Chapter 2

Junichiro spent several long hours in the depths of the scrapyard. Thanks to his mana constantly being refilled he was able to make a fair few items to help him out in the immediate future. The first, and most important, was a simple bracelet. Its job was to contain anything that didn't qualify as human and stop it from getting out. It was meant to hide him from the devils within the school until he was ready for them.

He was still working out how he would deal with the coming events and his participation in them. Yes, he fully planned on participating in future events. There was just no way in hell that he was going to leave the fate of the world up to that dumb-ass Issei Hyoudou. Not to mention all the beautiful women that could be gathered together. No, Issei needed to be turned into a non-entity. That's where his next creation came into play. A sacred gear extractor.

Unlike the one designed by Azazel that killed people, his was perfect. Why? Because his sacred gear was a monstrous cheat. His extractor was small, simple to use, and instantly worked. It would not only remove the sacred gear from someone without pain, but it would also reverse any physical changes their body went through. For example, Issei's Draconian aura that made him charming to the ladies. It would take away anything and everything that even remotely made Issei anything more than a pervert.

On top of that, the sacred gear would be stored within an orb that would allow aware gears to communicate with the outside world. Lastly, if the orb was pressed against someone's chest it would automatically fuse the gear with its new host. All in all, it was an excellent item that could be used for so many wonderful things. If he got the chance, he would gladly steal every sacred gear from every member of the 'hero' faction.

Except maybe Heracles. Who's so pathetic as to need a sacred gear to cause explosions? Lame.

His next impressive item he called a gene sampler and it did what was on the label. It was shaped like a ring and worn on his finger so anytime he shook hands with someone or touched them with the ring, it would take microscopic samples of their skin cells. It would then process and store the data on the genetics for later use. He planned to use it to steal clan traits from devils. Power of Destruction? Yes, please. Rapid regeneration? Oh my! Time control? Orgasmic.

To go with the sampler he made a splicer so he could add the stolen genetic information to his own. It was by far the biggest thing he'd made as it was a chamber large enough to fit a fully grown adult with room to spare. Luckily, his next item made moving something so big around easy. A dimensional storage device in the shape of a ring. Yes, he stole the idea from every wuxia and xianxia story ever.

Up last was the final item he made for the day. He would have made more but it seemed there was a bit of a limit in himself. Despite never running out of mana while slowly making items, it put a rather large strain on his mind. By the time he finished his last item, his head was throbbing with the worst migraine he'd ever experienced. If he tried to make anything else he was certain he'd have a stereotypical nosebleed or worse.

It was worth it though. His last item was probably his favorite since he planned to use it for a very long time. Armor. However, it wasn't just any armor. He'd based it on the concept of the Incursio armor from the anime Akame ga Kill. Nearly indestructible, self-evolving, and enhances the user drastically. Of course, he didn't add in the drawbacks that the original suffered from and he made it into a thinner more streamlined suit with the helmet being optional. In its sealed form it was a necklace with an amulet, but with a single thought, it would instantly transform into armor and protect him. The more he fought with it, the stronger it would get.

If his head wasn't killing him so much, he would have added even more such items to his arsenal. For now, this would have to do. He needed more time, experience, and a much larger mana pool to make the truly epic and broken items that he could think of. Let these posers have their broken Excalibur, he'd make the one from TYPE-MOON. Or better yet, Ea. So many broken items, so little time.

Junichiro left the scrapyard as the sun was beginning to set. His storage ring containing his extractor and splicer along with tons of extra scrap metal, parts, pieces, and electronics. Meanwhile, he wore his jewelry items. From now on, he wouldn't go anywhere without his Incursio armor.

The trip back home was just as short as the trip out had been, though there were far more people on the train given the time of day. He didn't pay any attention to that though. Between his throbbing head and trying to stop thinking, he had his hands full. Thankfully he was soon off the train and inside a convenience store buying a bottle of water and a bottle of pain reliever. He would definitely take it easier tomorrow and work over the day while taking longer breaks. His supplies should let him make whatever he needed at home, starting with something to block magic from getting out of his apartment.

