Veneration

by Valorant

In a world where gods are calamities, its up to Campione to stand against the chaos. None of them of heroes though, each one acting according to their own desires. The newest of Kings is no different, yet he finds himself having to forego his cynicism and truly play the part of champion. AU Campione! (Discontinued)

8. Chapter 7

Disclaimer: The works of Campione(!) and any other used licensed series belong solely to their respective owners. No money will be accepted for this project, as it would be against doing this as a work of passion. Also potentially illegal.

Valorant here.

Hopefully no one thought this story was already dead. Not to worry, Veneration is still going strong. The longer pause between updates here was mostly due to quality issues I was having. I could have released this a week earlier, but as I mentioned before I have standards for quality. The minor writer's block I was experiencing didn't help either. But this chapter is finished. If I do decide to take a long break though, I will announce the hiatus, either in chapter or add it to the story summary.

Another issue I was running into was the time needed to perform proper research. Between Campione(!) canon, cultural notes, and linguistic research it takes a while to properly incorporate all that information into the story. Still I believe the difficulty is rewarded by writing a better story with such efforts. Though finding a reliable translation engine for Mandarin into a Romanized alphabet was a major pain. As far as I can tell there is no official translation like that, so I went with what seems to be the most widely used phonetic translation, Pinyin. The only language I'm fluent in is English so if my word choices in other languages or translation notes seem wrong, feel free to correct me. Otherwise expect more of these little bits of cultural nuance.

I wanted to touch touch on Jace's fight with Melqart. I'm glad so far it seems to have gone over well. Though, I still think it could have been better. Mostly that's just my thoughts after reading fight scenes written by more talented/experienced authors than me. I'm trying not to compare my current writings to heavily as I know this is my first project, so I have a lot of time and room to grow. But still if I'm writing this I want it to be as excellent as I can get it. Fortunately, I have learned since I wrote chapter six. I do believe future fight choreography and content will be superior to what I wrote earlier.

In case anyone was wondering, the bit where Jace had to be kissed by Erica to transfer knowledge to empower the [Golden Sword] is not my original concept. It's a continuous plot point in canon Campione(!) where Godou had to be kissed by the main female characters to activate his Authority; mostly for fanservice. Personally I find it somewhat humorous, in just how ridiculous it is as a concept. The world is in danger! Quickly, kiss this girl to level up and save the day! But hey, Campione(!) isn't the first nor the last to use that concept. It's just more amusing than tantalizing in my opinion. Anyways. Unlike canon Godou, the [Golden Sword] won't be Jace's trump card. It will definitely be a useful weapon, but not his game breaker.

As you'll see I started defining a timeline of events in the story. The dates are arbitrary except to help differentiate when something happens in the story. For those of you wondering if the timeline will mirror the real world, the answer is sort of. I'm not going to lean to heavily into world affairs past or present, as the story will mainly focus on the happenings around Jace and other characters. I also want to avoid going into real world politics too much. This is meant to be an entertaining piece of fiction, not a political blog. I can definitely say though, I will not be using real world people in any capacity. I don't want to use someone in the story without their permission. Also again, avoiding inserting my political opinions on matters.

SPOILERS:

This will be a bit of an odd chapter, considering the summary I put in here. I won't be doing that after every sub arc or major conflict. It just felt like a good touch of realism to add in the report, so we can see the reactions of important characters/groups to Jace's ascension. Primarily that's the other Campione, which is the quality issue I was having earlier. The report summary was easy, the other Campione were not. I wanted to capture some of their core aspects in this brief introduction, so I taking my time in how I presented them. I'd say I did a good job, while also adding in some Veneration flair. We'll see more of each Campione as the story goes on. Provided there's enough interest, I might even add side stories about them in the separate chronicle I mentioned before.

Any guesses for the mystery figures in this chapter? Hint; they aren't OCs.

Responding to GoldStar77: Yep. You pretty much hit the nail on the head regarding Jace and Godou's dynamic. Like I said I wanted to explore character dynamics heavily, so it only made sense to give Jace an opposing foil to his personality and behavior. Godou was just the perfect character for the job, so I saved me from having to sideline him. Why is that important? Well, like I said I appreciate the canon cast. For the most part I found them entertaining, or at least the concepts of them, so I didn't want to just get rid of them. Plus, using them gave me some direction to take the story in, that made it easier for me as a newbie writer. That said there will be definite OC tendencies in the established casts, Campione(!) or DxD. This is my interpretation of these characters and the path I want them to grow.

DxD Ophis while not impossible to insert into the story, is highly improbable. I know some stuff about Ophis from a wiki. Mainly she's one of the top three existences in DxD, some kind of representation of infinity as she is the Ouroboros dragon god. Beyond that, not much on her personality besides being cold-natured. I'm not comfortable writing about a character such as Ophis without a firmer grasp on her personality, otherwise I'd just be writing an OC essentially. Besides that, she wouldn't be DxD Ophis, she be the Heretic God equivalent of the Ouroboros. I'll go ahead and say it here for clarity, while Veneration is a fusion of Campione(!) and DxD, with other series added for flavor, its primarily Campione in nature. I won't be including DxD gods in their DxD forms, as they don't exist in the Veneration verse. I thought about adding them in, but ultimately decided against it. It would just be too difficult for me to handle with my current writing capabilities, turning into a mess. I might do a solo appearance of a DxD God such as Ophis going on a multiverse journey to find a power capable of defeating Great Red. But doing a whole pantheon such as the Greek gods? I can't imagine how to properly implement that without it contradicting the nature of Heretic Gods. Ophis would simply be an Outside Power, to the Veneration verse. But two different systems for gods? Seems too much like a contradiction waiting to happen.

So to sum up, certain characters within DxD are highly unlikely to make an appearance. For now regarding Ophis, there is no plan to include her. If there's enough interest in her making an appearance, I'll think about amending that stance. But I'll need a better grasp of her character first.

Regarding the harem. I understand the aversion to lolis other authors have. It's typically, and rightfully so, associated not with just petite woman, but very young girls. The likes of Athena aren't an issue because whatever her form, she's an ancient goddess, with a mature mind. That's fine. Or for example DxD Koneko. She's definitely a loli, but she's close in age to Issei and is of a reasonably mature mindset. So I don't see an issue with that either. But pairing a, say, twelve year old child with a twenty something year old adult is a solid no. I don't care about size that much, its more about the age and mental maturity of the characters that are important. I just felt the need to put this here, so no one gets the wrong idea about the pairings in this story.

