After his return to Kuoh on a Friday afternoon, Issei found himself engrossed in the mysteries of the new weapons he had acquired, especially Samael's Poisoned Imbued sword, the same weapon that Loki had used to end his life. Unable to wield it yet, Issei pondered the enigma of its creator, a persistent annoyance in his life. Another puzzle plaguing him was the apparition known as Dark-sei, whose revelations had shaken his understanding of reality and existence.
The weekend passed in a blur of research and introspection. When Monday arrived, Issei entered Kuoh Academy, his presence cloaked by his manipulation of human minds, rendering him unnoticed by his former peers. However, his ex-friends greeted him with forced smiles, acknowledging his victory over Loki.
Rias, seemingly warm but with an undercurrent of concealed fury, questioned him, her curiosity veiled with concern, "Issei, I'm quite curious—what mischief did you and Rossweisse manage to find in Norway when you weren't busy dealing with Loki and his forces?"
Issei, feeling provocatively bold, responded, his tone steady and composed, "Inevitably, we shared a night, brought a child into this world, and I'll be departing at precisely 2 p.m. to accompany my daughter on her inaugural day at a Valkyrie school in Asgard."
A stunned silence fell over the room; tension thickened the air. All eyes turned to Rias, her hair casting shadows over her eyes, her anger palpable. Suddenly, her power of destruction surged forth, obliterating everything and everyone in the room, except for Issei. Akeno, Kiba, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, Gasper, and Irina were all wiped out in an instant.
Issei, the sole survivor, looked at Rias, a mocking grin playing on his lips, "Ah, succumbing to jealousy and anger, are we? Tell me, what's it like to be replaced?" he taunted, his words cutting through the heavy atmosphere.
"Issei, what have you done?!" Rias demanded, her voice low and aggressive, her eyes burning with rage.
At that moment, reality seemed to warp, and Issei found himself back in the room, everyone still alive and unharmed. Confusion clouded his thoughts, "Did I hallucinate that?" he wondered inwardly.
He glanced up and saw Dark-sei smirking evilly in the corner of the room. Dismissing the apparition, Issei decided to answer Rias's questions, his demeanour nonchalant, "We just trained. She had trouble fighting some of Loki's forces, so I trained her to combat them."
Rias, her smile masking a subtle menace, probed further, "Is that truly all?"
"Indeed," Issei replied, his gaze sharp, a silent warning in his eyes.
Sensing the tension, Kiba intervened, his calm voice aimed at diffusing the situation, "Issei, could you kindly enlighten us on the strategy you employed to vanquish Loki?"
"I beat him within an inch of his life," Issei answered casually, causing a shiver to run down the spines of those present, recalling his ruthless victory against Sairaorg.
Curiosity sparked in Irina's eyes as she inquired, "How strong has Rossweisse become after your training sessions?"
A confident smirk graced Issei's face, "Undoubtedly, she stands as the strongest in her peerage group."
Shock and disbelief rippled through the room, particularly affecting Rias. Jealousy flared within her; she wished it had been her who trained with Issei, intensifying the turmoil in her heart.
X
As the days flowed in their usual routine, the school buzzed with activity until break time arrived, bringing Issei face to face with Ravel after almost a week of not seeing each other.
Concern etched in his voice, Issei inquired, "Did Rias do anything while I was gone?" His worry for her was palpable.
Ravel, her demeanour casual, replied, "Not really, why'd you ask?"
Opening up, Issei shared his thoughts, "Remember when Rias got upset because I rejected her request to accompany me to Norway? I was wondering if she had taken it out on anyone."
A cryptic expression crossed Ravel's face as she began to speak, "Well, there was something that happened. On Wednesday, early in the night, Sirzechs and Lady Grayfia escorted her to the Underworld. When I asked the others, they simply said, 'It's a peerage matter,' leaving me with more questions than answers." Her tone was composed and thoughtful.
Curiosity piqued, Issei asked, "I see; I'll talk to Azazel about it when I see him today."
Seizing the opportunity to change the topic, Ravel inquired slyly, "So, how does it feel to defeat a God?"
Issei's response was humble, "I haven't dwelled on it, to be honest; it's not something I feel the need to boast about. Even with all the attention, I didn't accomplish it alone; I had assistance."
Ravel questioned further, "From Rossweisse?"
"Not just her," Issei clarified, his voice filled with gratitude, "but also from a young girl named Astrid. She possesses a sacred gear housing one of the Dragon Kings, Midgardsomr. Loki nearly killed me, but she intervened and saved my life, and Rossweisse and I have adopted her as our own. I'll be leaving at 2 p.m. today to enrol her in her new school in Asgard."
Ravel stood there, jaw-dropping, not at the defeat of a God by a young girl but at the unexpected turn of events involving Issei and Rossweisse adopting a child. So much had transpired in just a week.
Blushing slightly, Ravel gathered her courage to ask, "Does that mean you and Rossweisse..."
Issei, sensing her unspoken words, ran his finger across his lips, recalling the kiss they had shared. He chuckled softly, appreciating the memory. Before he could respond, Azazel approached the duo.
"Yo, Issei!" Azazel called out as he walked closer to them, interrupting their conversation.
At the rooftops, Issei approached Azazel with a confident smirk, his curiosity evident. "Azazel, your name came up in our conversation earlier," he said, his tone casual yet inquisitive.
Azazel chuckled softly. "And pray tell, what was it about?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"I want to know why Rias was taken to the Underworld by Sirzechs and Grayfia last week," Issei inquired, curiosity lacing his words.
Inwardly, Azazel strategised, weighing his words carefully. "Tell you what, if you do this specific favour for me, I'll spill the beans," he stated smugly.
"Predictable. Interested in yet another one of my weapons, aren't you?" Issei replied, rolling his eyes in exasperation.
"Well, if you're offering," Azazel teased, "I guess I could ask for more. But seriously, I know about how you trained Rossweisse and took her to a completely new level."
"Yeah, that's right, I trained her," Issei confirmed.
Ravel, eyes wide with curiosity, asked, "How strong is she now?"
Frankly, Issei asserted, "I believe she could outclass Rias without breaking a sweat."
Ravel's eyes lit up like stars upon hearing Issei's words.
Issei, sensing Azazel's intentions, speculated, "I'm guessing you want me to train someone?"
"Sharp as ever," Azazel acknowledged, his eyes almost pleading. "I'm asking if you can train Akeno and Kiba."
Issei narrowed his eyes, questioning, "Them? Why?"
Azazel grinned mischievously, explaining, "The Underworld is abuzz with excitement because of the mid-class promotion exam. Lowly devils are clawing at the chance to ascend. Thanks to the Gremory Peerage's feats, they've earned a shot at becoming high-classed devils. They'd offer you the same opportunity, but alas, your present situation doesn't quite allow it."
Issei scoffed, his thoughts dwelling on his excommunication from the Underworld due to his actions during the Rating Match.
"How is Sairaorg? Surely he isn't in the slumps," Issei said dismissively.
"Well, knowing his personality, he's as cheerful as ever and vows to become stronger, fight you again, and hopefully defeat you," Ravel answered.
"Yeah, 'hopefully,'" Issei said sarcastically, not entirely convinced.
"Why are Akeno and Kiba the only ones participating if everyone's being offered the chance to become Mid-class?" Issei asked Azazel, his tone a mix of curiosity and strategic assessment.
