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Chapter 21: Sadists and Masochists
BANG! BANG! BANG!
That was how the 'song' went of metal striking metal to mold the latter that was made soft through molten heat. Ever since Ruby's return to Beacon, she made one of the state-of-the-art workshops the academy owned now her territory so to speak. It was mostly a cover really for the forging that Ruby was doing was simply beyond the capabilities of today's technology. In fact, a normal forge would have been adequate instead of the complicated machinery. The forging of a demonic sword required means beyond science.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A hammer of a small head made of silver with blue script running of the shaft with a pointed end held in Ruby's hand smashed down on the glowing metal sitting on an anchor. Her right hand held onto a hilt remade from the remains of Wilt. Ruby had broken down the hilt to is most base components and scrapped the trigger mechanisms and the shotgun sheath. She was aiming for reforge the pre-born demon sword with Japanese forging she learned in her time with the Shinto Faction to master Senjutsu.
Remaking the more solid components into a new hilt, Ruby then wrapped the hilt in traditional white tsukamaki handle twine tied into an infinity-like pattern. The handle underneath Ruby made to have a much more smoother texture and was colored a deep blue with four diamonds, two of them red and the other two gold.
Ruby took a much more meticulous time in the tsuba. Anything less than an artwork would shame her mentors back in Kyoto... and a special verbal tearing from Lord Kurama. That crimson kitsune can be so aloof especially with his family, but he wasn't called the Demon Fox, the arch-rival to the Crimson Lucifer, for nothing. She had all but tossed the guard into the smelter and made the new one from scratch. The new tsuba was a pair of hexagons of gold and deep navy blue and the habuki was ebony spotted with gold and white shaped into triangular formations.
Every step of the way in recreating this new sword was all done with magic helping the process and pouring into the blade itself. Every part of it that was crafted by Ruby's hands was suffused with mystical properties to turn into a blade of the supernatural. The heating process itself to melt down the blade of Wilt wasn't using fire from the forge. She in fact breathed a steady ray of red plasma, the red lightning of dragons, into the smelter to superheat the metal into a liquid while also enhancing the subtle demonic power it held to come to the surface.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
If anyone were to walk into the workshop right now, he or she would be hit by the taint and dark powers swarming in the room. Each blow from the hammer upon the shaping metal sent out a pulse of demonic energy that was starting to awaken in strength. Dragon words charred into the ground glowing blue pulsed with power each time her hammer came down. The impacts resounded with the roar of an artillery cannon till the demonic metal was forced into a rough shape of a katana blade of above average length.
When one forges a weapon of the supernatural, the smith does not make the blade. Rather the smith is making the shape that the blade desires. Every curve and bump on the blade is the blade's own intentions of what it wanted to be. Now it called for lining the the blunt of the katana in red clay soaked in Ruby's own blood. After drinking from the blood of both a dragon and a demigod and having a history of murder, the demonic blade was fixed around blood itself.
After applying the clay on the blunt end, Ruby lightly breathed red sparks of electricity that instantly heated the blade to the right temperatures and submerged in oil. The next step was to file the blade to create the sharpness. The katana required a whetstone, this as well involving blood as the flat stone was dripping crimson red in Ruby's own blood soaking it. Demonic energy vibrated in excitement as Ruby rubbed the steel edge in a practiced motion. Time did not seem to matter to the Red Dragon Empress until after one final stroke the katana sent out pulses of demonic energy that shook the room around her. It only lasted for half a minute till it settled down and Ruby beheld the final creation.
The demonic blade was beautiful to the eye, her inner dragon drinking in the sight greedily. The edge was sharp, so sharp in fact that there was thin cut on the surface of the table it was set down upon. It gleamed white in the light of glowing forge, and the blunt end that was layered in the clay was a beautiful shade of red. On this day, a new evil sword has been forged, and all it needs is a name.
"I think I will name you... Ketsueki." Ruby said. "Hmm, I wonder how Sieg and Jeanne are doing."