As for will there be that character type in the harem? Well, that depends on what you consider a "smol girl". One of the guaranteed love interests might fit due to the sheer size difference between her and Jace, if that's your scale. But if by body type, one of two undecided possible love interests is a loli. It's a big if though. I still want to keep the harem small, so I'm not making any promises. We'll just have to see where the story goes.

Alright this author's note has gone on long enough. Valorant out.

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Veneration

Human Rising Arc

Chapter 7: The report; and reactions.

When word gets out, there's no telling who will lose their heads.

Report on the appearance of the Seventh Campione, distributed by the Copper-Black-Cross.

Information on the Seventh Campione has proven difficult to obtain and verify the accuracy of; aside that which has been provided by Great Knight of the Copper-Black-Cross Erica Blandelli.

The initial siting of Jace Armell was in the city of Caligiri of Sardinia. Knight Blandelli came across the newest King as he was taking possession of a grimoire from a non-practitioner. Said non-practitioner was a Japanese youth by the name of Godou Kusanagi. This will become relevant later. Knight Blandelli, unaware of the King's identity, attempted to collect the grimoire to prevent the divine container from falling into the wrong hands. The King challenged Knight Blandelli to take the object from him. Before she could respond the avatar of a Heretic God manifested and went on a rampage. Knight Blandelli, again unaware of Jace Armell's status as the Seventh Campione, attempted to stall the rampaging Authority by herself.

King Armell, for reasons known only to him at the time, chased after Knight Blandelli. During this chase, the Heretic God Verethragna appeared before Godou Kusanagi. Mr. Kusanagi was placed under the effect of an Authority, while God Verethragna took possession of the grimoire. For reasons known only to the god, he gave the grimoire back to Mr. Kusanagi, ordering him to gift it to King Armell and send a message. The god wished to fight the newest Campione. God Verethragna then proceeded to subsume his rogue avatar.

After the departure of the Heretic God, Jace Armell proposed that himself, Knight Blandelli, and Mr. Kusanagi hold a discussion. During the discussion it was determined that Jace Armell was utterly new to the supernatural world, having no knowledge of Heretic Gods, Campione, nor magic in general. After the meeting the trio set out to seek the aid of the earth witch Lucretia Zola in the upcoming battle against Verethragna.

The morning after making contact with Lucretia Zola, another Heretic God made it presence known; Heretic God Melqart. Melqart was making his way to fight Verethragna. The newest King opted to engage Verethragna and Melqart simultaneously. Knight Blandelli and Mr. Kusanagi decided to assist in this endeavor. It was midway into the battle between gods Verethragna and Melqart that Jace Armell and his party intervened.

Knight Blandelli bravely shielded King Armell, while he prepared the grimoire he'd obtained earlier. The grimoire [Tome of Prometheus] enabled King Armell to steal an Authority from Melqart, one of his divine club weapons. Why King Armell didn't immediately utilize his own Authority will be made clear later in the report. With the stolen Authority, King Armell struck a debilitating blow to Verethragna as the god was attempting to rush the Campione. Capitalizing on the situation, King Armell stole one of Verethragna's Authorities, the [Stallion] specifically. The Authority manifested as a solar attack, directly striking and killing God Verethragna.

This was not the end of Verethragna though. The god managed to revive himself, with another Authority very likely, and rapidly began healing.

God Melqart chose to attack Verethragna after his apparent resurrection. During this exchange, Verethragna managed to slip between Melqart's strikes and knock the other god down. King Armell wisely decided to attack during this moment, stealing Melqart's Authority over storms. The King unleashed a barrage of lighting, wounding, but not killing, both deities. Verethragna it is assumed switched to a new Authority, for the god rapidly began healing from the wounds inflicted by King Armell. Melqart attempted to rise and engage King Armell, but Verethragna temporarily immobilized the Divine King, with a punishing kick. Verethragna then charged King Armell.

Beyond comprehension, aside from the use of an Authority, Verethragna evaded multiple strikes of lightning. King Armell then unleashed a whirlwind, to halt the god's advance. Verethragna cut through the tornado with a golden sword. This would later be prove to be a divinity cutting sword.

By this point God Verethragna was too close to unleash another attack against via the stolen Authority. It should be noted that at this point in time the grimoire had also reached its maximal life; it dissolved leaving King Armell without the ability to take any more Authorities.

The following are from the words of King Armell himself, as Knight Blandelli and Mr. Kusanagi were, on order of King Armell himself, over two kilometers away from the battle. It is stated that Verethragna impaled King Armell through the chest. The wound was not an immediately lethal one, if lethal at all.

King Armell, instead of giving up, opted to unleash the Authority he gained from his initial god-slaying. Whilst speaking the incantation to unleash the Authority, Verethragna broke King Armell's neck. The Campione's immense vitality preserved his life long enough to finish the incantation. King Armell's Authority, whatever its true nature, unleashed a massive conflagration of fire. The Authority, later dubbed [Archaic Flame] by King Armell, was a killing strike against God Verethragna. Verethragna was either unable to revive after being killed again, or [Archaic Flame]'s properties stopped a resurrection. Either way Heretic God Verethragna had been slain.

As a result, King Armell usurped an Authority from God Verethragna. Or possibly several Authorities, as King Armell later displayed a multitude of abilities. Yes, King Armell survived the broken neck and self-immolation. It is believed the Authority usurped from Verethragna granted the power to revive after death, as King Armell was later found to be in hale condition, completely healed from his wounds. It is speculated that King Armell is immune to his own Authority, as he's stated to have unleashed it previously without ill effect.

Before Knight Blandelli and Mr. Kusanagi could work their way back to the unconscious Campione, God Melqart had recovered. Surprisingly, despite the prime opportunity to kill King Armell, Melqart did not do such a thing. Instead Melqart expressed a desire to battle King Armell one-on-one, apparently as retribution for stopping the Divine King from taking vengeance on Verethragna. It is unknown what the grievance was, but it is likely the gods responsible for the recent spate of disasters in Greece were Gods Verethragna and Melqart.