"Once you left, everyone else, except for Akeno and Kiba, seemed lost without you," Azazel remarked playfully, his smirk revealing his amusement.
"They should stop depending on me so much," Issei retorted, his tone confident and dismissive.
"Still, you owe me a lot. Do you know how much money you spent in Norway with Rossweisse?" Azazel teased, smirking.
"With Norway's high living costs, blame the system, not me," Issei replied, nonchalantly lifting his shoulders. "Besides, aren't you rich?"
A light bulb lit up in Azazel's head. "That's it! I'll pay you! Do this favour for me, and I'll pay you, and I'll even give a bonus based on how well Akeno and Kiba progress," he proposed.
Issei's disbelief was apparent. "Why would you say that? It contradicts the fact that I owe you a substantial amount of money."
"Forget what I said; after all, I'm rich. Do this for me, and I'll pay you, and I'll even give a bonus with how well both Akeno and Kiba grow," Azazel explained, attempting to sweeten the deal.
After a moment of consideration, Issei agreed. "Very well, I'll handle it. I'll commence tomorrow afternoon; my presence is required this afternoon," he said, his tone confident and enigmatic.
"Oh? This doesn't have anything to do with a certain Valkyrie and your newly adopted daughter, does it?" Azazel teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
"How much did Odin tell you?" Issei questioned.
"More than enough, such as when Rossweisse's grandmother started interrogating you and said-" Azazel began before Issei covered his mouth, silencing him.
"Quiet," Issei warned in a low, threatening tone.
Azazel chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I'll let Rias know."
"Are you free after six today?" Issei asked Azazel.
"Yeah?" Azazel replied, curious.
"I want to show you something in my dimension, and I have something to give you as well," Issei revealed.
Azazel chuckled in response. "Yeah, sure," he said, walking away.
In Azazel's thoughts, a devious plan formed. "I'm glad Odin gave me the recording of the conversation between Issei and Rossweisse's grandmother; I have something to blackmail him with," he thought, a sinister grin on his face.
As the bell rang, signalling the start of class, both Ravel and Issei made their way to their respective classrooms, the day's events swirling in their minds.
X
After the day progresses, and it's almost 2 p.m., Issei leaves his class and goes to the bathroom so he open a rift to Asgard.
[Ability Used: Rift]
Issei opened a rift to Asgard, stepping through it to find Odin smirking mischievously on the other side. Wary of facing another Azazel-like situation, Issei cut him off before he could speak and inquired about the location of Rossweisse's house.
Upon reaching the house, Issei took in its quaint yet historic appearance. He opened the gate and made his way across the stone pathway to the door, where he knocked and waited.
Footsteps approached, and the door swung open, revealing Göndul with a warm smile.
Göndul greeted him cheerfully, "Oh, hello, Issei; good to see you again."
"Likewise, Ma'am," he replied with a smile, his voice polite.
"Please come in," Göndul gestured, stepping aside to allow Issei entry.
He nodded appreciatively and entered the home. The interior mirrored the homely charm of the exterior, adorned in warm wood brown and forest green. The furniture, though historic, exuded a comfortable aura.
Göndul indicated the couch, offering, "Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please," Issei accepted graciously.
As Göndul prepared the tea, she chuckled, "Rose is currently helping Astrid get ready; that silly granddaughter of mine woke up late today."
Issei chuckled softly in response. After a while, Göndul handed him his tea, and they engaged in conversation until Astrid and Rossweisse descended the stairs. Issei stood to greet them, but before he could, Astrid lunged at him, hugging him tightly.
"Dad!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable.
"Hey, kiddo, how have you been?" Issei asked, patting her head affectionately.
"I've been good!" she replied with a wide grin.
"Ready for your first day?" he inquired, his eyes filled with parental pride.
"Yeah!" Astrid exclaimed eagerly.
Göndul intervened, calling Astrid over to the breakfast table reminding her to fuel up for the big day. Issei turned his attention to Rossweisse, a playful grin on his lips.
"Miss me?" he teased.
"Absolutely not!" Rossweisse declared firmly, her cheeks flushed with a mix of determination and embarrassment.
"Sure," he responded sarcastically, his tone light.
Rossweisse noticed his school uniform and questioned him seriously, "Have you informed the student council about your departure?"
"Nope!" he declared nonchalantly.
"Issei! Why are you slacking off?" she scolded, her tone stern, reflecting her disciplined nature.
"I'm not; I'm just swamped with schoolwork," he replied dismissively, trying to sound convincing.
As Rossweisse continued her scolding, Göndul seized the opportunity to tease her.
"Rose, are you enjoying the new bed you brought in the other day?" Göndul asked with a teasing tone, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Issei, catching on, questioned, "Bed?"
Astrid chimed in from the dining table, "Mom got a new, bigger bed to replace her old smaller one."
Realisation dawned on Issei, and he couldn't help but laugh at Rossweisse's expense, joined by Göndul. Rossweisse stood there, utterly flushed, as the laughter echoed around her.
After bidding farewell to Göndul, Issei and Rossweisse made their way towards the school, a journey that took a while but with Rossweisse's teleportation circle they were able to make it too Valhalla. As they stood before the school gates, Issei couldn't help but notice the school's outward appearance, which was so similar to an educational institution from something like Harry Potter with all the castles and stone buildings. However, he could sense the presence of high-level beings within, a subtle reminder that this place was far from ordinary.
Inside the school office, they were greeted by the office lady who handed them Astrid's timetable sheet. Guiding Astrid to her classroom, she settled into an empty desk. The school staff watched them with awe, their gazes shifting between Rossweisse, the esteemed granddaughter of Göndul, and Issei, renowned for his defeat of Loki.
After bidding their goodbyes to Astrid, Issei and Rossweisse returned to the school office, where they met with the vice principal. He provided them with detailed information about the school and the available courses. Both Issei and Rossweisse took their time to absorb the information. Issei pondered the options, but he patiently waited for Rossweisse's input, considering her past experience with the school.
In the end, they decided to allow Astrid the freedom to choose her own path in school life. Issei mentioned his availability on Saturday, as he had committed to a favour requested by Azazel that would occupy his entire week. They agreed to dedicate their weekend to assisting Astrid.
Once they left the school premises, Issei created a rift back to Kuoh. But before departing, he couldn't resist the temptation to tease Rossweisse. With a playful grin, he planted a teasing kiss on her cheek, leaving a subtle mark of affection before stepping through the portal.
X
When Issei arrived, the school day had long concluded, and the campus was deserted, everyone having gone home. Issei patiently waited for 6 o'clock, his scheduled meeting time with Azazel in his private dimension. Eventually, Azazel arrived, though he was fashionably late by 30 minutes.
"You're late," Issei remarked, his annoyance evident in his tone.
Azazel teasingly replied, "I just thought you and Rossweisse would be spending more time if you know what I mean."
Ignoring Azazel's remark, Issei swiftly opened a portal to his dimension. "Shut up and get in already," he snapped, a tick forming on his forehead.
Once inside the dimension, they found themselves in the armoury section of Issei's castle. Azazel's eyes widened as he took in the sight of an even more extensive collection of weapons and items than before.
"Looks like you remodelled and got more tools," Azazel commented, impressed.
"Hmm? Perhaps. I don't notice it, unlike you," Issei replied casually.
Leading the way, Issei guided Azazel towards a passageway that led to his newly constructed lab. "This way," he called out.
