A/N: HEY EVERYONE! I am finally back after a long and stressful time in my life. I mean, seriously, things have been very busy for me and I wanted to pull my hair from all the stress I had to endure but thankfully, I had a three-day vacation to keep me relaxed and spend Christmas with the family. I know some of you are wondering when I am gonna update my other stories, it will take time because like I said before, I have been very busy with my two jobs. However, I am here to give you a chapter just before the year ends. I mean, can you believe it? We are about to enter a new decade. 2020. Aside from that matter, I have an announcement regarding this story. Ahem.
*Presents a scroll and unrolls it*
Regarding the nature of Shinmai Maou no Keiyakusha (Testament of Sister New Devil), with Volume 12 containing some VERY mature content (by mature, I mean Basara consummating with his harem), be aware that this story will follow some (Not all) moments of the novels (volume 1-12) so be aware of such moments for the protagonist's time with Chisato Hasegawa due to the pairing. Furthermore, there is another announcement that will be discussed in the Author Notes. Thank you.
*Tosses the scroll aside*
Now! Let us begin the story, shall we?
'Thought'
"Ganma"
Hasegawa Chisato has been mulling over what occurred recently. It wasn't just about how the foreign transfer student was able to fight as a non-Hero but his spiritual power as Specter and hatred to the 'Ganma'. That is what caught her attention.
His hatred was so strong, just the mention of the dark spirits enrages him. She already put the pieces together after hearing his explanation. Taking everything away, left as an orphan? The dark beings were responsible for the death of his parents and his hatred.
As for the Ganma, she didn't expect to learn another supernatural race has existed for so long. It brought questions to the existence of the Ganma. Why did they choose to appear now and not before? Was there something going on that the dark spirits have planned? More importantly, why did they target the young American years ago?
It was becoming too complicated for her.
Was she irritated about it? Maybe. However, it bothered her to learn of the existence of dark spirits who wish to hurt people to achieve their goal(s).
Now, the pieces were starting to come together. The one connection involved the phantom rider himself. Including the power of souls, he is capable of wielding.
It made her… curious.
The second-year student had a lot of potential with the power he held. She can see there was untapped power within him, power waiting to grow from the depths of his soul. The very power growing by the minute.
If his power is nurtured correctly, he could rise above anyone she knows of.
Perhaps it won't be so bad to get closer to him to help him grasp that level of power. She knew his strong desires of vengeance towards Ganma prevented him from feeling the same effects the other men have (before having to use her powers on them). To his eyes, his mission of vengeance and the eye-like objects was far more important than attraction.
He needed help; to see there's more to life than a path of vengeance and pain. To learn the true purpose of his power.
A Specter's Testament
Chapter 4: Beware! The Curse's Beginning!
Obtaining the Edison Eyecon, he was glad he had another Eyecon added to his collection. With two in his arsenal, he needed to find 13 more to make his wish. Fighting the Tesla Ganma, he never expected to discover them capable of fusing with a Damashii to become a giant spirit.
As of now, he was currently pulling himself up via tree branch, counting the number of times he has done this with each rep for his training
"Man...the view sure is nice from here." Enrique thought out loud with each pull. Once he reached 50 pulls, he stopped and released his hold on the branch. When his feet landed on the dirt, he stretched for a brief moment and relaxed.
Every morning he enjoyed the calm view of the city. Here, he had no one to bother him nor have any interruptions. Well, aside from Yurusen who sometimes interrupts him from his training.
The timer went off from the Cobra Phone, allowing the Kamen Rider to stop his training. He released his hold from the branch and landed on his feet. He rubbed his arms from the training. Always a routine for him.
Picking up his bag, he walked down the hill and to his motorcycle. The moment he hopped on the bike, he drove back to the apartment to get himself cleaned up from the sweat.
Throughout the drive, the teen looked back on the recent events that unfolded for him. While he was familiar with the existence of demons, it was the fact Basara and Yuki were Heroes in hiding. While Basara was exiled, Yuki was not. What happened to Basara that caused the exile in the first place? He doesn't look like someone who committed terrible things due to his good nature based on how he was to Mio.