Melqart then left the field. But not before giving an ultimatum; if King Armell did not battle Melqart or lost, the Divine King would flood the lowlands of the Mediterranean region.

As such a thing as not happened it is obvious that King Armell emerged victorious. The battle and remaining events leading up to it are of interest though.

After retrieving King Armell, Knight Blandelli left the King in the care of Mr. Kusanagi while she made her initial report of the prior events. Upon returning discovered that while she was away several god-worshipers had broken into Lady Zola's villa and spirited away King Armell and Mr. Kusanagi. The cultists, worshipers of Verethragna, were under the mistaken impression that Knight Blandelli was the one who defeated Verethragna. Such a mistake quickly proved its disastrous results for the god-worshipers. Knight Blandelli immediately began searching for King Armell, hoping to find the Campione before he awoke and took umbrage with his situation. Knight Blandelli only found King Armell after he had already freed himself and killed two of the cultists.

It should be noted the method King Armell used was hand to hand combat, or more accurately a one-sided massacre of the idiotic cultists. The remaining cultist, according to Mr. Kusanagi, drew a revolver on the King and shot him in the head. As it has long been speculated on the durability of Campione, the bullet was not enough to penetrate King Armell's cranium. King Armell weathered the bullets fired by the cultist till his gun ran dry. King Armell then proceeded to pick up the grown man by the throat with one arm. Before he could kill the cultist Knight Blandelli located the King and Mr. Kusanagi. Knight Blandelli requested to spare the cultist so that the Vigilant of Sistine could interrogate the man, to see if more of his sect had infiltrated the region.

King Armell granted the request, upon the reasoning that the man was no threat to him and, interestingly enough, that he was repaying the favor Knight Blandelli had garnered by aiding him in fighting Verethragna.

One Baron Cappozi, a high-ranking member of the Vigilant of Sistine, afterward offered to house the King and assist in reaching Heretic God Melqart. King Armell recounted his encounter with a god in Africa during dinner. It should be noted that King Armell made a distinction between this Heretic God and the one that he slayed to become a Campione. It cannot be confirmed whether or not King Armell slayed this god, though King Armell has hinted that he gained no Authority from the encounter, so it is likely that the Heretic God, identified as Cernunnos, fled from battle. Of course this raises two points. First being there is currently a high probability a Heretic God is on the loose. Second, that King Armell has fought and emerged the victor over four Heretic Gods in the span of a week. A feat surpassing even that of the Wolf King of the Balkans, who obtained victory over three gods in a similar time frame, after a century as a Campione. In comparison Jace Armell has done so while massively inexperienced as a God-slayer.

It cannot be stressed enough how either dangerous or lucky the newest Campione is to accomplish such a feat.

Moving on.

Following the evening of recuperation and strategy meeting King Armell set out once again with Knight Blandelli, Mr. Kusanagi, and now Baron Cappozi. After several hours at sea following the instinctual pull all Campione feel toward Heretic Gods, Melqart was found on a deserted island. The god briefly spoke to the party, proclaiming a test of sorts for Jace Armell. Said test came in the form of Undead Servants and a dragon. Knight Blandelli held off the Undead Servants while King Armell engaged the dragon. Another one of King Armell's Authorities can be confirmed, as he summoned the [Boar] avatar of Verethragna to smite the dragon. The Divine Servitor did so with ease but was laid low by a tornado summoned by Melqart.

It should be noted that Melqart appeared in a giant form. King Armell gambled on Melqart's ego and managed to trick the Heretic God into shrinking down to a human size. Now more evenly matched King Armell engaged Melqart. The initial part of the battle saw Melqart holding the initiative, as King Armell lacked any weaponry while Melqart was wielding duel divine clubs. King Armell managed to get inside of Melqart's reach via… an absurdly dangerous tactic. Now able to strike King Armell pinned one Melqart's arms and began unloading several punches into the god's gut. To no effect. Melqart was hypothesized to possess an Authority of [Steel], in the form of a leather breastplate rendering him highly resistant to physical attacks.

To King Armell's credit, he mostly managed to dodge the counterattack, though was still clipped. This turned the tide of battle again in Melqart's favor. King Armell countered by activating a new Authority. This new Authority seemed to grant superhuman strength, beyond a Campione's own prodigious natural strength. How much strength is unknown, but it did impart enough to overwhelm Melqart. Stopping the mighty god's clubs cold, then sent the god flying from a kick. This of course did not impart much damage due to Melqart's Authority.

Melqart and King Armell then reengaged, leading to another aggressive offense by Melqart with King Armell defending. King Armell used another absurd tactic to create an opening. Namely, throwing a stone into Melqart's face. It worked. Allowing King Armell to send Melqart to the ground. The King then proceeded to choke out Melqart, though it appears this was not particularly effective. Melqart flipped King Armell over, then attempted to crush his head. King Armell caught the attack, then dropped Melqart to the ground once more. What followed would be unbelievable if not for the unreasonableness of Campione. King Armell not only kept up with Melqart, but out wrestled the god. This allowed King Armell to trap and dislocate Melqart's right arm. Following that King Armell… broke Melqart's spine.

God Melqart, it seems had decided to stop underestimating King Armell after this. Melqart switched to an Authority with command over storms. Melqart then brought down a rain shower, with healing properties. This fully restored the god to full health. Melqart then started attacking with lightning forcing King Armell to retreat toward Knight Blandelli. After blocking a bolt of divine power with Knight Blandelli's shield, King Armell activated another Authority. This Authority created a separate space overlapping the physical world. According to Knight Blandelli within this separate space a world of golden swords manifested. These swords appear to contain the ability to sever divinity, as King Armell used them to cut apart the storm Melqart was commanding. The attack also severely wounded the god. Enough to the point that Melqart submitted to defeat, insisting King Armell finish the god off. King Armell obliged, slaying Heretic God Melqart, and usurping an Authority as a reward.

Such concludes the events of the near disaster in Sardinia.

Regarding Jace Armell's personal history, information has been difficult to obtain. King Armell has claimed to be a seventeen-year-old Russian, and life-long resident of said country. Verifying these statements has proven uneasy, so far. After initial confirmation of Jace Armell's ascension was given to the Eyes of the Tsar, little information has been received in return regarding the King. Slightly more success has been garnered from official requests of information by the Italian government to the Russian Federation. Records of a Jace Armell, including birth, medical, and early education enrollment were all transmitted to the Copper-Black-Cross. It was after this that information on the King dried up.