In the laboratory area, Azazel looked around in awe. Issei had incorporated advanced technology into the space, with sections dedicated to biology, chemistry, physics, and engineering. At the centre stood a table with several items and a case containing a sword.
"Seems like you're trying to copy me, but everything in this room is all beginner stuff," Azazel snorted, unable to contain his amusement.
"Shut up, come over here," Issei snapped in annoyance.
Azazel approached, his eyes falling on the sword within the case. "Is this?" he questioned in awe.
"Yeah, this is Samael's Poison Imbued Sword. Loki used it against me," Issei explained.
Curious, Azazel inquired, "If that's the case, how did you survive?"
"He survived using my Rival's power, the Divine Dividing," Ddraig chimed in from Issei's left hand.
"I see. What do you plan on doing with this? I doubt you can use it," Azazel asked, his curiosity piqued.
"You're right, but I won't tell you; it's a secret," Issei replied with a smirk, his tone playful.
Azazel briefly considered using the recording of Issei confessing about Rossweisse against him to extract information but decided to save it for another time. They left the lab and returned to the armoury.
"Just wait here. I've got something for you," Issei said to Azazel before moving over to a nearby table, preparing to retrieve something special.
Azazel starts walking around, looking at the weapons; he notices a section in the middle that looks like a wide and long crate with multiple different weapons. He goes over to the crate and picks up a sword; he notices that this sword is just plain; there is nothing special about it. Issei, finally getting what he was looking for, walked over to Azazel.
"These?" Issei declared, his eyes fixed on the crate of seemingly ordinary weapons. "They're just ordinary weapons, utterly worthless."
Azazel, puzzled, questioned, "Why do you keep them then? Surely, melting them down would be worth more than the swords."
Issei's eyes glinted with a knowing light. "Recall the sword I wielded against Sairaorg and Regulus during the Rating Match?" he inquired.
"Yeah, it changed; I watched it do so," Azazel replied, intrigued.
"Well, that sword was a part of this section of weapons; I had just moulded the sword into my ideals. Although I didn't think much about it and just poured my Dragonic power into it," Issei stated, his voice filled with confidence.
"So these weapons are just-" Azazel began, but Issei swiftly cut him off, finishing his thought.
"Blank canvases. That's the best part about these weaklings," Issei commented a spark of excitement in his eyes.
Issei then handed over a small device to Azazel, who accepted it, studying the gadget with interest. He noticed a scanner and three buttons: red, blue, and green.
"What's this?" Azazel asked, intrigued.
"It's a device I've made for you," Issei explained. "Press the blue button, and you and anyone in contact with you will be teleported into this dimension; press it again, and you'll be sent back to wherever you teleported from. Press the red button, and I'll be teleported to wherever you are. Press the green button, and it will activate the scanner. Use the scanner to analyse the weapons you are taking out for research and also the weapons you are putting back in, I'll be notified whenever you take or return an Item from this amoury. That I can keep track off what I can use and what I cannot." Issei instructed.
Azazel's lips curled into a smirk. "So it's a half Zeno button and a half library card?"
"In a sense, yes. I did promise I'd have a solution for you regarding your research on my weapons when I returned from Norway, so here it is," Issei stated, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.
With their discussion concluded, Azazel left the dimension armed with newfound tools and knowledge. At the same time, Issei remained in his castle, ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
X
The next day dawned, and Issei found himself waking up in a vast bed, but something was different - Rossweisse wasn't there. Over the past two weeks, he had grown accustomed to her presence, sleeping and waking up next to her. Shrugging off his sense of loss, he commenced his morning routine: a rigorous cardio session, followed by breakfast, a shower, and then he set off for school.
School unfolded much like any other day, with Issei attending his classes and spending time with Ravel on the rooftops. However, a new twist emerged when the Student Council confronted him about his unexplained absence the previous day. Issei's response was defiant; he flipped off Sona and walked away. Saji, attempting to enforce authority, found himself on the receiving end of Issei's wrath, his jaw shattered and almost ripped off by a powerful back fist and sent through a few walls. The chaos that ensued allowed Issei to slip away unnoticed.
After the final bell, Issei patiently waited for the clock to strike 4 p.m. before heading towards his old home. As he opened the front door, he was met with the stern gazes of two individuals he hadn't seen in over two years—his parents. Gorou, his father, immediately demanded answers.
"Issei! Where have you been for the past few weeks?" Gorou's voice boomed, filled with worry and concern.
Issei, taken aback by his parents' recognition despite his transformed appearance, glanced over at Rias and Akeno, realising they had manipulated memories to maintain his old identity.
His mother, Miki, sternly pressed, "Speak up, young man!"
Issei replied nonchalantly, "And what would telling you do for me?"
Gorou growled, "Don't speak back to your mother! Your absence, your attitude—it's caused tears, Issei! Every night, the girls cry, Asia cries, all because of you!"
Miki chimed in, her disappointment evident, "If only you were like Kiba, you would've been the perfect son."
Suddenly, both parents experienced a sharp, searing pain in their torsos. They looked down, horror etched on their faces, to see Issei's arm impaling them. The members of ORC watched in shock as the gruesome sight unfolded.
"Issei, why?" Miki gasped, blood dripping from her mouth.
In a swift motion, Issei flung his arms, separating their torsos from their lower bodies. Their lifeless forms dropped to the ground, a cruel smile playing on Issei's lips.
Reality snapped back into focus as Issei realised he had been lost in another hallucination, his parents still scolding him. Finally, he spoke up, his voice calm yet assertive.
"Have you both finished?" Issei inquired, his tone cutting through the tension.
Miki demanded, "Did you not hear a word we said? Did our words pass through one ear and out the other?"
Gorou accused, "All you think about is your perverted thoughts and hurting the girls' feelings!"
"It's constantly Issei, Issei, Issei. Don't do this Issei, Don't do that Issei. You all seem so predictable. Frankly, I'm fed up with it," Issei stated, his presence dominating the room, making the atmosphere colder and more intense.
Silence settled in, freezing the air around them.
Gorou, his tone concerned, began, "Son, what are you saying—"
"Do not address me in that manner; I am not your child," Issei asserted, his resolve unwavering.
Everyone winced at his tone.
"But Issei, you are our son!" Miki pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Am I? Weren't you the one advocating for a daughter? You have Asia, do you not?" Issei retorted, his tone unyielding and pragmatic.
"But, you're our own son, our miracle child," Miki said, her voice breaking.
"Clearly, I'm not Kiba, and as far as my knowledge goes, he's parentless. So, why not consider adopting him, too?" Issei challenged, his tone unwavering.
Kiba tensed, anticipating Issei's wrath during their upcoming training session.
"We can't abandon our own flesh and blood!" Gorou exclaimed, desperation in his voice.
Issei smirked sinisterly, moving closer to his parents. He embraced them, his arms encircling their forms.
"You two are a part of the problem. I want you to thoroughly understand that" he whispered into their ears, his words chilling, before pushing past them, walking through their spectral figures and knocking them to the ground.
Miki wept openly, and Gorou tried to console his wife as Rias, Akeno, Asia, and Kiba stepped forward to comfort the distressed parents while Koneko and Xenovia stood to the side with sympathetic looks. Meanwhile, Issei continued toward the basement area, his destination on the training grounds. Before descending the stairs, he turned his head.
"Are you two coming or not?" he asked Kiba and Akeno sternly.
All eyes turned to Issei. Rias nodded to Akeno and Kiba, indicating they should go with him. Akeno and Kiba bowed to Issei's parents before joining Issei, making their way toward the training facility, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a once close-knit family.