(Meanwhile)
In the night, people who were walking the streets on their own business made it a priority to avoid a block host to a certain apartment complex. It was not bad at all for sights like a slum, and in fact the apartment complex was more suited for the wealthy with a level each for a home complete with a luxurious balcony. The reason however that it was necessary need to take a long detour were the howls and roars of pleasure coming from the highest level of the apartment complex where the lights were still on in one room. There were the voices of a male and a woman crying out in the night, and their tone took no Sherlock Holmes to solve to what they meant, and if one were to unfortunately stand in that same block they would hear the bed creaking loudly in protest to the point of concern of potential damage.
"YES! YES, RIGHT THERE, SIEG! SO DEEP!"
"I'M CLOSE!"
"INSIDE, PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, SIEG!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO, JEANNE!"
"SIEG! SIIEEG!"
SNAP!
Imagination was not needed to know the 'climax' at that moment. The ongoings of the couple that made the people in their block suffer from lack of sleep ended with a shrill screech of pleasure from Jeanne, followed by the bed frame snapping too weak to last the night. Everyone else who lived in the building sighed in relief that their new neighbors were finally done.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Oh god fucking dammit, they were doing it on the walls now. And were those cracks forming on the wall!?
"HARDER! FASTER! POUND ME MORE!"
"YOU WANT IT AGAIN, MY LOVELY JEANNE?!"
"YES, SIEG! JUST DON'T STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T EVER STOP!"
Oh shit, looks like nobody was going to have a good night's sleep. All in the expense of a couple's very, very lively night like two rabbits in literal fucking heat.
(Ruby)
Ruby shrugged nonchalantly as she sheathed Ketsueki in its new sheath. "Meh, they're fine."
The Red Dragon Empress glanced to another table where another of her projects were laying down ready to be used. It was a set of braces seven for each person, the smallest of them thicker than her arms in radius. Four were just the right size to fit around Ruby's wrists, ankles, thighs, and biceps, and the biggest was big enough to wrap around her stomach. The one disbelieving fact was that they were entirely made of solid metal. As in none of them were hollow.
The point of these braces was Ruby's next step in training herself. She was powerful that she knew able to contend with Maou-class beings and perhaps kill gods, but they were still even more dangers ahead of her. Ruby needed more power, and the only way to go about it was work on her bases. Specifically speaking, Ruby needs to strengthen her body further so it can further produce more magical power to disperse. For every limit that is broken only means there is another to break again and again.
The braces only function was to be training weights. Without any enchantment, they were easily almost a ton in weight. Barely seen in the on the braces was a word of power that only needed to be said to activate and magically multiply their weight and increase the gravity around her. When she gets used to the settings, the braces will automatically increase the parameters and Ruby will have to break her limits again. The crazy part of Ruby's training plan was that she was going to wear these everyday.
[You are insane, partner.] Ddraig put in his opinion. [Multiplying the gravity and the weight to such levels can potentially damage you permanently, even with your dragon body.]
'Then what do you propose differently!?' Ruby mentally snapped back. 'Training with the past wielders can only hone my technique, our usual exercises can only do so much at the level I am at now, the dragon matriarchs can't push me to my limit, and Great Red certainly can't be bothered to train me on a daily schedule. I need to take risks if I want to become far more powerful than I am now.'
[Fine...] Ddraig relented with a growl. [You're a crazy partner, but you are still my partner. I will stand by your decisions.]
'I promise you, Ddraig.' Ruby replied as she snapped the solid bands on her body and using magic to condense their size. 'By the end of this, I will be the strongest Red Dragon Empress. No one is going to push me around.'
There was another reason to all this as well. Ruby was sure that Vali will not stay idle in the time before the Vytal Festival and make himself stronger as well. How he will do that she will not pry in respect to the White Dragon Emperor, but Ruby will not fall behind her Vali. She hoped by the time of their inevitable clash, Maou-class power will only be the start of it.
"Hevno."
As soon as the Word of Power was spoken, the runes on the braces glowed blue to life. The next Ruby knew she was forced on all fours from literal crushing pain coursing through her body. Her limbs were slightly sunk in the ground with cracks in the metal floor from the sheer gravity and weight being pressed upon her. But Ruby refused to surrender to the pain. Her teeth gritted in determination and with agonizing progress managed to have herself sit up right.
