The body fell towards the ground with a thud, before it bounced off of it once, twice before finally stopping at a third. A long groan of pain came from the teen, before he pushed his hands onto to ground to stand up. He got to his knees and stopped as his breathing grew hard and heavy.
"Lee, that's enough." A voice called out to him. In front of him stood a larger man with black hair and violet eyes, wearing a simple shirt and shorts that were matted with dirt and sweat. Despite that the man didn't look tired in the slightest as he calmly walked towards the downed teen.
"No Sairaorg-sama, I can still fight." Lee breathed out, wincing as a spike of pain flared up his chest. Shakily he got to his feet and glared at the larger man. He placed on hand behind his back, while he held the other one in front of him with the thumb tucked in while the other fingers stood up straight.
A look of doubt appeared on the larger man's face, he crossed his arms and focused it on the younger teen "Lee you are injured, you cannot fight at your fullest in that condition. We've sparred enough Lee, get some rest."
"Don't worry about me Sairaorg-sama I'm fine, please let us continue our bout." Lee took a deep breath, ignoring the pain that came with it, and exhaled loudly as if to prove that he was still fine to fight. He tightened his stance and narrowed his eyes challengingly at the larder man.
An amused look flashed on Sairaorg's face, before he sighed "What am I going to do with you?" Despite those words the larger man uncrossed his arms and got into his own fighting stance. "Alright Lee this'll be the last time today, we have much more things to do. So you better come at me with all you've got!"
Lee's eyes sparkled, a wide smile on his face before he replaced it with a serious glare "Understood Sairaorg-sama!" He cried out with passion and shot towards the man.
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The next morning came, and Sairaorg found himself staring out at the yard at the sight of his newest Pawn training this early in the morning.
The young teen was viciously proving himself to be very dedicated in getting himself stronger counting each time his foot slammed against the bark, either that or he really hated nature as he was repeatedly kicking the tree trunks that had somehow found themselves in the yard.
Personally he wouldn't mind if it was the latter, the collateral damage that he himself would cause would sometimes paint him as a man after nature's head.
With that little thought in his head the high-class devil stepped into the yard and headed to where the young teen was training.
"You're up early today Lee" he called to the teen.
Lee stopped his counting at twenty-nine when he heard his voice. Quickly he turned to his direction and bowed deeply "Greetings Sairaorg-sama, I was simply catching up on my training." He said with a respectful tone.
"This early in the morning though?" Sairaorg asked.
"Of course!" Came Lee's energetic reply, "My training time was cut short due to our spar yesterday-"
Sairaorg withheld a snort.
"-So I decided to begin my training extra early today to make up for it!" Lee gave the man a thumbs up with a grin that seemed to twinkle.
"I see" the high class devil couldn't help but smile at the Pawn's enthusiasm. He reached out and patted the teen on his shoulder "Well I'm not one to stop you from, but try not to hurt yourself too much until you can't train with the rest of the others. We're a team so we train together."
"I understand Sairaorg-sama!" Lee cried out with the same energy as before "I will train as hard as I can until I can fight with all of my comrades, then I shall assist you in proving to everyone that hard-earn skill beats talent!" With fire in his eyes Lee turned back to the tree he was kicking and resumed with vigour.
Sairaorg shook his head with a chuckle. He turned to leave but stopped half-way "By the way Lee."
The teen stopped his kicking again and turned to his King again "Yes Sairaorg-sama?"
"If you want to kick really hard" he turned towards the nearest tree and delivered a powerful kick that obliterated the trunk into splinters and sent what wasn't destroyed far into the distance "Turn your body with your kick, it'll make it stronger." He gave a final grin before he walked back to the house.
Lee stood there with his jaw open, before the fire returned to his eyes with twice the intensity "Alright Sairaorg-sama, I will not let you down!" He resumed his training with twice the amount of vigour as well, kicking the poor plants even harder than before.
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"Well if it isn't my little cousin Rias" Sairaorg greeted the red head with a friendly smile.
"Ah Sairaorg, it's nice to see you again as well" Rias replied with the same friendly smile.
The two descendants of the original Bael devil greeted each other amongst the gathering of the devils. Both of them dressed in rather fetching attire as they held onto their drinks.
"It has been quite a while since we've last met" Sairaorg nodded at Rias' words "Though I've heard you've been getting yourself into some very interesting situations lately." He gave the red head a teasing look only an older sibling could have "Facing off against an Cadre level fallen angle isn't something I'd expect from you little cousin."
"Believe me" Rias rolled her eyes with an amused smile "I've never expected to face off against anything like before I got old enough to participate in a proper Rating Game either." The red head took a small sip of the drink in her hand "I'm simply glad we managed to get out of that ordeal without any of us dying."
"Very fortunate indeed" Sairaorg chuckled. His gaze then shifted from the red head to the brunette speaking with the youngest child of the Phenex clan "I've heard about your new Pawn though, the Red Dragon Emperor? He was the one who fought against Raiser right?"
"Ah yes Ise" a softer smile grew on her lips as she followed Sairaorg's gaze to her Pawn "He can be quite a handful but I treasure him nonetheless." Then she turned her own eyes to stare into his "What about you though? I heard about that new Pawn of yours as well, Lee was it? The talentless devil that broke his own body to take down that tanuki youkai?"
"Rock Lee" Sairaorg clarified with tilt of his head "And yes, I recruited the poor boy when I saw him get mocked for his 'disability'" the devil couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the word "When I offered him a chance to join he agreed, never seen a devil so excited to give his life for another devil." The larger man turned his head to where the Pawn was currently speaking with a fellow Pawn.
"Really now, what's wrong with him?" Rias question as she stared at the, admittedly, funny looking Pawn that was talking with Saji.
"He's a bit like me unable to use any devil spells, unlike me it's not because he couldn't inherent the ability of his clan. He has the Demonic Energy inside him he just can't do anything with it." Sairaorg answered
"But he still managed to take down that youkai on his own, you must've trained him really hard" Rias commented.
"In my defence he's the one who requested that he take on the tanuki on his own, trying to prove himself or hoping that he would get stronger from the battle. As if his already crazy training regimen isn't bad enough," he casted an amused smile to his younger cousin "you know he actually got a devil that could seal his arms and legs with magical weights each comparable to a house?"
"That's rather extreme" Rias couldn't help but gasp.
"Tell me about it" Sairaog let out a hearty laugh.
"How many pieces did he take by the way?" Rias asked curiously.
"Just one simple Pawn piece, a rather worthy trade if I had to admit" Sairaorg smirked.
"One Pawn piece and he managed to grow that strong" Rias muttered "I wonder how much stronger Ise will get if he continues training."
"Well when you think he's strong enough I'll have Lee prove that he's the strongest Pawn" Sairaorg challenged.
"Please" Rias smirked "When Ise gets strong enough he's going to prove that he's the strongest Pawn, I have my faith in him."
"As do I in Lee, let's see who has the strongest Pawn when the time comes shall we?" He smiled.
"When that day comes Sairaorg, I hope you're ready to taste defeat." She smiled back.
A/N: Okay trying my hand at a Naruto cross… I think I just felt pure hatred slam into me from that sentence. But just a little plotbunny that has been hopping around in my head when I think of Sairaorg.