X
Akeno and Kiba stood tall, facing Issei's sharp and critical gaze. Under his scrutiny, they felt like their very souls were laid bare, their vulnerabilities exposed.
"Frankly, there's no sugarcoating it – both of you are weak," Issei asserted, his tone dismissive, causing both Akeno and Kiba to clench their fists in response.
With unwavering focus, Issei turned his attention to Kiba. His eyes bore into Kiba's, dissecting his soul with their intensity. "Let's begin with you, Kiba," he said, his words cutting through the air.
"Your swordsmanship skills are commendable, but your utilisation of your sacred gear is subpar. What's even more concerning is your tendency to let emotions cloud your judgment during battles, leading you to recklessly charge at your opponents, ultimately jeopardising the entire fight," he critiqued, blunt and unyielding.
Kiba started to sweat under the weight of Issei's words, while Akeno, seemingly calm, let out a small chuckle. "Oh, my, you're being rather stern, aren't you?" Akeno purred, her voice laced with a seductive charm, attempting to deflect the criticism.
"Do you find this amusing?" Issei inquired, his eyes locking onto Akeno's. Sensing the scrutiny, Akeno tensed, caught off guard.
"I find it amusing how some can never win a battle, whether it's against Riser's Queen or Sairaorg's Queen," Issei declared harshly, his words cutting through the air. Akeno frowned defiantly, her eyes challenging Issei's assessment. Unfazed, Issei stepped closer, their bodies almost touching.
"What with that look? Where in my statement was I wrong?," Issei stated, his tone unwavering. Akeno remained silent, torn between her desire to dispute Issei's words and her masochistic enjoyment of his scolding. Issei noticed her reaction and, seeing her rubbing her thighs together due to pleasure in the degradation.
Inwardly scoffing, Issei made his final assessment of Akeno, "I don't expect anything less from a girl with daddy issues," he thought, his tone laden with disdain as he stepped away, leaving Akeno standing there, her emotions a whirlwind within her.
Issei stood his ground, unyielding in his resolve. "I've noticed, Akeno, that you've adopted a strategy similar to Rias, relying heavily on your magic signature without considering the broader tactical approach. Just casting all your magic at once and hoping it annihilates your opponents won't always work. I intend to address that," he declared confidently, his tone unwavering.
Akeno, undeterred, responded in a sultry murmur, her lips curling into a teasing smile, "Does that imply I'll be receiving private tutoring?"
"No, I don't have time," Issei replied coldly, dismissing her suggestion. Akeno pouted, her disappointment evident. Issei pulled out a coin from his pocket, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"I am going to test out how strong each of you are before I start training you properly," he stated, holding the coin between his fingers. He turned to the duo. "Heads or tails?" he asked, his gaze shifting between Akeno and Kiba.
"Heads," Akeno said instantly, her voice dripping with suggestion. Issei deadpanned before addressing Kiba, "That means your tails, Kiba."
Kiba nodded in understanding. Issei flicked the coin with such force that it soared to the top of the building. Akeno, never one to miss an opportunity for flirtation, remarked, "My, my, Issei, you truly have a talent for flicking," her sultry chuckle adding to the playful tone.
Issei's eyes rolled in annoyance, his patience wearing thin. "I'm going to destroy her," he thought inwardly, his frustration evident. Ddraig, his partner, said mentally, "I think that's what the shrine maiden wants, partner."
The coin finally fell and landed in Issei's hand. When the face was revealed, it showed tails. Issei wasted no time, addressing Kiba with authority, "Kiba, you're first. Akeno, go to the sidelines and wait for your turn," he commanded, his tone firm.
"Hmph, how unfair! I truly desired to be Issei's first!" Akeno huffed, her voice laced with playful annoyance as she pouted, her disappointment palpable. Despite her protest, she complied, stepping aside to await her turn, a mischievous glint in her eyes, undeterred by Issei's stern demeanour.
Kiba and Issei made their way to the centre of the training ground, where Akeno sat on the sidelines, patiently waiting for her turn.
With a flick of his wrist, Issei utilised his dimensional inventory ability, conjuring a basic Bokken through a portal. He pointed it towards Kiba, his challenge clear. "Come at me with everything you've got," he said, his voice steady and unwavering.
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Bokken
Rarity: Uncommon
Classification: Katana
Stats: 5 Strength, 2 Dexterity, 5 Agility
Ability: A wooden Sword that hits harder than it looks. If your opponent is armed, weapon stats will increase by 2x. Due to blunt force impact, the sword compensates by matching the user's strength and adapting to it, meaning the stronger the user, the stronger the sword becomes
--
Kiba, genuine concern in his tone, questioned Issei's choice of weapon. "Issei, I must inquire: are you certain about engaging in combat with me using a wooden sword?"
"You're talking as if you're even a threat to me," Issei responded calmly, his confidence unshaken.
Kiba activated his sacred gear, Sword Birth, summoning multiple swords that hovered around him. He selected one and charged towards Issei, his mind racing with strategies. "I may not surpass him in sheer physical strength, but my speed will prove to be my advantage," Kiba strategised inwardly, preparing for his attack.
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Name: Yuuto Kiba
Race: Reincarnated Devil
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Relationship: Ex-Friend
Type: Melee (Warrior)
Stats:-
Vitality: 30
Strength: 40
Agility: 50
Intelligence: 30
Senses: 30
Dexterity: 40
Luck: 20
Overall Power Level: 34
Abilities: None
Gear: Sword Birth, Blade Blacksmith
--
Issei observed Kiba's movements, analysing his every action. "In their eyes, they might believe they're at ease with their approach to conflict. However, they are nothing but blank canvases. Witness as I shape them into something far superior," Issei contemplated, his mind sharp and focused.
The clash began. Issei effortlessly blocked the first of Kiba's strikes, their swords colliding in a conflict of wills. With knight-like speed, Kiba disappeared before Issei's eyes. Anticipating Kiba's next move, Issei swiftly blocked an attack aimed at the top of his head. They entered a stalemate as Kiba tried to force his sword past Issei's defences.
Seizing the opportunity, Issei flung Kiba away towards the other swords he had summoned. Kiba, realising Issei's unfazed demeanour, rose once more, determined. This time, he approached with Flame Sword, a specialised weapon, charging at Issei with blinding speed.
A smirk played on Issei's lips as he saw Kiba approaching him with the Flame Sword. He sidestepped Kiba's lightning-fast strike with precision and agility, narrowly avoiding the blade. Before Kiba could retract his sword for another attack, Issei swiftly countered, knocking the Flame Sword out of Kiba's hand with a precise strike from his wooden weapon.
Caught off guard, Kiba stumbled back, surprised by Issei's speed and accuracy. Issei capitalised on this momentary vulnerability, closing the distance between them. Kiba swiftly retreated, utilising his other Sacred Gear, Blade Blacksmith, Glory Drag Trooper to distract Issei as he regained his footing.
"I acknowledge his immense strength, but I refuse to believe he surpasses my skills as a swordsman," Kiba mused silently, determination burning in his eyes as he observed Issei effortlessly dismantle the army of Dragon Knights before him.
Using sword birth again, he gets two more swords, Repression Calm and Flame Sword. The synergy between wind and fire should give a big boost.
