he respected her choice to become a Devil to a certain extent…he hated it, of course, but he also respected it to a certain degree. After all, to become that which your kind feared and hated most in order to save yourself took a lot of courage; and courage, no matter how foolhardy or mad, was something he could ultimately admire.
So he would make a genuine effort to enjoy her company.
Akeno stood there for several moments before a sly smirk played across her lips, slowly sauntering towards Thierry with a small sway in her hips as she walked.
"Ara, ara Pierr-kun~, trying to seduce me so soon? What would your parents say?" She teased gently, earning a moment of silence from Thierry as she slipped her towel from her shoulders and slipped into the bath. Once she was comfortable, Thierry replied to her quip.
"I wouldn't know, but I'd like to think my mother would scold me and my father would cheer me on before getting a frying-pan to the face." He replied softly, earning a shocked look from the buxom young woman as the first part of his words registered with her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…..."
"Don't apologise. You didn't know, nor do anything wrong." He replied calmly, earning an understanding look from Akeno mixed in with a near silent 'thank you.' The two just sat there for a while, enjoying the silence and comfort of the bath for a while before Akeno finally decided to speak up again.
"I haven't had a lot of chances to say it, but I just wanted to offer you my thanks, Dusitoir-san. You've helped us so much over the past ten days, and whilst I respect Rias as my master and love her like a sister, even I knew she wasn't what we needed to get us ready for this match." Akeno commented, earning a dry chuckle from Thierry.
"You sound a lot like Lady Lucifuge when you say that." He commented dryly, earning a small giggle from Akeno.
"Ara, a bit close with Grayfia-san, aren't you?"
"Jealous much?"
"Maybe~!" Akeno smirked ever so slightly as she slowly made her way towards the young assassin, causing him to quirk an eyebrow at her actions. His confusion was soon lifted when the girl sidled up next to him before swinging herself onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
'Ahhhhhhhhh, this old game, huh? Well, two can play it, my dear Akeno-chan…..two can most certainly play it this way.' He thought to himself as the girl started speaking.
"Surely you wouldn't leave a girl feeling so sad, upset and lonely now, would you?" She asked in a sultry tone of voice, causing Thierry to smirk ever so slightly as he wrapped his arms around the girl in question.
"Is there anything…..specific I can do to help you, Akeno?" He asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper, earning the slight widening of Akeno's eyes as she realised he wasn't going to fail so miserably in her battle of teasing and wits. So with an even bigger smirk, she pushed her considerable bust up against his chest, causing him to raise an eyebrow as she spoke.
"I think it's more a case of what I can do for you, . ." She punctuated every syllable of his name, each one sounding more and more seductive as she went on, until Akeno was practically purring his name in his ear, causing him to shiver ever so slightly at the sound.
'And that's the Fallen Angel blood making itself known.' He thought to himself before wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to her right ear before whispering gently to her.
"Are you certain there's nothing I can do for you? You seemed rather…flushed earlier. Are you sure you are feeling well?" He asked gently, earning a small shiver from Akeno. His words were based in some truth; she had been rather flushed earlier when he had been talking about pressure points and the debilitations offered by certain strikes. He knew that the girl had a serious S&M streak so it didn't exactly surprise him that she paid…special interest to his CQC lessons.
But even though he wouldn't admit it, he found the predatory way she eyed him up slightly unnerving yet sexy at the same time. He didn't know how the hell that even worked, but if he was honest he didn't really care about understanding; he just hoped she kept that look for a little while longer.
The two sat there for what seemed like forever, lost in one-another's eyes and taking comfort in the warmth of the water and one-another's embrace. Eventually, though they did actually have to move, and it was Thierry who made the first move.
"Well, despite the fun I've had with you, Miss Hijimia, I'm sad to say that I must be on my way to bed. But if you could inform everyone that they are not to be training at all tomorrow, I would… appreciate it."
"How much would you appreciate it, Dusitoir-kun?" The buxom young woman purred, earning a small smile from the normally stoic assassin as he pulled her face merely millimetres from his own.
"Why don't you try and find out?" He whispered so quietly that it was like the voice of a ghost, carried upon the wind. Slowly, the young assassin slipped from underneath the famous "Priestess of Thunder" and out of the bathing area, leaving a flushed and smirking Akeno in his wake.
Once she was certain he was out of hearing range, the young girl let out a chuckle before muttering to herself as she slowly relaxed into the water.
"Ufufufu, you win this round Dusitoir-kun. But next time," here she paused as she bit her index finger and shivered ever-so-slightly.
"I'll show you just what I can really do."
(The Following evening, Thierry's base in Kuoh)
"I'm home~!"