Even with the pain reliever downed, it would take time to work its way through his system. Healing definitely needed to be added to his armor, soon. Hopefully, it would work on sacred gear-inflicted pain. Maybe something to sharpen his mind while he was at it. So many things to make, so little time.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Junichiro froze at the voice and quickly looked around. He'd been on autopilot walking home while thinking. Now that he was broken out of his thoughts he noticed the unnaturalness of his surroundings. He was alone and there was no one else in sight. He quickly looked up and could barely see a dome of energy surrounding him. A barrier. Fuck. Without another thought, he was surrounded by his Incursio armor.

He was instantly covered in black armor from head to toe. It was simple, thin-looking, and articulated to give him maximum flexibility without losing out on defense. His armor was almost plain looking, boring even, and that was by choice. He wanted people to underestimate the power of his armor so he had the element of surprise.

"I knew there was something off about you. Your aura was just... artificial? No human has an aura that... bland? Blank? Something. So. Who are you? Stray? Kinda normal looking for a stray though. Just a devil then? Exorcist maybe? Definitely not one of ours though. So, tell me, kid, what are you and why shouldn't I crack open that tinfoil you're wearing and kill you?"

While the male voice was talking, Junichiro was looking all over in order to locate it. He was also rather annoyed with himself for not making a weapon of some sort earlier. He had zero experience with fighting. He would just have to hope his armor would make up for that.

"Not going to answer? Well, I guess that means I can do whatever I like with you."

As the voice finished speaking, a man wearing a trench coat and fedora dropped out of the sky, his black wings slowing him before touching down. Junichiro wanted to slap himself for not looking up more than once. Fucking everyone could fly, he should have examined the sky to see more than the dome.

He focused on the fedora-wearing fallen. He recognized his look but had totally forgotten his name. Far as he was concerned it could be 'Mook A' or something similar. He, along with the other fallen, all got their asses handed to them with minimal screen time. They were bottom of the rung trash mobs. Yet, Junichiro's heart was hammering in his chest as adrenaline flooded his system. He was very afraid and very aware that he was still a run-of-the-mill human with only his fists to fight with.

"You're a quiet one aren't you? Let's see if we can't change that."

As soon as Dohnaseek, the fallen in the fedora, finished speaking, he summoned a spear of golden light in his hand and casually threw it at Junichiro. His disdain for the armor Junichiro was wearing was clear in the casual way he tossed the spear at him. Despite the casual look of the action, the spear blazed through the air faster than Junichiro could track and before he could register it was even in flight, it slammed into his chest. The force of the spear slamming into him and shattering was enough to knock him clean off of his feet.

Junichiro grunted as the spear knocked him into the air and again when he landed on his back. Despite being hit so hard, he hardly felt a thing and thanked his lucky stars that he'd thought to make something based on the Incursio. He could feel it adapting to the energy of the light spear and thus all the light-based magic and abilities of all angels, fallen or not. A few more blows and the armor would likely become immune to them.

While sprawled on his back like a turtle, Junichiro decided on a plan of action. For now, he would play helpless... Erm, if his complete lack of knowledge on how to fight could be called playing, and allow the fallen to nail his armor a few more times to help it adapt. He didn't even need to do anything as Dohnaseek spoke once more.

"Oh ho? That armor is pretty impressive. Is that your sacred gear? It's a good defense, I can admit that, but without offense, it's not really all that impressive. I wonder how much you can take."

Dohnaseek could tell that the human before him had zero experience fighting. It was all in the way he stood and acted. Despite the defensive power of his sacred gear, Dohnaseek had no doubt he could crack the armor open and get at the being inside. He still wasn't sure if the being was human or not. It felt human but there was something really off about the being's aura that just screamed 'fake!' to his senses. The oddity of his aura made him stick out like a sore thumb and instantly drew his attention.

Unused to moving around in his armor, it took a moment, or two, for Junichiro to get to his feet. He first had to roll over, get onto his hands and knees, then push himself to his feet. The embarrassment from having to do so was far more damaging than the blow he'd taken. Even worse, he could hear the fallen tapping his foot impatiently while waiting for him to do so.

"Ah, finally on your feet? That was just a bit sad. Are you sure you don't want to just take that armor off and end your embarrassment now? Any more and I just might just start blushing in shame for you."

Junichiro thanked himself for making a helmet to hide his shame. He was definitely blushing, he could feel the warmth in his cheeks. It only got worse a moment later when another light spear hit him on his right leg and sent him sprawling face-first to the ground. He just wanted to scream at how embarrassing this was. He'd been reincarnated into a fantasy world with immense power and he was being tossed around like a toy by a weakling mook who got ganked by the weak and lazy Rias Gremory in the show.