His eyes glinting with determination, Issei watches as Kiba summons the two additional swords. With Repression Calm and Flame Sword in hand, Kiba enacts a well-thought-out strategy, hoping the combination of wind and fire will give him an advantage.
Kiba swiftly swings Repression Calm, creating a gust of wind that obscures Issei's vision momentarily. Seizing the opportunity, he lunges forward with Flame Sword, its blade enveloped in fiery intensity. Issei, however, reacts with incredible reflexes. He pivots on his heels, narrowly avoiding the wind blast and sidestepping the fiery swing. With impeccable timing, Issei parries Kiba's strike with his Bokken, the clash of wood and steel ringing through the training ground.
Kiba grits his teeth, acknowledging Issei's expertise. He doesn't falter; instead, he follows up his attack with a rapid spin, aiming to disorient Issei. The wind from Repression Calm intensifies, making it difficult for Issei to maintain his balance. Sensing the danger, Issei jumps backward, narrowly evading Kiba's assault.
Kiba, undeterred, continues his assault. He combines the wind from Repression Calm with the heat from Flame Sword, creating a scorching vortex around him. The intense heat distorts the air, making it challenging for Issei to gauge his opponent's next move.
With newfound determination, Issei raises his Bokken, channelling his energy into it. The wooden sword emits a faint, crimson aura, matching the intensity of Kiba's flames.
With a burst of speed, Issei charges forward, his enhanced strength allowing him to break through the scorching vortex. He swings his empowered Bokken, clashing against Kiba's swords with a force that sends shockwaves through the ground. Though momentarily taken aback, Kiba counters with impressive skill, deflecting Issei's blows.
The clash between the two warriors intensifies, the training ground echoing with the sound of their battle. Issei pushes Kiba back, his eyes ablaze with determination. Kiba, refusing to yield, summons his remaining strength, determined to prove himself against Issei.
During the battle, they continue to learn from each other, their skills evolving with every strike. Ever the strategist, Issei analyses Kiba's movements, searching for weaknesses. Fueled by his determination, Kiba matches Issei's every move with unwavering resolve.
Kiba's eyes glint with determination as he summons his most powerful sword, the Sword of Betrayer. The blade emerges, ethereal and imposing, its aura pulsating with an ominous energy that sends shivers down the spines of onlookers. Even Issei, renowned for his composure, narrows his eyes to acknowledge the significant power Kiba now wields.
[Opponents Stats have increased due to Item]
[50% Strength, 40% Vitality, 35% Intelligence]
Issei's thoughts echoed with anticipation, "So, he's finally brought out his trump card. This just got interesting."
With the Sword of Betrayer in hand, Kiba's movements became fluid and precise. He charged at Issei with newfound confidence, his strikes carrying the weight of his determination and the sword's dark power. Each swing was calculated, every thrust aimed at exploiting Issei's slightest opening.
Issei met Kiba's advances with unwavering focus. He dodged, parried, and countered with a grace that belied the intensity of the battle. The clash of their swords reverberated through the training ground, creating a symphony of steel that drowned out all other sounds.
Kiba's thoughts resonated with determination, "I can feel it. This sword is responding to my will. Together, we can do this."
The Sword of Betrayer crackled with dark energy as Kiba channelled his determination into it. The blade seemed to hunger for combat, amplifying Kiba's strikes and making them even more potent. Issei, sensing the increased power, adjusted his tactics accordingly. He focused on defence, waiting for the opportune moment to strike back.
The battle reached a fever pitch. Kiba's attacks came fast and fierce, each blow infused with the Sword of Betrayer's evil energy. Issei, however, remained calm under the pressure, his eyes sharp and analytical. He studied Kiba's every move, searching for a weakness to exploit.
Their clash intensified to its peak. Kiba's strikes became a blur of motion, his swordsmanship reaching new heights under the influence of the Sword of Betrayer. Issei defended with all his might, his Bokken flashing with red light as he dodged each attack.
In sheer determination, Kiba launched a final, desperate assault, pouring every ounce of his strength into the Sword of Betrayer. The dark energy surrounding the blade intensified, forming a swirling vortex of power.
Issei's thoughts resonated with recognition, "This is it. He's going all in."
With a resounding battle cry, Kiba unleashed a devastating strike to break Issei's defences and secure victory. Issei, however, countered with a move of unparalleled finesse. He sidestepped Kiba's attack and redirected the momentum, disarming Kiba and sending the Sword of Betrayer clattering to the ground.
[Opponents Stats have been reduced to Base]
The training ground fell silent, the echoes of their battle fading into the air. Issei stood victorious, his breathing steady despite the intensity of the fight. On the ground, Kiba stared at his fallen weapon in disbelief, the reality of defeat sinking in.
Issei's voice cut through the tension, his tone contemplative. "Hmm, interesting," he remarked, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
Kiba's response was terse, his voice low and measured, "How much?" he questioned, his gaze intense.
"How much what?" Issei countered, genuinely puzzled by Kiba's inquiry.
"How much were you holding back?" Kiba pressed, desperation creeping into his voice.
"I wasn't holding back," Issei stated firmly, his words hanging in the air, challenging Kiba's belief.
Kiba's eyes widened in disbelief, his head snapping to look at Issei. Suspicion flickered in his narrowed eyes; he sensed Issei's dishonesty.
"I was merely shadowing your abilities," Issei continued, his voice steady and unwavering, the weight of his words sinking in.
Kiba demanded an explanation, his confusion and irritation palpable. "Shadowing my abilities? What do you mean?" he demanded, his frustration bubbling.
Issei's smirk held a deep understanding as he appreciated Kiba's tenacity. "Every fighter has a rhythm, a pattern in their techniques and movements. I was studying yours, understanding your strengths and weaknesses. It wasn't about holding back; it was about comprehending your style fully," Issei explained, his tone enlightening.
Kiba clenched his fists, his frustration mingled with anger and humiliation. "So, you thought it was amusing to toy with me?" he retorted, his voice firm despite the underlying emotions.
"If that's how you see it, then you can't be helped. I was merely showing you the next level of your development," Issei responded, his words laden with purpose.
With that, Issei walked away, leaving Kiba deep in thought. The training session might have ended, but the lessons learned in that intense battle would fuel Kiba's determination to improve, propelling him further on his journey to become a formidable warrior.
"Akeno, step up; it's your turn. Kiba, you can brood on the sidelines," Issei commanded, his voice carrying the weight of authority as he directed the flow of their training.
Both trainees move, Akeno approaching Issei and Kiba leaving for the sidelines.
Kiba watches Issei walk away, a mixture of frustration and determination churning within him. He knows Issei's words hold some truth, but the sting of feeling underestimated lingers. Sitting on the sidelines, he replays the intense battle in his mind, vowing to learn and grow from this experience.
Meanwhile, Akeno, a keen observer of the preceding battle, steps forward at Issei's call. She's acutely aware of the intensity of the fight that just transpired, and she understands the challenge that lies ahead of her.
"I'm prepared, Issei," she purrs, her voice dripping with confidence as she gracefully moves closer to him. Akeno, no stranger to daunting battles, is enthusiastic about proving her prowess against her formidable mentor.
Issei nods, his earlier intensity still present in his eyes.
"Very well. Let's witness your capabilities, Akeno," he declares with a determined tone, readying himself for the upcoming training bout.