Well, he can't ask anything that personal to them so he had to wait till the time's right. The foreigner stared at the road, reminding himself of the mission. 'Just 13 more… and then, I can go back to the normal life I wanted…'
He made a vow ever since he learned about the Eyecons. To find all 15 to make the wish and go back to the life he wanted. A normal life where he doesn't have to fight.
A life where he can be normal.
The school didn't start in a couple of hours and he had no problem since it was extra time. He trained earlier and the fact there was still some time remaining was a little bothersome, however.
Nonetheless, he decided to arrive at school so he can be prepared for the first class. Entering the school grounds, his eyes tracked a very small number of students. Seems some also arrived early much like himself for either practice or to finish up the last of their homework to turn in.
Again, he switched the regular shoes with the school shoes from his locker and adjusted. It was routine. Looking at the time on his wristwatch, he noticed that there is still time before the first class. Maybe he could visit the nurse for a bit. Yurusen advised him that he needed to trust her…
She helped him after he fought the shadow demon and knew his secret. It was best he tried to follow the advice and have some trust in the school nurse.
Approaching the school infirmary, Enrique slid the door open and noticed the school nurse. Chisato noticed him the moment she heard the door open.
"Oh Enrique, good morning." The school nurse smiled.
"Morning." The foreigner acknowledged. "I hope I am not interrupting anything?"
The nurse shook her head, "Not at all. You can sit down if you want."
"Thank you." He took a seat on the small chair that was against the wall.
"You usually aren't here this early in the morning," Chisato noted.
"Well, I had to practice my use of the Eyecons alongside my training." The second-year explained. "There was still time to spare so I decided to come to the school."
"I see. Glad you took the time to come here, then."
"Yeah, I guess." He scratched the back of his head. "I'm just trying my best to adjust to, you know… having someone to help me."
She figured he would say something like that. Given his solo work against the Ganma, it was evident he never received any assistance to fight the dark spirits.
"It'll take time," Chisato assured him. "With your previous encounters with the dark spirits, it would make sense for your adjustments."
To some people, changes weren't easy but it is a process to help them grow. The same had to apply to Enrique when he first moved to Japan.
The American looked back at his recent fights but what bothered him was the time he fought Tesla. The school nurse caught his state of mind due to his body language. Something must be bothering him and from the looks of it, for quite a while. "Is something wrong?" Chisato asked.
"It's nothing, Ms. Hasegawa."
The nurse's brows furrowed. Something was bothering him. "I can tell you're thinking something important, Enrique." The woman answered. "Is it about you being Specter?"
Enrique flinched at the assumption. She saw right through his lie.
"Y-Yeah." The phantom rider admitted. "How did you know?"
"I am a nurse, I tend to know what is bothering my students," she giggled. "You can talk to me if you want?"
"I don't know," Enrique replied, reminiscing about the Tesla Ganma mentioning people being nothing but puppets to gain the Luminaries.
Was the Tesla Ganma right? Were people just puppets to obtain the Eyecons? He grimaced at the possibility of such morals.
He felt bitter but finally chose to tell her what was bothering him. Perhaps it was better to let out his question than keep it inside. "Am I...just someone who will do bad things to fight the Ganma…?" He asked, hesitantly.
Now, this caught her attention. Seems there is hesitation in him. From his tone, he has never hurt a normal human being ever since he became Specter unless they force his hand to act. He must have used his own body to shield others from harm the Ganma deliver during battle.
"I don't think you are a bad person, Enrique." She answered.
"But…I've been fighting just for a single reason. To kill every last Ganma."
"Those injuries from before...you protected someone, right?"
The foreigner reminisced about his fight against the Shadow Demon alongside his fight against the Nodachi Ganma. Both times he was protecting his underclassmen while taking the fall via harm.
"...Yes"
"Then that shows you still have a reason to protect someone. You may have a goal in mind but you never divert from the promise you made." Chisato replied. "That's why you're not like the Ganma."
"Really…?"
"While your hatred towards the Ganma is evident, you still harbor a sense of justice and righteousness to protect people from the dark spirits." She continued. "That alone shows you harbor no ill intentions towards people. You care about their safety and that much shows you are not a villain."