Thierry quickly threw the bag he had slung over his shoulder to one side and kicked off his shoes in the same general direction as aforementioned bag before stretching his arms above his head, taking great pleasure of finally being free from the Gremory estate. He'd enjoyed certain aspects of the training trip (such as his time with Akeno), but he ultimately hated the majority of it. Hyodo was an insufferable idiot, Gremory an arrogant fool and Koneko was far too childish about her heritage. In fact, the only people he could honestly say he enjoyed his time with were Asia, Yumi and Akeno; Akeno and Yumi for their sense of humour and ability to keep up with him during their teasing bouts, and Asia simply because the girl was genuinely nice.
'Kind of odd that she's so in love with that idiot Hyodo. Honestly, how the hell he can't tell is beyond me.'
Shelving his thoughts about the Occult Research Club for several moments, Thierry let out a small sigh as he realised that Raynare hadn't respond to his call earlier.
"Oi, Raynare! Where the hell are you?"
The moment he didn't even here movement, Thierry tensed. Normally, the young man would receive a holler in response from the buxom Fallen, regardless of where she was in the house, even if it meant that she had to move to a place where she could back to him. So for him to not hear anything from the young Fallen Angel immediately set alarm-bells ringing in his mind; call him paranoid but given his history and the training he had been subjected to, this kind of response was literally ingrained into his mind.
So it was with practiced ease that he summoned his Browning Hi-power pistol into his hand. The silencer was no-longer silenced and the matte-black paint-job had been removed, showing the original finish to be that of a reflective-silver. In an almost robotic manner, the young man slid the magazine out of the weapon to check it was fully loaded, before slamming it back home and pulling back the slide and flicking the safety off.
Raising the weapon to shoulder-height and keeping it pointed forwards, Thierry began to travers the house, taking extra care as he passed-by corners or small alcoves from where an ambush could happen. By this point, almost any person would be breathing heavily or feel their heart racing like crazy; but not Thierry. He had been raised on battlefields and then trained to kill from the shadows without mercy: something like this was barely even worth him opening his eyes for, let alone getting excited.
Tell him Kokabiel had finally gone off of the deep-end and was attacking Kuoh Town, then he may get a little bit excited.
'But not even that idiot would be that stupid.'
Thierry would have continued his mental attack on Kokabiel, but before he could, something else caught his attention.
Thud.
'Living room!'
Immediately, Thierry took off for the aforementioned room. He knew it was a possibility that Raynare may have simply fallen asleep and not caught his calls; but when it came to matters of security and personal well-being, especially with Raynare, he'd rather be safe than sorry. So it was with a certain level of trepidation that he placed his and on the door-knob of the living-room door.
'Please be okay Raynare.'
With a heavy push, he swung the door open with the same force as a stallion breaking free from his stall in the stables, before immediately training his weapon on the occupants of the room. Raynare let out a surprised squeal as she leapt from the arm-chai she was in as Thierry entered the room with about as much grace as a herd of elephants on the run. The second person merely let out an all-too-familiar chuckle that caused a tick-mark to form on the young assassins head.
"God damn it Azazel! How many times have I got to tell you not to break into my fucking houses, you old bastard?"
"Jesus Thierry-kun, I come here to see how you are and this is the response I get?" The Viceroy of the Fallen Angels commented off-handedly as he took a sip of the saucer of Sake he had in his hand, causing Thierry to growl in annoyance and the ancient Fallen's flippant nature, whilst Raynare just watched the two of them break down into a childish argument.
"Old sleaze-bag!"
"Workaholic!"
"Man-whore!"
"Virgin!"
"That's not true and you know it!"
"Prostitutes don't count!"
"Bull-shit, then ninety nine percent of your 'conquests' don't count!"
"FUCK YOU! MY HAREMS WERE REAL YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
"You sure they weren't just a product of your imagination?"
"At least the women I bed don't look like pears."
"OH THAT'S IT YOU FUCKING…"
The young Fallen Angel literally couldn't believe what was transpiring in-front of her. The two most feared men in the Grigori, Azazel and Thierry Blanc, were currently arguing like two five year old children fighting over a toy. However she could tell it was all in good fun, if the amused look on Azazel's face and the happy look in Thierry's eyes was anything to go by.
Still, the whole thing was so ridiculous, so absolutely stupefying that she could only do one thing.
And that was laugh.
The two arguing men quickly tore their attention away from one-another and instead turned it to the buxom Fallen Angel who was currently howling with laughter as she sat in her seat. After several moments, Azazel couldn't help but chuckle along whilst Thierry merely let out a sigh whilst a small smirk played at his lips as he made his way over to another cabinet in the room. Once he was far enough away, the two pure-blood Fallen Angels managed to control their laughing enough to communicate with one another.
"Azazel-samma, are you two…you know…"
"Always like this?"
"Yeah."
"Pretty much, Raynare-chan. Thierry is a pretty intense person most of the time, so I have to help him unwind from time-to-time so he doesn't annihilate his training facility or blow all his cash on something stupid." He commented off-handedly, earning a slightly confused look from Raynare, however before she could question what he had said, Thierry returned with three glasses and an extremely expensive looking bottle of Whiskey. Azazel went to protest, but before he could , Thierry spoke up.