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Name: Akeno Himejima
Race: Reincarnated Devil/ Fallen Angel Hybrid
Affiliation: Underworld
Rank: Low-Class Devil
Relationship: Ex-Lover
Type: Caster (Mage)
Stats:
Vitality: 30
Strength: 20
Agility: 40
Intelligence: 40
Senses: 50
Dexterity: 50
Luck: 30
Overall Power Level: 37
Abilities: Elemental Demonic Magic (Lightning, Fire, Water, Ice), Defensive Magic, Teleportation, Holy Lightning
Gear: None
--
A bright light envelops Akeno; when it fades, she stands transformed, clad in her white and red shrine kimono. Unveiling one of her Fallen Angel wings and one of her Devil Wings, she ascends into the air, casting many magic circles and a barrage of Holy lightning towards Issei.
[Opponents Stats have Increased due to activating Fallen Angel Powers]
[50% to all Stats]
Remaining composed as always, Issei calmly raises his hand, halting the onslaught of Holy Lightning. The abrupt stop causes a smoke screen to engulf the area. Kiba and Akeno watch in shock as Issei faces Holy Power head-on. When the smoke dissipates, Issei stands there, utterly unfazed by the attack, with Holy lightning crackling around his body.
"Issei, dear, are you absolutely certain you're still a devil?" Akeno inquires her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"I'm pretty sure I am, why?" he replies, genuine confusion.
"That was Holy lightning I cast at you; it should have left you seriously wounded," she teases, a seductive smile on her lips.
"Who knows why? Just shut up and fight," he commands, his patience wearing thin.
Momentarily taken aback by Issei's response, Akeno blinks. However, she quickly regains her composure, her determination shining through. With a nod, she readies herself for the next round.
"Very well, Issei. Prepare yourself," she declares, her voice laced with newfound determination, a teasing glimmer in her eyes, and a playful smile. The stage is set for their battle, and Akeno is determined to prove her strength against her mentor, knowing that this challenge will push her abilities to new limits.
Akeno summons more magic circles, imbued with both Holy and Demonic energies. The air is powerful as she sends a barrage of elemental attacks towards Issei. Bolts of lightning, intermingled with dark energy, streak across the training ground, creating a dazzling display of magic.
Issei, undeterred, moves with astonishing speed and precision, weaving between the incoming attacks. He deflects some with his Bokken, dissipates others with his aura, and dodges the rest with acrobatic finesse. Akeno's eyes widen in astonishment; Issei's mastery over his Devil powers and adeptness at countering Holy magic are beyond anything she expected.
Kiba, watching from the sidelines, is equally impressed. He recognises the depth of Issei's abilities, realising that Issei is not just a powerhouse but a strategist who comprehends the strengths and weaknesses of various supernatural powers.
Akeno, refusing to back down, intensifies her assault. She combines her Holy and Demonic powers, creating a storm of divine and dark energy that engulfs the area. Issei, however, remains unyielding. He counters her magic with his own, skillfully manipulating the points to deflect her attacks and nullify their impact.
The clash between their powers sends shockwaves rippling through the training ground, shaking the earth beneath them. Akeno, although visibly challenged, wears a determined expression. With intricate patterns woven by her fingers, she channels her energy into a colossal burst of combined Holy and Demonic magic.
"Akeno, as I've already pointed out, it's crucial to think strategically rather than relying on blind casting and hoping for the best," Issei commands, his tone carrying authority.
Despite her exhaustion, Akeno nods in understanding. Issei's words strike a chord with her, emphasising the significance of strategy in battles. Taking a deep breath, she steadies herself, focusing her energy.
"Indeed, Issei. I shall adopt a more strategic approach," she declares, her voice brimming with determination.
With newfound resolve, Akeno begins to analyse the situation. She observes Issei, studying his movements, patiently waiting for the opportune moment to strike. As Issei prepares for his next move, Akeno senses an opening. With precise timing, she unleashes a focused burst of Holy and Demonic magic, directing it straight at Issei's feet. The battlefield intensifies as Akeno seizes the moment, aiming to exploit her mentor's vulnerability.
The ground trembles as the combined energy strikes, creating a shockwave that knocks Issei off balance. Akeno seizes the opportunity, launching a follow-up attack. She conjures a barrage of sharp icicles, combining her Holy power with the chill of the Underworld, aiming them at Issei from multiple angles.
Issei, caught off guard by Akeno's strategic assault, swiftly summons an energy barrier, deflecting the icicles just in time. Akeno doesn't relent; she continues her assault, alternating between Holy and Demonic magic, keeping Issei on his toes.
He counters her attacks with his own, engaging in a dance of magic and power. The training ground becomes a battleground of intellect and skill, each move calculated, every spell cast with purpose.
Their battle rages on, the clash of their powers echoing through the surroundings. Akeno, fueled by her determination to improve, fights with unwavering resolve. Recognising Akeno's growth, Issei pushes her to her limits, encouraging her to explore the depths of her abilities.
The cacophony of magical clashes and energy bursts had not gone unnoticed. As the mighty echoes of Akeno and Issei's battle reverberated through the buildings, it piqued the curiosity of the fellow peers. Rias led the way, followed closely by Asia, Koneko, Xenovia, and Irina.
Rias, with her discerning eyes, swiftly assessed the situation. She recognised the intensity of the fight and the evident growth in both Akeno and Issei.
"Remarkable, Akeno. It appears you've been absorbing quite a bit from Issei," Rias exclaimed, her voice filled with pride.
Asia, her eyes widening in amazement, nodded vigorously in agreement. Koneko, typically composed, allowed a small, appreciative smile to grace her lips. Xenovia, the skilled swordswoman, crossed her arms, acknowledging the strength of the ongoing battle. Irina, the energetic Angel, cheered on her friend Akeno with a bright smile, her enthusiasm adding to the charged atmosphere of the training ground. At that moment, the camaraderie and mutual respect among the group were palpable, emphasising the bonds that held them together as a formidable team.
Akeno, catching a glimpse of her friend's arrival, felt a surge of determination. With newfound energy, she continued her onslaught, her attacks growing more focused and precise. Issei, too, noticed the arrival of their friends but remained focused on the battle at hand, continuing to challenge Akeno and help her improve.
Rias observed the battle with a thoughtful expression, her eyes tracing the growth of her peers. A sense of pride swelled within her as she witnessed the progress of her club members. Turning to the others, a spark of excitement lit up her eyes.
"Let us observe and glean knowledge. This skirmish is bound to impart invaluable lessons to us all," she remarked, her tone carrying the weight of seasoned wisdom and confidence.
Recognising the need to conclude the battle, Issei chose his moment meticulously. Akeno, attuned to Issei's intentions, braced herself for his final assault. With a sudden burst of speed and power, Issei closed the distance between them in an instant. The air crackled with anticipation as their confrontation reached its climax, and both warriors prepared for the decisive moment.
Akeno, however, met his charge with resilience. She summoned the last reserves of her strength, defending against Issei's onslaught with a combination of Holy and Demonic magic. The clash of their powers created a dazzling display of lights, illuminating the training ground in a brilliant spectacle.
Despite Akeno's valiant efforts, Issei's experience and skill prevailed. With a swift and calculated strike, he kicked her in the gut hard enough and made her fall from the air into the ground, causing her to lose. Akeno, although defeated, wore a satisfied smile. She had pushed herself to her limits and had learned valuable lessons from the intense battle.
Akeno's voice resonated with genuine gratitude, her eyes shimmering with sincerity as she addressed Issei.
"Thank you, Issei. I've gained valuable insights from our bout," she expressed, her tone filled with deep appreciation.