"Got to fight... through the pain." Ruby hissed through clenched teeth, sweat already pouring down her temples from the effort to lift herself up.
There was no gain without any pain. That much Ruby knew firsthand on her path as the Red Dragon Empress. However, she idly thought that Vali was sharing his own pain as well if he wanted to not fall behind as well. He better be suffering.
(With KABL)
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!?" Screamed Kuroka for the first time in anger towards Vali Lucifer.
"I believe I am perfectly sane, Kuroka." Vali said with a straight face. "I fail to see how this is a problem."
"'Fail to see a problem', he says." Kuroka muttered before leering at the dragon/devil hybrid. "Alright, let me repeat it so you can see how RETARDED this sounds. You, Vali Lucifer, one of the strongest and level-headed, at least until recently, people I know and a good friend, want me to use my Senjutsu to forcefully inject nature chakra into every pore of your body. That, as you have accurately stated, will cause your very life-force to increase in density and, as a result, will make your body more difficult to move because of the sheer weight and pressure exerted on your body. And you want to do this because, as you said, to strengthen your body even more to become stronger and you chose this way because it was the most FUCKING dangerous."
"I don't see what is making you so pent up about this." Vali deadpanned.
In the background, Bikou and Arthur wisely kept their distance from the pair, specifically from the imminent eruption that is Kuroka. The former was having a hard time trying to keep his laughter in with a hand over his mouth. Arthur was looking at the scene blankly, but beads of sweat showed that he was increasingly nervous.
His fears were realized when the Nekoshou snapped, grabbing Vali by the collar of his jacket. "Allow me to reiterate, nya! The best case scenario you could be crippled! The worst case - you - could - die, nya! If it weren't for you being half-dragon, having Senjustsu chakra sent through your body would not react well with your devil biology. But then, there is the problem of the FUCKING SUICIDAL plan that you have. Condensing your life-force to such a degree can crush your bones, nya, and your muscles can be turned liquid! If I slip up once, you are going never going to walk again, and that is if you are extremely lucky, nya! AND YOU WANT TO PUT YOUR BODY THROUGH SO MUCH INTERNAL PRESSURE AND STRESS - FOR TRAINING, NYA!?"
"Then how else am I supposed to get stronger!?" Exclaimed Vali, brushing Kuroka's hold on him. "I am at a limit here! I need a game changer to push me passed that threshold! Any mundane method will only seem easy for me!"
"That's your excuse for wanting to have your body torn apart on the inside out!?" Screeched Kuroka. "Senjutsu is a useful art, but it has its dangers! Many, many dangers ranging from going mad from the malice of the world to turning yourself into stone! Do you have any idea of the risks your asking me to put on you, nya~?"
"And that's why I am asking you this, Kuroka!" Vali countered, narrowing his eyes that turned into slits of a dragon's. "You're the best Senjutsu user I know! I know you can this!"
"That doesn't make it any better, nya~!" Kuroka screamed again, tears building in her eyes. "I don't want to be the reason you end up a pile of flesh!"
"Kuroka," Vali said softer than before, holding the Nekoshou by her shoulders, "I trust you on this. I have my complete faith in you with my life in your hands. So... please just do it?"
At the end of it all, Kuroka had her dipped down because apparently the floor was suddenly more interesting. Vali was patient to wait, his face ever so blank but his eyes shining with unmovable resolve. He heard Kuroka grumble a few curses before her head snapped right back up to attention.
"...FINE!" Kuroka exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I'll help you, Vali-kun, but only because you don't get yourself killed."
Vali smiled. "That's all I ask."
"Idiot, nya~." Muttered Kuroka, putting an open palm on Vali's chest. "Don't complain to me when your bones collapse on themselves, nya~."
Kuroka went still for a moment and her breathing became shallow. Vali's eyes drifted around noticing motes of green light gathering from the air to be absorbed into Kuroka's body. This was the physical manifestation of nature chakra, which is only possible because Remnant was so saturated with natural energy. It helped as well that since humanity's presence was so small that there was hardly any malice that the planet was producing.