There are two distinct possibilities for this. One, the Russian Federation and Eyes of the Tsar possess no more records of King Armell, and thus were unable to divulge more. Or, and this highly probable due to the secretive nature of both bodies, they are deliberately hiding information on King Armell. Considering the stance the Eyes of the Tsar have taken since the Soviet Union's inception, it is probable they advised the Russian Federation to withhold information on King Armell. Their intentions for doing so are likely to maintain an influence hold over the young King should he ever return to Russia.

Which brings the current location of the King into question. Jace Armell did not immediately return to Russia upon leaving Sardinia. At the invitation of Mr. Kusanagi, King Armell has taken up temporary residence with Mr. Kusanagi in Japan. Specifically, Tokyo. This move is indecipherable with current understanding of the Campione. Perhaps King Armell caught word of a Heretic God within Japan and set out to fight the deity. But the known reasoning on Mr. Kusanagi's part is that… King Armell seemed lonesome.

Regardless King Armell is now in Japan, as of the writing of this report. This of course brings alarm. While fortunately King Armell is no longer in Italy and likely to square off against King Salvatore, he is now within arm's distance, of King Hao. It has been documented King Hao considers the realm of Japan within her purview. If she takes offense to King Armell's intrusion, the two will inevitably clash. Hopefully the two Kings don't come to blows, but as a precaution, the Copper-Black-Cross has already informed the History Compilation Committee of King Armell's arrival.

The following advice is predicated on the experience of Knight Blandelli's interactions with Jace Armell. First the King does not enjoy social interactions. While wholly capable of them, King Armell prefers space and quiet. In combination with the King's short temper, interactions beyond those that are necessary should be kept to a minimum.

Second. If the King must be approached, keep the meeting to the point. While some Campione prefer laudation or submission King Armell has shown little interest in ego stroking. The King seems to have a code of honor, of sorts though. If King Armell feels indebted, he will go out of his way to pay the debt back. Do not be foolish enough to try and entrap the Seventh Campione with this. King Armell has proven to be a sharp and distrustful individual. Any attempt to use guile to entrap the King will fail.

Third. If calling upon King Armell to fight Heretic Gods, do so in an open area with as little human population as possible. Preferably this would be the normal operating procedure for all Campione, it is especially important for King Armell. If the King decides to use [Archaic Flame] it will destroy a large area, easily several kilometers in diameter; if not more. The flames according to King Armell are capable of disintegrating human bone.

That concludes the known information on King Armell as of this report.

By Paladin of the Copper-Black-Cross, Paolo Blandelli, signed March 21st, 2024.

() Japan, Tokyo, March 26th, 2024

The mood was grim. The air within the temple, while nominally solemn, was not so due to veneration or reflection, but concern of the highest magnitude.

Within the enclosed inner shrine sat roughly nine individuals. These were the heads of Japan's ruling magical body and several important lesser ranking members. It wasn't wrong to say they wielded unimaginable influence on the country, both magical and mundane. When they held a meeting such as this it was only for matters of the gravest import.

Such as when a Campione decides to visit.

"Are we certain this report is accurate?" Spoke one of the men, the head of the Renjou clan, one of the four ruling houses of the HCC.

No one wanted it to be true.

A wizened old man, the head of the Sayanomiya clan, spoke next. As the most specialized in information gathering and other areas of espionage, it had fallen to their order of ninjas to verify the report.

"Regarding the accuracy of the Ousama's adventure in Italy? Unknown. Only the Ousama, the Italian knight, and the boy know for sure. Regarding the fact a God-slayer is currently residing in Japan, within this very city? We've monitored and verified that Armell-sama is indeed living alongside Kusanagi-dono. Our agents have so far avoided contact while maintaining observations. Though Armell-sama seems aware of the observation, as he made direct eye contact with one of the agents and, I quote, 'Smiled like a predator aware of its prey'. It seems safe to say the Ousama is well versed in observing his surroundings." Sayanomiya finished.

The Kuhoutsuka head spoke next, the man looking perturbed. "Did Armell-sama confront the agent?"

Sayanomiya shook his head in the negative. "Thankfully no. Armell-sama seemed content to simply make it clear he was aware of the observation. Truth be told it's the agent's fault, he strayed far closer than he was supposed to, hoping to gain more valuable information. I've had him removed and disciplined for breaking orders. Though now of course Armell-sama is aware of our observations. We'll have to adjust our methods to maintain minimal interference."

"Have you managed to ascertain any more on Armell-sama's disposition or background? I would prefer to have more to work with than hearsay." The Sesshuin head, the sole female head, inquired.

Sayanomiya frowned before answering. "Nowhere near what would be preferable. Armell-sama's past is well shrouded, no doubt a product of the Eyes of the Tsar. We learned no more than what the Italians have provided thus far. Though we have observed a good deal of his interactions with the locals and Kusanagi family."

The Sesshuin head grimaced, she had her own reports about the Seventh Campione's experiences with the Toyko locals and authorities. "Has the Ousama run into more trouble with the local police? I already sent word to stop detaining Armell-sama for frivolous reasons." Sesshuin had received reports of the local police detaining Jace Armell for appearing to be a suspicious individual.

"Fortunately, not much. Beyond the initial altercations there has been only one more incident. It is surprising though considering the Ousama's alleged temperament that he chose to talk his way out of an arrest then resist with force." The Sayanomiya head coughed weakly before continuing.

"The incident in question revolved around a young woman being harassed by a drunken salary man. It was during an excursion into Tokyo that Armell-sama and Kusanagi-dono came across the scene. Kusanagi-dono intervened when he saw the woman in trouble. The drunkard took offense to this and attempted to physically intimidate Kusanagi-dono, the young man refused to back down though. Before things could escalate further, Armell-sama separated the two and knocked the drunkard out. It should be noted that the Ousama did so with a more than necessary degree of violence. Surprisingly when detained by police Armell-sama chose to talk his way out of the situation rather than resist with force.