The only bright side is he could feel the difference between the first and second blows. Though both were strong enough to knock him on his ass, the second blow was much weaker than the first. His armor was evolving and getting stronger, he just needed to survive the shame of getting knocked around repeatedly.

"You know, when I saw that armor I had hoped for a good fight. It's been so long since I've had one and I'm just craving an all-out brawl. Yet, here you are, crawling to your feet, yet again."

Dohnaseek pulled the brim of his fedora lower to cover his face, "This is just sad kid."

Junichiro grunted in agreement, it was pretty sad. Super sad, really. It'd be nice if he could throw amateur punches and win the fight, except he couldn't even stay on his feet. He grunted again as he got to his knees while facing in the fallen's direction. He got into a running start position with the toes of his armor digging into the concrete of the sidewalk slightly. It was a simple plan, charge, get close, and punch the guy in the face. Easy, yeah?

His armor was meant to increase everything about him physically. Strength, speed, durability, and so on and so forth. So, hopefully, he could cover some distance before he was slammed into the ground yet again. His muscles tensed while his feet dug further into the concrete. He took a deep breath and sprung forward.

The concrete beneath his feet exploded and left a small crater. The air cracked like thunder as he broke the sound barrier in an instant. The next thing Junichiro knew, there was an explosion of red and he was slamming back down onto the ground and rolling across it like a rag doll. Chunks of concrete left ripped up in his wake as he slammed into the ground over and over. Junichiro was dizzy but unharmed as he sat up to look around and figure out what the hell just happened.

Turning to look in the direction he came from, he saw a sight that instantly had him turn to the side and start retching. He was thanking god that his helmet automatically receded away. Between where he'd come from and where he was now, was the corpse of the fallen angel... Or what was left of him. The fallen's body had literally been exploded by Junichiro slamming into and then through him. Pieces of the angel littered the ground while blood spray was liberally cast around the sight of the gruesome death. Meanwhile, Junichiro's entire torso was covered in blood, bits of flesh and bone, along with scraps of clothing.

As he sat there trying to recover, the sounds of a busy town suddenly flooded his hearing. It was quickly followed by the screams of men and women that could suddenly see the brutalized corpse of Dohnaseek and the bloody armor covering Junichiro. Not knowing what to do but knowing he didn't want to be caught at the scene of the crime, Junichiro leaped to his feet and took off running, unaware that he appeared as nothing more than a blur to the civilians he passed by.

He made his way to his apartment and once inside, dismissed his armor back to its amulet state and rushed into the bathroom to vomit his guts out. His mind couldn't stop going over what he'd seen and done. He had definitely not meant to crash through the fallen angel going as fast as most fighter jets. The sonic boom from his charge gave him a fair idea of just how fast he'd been moving and it simultaneously thrilled and terrified him. But the after-effects, that was what was making his stomach rebel so heavily.

Once his stomach calmed down, he washed his mouth out and even brushed his teeth. Once he felt human again, he looked at his aura-changing bracelet and frowned. It seemed there was a fatal flaw with it due to his lack of understanding. Sure, he could make anything that could do anything, but he still needed at least some understanding of what he was making. The bracelet worked exactly as he wanted, but he clearly didn't fully understand auras and such. This was his fault, not the bracelet's fault.

He sat for a minute before taking the bracelet off and holding it in his hand. His head was still sore and the bashing from the fallen angel didn't help with that, but this needed to be fixed now. His hand glowed green while red sparks jumped around the bracelet. Its form didn't change but its effect did. Now it no longer tried to change his aura or anything like that. Instead, it made his mana seem minuscule and completely hid any sign of his sacred gear. Everything else about his natural aura, scent, whatever else, was allowed out like normal.

This had the side effect of causing his once somewhat receding headache to become significantly worse than it had been to start with. He quickly downed some more pain relievers and sat at his kitchen table to rest and try to recover from the pain, completely unaware of the chaos he'd left behind.

AN

So, Junichiro got into his first fight and it was... sad. Personally, I always found it weird when a character with no fighting experience got into their first fight, with zero training, and somehow are amazing fighters. I hope you all enjoyed Junichiro's first fight.