Then, Vali almost keeled over as his body rocked with agony once Kuroka had forcefully injected the nature chakra to weigh down on his now condensed life-force. He sank to his knees, feeling as though the weight of an entire building was sitting on top of every muscle in his body. The descendant Super Devil of Lucifer refused to surrender in the struggle against the immeasurable pressure on his body. Vali slowly rose back to his feet with veins bulging wherever a muscle was flexed to the utter limit.
"I'm..." Groaned Vali, his posture wobbly and his breathing taxing. "I... think I'm... good."
"Geez, don't scare us like that, Vali." Bikou said. "For a moment, I thought you were going to turn in a puddle."
Arthur was the next to speak. "How do you feel?"
"Strained." Vali bit back a hiss of pain as he felt his muscles cramp all at once. "A lot of pain... to be honest... but I'll push through."
Kuroka simply huffed in irritation and turned her head away from the boys. "You know what, I am going to bed now. I've had enough insane stupidity for one day. Hope your happy, Vali."
There was a venomous edge in the Nekoshou's voice as she snuggled into her bed, but Vali knew that she meant well. He mentally made a promise to make it up to Kuroka for this. Not in that way Kuroka so desperately wanted from the Lucifer descendant. That was reserved for only one woman in his eyes that he saw was worthy of all the attention.
'...Good grief, I am falling for you, Ruby.' Vali thought.
[Heh, it's amusing to see how far you are going for the Empress' affection, not that it is necessary.] Said Albion. [A strong mate is the only kind she will accept, and she won't go easily.]
'I cannot wait.' Vali thought eagerly, making slow movements to his bed to rest for the night and prepare for the first day of his new grueling and torturous training regiment.
(The Next Day)
Sunday. A literal day for sunshine. No matter the season, the sun will always shine in the clear sky upon the land. Birds will chirp, the wind will whistle, and the smell of coffee is in the air. A much needed day after the destructive fiasco of a literal dragon destroying the center of Vale. The media was met with unexplained blockage to report accurate findings thanks to Angelica and her position as a detective, but the consequences were already inevitable. The council of Vale deemed it as Ozpin's fault in a lack of security and put the safety of Vale in the hands of Gen. Ironwood.
To the citizens, this was a cause of tension. Everyday and each night the streets were on constant guard with patrols of Atlesian robots. It made job as a local police officer a bit difficult without running into them on their own patrols. Angelica didn't mind; as far as the world around was concerned it was all trivial. She was a High-class devil and worth the title unlike the pure-bloods that have been spoiled in their own power, and she was the Queen of Heroes, possessor of the Gate of Babylon, a Longinus that even Yahweh himself feared alongside those of the True Longinus and the Dark Longinus capable of destroying the world.
The only concern to the blonde bombshell was the morning cup of coffee in her hands. It was less of a shot of adrenaline and more as a way to relax. The bitter taste of the drink suited her, and it was too early to partake on the fine wine of the Gate of Babylon.
"HELP ME! PLEASE GOD (OW), HELP ME!"
Ah, and she can't forget about the Gremory and her peerage. There was nothing better than having centuries of pent up aggression against the nobility of devils released into blissful torture. Revenge is indeed the sweetest of wines. Sitting on her spot on her throne summoned by the Gate of Babylon, Angelica glanced at the 'progress' of training the peerage of devils at an acceptable level.
Which on hindsight was either launching holy weapons like missiles upon them or beating them through dirt, tree, and rock if necessary. Esdeath was having the most fun 'playing with her new toys', launching waves of ice to crash into Akeno, Koneko, and Rias. Akame focused her time on the blonde swordsman by standing in one spot and still beating the piss out of the Gremory Knight. Asia Argento lacked resolve to harm and instead was put to the side to practice her Sacred Gear from afar on her injured comrades. And the lonesome Pawn with Twice Critical was treated exceptionally harsh being made to be Angelica's favorite moving dummy for target practice with her Gate of Babylon. As Ruby said, more pain on Rias and more improvement from the Pawn.