Kuhoutsuka rubbed his chin. He had thought, considering Jace Armell's alleged temperament, that he would have resorted to violence to get away from the police. "Has the Ousama done anything else to stand out? Considering his behavior, I find it improbable he hasn't caused more conflict.

Too, everyone's surprise Sayanomiya chuckled. "If you consider winning a ridiculous eating challenge standing out then yes." He coughed again, before continuing "I think it would be better for one of my agents to fill in the details regarding this. Amakasu."

One of men not seated stepped forward. Dressed in a cheap suit he looked nothing more than your average Japanese salaryman. But he was one of the History Compilation Committee's best field agents. Or in other words, a superb ninja.

"Armell-sama is frequently accompanied by Kusanagi-dono, sometimes with Kusanagi-dono's grandfather and younger sister, during excursions outside of the Kusangai household. These have occurred with minimal trouble. Observations so far have yielded some interesting information. Armell-sama seems to rely on Kusanagi-dono during outside trips to guide him around the city. Which is to be expected as Armell-sama is unfamiliar with Tokyo, but his calm demeanor around large crowds and other cramped spaces indicate that he is familiar with large cities. It is suspected that Armell-sama has lived within a major population center previously." Amakasou opened the folder in his hand and pulled out a document.

The ninja looked over the document then proceeded to continue. "During one of these excursions Armell-sama took a visit to the Keiba racecourse here in Tokyo with Kusanagi-dono and Kusanagi-dono's grandfather Ichiro. What prompted the visit is likely Ichiro Kusanagi's gambling habit, he likely took the two teenagers there to enjoy what he believed to for a 'fun' excursion. Armell-sama displayed interest in the race and inquired about the possibility of putting down a bet. As this was a law-abiding institution, they refused to accept his bet as he is considered a minor by the country's law. Instead of giving up, Armell-sama asked Kusanagi-san to place a bet on his behalf. Kusanagi-san accepted, even when Armell-sama stated he wanted to place a bet equal to 50,000 U.S. dollars."

"That is quite a large sum of money. Though considering the risk of losing money compared to that of fighting a god, it isn't so strange." Renjou spoke sagely.

"Hai. And it seems Armell-sama's luck in God-slaying transmutes to his success in gambling. He not only matched the first-place winner but also predicted the last place horse as well. The amount totaled out to over thirty million yen. He split the amount with Ichiro-san. It was later overheard he simply needed yen as he had none of the currency; but that it was fun."

"I'm not sure whether the Seventh is practical or an avid gambler. Either way it seems Armell-sama will have no issue with money for the immediate future. Is there anything else of note?" Sesshuin looked down, eyes focused on the picture of the young man who was the object of their discussion. One thing for sure about Campione was that they were not unassuming individuals. Jace Armell was no exception. The intensity of his gaze seemed to bore into you, even from a picture.

Amakasou drew out another page from his folder. He adjusted his glasses, as if making sure of what he was reading, even though he wrote it out. "One more detail of significance. Ichiro-san has attempted to enroll Armell-sama into Jounan High School. Second year."

Everyone blinked.

"The grandfather is trying to enroll the Ousama in school?" Kuhoutuska asked for clarification.

Amakasou nodded in the affirmative. "Hai. The exact conversation was unheard as it occurred within the Kusanagi household and after the prior incident, we've refrained from directly interfering with the domicile. But Ichiro-san has filed the paperwork, and after a particular incident we believe Armell-sama is doing so at Kusanagi-dono's request.

This caused everyone present to grimace in consternation. It had been one thing when Jace Armell had been merely visiting Japan. For him to participate in Japan's school system meant one thing. He intended to stay in Japan for a long time. Which meant the possibility of a permanently established God-Slayer in Japan. A foreign one at that.

This changed everything.

"What is everyone's opinion on this?" Sesshuin asked the other heads.

"We have never had a resident God-slayer in all our recorded history. If the challenges other magical societies are to be used in comparison, we have an unpredictable anomaly on our hands." Sayanomiya.

Kuhoutuska being the head of the mystical side of the HCC, with everything ranging from sealing of dangerous objects to keeping secret the very existence of magic. As such his concern was that Jace Armell would upset the delicate balance that had kept Japan safe for centuries. "The Ousama's presence is likely to attract Heretic Gods, if he doesn't actively seek to bring them here to fight."

Renjou had a slightly more positive opinion. The Renjou clan was the head of politics within the HCC. Not to say they were the leaders, but that they held more influence in the mundane political structure of Japan, as well as ensured the smooth operations of an organization as expansive as the History Compilation Committee. "Kuhoutuska-san may be right. But I can testify that the rumors of a Campione living in Japan have extensively curtailed the operations of the eldritch species. A number of the more invasive intruders have packed up operations as they don't wish to draw Armell-sama's ire. This has also impacted the Yokai in Kyoto, as they fear Armell-sama may seek them out."

What the Sesshuin head struck at the heart of discussion. "It is not a question that Armell-sama willinfluence matters mundane and mystical within our country. He will, for the simple matter of fact he exists. The question is what shall we do about it?" The sixty something woman may have appeared as nothing more than an aging grandmother. The reality was far different. The Sesshuin clan was the backbone of the HCC, providing the bulk of their warriors and enforcers. As the head of the Sesshuin clan the elder had once been a talented warrior who regularly fought deadly battles against all manner of enemies. That was before she hung up her sword to lead in a conference room instead of a battlefield. Still, the decisive temperament that had served her well as a warrior had not left her despite her years of sitting behind a desk.

"I propose we send a delegation to formally begin relations with Armell-sama." Therefore, it was perfectly natural for her to suggest a forward move.

The reactions were varied.

The elderly Sayanomiya head was unsure of the proposal. "I think we need more time to observe the Ousama. We know so little that it's impossible to gauge how to best make contact. That doesn't even begin to underline the risk of offending a possibly volatile Campione such as Armell-sama."

Renjou was for it. "I agree with Sesshuin. The longer we wait the more awkward it will be to establish first contact. The sooner we act the less a chance Armell-sama will be offended by a perceived slight of ignoring him."

Kuhoutuska looked aggrieved but did not directly oppose the suggestion. "I would prefer it if the Ousama would simply leave and let our country be in peace. But Renjou is right, the longer we wait the more damage it could cause, both in terms of relationships and a Campione's natural tendency to cause upheaval.