The phantom rider contemplated her words, looking back at his actions. "... you raise a valid point." The phantom rider murmured.
His eyes traveled to the clock, noticing it was almost time for him to get to class. "I should head to class before it starts." The raven-haired teen informed.
The school nurse stopped him and said, "Just one more thing, Enrique."
"Hm?" Without warning, Chisato rests her hands on his cheeks and pressed her lips to his own, surprising him greatly. The school nurse was kissing him!?
The kiss lasted a minute before their lips parted, the young woman seeing his beet-red face. Seems his reaction shows that even from his fighting persona as Specter, he is still a young man.
"U-U-Uh…" Enrique stuttered. "W-What was that for?"
The woman did not answer, just a kind smile curling her lips. "Remember to visit the infirmary when you have the chance, okay?" She reminded. The phantom rider nodded dumbly, the nurse's smile grew slightly and left him alone to his thoughts.
He… honestly didn't see that coming.
"Oh my, Enrique." Yurusen appeared in a cloud of smoke. "Looks like the school nurse has the hots for you."
Enrique's face gained another shade of red, before glaring at the spirit. "S-Shut up!" He grabbed the ghost by the neck, the said spirit gagging comically. The small spirit gagged. "Uncle! Uncle!"
The teen then released Yurusen, causing the spirit to breathe in relief. "You need to stop teasing me like that…"
"I know, I'm sorry." The spirit apologized. "Still, I never expected her to make a move on you."
"Neither did I…" Enrique mumbled.
"You know… it's funny."
"What's funny?"
"She looks to be older than you. And yet, I swore I detected a divine presence from her."
"A divine presence?" The rider raised an eyebrow at this. A divine presence from the school nurse? It sounded impossible. "She looks human to me."
"Looks can be deceiving. I mean, how else was I able to tell you about Mio being part demon and the Loli being a succubus?"
"...Fair point." He trusted Yurusen to see who is human and who isn't. Basara was unknown yet a Hero but exiled due to seeing how the blunette treated him. Nonaka was also a Hero while Naruse was part demon and the little girl being a succubus.
"Hey, at least you have someone to help you in your problems both in school and as Specter. Isn't it great?"
He remembered who he was referring to. Nurse Hasegawa. She promised not to tell anyone of his mission against the Ganma, willing to patch him up if anything happens. Normally Yurusen or himself had to patch up injuries but Chisato was an expert due to her current occupation. Then again, that must be why she was a popular nurse. Not only due to her personality but also helping students when they are hurt.
"I guess," He muttered.
"If she does have the hots for you, you do realize something like this isn't entirely unheard of? Heck, I am sure the guys would be praising you for scoring a woman like her!"
"Y-Yurusen!" The American student tried to grab Yurusen. "Get back here so I can wring that neck of yours!"
"You'll never catch me alive!" And with that, Yurusen flew away.
So to say, the usual chase ensued between the Rider and the spirit.
Arriving at the apartment complex, the foreigner held his face after a long day of school. His fingers brush against his lips, reminiscing the kiss Chisato did in the morning. It was soft yet it was...
He frantically shook his head. No, he shouldn't like that right now. Sure she took his first kiss but…
Why is she interested in him?
There were men her age and the fact he was 17 for crying out loud! Why did Yurusen have to point out how it wasn't uncommon at his age in Japan?! Damn that ghost and his otaku habits. He swears if that spirit teases him like that again, he will wring that neck of his till Yurusen's head pops!
Opening the door, the phantom rider removed his shoes and stepped further into the household. Just as he was about to set down his bag, he was greeted with a strange sight. "You gotta be joking." Enrique slammed his palm against his face. Laying on the couch was Sennin but he was garbed in Egyptian clothing meant for the Pharaohs. The way he was resting was similar to the kings when they are placed in their tomb.
The sage rose from the sofa like a mummy rising from its coffin. "Good to see you again, Enrique. Seems you have gotten another Eyecon?"
"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact of your getup." He crossed his arms. "I am guessing this is about the next Eyecon I have to look for?"
"Indeed." The sage moved off the sofa.
"Alright then. Which one?"
"Here's the question: he was the pharaoh at a young age before dying as an adult. Famously known due to his sarcophagus as well as returning an order to land left in chaos by his father's political-religious reforms."