"Shut it old man. There's no way I'm letting you drink that donkey-piss when there's a perfectly good bottle of Glennfidich in the house." He commented dryly, earning an affronted look from Azazel and a small chuckle from Raynare. Nether-the-less, the Viceroy of the Grigori magically stored his Sake before graciously accepting a glass of the honey-coloured drink, as did Raynare. Thierry sat down in on the sofa, and gestured for Raynare to join him, which she happily did; pressing her body comfortably into his side and resting her head on his shoulder, which earned a small smile from Azazel that went unnoticed by the two younger beings.
'Looks like you're doing a good job, Raynare.'
Taking a small sip of his drink, Thierry waited for the comforting burning-feeling to fade away before he spoke up.
"Drinks and merriment aside Azazel, what the heck are you doing here?" He asked casually, earning a smile from the Viceroy.
"Well~ seeing as you spent ten days with the Gremory peerage, I figured that you'd appreciate the chance to watch your hard work pay off." With that, the television screen flickered on, showing three people: two men and a woman, who were apparently talking about the upcoming rating match. He wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying in any detail, but the general consensus was that Riser Phenex was going to easily win.
"Huh, those devils sure are in for a rude awakening." Thierry commented as he took another sip of his drink, earning a small laugh from the Viceroy of the Grigori.
"I do hope so Thierry, what with the three million euros you charged for this."
"THREE MILLION EURO'S?" Raynare screeched, causing Thierry to wince and glare at her (an act which made the buxom young girl blush madly in embarrassment).
"How the hell do you know about that?" He asked calmly. Azazel's response was to simply grin like a mad-man before downing what was left of his Whiskey.
"You seem to forget who I am."
"What, an old pervert?"
"Fun-Nazi!"
"Gigolo!"
"Dumbass!"
"Crow-winged bastard!"
"Virgin!"
"Oh really original you…."
"Gentlemen!" Raynare cut in before the two could really get into it again, causing the two of them to shift their attention to the buxom young Fallen Angel.
"What?"
Pointing towards the T.V, Raynare let out a sigh before speaking.
"The match is starting."
….
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…..
….
"Oh."
ARMOURY;
The Jackal's Claw:
The Jackal's Claw (Or 'The Claw') is based off of a human world design; it weapon capable of cutting through almost everything by vibrating so fast that it cuts through the very bonds that hold atoms together. The model used by Thierry is slightly different to its 'normal' counterpart, in that instead of using a battery unit to keep the blade running, it uses the natural electricity produced by Thierry's body due to his affinity for lightning magic.
However, despite its many impressive features, the weapon itself is not capable of slicing through magically re-enforced objects, as it is incapable of overcoming the magics used to make said item. This doesn't mean it cannot be used against supernatural foes; it merely means that Thierry would not be able to simply carve his way through a holy sword or certain armours; he would have to bypass them in the same manner as everyone else.
The blade itself doesn't have many special abilities beyond those discussed. Unlike (NAME RETRACTED) and (NAME RETRACTED), the Weapon is not really 'special' in terms of magical properties. It is still capable of widespread destruction, but no-where near the scale of Thierry's remaining two blades.
A/N:
Annnnnnnnd done.
Okay, here we are, chapter 4 repost complete. Yaaaaay!
Now, before any of you start about Thierry , Yumi and Akeno, I would like to tell you that Thierry still HATES devils; he just doesn't see Akeno or Kiba as one. Like I said in the text, Thierry overlooks Akeno'ss half-devil status because she is still roughly a quarter Fallen Angel, Thierry's favourite race, whilst he likes Yumi based on her status as a Half human. However, he also still despises basically the entirety of Gremory's peerage and the concept of reincarnation.
That and he finds both Akeno and Yumi EXTREMLY attractive.
And therefore means.
Harem Update:
Kuroka
Raynare
Akeno
Yumi
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Not a surprise, I'm sure.
I added Yumi based on the results of my poll, with 86% of the vote going in favour of adding her to Thierry's harem. Now you can't call me an obstinant author who doesn't listen :p.
Now originally I received a LOT of messages asking for Rossweiss to be added to Thierry's harem, and as such I have put up a NEW poll to see if people still want this to happen; SO GO VOTE MORTALS, AND YOUR BENEVOLENT GOD SHALL LISTEN *MWHAHAHAHAHAHA*.
*Ahem*, okay, egomaniacal alter-ego stored away, I guess this is as good a place as any to wrap things up. So for now all I have to say is leave a review so that you can tell me what you liked and disliked about this chapter, and perhaps if you liked the story, why not drop a fave or a follow (or maybe even both)? If only so you can easily keep up-to-date with this story.
Oh, and before I forget, if we can get to thirty plus reviews by tomorrow, I shall not only upload the next chapter of THIS story, but also the FIRST chapter of my first (for this account) cross-over of Highschool DxD…but only if you guys review.
So you all know what to do ;)
Peace out,
And keep it real Like a Ninja.
MetalGearMantis