It should be noted that the HCC was not a democracy. Things were done in accordance with tradition and a long-standing hierarchy. If one of the council members wished to bypass the others on an issue, they could do so. At the risk of alienating the others houses, which would upset the balance that was paramount to the foundation of the HCC. As such the most important of matters were decided on as a group; hence the council. Therefore, the three heads combined vote put enough pressure on Sayanomiya to withdraw his objection. He could have opted to remain outside of the proceedings, but as a result would have been unable to exert influence on how the matter was conducted.

"How should we begin to parley with the Ousama? Considering the report, it would be best to keep the contact small and avoid excessive fanfare." Sayanomiya voiced the natural caution of his character.

"Perhaps it would be most effective to utilize Kusanagi-dono as an intermediary. If we approached him first it could smooth the way to forming positive relations with Armell-sama. Considering Kusanagi-dono's relationship with Armell-sama it would behoove us to get him on our side." Renjou ever the diplomat was already thinking of the best way to gain favor with the other party.

Kuhoutuska was pensive, carefully thinking over his response before speaking. "If Kusanagi-dono was an affiliate of our organization I would agree. But the boy is just an average teenager for all intents and purposes, his influence on Armell-sama aside. We would have to induct him into our ranks first before we had any sway over him. That would take time. And what if the Ousama's apparent protective tendencies of the boy keep him from us? We risk angering a Campione if we choose this method."

Sesshuin nodded her head at Kuhoutuska's words. She agreed it wasn't the best course of action. "Going through Kusanagi-dono leaves too many uncertainties. I suggest we send an ambassador from our own ranks. Any proposals for who?"

"I suggest Amakasu Touma here. He is our best agent in the field." Sayanomiya suggested.

Amakasu's eye's bulged when he heard his name called. The man was a salary man in spirit, not an ambassador.

"Wait a moment, please. I don't think I'd be a good match for Armell-sama, perhaps a young lady to better match the Ousama's age and temperament." Amakasu cried.

The outburst didn't go without notice. The ninja wilted under the gazes of his superiors. The hierarchical nature of the History Compilation Committee did not leave much room for dissent from subordinates toward superiors. A byproduct of their home country's culture.

Renjou though brought some relief to the ninja when he spoke following the outburst. "Amakasu-san isn't wrong. Considering the Ousama's young age and apparent disposition, a peer in terms of age might be a better fit. The candidate would also need to be able to appease Armell-sama at the very least, if not gain his favor."

"Considering the criteria, I suggest my granddaughter, Ena." Sesshuin spoke. All heads turned toward the Sesshuin elder. "Her personality makes her extremely likable to young men, it doesn't hurt either that she is physically attractive. This should make her more appealing to Armell-sama from a peer standpoint. If that isn't enough her combat training should provide a bonding point for the two, as the Ousama seems to enjoy battle.

The other elders pondered on the suggestion.

"Sesshuin-san while all that might be true, her wild nature might end up infuriating the Ousama. It would likely be better to send someone more reserved as a liaison."

"Perhaps, but Ena is still one of the few members we have of Armell-sama's age group that possesses qualities that might be appealing to him.

Surprisingly enough it was Kutoutuska who provided an answer. "How about Mariya Yuri."

That suggestion garnered everyone's attention.

Mariya Yuri was one of the hime-miko under the authority of the HCC. Her family heritage came as a branch family of the Kuhoutuska. Furthermore, despite her young age she was one of the most innately talented. Her Spirit Vision, already a rare ability, was at a level that surpassed her elders. It would be safe to say that she was one of the top ten hime-miko within the country. Not that her demeanor would ever suggest it.

"Mariya-san's personality is altogether a pleasant one, she should run no risk of offending the Ousama. She is a well-disciplined and extremely genteel young lady. Furthermore, she is enrolled in Jounan High School as a second year herself. This would present an opportunity for contact and a sustained relationship." Kuhoutuska offered.

Sayanomiya looked askance, his graying eyes fogging over as he remembered something. "That may not be wise. Remember the young miko's previous encounter with a Campione. She may well be traumatized by the experience. It would be cruel to force her to do so."

Renjou spoke next, slowly speaking to ensure no misunderstanding. "That is a distinct possibility Sayanomiya-san. But at the same time, she is the only individual with any real experience in interacting with a Campione in all of Japan. Her insight may prove invaluable in cementing positive relations with Armell-sama. Between that, her innate talents, and being a fine young lady, she is likely the best candidate for the assignment."

Sesshuin was split on the matter. Preferably she would send her own granddaughter as a more willing agent. But Ena was as Renjou had proclaimed a wild one. Her reliance on her instincts rather than common sense meant she would often buck societal norms on a whim. The risk of alienating Jace Armell was real while so little was uncertain of his motivations and thought process.

The gathered heads of the HCC over the course of the next several hours discussed their options regarding the Campione. Debating the best course of action for their nation that its ordinary citizens were completely unaware of.

() Kuoh, Japan, March 23rd, 2024

A tense argument was occurring within the room of the Occult Research Club of Kuoh Academy.

"Absolutely not! I refuse!" Shouted an angered feminine voice.

"Rias be reasonable. You cannot remain in Japan while he is there." In contrast to the emotional tone of the female, a calm male voice emanated from a floating sphere of light.

Rias, the owner of the female voice, stood defiant in front of the orb of light. Her deep red hair fell in cascades down her back. Her beautiful features reminded one of European nobility, while her height was a few centimeters to tall even for women of that stock. Her arms crossed defiantly beneath her breasts, matching the scathing scowl on her face. She shouted back at the orb of light. "So, what if a Demon-King is in Japan. I have nothing to do with that. I'm minding my own business in Kuoh, while he's in Tokyo. Why is it my problem?!"

The male voice responded the same as before calmly, as if trying to defuse the situation by sheer chillness. "Because your safety is at risk so long as he's there. It was one thing for the Zen Archdemon to be in China. She rarely makes excursions outside of her mountain anymore. But in Japan itself is far too close. If he takes umbrage—"

Rias cut off the male voice saying "It won't matter. I'm a big girl Sirzehcs, I can look after myself. I don't need you and father—"

Now the male voice for the first time grew emotional. It completely overtook Rias, as Sirzechs wanted to make it clear just how precarious Rias' position was. "Rias. I cannot protect you." While it wasn't angry, the steel like tone of Sirzechs was far more silencing. "You've never fought one of the Demon-King's before, their existence is on a whole different level compared to us. If the Seventh King takes offense to your claim to the territory, he will remove you and there is nothing I nor father can do to stop him. Even if I came with the full support of the other Satan's we'd be fortunate to just turn him back."