The teen pondered, recollecting the history lessons before the answer came to mind. "King Tutankhamun? Also known as King Tut?"
The old sage rang a bell to Enrique's answer. "Correct!"
"I see…" The raven-haired rider thought to himself. "Thanks for informing me, Gramps. Anything else I should know about it?"
"Nope! Just make sure to get it before the Ganma does!" The sage smiled before vanishing.
"And of course he doesn't leave a single hint," Enrique grumbled in slight annoyance.
He fell onto the chair, picking up the book he previously got from Sennin during the Edison hunt. His fingers grip page by page until he found a quick history lesson of King Tutankhamen.
While it provided some information, he was going to need a lot more if he is to understand the history of the late pharaoh. Good thing the school library had history books.
The next day, Enrique was reading a history book reading the page involving Tutankhamen aka King Tut during lunch in the school library. The two Eyecons he obtained were useful. Nobunaga bestowed him enhanced firepower along with his kicks while the Edison Eyecon uses electricity to power his weapons or use his body as a conductor to channel power. It made him curious about what would an Eyecon of Tutankhamen provides in his future battles.
The only problem is finding a lead for the Eyecon.
Hell, where can he even find an object related to the pharaoh? Such artifacts would be in a museum or owned by collectors. He wasn't going to steal one since it wasn't right at all.
Closing the book, he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Thinking too much will get him nowhere. "Yurusen."
The spirit appeared in the front cover of the book. "What? I was making an order for another anime figurine!"
"Firstly, I don't care. Secondly, are there any leads for the Eyecon?"
"Oh, well nothing so far. I even spied on Basara and his sisters for anything but nothing. Zip. None."
"In other words, no leads whatsoever." He grasped his face in frustration. "Damn it… I don't have time for this if the Ganma constantly know where it is before us!"
"Hey, hey, calm down. I know looking for the Eyecons is a big-time consumer but you gotta relax."
The foreigner stared before he took a moment to breathe. "Sorry… it's just…" He grimaced. "After what they did 13 years ago… I can't let them take away my only chance."
Finding all 15 will provide him the only means to end the pain. To bring back everything the Ganma took from him on that rainy night. Once he makes that wish… he can stop fighting and go back to the life he wanted to experience. Not a life full of pain. He hated it.
"Just focus and I am sure you will get it in no time!"
"I… guess so."
"Good! If you excuse me! Gotta finish my order to add that figurine to my collection!" And just like that, Yurusen vanished from the book cover.
"What an otaku…" He shook his head. Yurusen has been indulging in anime ever since they arrived here two years ago. Standing up, he exited the library since he still has time to spare for lunch.
Sliding his hands into his pockets, Enrique walked across the halls before he heard a grunt. He stopped before pressing himself against the corner of the hall. Taking a glance from the corner, he saw a third-year male student shoved to the walls of the hallway. His messy hair was a mint green color with cyan eyes against his fair skin. His eyes were filled with guilt yet there was also fear.
The reason for the fear was from the three other third-year students.
"I thought I told you, I needed all of that money. You're skipping out on me again." The assailant frowned, holding up a small envelope.
"I-I… I still need some food… a-and to get home…" The third-year muttered softly, unable to raise his voice. "L-Look, I know my dad-"
"Your dad is the reason why our parents have no jobs! He was only a greedy prick and we're glad he croaked!"
"I-I'm trying to fix that… as well as… fix m-my company..." The green-haired student responded, only to back smacked by the other third year's, showing a harsh bruise on his face from the hit.
"Yeah, your company. How can you run it if your old man already left it on the verge of falling for what he did?"
"P-Please… just let me go," He pleaded.
"Not until you give us the money."
"I-I…"
The third-year reared his arm back but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. The three look to see the second year who frowned at them. "Leave him alone," Enrique stated.
"Butt out of this, you lousy Gaijin." The third-year responded with spite.
"I am warning you. Leave my upperclassman alone or I will report this."
"What are you going to do about it?"
Enrique's left hand enclosed for a moment before it relaxed. He swore to never hurt a human life as Specter. To only fight against the Ganma and demons.