The trick was to fight them on a level just above the trainees and when they seem to have gotten a little stronger than go up a level to absolutely demolish them. On occasion, Esdeath and Akame will go after Koneko and Akeno with the intent to kill to force them to use the full scope of their abilities.
The biggest problem with the pair and the peerage as a whole is that they are not excepting their full power. Koneko as a Nekoshou is a natural born Senjutsu user, an art so powerful that Kuroka specifically Mid-class is a danger to most devils of society with the art alone. Akeno was a more important piece. Born as a fallen angel and reincarnated with an Evil Piece, her potential was immeasurable because two things should have happened when reincarnating a holy entity. One was that the clashing holy and demonic energies would have killed her, or they mix into something else. Considering the daughter of Baraquiel is still healthy that latter has happened, yet refusing to use her heritage in conjunction as a devil was horribly handicapping the Queen of Gremory. For all intents and purposes, Akeno should be the strongest of them all as a Nephalem.
"Devils are such idiots." Angelica muttered, sipping her coffee.
Rias was a huge disappointment to Angelica, both as a leader and a fighter. She expected more from the sister of the Super Devil Sirzechs, but the Queen of Heroes nothing of her potential to come close to that. All that she has done was throw her Power of Destruction hoping to destroy the enemy, but severely lacked any other physical skills. Angelica was sure that her Pawn could beat her in close combat. Her pride was not doing her justice, bordering on stupid. There was no doubt in Angelica's head that Rias will try to fight a Cadre in the near future.
"MERCY, PLEASE!" Begged Issei, trying to hide from the golden portals.
"Keep running, mongrel." Angelica called out without glancing at the devil. "Those legs are worth more than anything on you at the moment."
"AAGH!" His screams were quite pleasant.
Overall, it was only Issei who had the most improvement, but that only thanks to his Sacred Gear, Twice Critical. Similar to the Boosted Gear, it doubles the user's strength, speed, reaction, adaption, senses, and processing but only once. However, the big difference is that the effect of Twice Critical does not consume more stamina. As everything is doubled including healing and learning, Issei can effectively improve twice as fast than anyone on average. That still left Angelica with a bunch of brats.
'I wonder what you are up to, Red Dragon Empress.' Angelica thought.
(Beacon)
Whereas at the academy, everything was brilliant. A certain porky professor could even comment how beautiful the morning was. The morning rays of light shined golden on the palace, and not a sound to break the mood.
"KKYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
That is until the shrill screech of Weiss Schnee completely broke the atmosphere. Students that have wanted to sleep peacefully were abruptly awakened with red puffy eyes, and birds previously tweeting flew out into the air in a startle. What no one realized was the tone in Weiss' shriek, and it sounded oddly... in joy.
None had it worse than Yang Xiao Long, and even before previously reincarnating as a dragon was already considered a beast to not interrupt her precious sleep. The sound of glass was audible when her eyes snapped open, the white of them red with irritation and becoming crimson red in rage.
"WHO THE FUCK IS SCREAMING SO EARLY IN THE FUCKING MORNING!?" Yang roared, her anger giving rise to her dragon voice.
Her covers were flung off her bed and the enraged dragon stomped out of her personal room to the source of the voice. Yang's brain was still trying to wake up, which was why she did not stop to consider she was heading to Weiss' room. She did not see Ruby and Blake already on the scene in Weiss' room. The latter was having an incredulous look at whatever it was inside while the former was mildly amused with the smirk on her face.
"Who is it that-" Yang was stopped when Ruby's placed a firm grip on Yang's shoulder.
Her rage-induced was calmed down to allow logical thought process. She glanced to her sister, who gestured to Yang to silently look into the room. Yang did so, peaking her head over Blake's shoulder and sharing the Faunus' incredulous stare.
The source of the earth-shattering screech from earlier was from Weiss, who was sitting on her knees on her bed. But it was the look on her face that gave pause. The shrill screech was not one of fear or anger that the heiress was known for. By the gaping smile stretching her face it was one of absolute joy.