Rias blanched. She'd never heard Sirzechs speak so harshly to her, or anyone for that matter. She'd was beginning to understand she might just have brushed off the situation a little too prematurely.

"Brother?" Rias tentatively called out.

A sigh emanated from the orb, as Sirzechs deflated slightly. "Rias, I understand your desire for independence. Normally I'd approve. But this time it's different. More than just your freedom is at stake. Your life and the lives of your peerage are in the balance."

Rias flinched at the mention of her peerage. She'd gotten so worked up, she nearly forgot about her precious peerage. "Sirzechs, I understand it may be dangerous. But the Demon-King has shown no interest in us devils right? So long as I don't go out of my way to provoke him it should be fine right?"

Sirzechs sighed even more. Just how stubborn was his little sister going to be?

"Rias must you remain in Japan? At the very least, come home till the Seventh King leaves the country. You can always return after he leaves."

Rias carefully thought over her response. She didn't want to burden her brother, yet she couldn't just roll over to his demand. She had fought tooth and nail to just get this much independence. She couldn't lose it now.

"Brother what about Sona? She's still here in Kuoh correct? Why hasn't she gone home yet?"

Sirzehcs on the other side of the orb grimaced, not that Rias could see. "Serafall has already contacted her sister. The two have worked out an arrangement. Sona will be allowed to continue her activities in Kuoh, provided she agrees to a heavier guard. Which is why I…"

Rias was curious now. Was her brother actually…

"Took her advice and arranged with father for a house guard to be established in Kuoh. In exchange for agreeing to this you may stay in Japan."

Rias wanted to fist pump but restrained herself. A guard was still unnecessary in her opinion, but it was better than being forced back home. "A few guards are okay I suppose. How many are you suggesting?"

The response sent her stuttering. "Forty at a minimum."

"Forty?!" Rias couldn't believe it.

"Yes Rias, forty guards. Enough to ensure a constant rotational watch over you and your peerage. Or would you prefer to come back home after all." The way Sirzechs said the last part brooked no argument. Rias knew if she didn't agree her family would drag her back kicking and screaming, they were so overprotective.

Finally, Rias agreed. "Fine. Forty is well enough, just don't order them to surround me twenty-four-seven."

Sirzechs smirked, unseen to his sister. She never failed to find levity in any situation. It was one of the reasons he adored her. "Good. The guards will be deployed in two days' time. And don't worry they won't stand out. You won't know they're even there."

"Good, I remember the time you assigned guards to watch over me the one time I got lost in the woods back home. Honestly, I was fine, yet you and father still set guards over me for a month straight."

Sirzechs chuckled remembering the occasion. Once he'd stopped, he addressed Rias one final time. "Remember Rias, you're not to confront the Seventh King no matter what he does. I'll call again in a week with an update. I love you little sister."

Rias sighed this time at the familial love. Her brother never gave up a chance to express his over-the-top affectionate tendencies. "I'll wait for your call brother. Now please go do some actual work for once."

() An undisclosed location in China, March 22nd, 2024

"Sir. We have word, the Seventh King not only was found, but he is currently in Japan." A tall young man in a well put together suit, approached. He held out a file containing the report on the Seventh Campione.

Another young man, in his early twenties, snapped his head up from another report. He silently took the proffered folder. The young man, dressed in traditional Chinese hanfu garb, read over the file intently. He did so twice to make sure he had read the contents correctly. When he finished, he took the folder and touched it to his head uttering, "Praise be" in mandarin.

"Sir?" The young man in a suit asked, unsure of what his leader was doing.

The young leader smiled faintly before responding. "Simply appreciating our good fortunate Arthur. A new King has arisen, and he has smote four Heretic Gods to prove his ascendancy. You should offer thanks as well. For humanity has gained a new champion."

The now named Arthur blinked, before nodding in understanding. "Praise be." Arthur echoed in response to his leader. Arthur pushed up his glasses, continuing. "What is our move sir? Shall we make contact with the Seventh King?"

The young leader shook his head in the negative. "No Arthur. Not yet. It's too soon, our mission must remain in the shadows for now. The History Compilation Committee will certainly make overtures to the King if the Italians haven't already. We can't afford interference yet. Not when we're so close. No. But we can provide aid from the sidelines. Even keep that accursed Divine Ancestor from interfering with the great Kings." Venom leaked into the young leader's tone when he mentioned the Divine Ancestor.

"Shall we send someone to observe the Seventh?" Arthur asked.

The young leader put hand to his chin in contemplation. "Yes. I know just who to send. She'll even enjoy the assignment. Afterall she is constantly going on about the lack of strong men for her to pick from." The young leader smirked, as if amused.

Arthur frowned, as if displeased. "The Black Nekoshou. Are you certain she can be trusted? Her loyalty has always been untenable if you ask me." Arthur stated with some sternness. It was not in his nature to back talk his superior, but in this case, he felt the need to say something.

Instead of becoming angered by the minor insubordination, the young leader sagely nodded. "I understand your concern Arthur, the Black Nekoshou is a crafty one. Her primary concern is herself, first and foremost. But we don't need her loyalty. She'll watch over the great King because it aligns with her desires. That's all we need to rely on. In return she'll fulfill her mission without jeopardizing our organization."

The young leader's words sufficed to convince Arthur. The well-dressed young man didn't doubt his leader's logic. Following the man had yet to steer them wrong.

"I understand, sir. Shall I have Jeanne send the cat on her way? Those two are the closest, perhaps the cat will actually listen to her." Arthur spoke logically.

The young leader smirked, amusement coloring his tone. "Ah, no loss of love between you is there, Arthur?"

Arthur grimaced but did not become angered at the teasing. "My dislike of the cat has only to do with her attempts to teach Le Fey her infernal and indecent habits. Aside from that I find her fair company so long as her… desires... are under control. Which is unfortunately not too often."