"That's what I thought. Be a good kouhai and go."
Enrique stared intensely before he closed his eyes tightly. They were close to forcing his hand since they were harassing another human being. To protect others to prevent them from losing everything as he has. He may have never fully harmed others, but he will do so if they are assaulting another. He was about to act but someone called out.
"What is going on here?"
The third years and Enrique saw the school nurse who frowned.
"H-Hasegawa-sensei!" The boys yelped.
Her emerald eyes drift to the scene before crossing her arms under her bust. "Explain what you are doing."
"We-"
"They were harassing the student here and also hurting him," Enrique spoke up.
"Why you little-" The third years glared at the American, only for the three to have their spines shudder by Hasegawa's stern look.
"You three are going to be brought to the headmaster." She looked at Enrique. "Thank you for your honesty."
The American shrugged in response but quickly shoved down the memory of what she did earlier. The memory of that kiss was something he had to suppress into his mind. "Just making the right choice."
Chisato nodded as she escorted the three students to the office. The greenette rubbed his cheek, grimacing to the bruise. "Thanks kouhai."
"It's no problem. I can't stand guys like them."
The third-year nodded for a moment before frowning, "So who bought you out to do this?" He questioned, feeling skeptical about this. "Everyone always pretended to be nice to me… I know how this goes."
"Look, I am not here for the money. Honestly what company were those guys even referring to?" He had no clue what happened. All he could tell was something that happened to his family and a company, leading to the hatred towards the greenette.
"You don't know…?"
"Like I said 'What company were they referring to'?"
"It… was my father's company… Kobayashi Corp. I inherited it after he died…" the third-year explained, "But n-nobody has faith in it, or me…. It caused a lot of trouble and some of the corporation heads are very corrupt. I have no idea why I'm given this."
"So when they mentioned croaked…"
"My father passed away."
"And your mother?"
"She left us due to what he did… I'm practically all that's left…"
Enrique could understand what he was feeling. To be all that's left in the family. Minato's father passing away and his mother leaving him to his corrupt father in a company he now had to run. The third-year was practically given a burden.
"Still... Thank you for the help…." Minato bowed. "Er… what's your name?"
"Enrique. Enrique Alderete. Yours?"
"A-Ah, Kobayashi Minato." The teen greeted. "I guess I am your senior since you're a Second Year."
"Guess so."
The school bell rang, making them notice they had to get to classes. "We should head back to our classes. Um… maybe we can talk after school?"
Enrique pondered before he chose to comply with a nod. It would be rude since he was practically helping Minato. The young CEO smiled as he then made his way upstairs to his next class and being on time for once.
Yurusen appeared in a puff of smoke, sitting on his friend's shoulder. "Would you look at that. Seems you two are becoming friends."
"He only needed help, Yurusen."
The small spirit rolled his only eye. "Whatever you say. Oh, and by the way, we might have a lead."
The American cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Hello~! King Tutankhamen. Had to rule an empire at a young age? Father croaking and leaving the heir to take over?"
Enrique's eyes widen and quickly looks where Minato left. This was the lead he needed. With this, he can-
'Humans are just tools pal! They are a means for us to achieve our goals! How else are we supposed to get the Eyecons?'
The traveler stopped for a moment. He was reminded again of what the Tesla Ganma said to him previously. The people are seen as puppets to get an Eyecon? He knows the school nurse assured him but what of the Eyecons? He needed all 15 Luminary Eyecons. All of them to make his wish.
Shaking his head, the teen reminded himself of the mission. He had to get the Eyecons before the Ganma does. He won't let those bastards, not even the demons get in his way to restore what he lost.
Minato sighed after classes were over but he was still concerned about the fact that he can't do anything right. Ever since he took over Kobayashi Corp, he was given responsibilities but he barely knew anything! All he knew was the company was filled with his late father's greedy coworkers trying to make sure they do what they can.
He was not like them. No way in hell. He wanted to set things right like someone once did to his father's ruling years ago.
"Trying to reshape what you rule?"
The greenette blinked, looking around. Did he hear that?
"You want to be like King Tutankhamen don't you? To make a difference to what your respective fathers have done?"