Issei nodded in acknowledgment, recognising her growth in their training session. Rias, Asia, Koneko, Xenovia, and Irina approached them, wearing expressions that blended admiration with encouragement.
"Both of you have done exceptionally well. It's evident that your training has truly paid off," praised Rias, her eyes reflecting pride in their progress.
Asia, the compassionate healer, stepped forward, her smile gentle and reassuring.
"Akeno, if you ever require healing, don't hesitate to reach out to me," she offered, her hands glowing with a warm, healing light.
Akeno shook her head, indicating that she was all right. Koneko, usually reserved, nodded in approval, acknowledging Akeno's growth. Xenovia, the skilled swordswoman, clapped Akeno on the back with a friendly grin, appreciating her determination.
Irina, the spirited Angel, chimed in with enthusiasm.
"Oh, Akeno, that was absolutely incredible! You stood your ground so admirably against Issei! I'm truly inspired by your strength and determination!" she exclaimed.
Akeno, though slightly downcast, responded playfully, a glint of amusement in her violet eyes.
"No, I didn't. Issei was probably just holding back," she teased, lightening the mood despite her disappointment.
Irina's expression softened with understanding, realising the weight of Akeno's disappointment. She placed a comforting hand on Akeno's shoulder.
"Cheer up, Akeno. Issei's strength is undeniable, but that doesn't diminish your own achievements. You showed incredible determination, standing your ground and giving it your all. You should take pride in your efforts," Irina said, her tone gentle and encouraging.
Looking up, Akeno met Irina's eyes. Her determination flickered back to life, fueled by her friend's supportive words. She nodded appreciatively, feeling bolstered by her comrades' belief in her abilities.
"You're absolutely correct, Irina. I will continue my training, striving endlessly to better myself. Someday, I will attain the strength equal to Issei's and demonstrate my true value," Akeno declared, her voice resonating with newfound purpose and determination.
Rias stepped forward, her presence commanding attention.
"Akeno, always remember that true strength isn't solely measured by raw power. It encompasses the determination to forge ahead, drawing wisdom from every setback, and emerging stronger with each trial. Your remarkable resilience in this regard has not gone unnoticed," Rias stated, her voice echoing with the wisdom of her own experiences.
Akeno nodded, absorbing Rias's wisdom. The encouragement from her friends and their belief in her abilities stirred a newfound fire within her. She straightened her posture, her resolve solidifying.
"Thank you, everyone. I won't yield. I shall persevere, dedicating myself to relentless training, aiming not just for my own growth but for the strength of us all," she declared, her voice as committed as her unwavering determination.
Silently observing the conversation, Issei's mind wandered back to a similar memory from two years ago, his expression thoughtful as he recalled the past.
In a commanding voice, Issei interrupted the discussion, his words cutting through the air with authority, "Listen up, all of you, except Akeno and Kiba. Get out. They still have training to complete, and the rest of you will only be a hindrance."
His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of his decision palpable. The group, including Rias, Asia, Koneko, Xenovia, and Irina, nodded in understanding. They recognised the importance of focused training and respected Issei's judgment.
Taking charge as the responsible leader, Rias echoed Issei's sentiments, her tone a mix of wisdom and support, "Issei is absolutely correct. Allowing Akeno and Kiba the uninterrupted time they need for their training is essential. We should respect their mentorship and encourage their progress."
Her words resonated with the group, emphasising the unity and mutual respect that bound them together in their shared goals. The others nodded in agreement, and, one by one, they made their way out of the training ground, leaving Akeno and Kiba to continue their dedicated training under Issei's guidance.
Issei stood tall, his voice commanding as he laid out his training regimen for the days ahead.
"Understand this: over the next few days, the training regimen remains constant. I'll match my intensity to yours initially, allowing you to acclimate gradually. Once I sense your progress, I'll elevate the challenge. My aim is to continually push you to adapt and enhance your skills. That's how we'll excel," he declared with unwavering determination.
Continuing his instructions, Issei added, "While I'm training one of you, the other will be recovering and working on new or already existing techniques. After the spar is over, you will both then switch roles. This will be a repeating process for the entire week until your exam."
Akeno and Kiba nodded in unison, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the training plan Issei had outlined. They recognised the crucial nature of their upcoming exam and the necessity to push their limits to succeed. Issei's meticulous training strategy filled them with resolve and purpose.
"We understand, Issei. We'll give our all in this training," Akeno affirmed, her voice steady and unwavering.
Kiba, mirroring her determination, asserted, "You can rely on us. We won't falter."
Issei nodded approvingly, acknowledging their unwavering commitment. With a final, determined glance, he divided his attention between Akeno and Kiba, ready to guide them through their intensive training.
Their training session resumed, the air crackling with energy as the training ground reverberated with the sounds of clashing powers, grunts of effort, and the unyielding determination of two young warriors. Under Issei's vigilant guidance, Akeno and Kiba embraced the challenges ahead, prepared to confront them head-on, united in their pursuit of excellence.
X
After hours of gruelling training, the clock struck 6 p.m., marking the end of Issei's time as their trainer. Kiba, his body aching, hobbled out of the training room, using his swords as makeshift crutches. In stark contrast, Akeno was carried bridal-style by Issei despite his reluctance and annoyance. Both trainees were utterly shattered, pushed to their limits by the intense training Issei had subjected them to.
Kiba, his voice strained, couldn't help but voice his disbelief, "You trained like this for two years straight?!"
Issei responded nonchalantly, "Yes."
Akeno, her eyes glinting mischievously, remarked, "I've never been pushed to my limits like this," a seductive smile playing on her lips as her masochistic tendencies came to light.
"It's not my fault; you never told me your safe word," Issei retorted, his tone bored.
Akeno, her voice dripping with seductive allure, purred, "Oh, Issei, you should understand that I don't believe in safe words or limits," provocatively licking her lips.
Issei, his voice laced with sarcasm, shot back, "And yet, I'm carrying you upstairs; so much for not having any limits."
"In situations like these, a bit of aftercare is quite essential," Akeno cooed sultrily, undeterred by Issei's remark.
In the aftermath of their intense battle, Issei conceded defeat in the verbal sparring match with Akeno, his eyes rolling in exasperation as he fell silent. Meanwhile, Kiba, visibly struggling to stay on his feet, found himself further tormented by the banter between Akeno and Issei, amplifying his pain.
Upon reaching the living room area, Akeno and Kiba were met by the rest of their group: Rias, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, and Irina. Concern and amusement danced in the air as their friends observed the state of their fellow club members. Rias, momentarily overcome by jealousy at the sight of Issei carrying Akeno, quickly regained her composure.
With characteristic grace, Rias stepped forward, her eyes filled with genuine worry. "Are you both okay? It looks like you've been through quite an ordeal," she inquired, her tone tinged with sincere concern.
Leaning heavily on his swords for support, Kiba managed a weak smile. "I'll survive, somehow," he replied, his voice strained from the effort.
Asia, the group's healer, approached with healing energy glowing in her hands. "Allow me, Kiba," she said softly, her voice gentle as she began tending to his wounds with her twilight healing.
Meanwhile, despite her exhaustion, Akeno continued her banter with Issei, her mischievous grin never fading. "Issei, there's no need to be so harsh on yourself. I'm well aware that carrying me is your little secret desire," she teased, her voice dripping with playful elegance.
Issei sighed, acknowledging the futility of arguing with her. "Sure, Akeno. Whatever makes you happy," he said, rolling his eyes.