The cause of such joy comes from the fact that Weiss was cupping her chest. The chest that yesterday was an A-cup had overnight filled out into a supple CC-cup, which made it tight to wear the clothes Weiss currently had on. It was a strange and awkward scene of the proper Weiss Schnee holding the underside of her new chest that more than fit in her palm. As if at any moment this dream would suddenly end and Weiss needed to constantly tap and bounce them to see if they were real.
They were very real. It is now real that Weiss Schnee was no longer flat.
"They're real..." Muttered Weiss, her smile practically beaming. "They're real! I HAVE A CHEST!"
In fact that very smile became so bright that the whole room spontaneously lit up in a bright white light. Ruby was prepared pulling out a pair of shades from... somewhere. Yang and Blake were at the light's mercy, covering their eyes.
"T-TOO BRIGHT!" Blake screamed.
"WEISS, STOP SMILING OR YOUR GONNA BURN MY EYES OUT!" Yang shouted.
Fortunately, Weiss was not ignorant to her friends' pleas, and mustered her proper etiquette to close her mouth. Even so, her upbringing could not bring down her open joy as a wide smile was still on her face and she was literally shaking on the spot. Yang stared at Weiss in disbelief at the state she was in. The heiress made the blonde remember the times when Ruby went on a sugar rush from too many cookies.
Weiss... acting like Ruby. For some reason, that did not seem right. The very concept of such a thing was so bizarre and impossible a headache was coming up thinking about it.
"Alright we get it!" Exclaimed Yang. "You have a pair of tits. Can you not freak out about it anymore?!"
"I can't help it!" Squealed Weiss, hugging her chest. "I have breasts! Do you know how that feels when you live with an older sister and when you reach her age you're - inadequate!? This - This is a miracle!"
"How could this have happened?" Blake wondered due to that this was cause for concern.
"Remember when I talked about the supernatural races." Ruby explained, her smile still present on her face. "Among them, dragons especially have a higher sex appeal. And I do mean higher in every way."
Weiss' lit up and burned crimson in both joy and embarrassment. Joy that now she was a dragon her 'assets' were going to grow bigger. Embarrassment that she was getting excited over such an immature thing. But who could blame her? For most of her life, Weiss envied her mother and her sister for the figure they had while when she matured she didn't exactly fill out. She finally has her own pride and joy of beauty and she has Ruby to thank for it.
Ruby's eyes bugged out in surprise when Weiss zipped the distance between them and latched onto the Blood Thunder Dragon Queen in a hug.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Weiss squealed before realizing her blunder and latching off her leader. "Ahem, I mean, I am in your debt for this... blessing."
Ruby chuckled. "Welcome to my world, Weiss. Next thing you know, you will have boys dragging on the floor at your feet, but, uhm, you may need to get a wardrobe change."
Weiss tilted her head in confusion and chose to look down at her developed chest. Now that she was standing, Weiss now noticed how... inappropriately tight her current clothes were on her new assets. It looked that at any second it was going to rip apart. Her face went atomic with embarrassment,
"You're right!" Weiss exclaimed. "I am going to have to go into Vale and get new sizes. This is worthy of wasting money on."
"Or for now," Ruby suggested, putting a hand on Weiss shoulder and the Boosted Gear came to existence, "I can do this."
[TRANSFER]
A slight altercation to the spell and Weiss' clothes glowed a soft green before growing in size to fit her figure. The heiress' eyes widened in awe at the power of the Boosted Gear.
"Give me what you going to wear today." Ruby told Weiss as her smile grew into a fanged grin. "You can do your shopping later because today I am going to train you all as dragons."
The smile and the word training suggested something much more sinister for them. Inexplicable terror coursed through them as they saw Ruby in a much darker light. Why did the prospect of training with Ruby sound so terrifying?
It was originally going to be a chapter to showcase Ruby training everyone, but I guess I will save that for next time. Now we see how both Ruby and Vali are going to improve their base strengths. Do you think the methods will get them to Maou-class? Or do I have to step it up?
I am also thinking of revealing Yang's Sacred Gear next chapter. I have decided to be a dragon-type Sacred Gear that involves the sun in some way. I just need ideas for names of the Sacred Gear and whatever entity is sealed within. For abilities, I was thinking of Sunshine.
Up next is Chapter 22.
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