He couldn't see it but someone was speaking to him. Then he finally noticed a young man leaning against the wall of the empty hall. The mysterious teen grinned at Minato before presenting a unique paper and vial.
"Who… are you?"
Alain didn't answer, only to present a paper and vial. With the items in hand, he said, "Just doing you a favor. Use this and I am sure in time, you will be as grand as King Tutankhamen himself. Changing the company you rule into one that will not fall."
Minato looked at the paper with an odd eye symbol and vial.
"Use it and a spirit will help you. Just remember, hold a strong connection and King Tutankhamen will soon come to your aid."
"You… think so?"
"Of course."
"What's your name?"
"Just call me… your ally." The young man gave a nod before leaving.
Minato looked at the paper and thought about this. With this, he could be like Tutankhamun? To be treated fairly for once and to finally be rid of these issues and others who kept plaguing him? At first, it did seem too good to be true. But deep down, he knew one thing. This could change something. Might as well give it a shot for once.
On the school rooftop, Alain fiddled with the two Eyecons.
"Are you sure this will work, Alain-sama?"
"Don't worry. His connection with the relic will surely make its debut. Once it does, the Ganma he summons will use that opportunity to take it and his life." Alain grinned. "For now, that heir won't realize once that Ganma appears… bad luck will begin."
Once school ended, Enrique waited for his upperclassman Minato given he was the key to obtaining the Eyecon of King Tutankhamun. All he could do was to look out for Minato and find any clues that will draw the Eyecon out.
Just as he was about to check his CobraPhone, the second-year student finally noticed Minato amongst the small crowd of students leaving the school grounds. The young CEO approached the foreigner and said, "Ready, kouhai?"
"Lead the way, Minato," Enrique said before they leave together.
The Phantom Rider continued to follow his senior before he bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Enrique said before he turned to the person he bumped into.
It was a young woman with short white hair and had gold-colored eyes, and she had tanned skin. Her choice of clothing consisted of a black long sleeve shirt with dark blue jeans and black shoes.
"It's no problem. I should've watched where I was going." She told him.
Minato noticed his underclassman Enrique was talking with the young woman. He couldn't be late for his job.
"Kouhai, come on!" Minato called.
"Ah right." Enrique looked at the woman. "Again, I apologize but I should go." He gave his apology and followed Minato.
The woman stared as she watched the two leave. Her gold eyes narrowed slightly; the stare directed at the second-year student. She sensed it. There was a sliver of power emanating from his form and he didn't seem to be Hero but the aura was there. The very power the Shadow Demon, Lars, warned about Specter.
No normal human could even bare such power. She found it unbelievable but the moment she sensed the power in the human, she was now having second thoughts of the human's activities if he harbored power.
She would need to keep an eye on the secret behind his hidden power.
"So that was the Specter he mentioned." The woman observed before she left as well. She had to tread lightly; she had an objective to uphold for her lord and father.
"So this is Kobayashi Corporation?" Enrique observed the building. Like most buildings, it was tall with numerous floors. Now that he noticed, he drove passed the building a few times whenever he rode on the motorcycle.
"Hai…" Minato felt bitter upon coming back again. But with his position as the new CEO, he had work to do. The two entered the tall building as Minato approached the front desk; the person behind it noticing him. "Afternoon, Saika-san."
The now named young woman smiled and greeted him. "Ah, Kobayashi-kun, back from school?"
"Hai. Have the others…?"
The woman sighed. "As before."
"Figures…" Minato grumbled before gesturing to his underclassman. "This is a friend of mine from school."
"Hello." Enrique waved slightly.
The receptionist didn't expect Minato to make a friend. Given the company's reputation plummeting, Minato was placed with the company's downfall and loss of jobs for the other employees; the kind ones which Minato's late father fired. The very reason why his schoolmates hated him. However, to see someone with Minato from his school, it seemed someone doesn't hate him.
"Hello, my name is Saika Fujimaru" She introduced herself. "I hope you and Kobayashi-kun, will be good friends."
"We will," Enrique said.
"Let's just go already," Minato said as he heads to the elevator and Enrique follows him.
"So, you know her?" Enrique asked before he and Minato stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the button to call it down to them.