Observing the scene, Xenovia, known for her straightforward nature, chimed in with amusement. "At least they're not collapsing from fatigue. I suppose their spirits are commendable," she remarked, her lips curving into a slight smile.
Irina, always energetic, clapped her hands together with enthusiasm. "You all are simply amazing! Training with such dedication and still finding time to share laughs! You inspire me deeply!" she exclaimed, her smile warm and genuine.
Koneko, the quiet observer, nodded in approval, recognising their unwavering determination.
Issei, despite the ongoing banter, gently placed Akeno on the couch, ignoring her protests. He then reached into his dimensional inventory and pulled out two items—a large grimoire resonating with lightning magic and a DVD case.
"Here, these are for you," he said, addressing both Akeno and Kiba.
He handed the Grimoire to Akeno, her eyes lighting up with delight. "Look through the book, pick the spells you like, and I'll help you develop them," he offered.
--
Lightning Spell Book For Beginners
Rarity: Rare
Classification: Grimoire
Stats: 10 Intelligence, 5 Luck
Ability: A Grimoire filled with a variety of lightning spells and magic. When used in conjunction, all Lightning magic effectiveness increases by 50%
--
"Thank you, Issei!" Akeno exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she eagerly delved into the magical tome.
Turning to Kiba, Issei handed him the DVD case. Kiba examined the title in confusion. "'Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works'?" he murmured, puzzled.
"I appreciate the gesture, but isn't this an anime?" Kiba asked, amusement colouring his confusion. "President Rias would surely appreciate this, given her enthusiasm for all things otaku."
Rias, embarrassed, retorted, "Kiba! How dare you address me in such a manner!" Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as laughter erupted from everyone in the room except Issei.
"Quiet," Issei commanded, silencing the room. "Kiba, I gave it to you because the main character in that anime has abilities similar to your sword birth; not exactly the same, but close enough. Watch it and get inspired," he said sternly.
Understanding dawned on Kiba, and he nodded appreciatively. "Ah, I see. Thank you, Issei. I'll watch it and see if I can gain some insights," he said, his confusion replaced by gratitude.
With the room now quiet, Issei focused his attention back on Akeno, who was deeply engrossed in the Grimoire. The room buzzed softly with anticipation as Akeno delved into the intricate world of lightning magic, her eyes shining with curiosity and determination.
Feeling a sudden urge to depart, Issei made his way toward the exit. With a swift motion, he opened a portal to his dimension, fully prepared to leave behind the current situation. Just as he was about to step through, a familiar voice echoed behind him, breaking his momentum.
"Issei, wait!" Asia's voice called out, her tone carrying a mix of concern and urgency.
Issei turned, his eyes meeting Asia's pleading gaze as she hurried toward him.
"Are you going to leave without eating dinner?" she asked, her voice filled with pleading sincerity, hoping to give him a reason to stay.
Issei hesitated for a moment, his expression growing colder before he replied curtly, "No." With that, he stepped into the portal, disappearing into his dimension, leaving behind a stunned and bewildered crowd.
In the wake of his abrupt departure, Asia's hopeful expression fell, replaced by disappointment and a sense of rejection. She had anticipated a shared meal and perhaps a meaningful conversation, but Issei's swift exit left her feeling dejected.
Rias, always perceptive, placed a comforting hand on Asia's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile despite the confusion in the air.
"Don't worry, Asia. Issei can be quite unpredictable. I'm sure he had his reasons," Rias said, her voice calm and understanding, trying to ease Asia's disappointment.
Although Asia nodded, her disappointment remained palpable. The others in the room exchanged uncertain glances, pondering the mysterious nature of their mentor and friend.
Meanwhile, Issei found himself in the solitude of his dimension, his mind occupied by the day's events. He knew he had left without providing much explanation. Still, his thoughts were consumed by battles far more intricate and demanding, leaving little room for immediate answers.
In his dimension's quiet confines, Issei began training, channelling his energy into refining his abilities and strategies. He would never admit it, but after Loki, he was constantly agitated by the idea of one of his past foes coming back, this time powered with the system; all he's done is train to become stronger to combat the upcoming forces.
The group continued their evening in the material world, their thoughts occasionally drifting to their enigmatic friend. They knew Issei had his reasons, but the mystery surrounding him only deepened.
Rias couldn't tear her eyes away from the ancient Grimoire that Issei had given Akeno. Upon close inspection, she realised the symbols and untranslated words adorning its pages were from a realm beyond their world, defying the history they knew. Issei had somehow translated the arcane text into English, a feat that baffled even Rias, a seasoned Devil.
"Where did Issei acquire this? How was he able to decipher it? I, as a Devil, find myself unable to comprehend any of this," Rias inquired of Akeno, her curiosity piqued as she sought answers.
Akeno, her eyes still alight with the excitement of exploration, turned to Rias, her expression pensive. "I'm not entirely sure, Rias. Issei has always possessed a certain uniqueness. Perhaps there's a depth to him that we've yet to uncover," she murmured, her voice carrying a mixture of intrigue and respect for Issei's mysterious abilities.
Rias nodded thoughtfully, her mind buzzing with questions. The revelation that Issei not only possessed this rare artifact but also had the knowledge to translate its contents left her astounded.
Meanwhile, Koneko, always astute, spoke up in her usual calm and composed manner. "It's possible that Issei hasn't revealed all his abilities and knowledge to us. We've only seen hints of his true power; there might be more to him than what meets the eye," Koneko suggested, her words cautious yet insightful.
Rias found herself intrigued by Koneko's perspective and nodded in agreement. The idea that Issei harboured undisclosed secrets intrigued and slightly worried her. What other capabilities did he possess? And, more importantly, why was he keeping certain aspects of his abilities hidden?
Akeno, captivated by Rias's observations, continued reading the pages. Her eyes widened as she recognised unfamiliar symbols and ancient text etched onto the parchment. It was a language that defied conventional translation, something entirely alien to their world.
"Indeed, Rias. This is truly extraordinary, unlike anything within my knowledge or the annals of history. It seems to defy the very fabric of our world," Akeno remarked, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and bewilderment.
Rias, always analytical, couldn't help but wonder about the origins of the Grimoire and how Issei had managed to decipher it. "Issei must possess sources and knowledge beyond our awareness. It's quite the mystery, but it also stands as a testament to his remarkable capabilities," Rias remarked, her tone infused with admiration and genuine curiosity.
The group huddled around the Grimoire, their intrigue deepening with every passing moment. Issei was no ordinary Devil; his skills, connections, and experiences far surpassed those of a typical supernatural being.
Asia, with her gentle nature, suggested, "Perhaps we could inquire with Issei when he comes back. I believe he might have some valuable insights to offer." Her voice carried hope and optimism, resonating with the group's sentiments.
Agreeing with Asia's suggestion, the group decided to put the Grimoire aside for the time being, awaiting Issei's return. The mystery surrounding its origins and the knowledge it contained only added to the enigma of their mentor.
As the evening wore on, their thoughts occasionally drifted back to the Grimoire, its secrets waiting to be unlocked, and the many questions they had for Issei when he returned. In the world of supernatural powers and mysteries, each discovery brought them closer to understanding the depths of their abilities and the enigma that was Issei Hyoudou.
While all this was taking place, deals were being made, plans were being prepared and forces were being rallied. All for a certain soon to be event which will change the supernatural world for ever.