"From everyone in this building, Saika-san's the only one who isn't like those greedy assholes." Minato cursed.
Enrique could sense the growing anger from his senior. Guess his hatred was slowly growing. From Minato's explanation earlier, it made sense why he was upset.
"Why don't you just fire them?"
"..." Minato averted his gaze. "You try saying that with a brave face to all of those adults."
All he thought was how to build up the courage to fire them. He wanted to do what that person in the past has done but all he can do is be a disappointment which he hated.
"Minato…" Enrique said in worry for him.
The elevator opened before he and Minato entered. The usual elevator music played while Enrique glanced at Minato who stared at the glowing numbers. When it stopped at the top floor, the doors slid open as Minato exited as did his schoolmate. The foreigner briefly glanced at the busy workers but with a close eye, he noticed they weren't doing their full work.
They finally began to notice him and Minato. Some shared looks towards the third-year.
"Does he think he can even run this company?"
"Beats me. Unlike his father."
"Should he let someone else take his place instead? He's not even fit to be here."
"Yeah, he's nothing like his father."
More and more words were audible to Minato. Each one was an insult to him. It finally reached its boiling point. Minato's fingers dug into his palms, his teeth gritting and his cyan eyes filled with anger to the employees talking behind his back.
"SHUT UP!" Minato screamed at the older employees.
By his scream, everything around them were flung off their spots. The lights nearly exploded, the papers flying everywhere, the desk flipped over, and some of the people were pushed to the walls.
Enrique was startled to the unnatural event. No, it wasn't unnatural, it was paranormal. Did Minato's anger spark the event?
'Could this be the Ganma's work?' Enrique thought as he looked around for the Ganma but couldn't. Something triggered the event and it revolved around Minato's anger.
His eyes carefully trail across the workplace. There was nothing at first but finally saw something leaning against the doorframe to Minato's office.
None of the workers nor Minato saw it but he did due to his gift. A spirit that he recognized greatly like many he encountered. A Ganma.
The Ganma was garbed in Egyptian attire that fitted the theme of its weapon. A unique crown rests over its head, covering the upper half of its face as it held the design of a cobra. Gold and black tunic wrapped around its agile form to protect its body while giving a regal appearance. The shoulder plates were shaped like the upper maw of a jackal. Kept close to the hip was an Egyptian sword, a khopesh.
This was the Khopesh Ganma.
"Ganma!" The foreigner recognized the dark spirit.
The said kaijin took notice of the young man's alerted look and caution. "So you can see me, eh?" The Khopesh Ganma hummed. "That must mean you are Specter that my kind is so infuriated about."
The Ganma brandished the weapon it represented, twirling it. "If you wish to kill me, then, by all means, try."
Enrique summoned the Ghost Driver on his waist. He then grabbed the Specter Eyecon and pressed it before putting it into the Ghost Driver.
EYE!
BATCHIRIMIRO! BATCHIRIMIRO!
"Henshin!" The American shouted as he pushed the lever before pulling.
KAIGAN! SPECTER…
READY GO! KAKUGO! DOKI DOKI GHOST!
Once the parka hoodie attaches to his armor, Specter lowers the hood. Now prepared, he dashed towards the Ganma who brings down its weapon. However, Specter caught its wrist before slamming his fist into the Khopesh Ganma's stomach. The attack itself forcing the dark spirit back.
The Ganma growled but saw the charging Rider. The spirit braced for it as the two crashed through the wall. The Ganma used its spiritual ability to remove any debris on it as Specter did the same with his Eyecon. The fight already causing the workers to scatter to avoid being in the proximity.
The two circled each other, their weapons primed and ready to deliver the hit. Khopesh Ganma gripped his weapon tightly and went for an attack on Specter's head. The second-year student blocked the weapon with the help of his rifle and bashed the Ganma's armored temple. While it disoriented it, it quickly regained its senses to send a glare at the phantom rider.
"You'll pay for that!"
Specter replied, "The only thing to pay is your life." And delivered a haymaker but the agile Ganma was proven to be quick to evade the attack. It served as a feint as the phantom slammed his knee against it, making it buckle in pain.
"Do I care what happens to you? No. What I want from you is to see your existence ceased." He blocked Khopesh's leg and countered it with a throw across the workroom. The dark spirit used its power to remove the debris on its body again and got back on its feet.
"You Ganma took everything from me. I will make sure you and every other are gone. To take back what you bastards stole from me!"
The Ganma released a low growl upon noticing it had no chance to get around the brat.
"This ends here for you, Ganma," Specter said.
With the Ganma now cornered, this was his chance to end the spirit; ending it like the rest of its kind he had slain. When Specter was about to fatally strike the bastard Ganma, the metal shelf beside him suddenly toppled and fell. The Phantom Rider quickly moved back before seeing more objects falling, forcing the teen to evade.
"Damn it." He swore under his breath. 'This Ganma isn't giving me a chance to go near him.'
"Like it? My ability to activate curses are useful against the likes of you, Specter." The Ganma laughed.
"So you are the reason why Minato's surroundings caused havoc." Specter hissed. "You're targeting Minato for the Eyecon of King Tutankhamun."
There was no doubt Minato harbored a connection to the late Pharaoh of Egypt. The lead was definitely on the right track.
"There is more to this than you realize, Specter." The Empowered Ganma informed.
"Then I will make you tell me!" Specter aimed his GanGunHand at the Khopesh Ganma but the desk beside him was shoved, pushing the rider's legs and caused a misfire.
Specter growled in annoyance and focused on the Ganma again but a book flew to his helmet. The impact sent the rider staggering, grasping the front of his helmet.
'This Ganma is being protected by a curse? Just what kind of curse is this related to?!' The foreigner shouted in his mind. He never thought the Ganma could be capable of such. Sure Tesla can cast electricity and Nodachi with its sword abilities, but activating a curse from a Khopesh Ganma? It was abnormal.
Specter ducked when a barrage of books nearly hit him in the face. With his attention back on the Ganma, he saw the incoming blade which came in contact with his armor. Sparks burst from Specter who grunted in pain, staggering from the blow.
The rider parried the next strike but couldn't stop the punch to his stomach. He grunted but prevented the next punch and slammed his helmet against the Ganma's face.
With the GanGunHand aimed at the dark spirit again, Specter had an opening he needed. But once again, the curse the Ganma produced prevented him from taking a good shot.
When another piece of debris tried to hit the phantom rider, he used his rifle to swat it to the Ganma. While the objects phased through the spirit, it gave the rider a chance to fire a few rounds into its body. While he was glad to see it harmed, he wanted it dead like any other Ganma he encountered.
When the blue phantom swung his rifle at the Khopesh, it used its gold brace to stop it. Specter was annoyed but the next opening allowed the dark spirit to strike the rider across his body armor, pushing him back.
The Khopesh Ganma lowered his sword slightly. "It seems I must get going. The Eyecon will be ours to gain, Specter." The Ganma immediately left the phantom rider in retreat.
"Get back here!" Specter demanded but the Curse only stopped him from going further. When the paranormal event finally dissipated, the phantom rider kicked a piece of debris in frustration. "Damn it!"
He held his arm after suffering from the previous attacks, his armor vanishing through blue smoke. The statement the Ganma made earlier left him with questions.
"Just what does that Ganma see that I don't?"
To be continued…
A/N: That is it for Part 1 of the Tutankhamun arc folks! Part 2 will be in the next chapter as we get to see development for our Rider. Looks like our favorite goddess-in-hiding is starting to develop an interest in our rider and his power. What will happen to Minato as the Gnama targeted him for the Eyecon? And what will Specter do? We just have to find out in part 2 now, won't we? Anyways as for the second announcement I am about to make... the story Overwatch: Key of Destiny will be put to a halt. Before you ask why it is due to Overwatch 2 that Blizzard announced around November and that will have more insight to Overwatch universe and lore given that Overwatch 2 is after Winston made the Recall, and if you guys saw that announcement cinematic, you know what I am talking about. It isn't like I gave up on the story, it is due to the fact the game was announced so I have to scrap future ideas now that it will be coming soon. However, do not fret. I know you want a Gaim story from me so to say it here, I plan to do a new Gaim story. To which game or anime you ask? It will be seen on my profile.
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