The young leader merely chuckled, as his subordinate was not wrong. Once his laughter had subsided the young leader gave his command. "Have Jeanne send the Black Nekoshou onward to watch over the great King. I want reports once a month in the usual manner. Once you finish that, Seigfried was looking for you. I suggest you find him soon, otherwise there's no telling when he'll force you into a duel."

Arthur grinned faintly, remembering the antics of his comrade in arms. He didn't mind though. Seigfried's presence and constant requests for duels kept Arthur sharp and on his toes. The noble-born young man leveled his arm parallel to his chest, fist closed and turned down. With that salute he turned on his heel. The young leader watched the fading back of his compatriot. When Arthur's silhouette was lost in the shadows of a hallway, the young man returned his focus to the folder in his hand.

The young man stared intently at the picture of Jace Armell. He gently traced the contours of the Campione's face. The look in the man's eyes though was anything but gentle. It was an unnerving stare, that spoke of a mind consumed.

"Grow strong great King. Grow strong enough to shake the heavens."

The whisper quite tone was heard by no one, but if it had been.

"And bring righteous retribution on all the gods."

They would have heard an unfathomable depth of madness.

() Royal Arsenal Headquarters, England, March 22nd, 2024

Alexander Gascoigne sighed heavily. The report only confirmed what he knew. Another overpowered barbarian was running amok in the world. The Fourth Campione was filled with the mounting unease that came every time another God-slayer was 'born'. While the word hate would be too strong a word to describe his feelings on the matter, dislike was a perfectly fine expression. He disliked the inevitability that another one of the barbarians would cause trouble for him in the future. He disliked the fact that they would undoubtedly interfere in his business.

He distinctly remembered the humiliating experience he'd suffered at the hands of the Chinese barbarian. At least she had the good grace to leave him alone after her infernal test.

No doubt the newest and seemingly youngest of the God-slayers would want to test his mettle against his far more experienced senior. Alec grumbled to himself, before catching himself in the act. He was letting this affect him far too much. While this Jace Armell would cause him trouble, it wasn't necessarily beyond his power to mitigate the trouble.

Alec had dealt with the other God-slayers before. He'd been caught flat-footed by them before. But that need not be the case this time. He just needed to formulate a stratagem if the need to deal with the Seventh ever arose. For that he would need information. He couldn't afford to observe the Seventh himself; the cost in time would be far too massive. Not to mention that it would be counterintuitive to be near the Seventh before a plan was in hand.

If Alec remembered correctly, he did have contacts in the far east. The Fourth Campione dialed up the number for his lieutenant, Iceman. "It's me. Draw up a list of all our agents and contacts in Southeast Asia. Once you figure out who the most competent is in observation and information gathering, send them to Japan. I want a dossier compiled on the Seventh. Everything from his abilities to his habits." Alec ended the call. Leaning back in his seat the Britian decided he'd spent enough time on worrying over potential conflict with another God-slayer. Now it was time for research.

The Fourth Campione rose up from his custom leather chair. He walked toward the door in the back of his office. Uttering an incantation Alec pushed open the door as runes illuminated the dark wood. Stepping inside Alec was greeted with his personal laboratory. Alec breathed in deeply, letting the aroma of herbs, ink, and magical reactants wash over him. Alec picked up a journal from a meticulously organized cabinet. Now where was he?

Ah, yes. "Holy Grail Research. Section 4: Hypothesized Location: Subsection Guinevere"

() Qinghai Province China, March 23rd, 2024

Lu Yinghua hated serving Lou Hao.

The monster in the disguise of a woman was unbearable. Her titanic pride made it impossible to please her. Everything not done by her hands was subpar. She would insult someone's work if she found it lacking, even if they had done their very best. If it didn't live up to her standards, she had no qualms berating someone.

Of course, if someone were to attempt the same on her Majesty, they would be in for a world of hurt. Lou Hao did not take kindly to others judging her. The young Chinese teen had learned long ago to simply take his master's criticisms and punishments and not complain. Life was simply much easier if he did so. Plus, he was unlikely to receive more near-death training as a result if he didn't protest much.

Yeah. Lu Yinghua hated serving Lou Hao.

The question of course was why he would serve a master he despised, especially in the modern age. Simply put, one did not say no to a Campione.

Especially one who might very well be the strongest of the God-slaying Kings. Not if one enjoyed living.

At the very least it had made him strong.

Today Yinghua found himself with the (un)enviable task of informing his master that another one of her kindred had been located. Few were granted the right to speak directly to the Second Campione, so it fell to her sole disciple to inform her of matters of import. Yinghua walked through the doorway separating the sanctuary from the inner courtyard. It was but one of many such courtyards within the grounds of the Holy Cult of the Five Mountains. But this one was special because it was reserved for the Second Campione's personal use.

The disciple found himself watching a scene he'd become all too familiar with.

Lou Hao was seated cross legged. Nothing special about that. Except the Second Campione was floating in the air.

It was a mediation technique taken to a level few martial masters of the mystical arts could achieve. It wasn't pure magic, such as levitation or flight magic. Instead, the Second Campione was manipulating the raw life force of her body to create a channel of power. Then she was manipulating the channel, bending it to her whims. Normally this method, sometimes called senjutsu in Japan, was used to create a variety of affects. It could be used to bolster one's body, increasing strength and durability. Or even be transmuted into more arcane elements such as mystical fire. In this case it was being used to create an anti-gravity field, allowing the Second Campione to levitate.

Of course, the limit as with all things performed by a human was a largely mundane body. Most humans had no aptitude for magic or Ki, or in other words minimal talent and capacity. Even Lu Yinghua would find levitating for extended periods of time difficult, and he was considered a prodigy. Such was just the natural order of things.

Luo Hao on the other hand had been meditating for a whole day. The Campione's extreme vitality enabled her to perform a feat that could be considered only a step or two away from a miracle. Such was the difference between a mundane human and a mystical Campione.

Yinghua kneeled about two meters away from his master. It was the appropriate distance, giving Lao Hao the proper personal space, while not being too far away as to insinuate a desire to stay away from the Ruler of the Martial Realms. Head bowed, the disciple waited to be acknowledged, knowing better than to interrupt his master during her meditation. Luo Hao never opened her eyes, yet she was all to aware of Yinghua's presence. The same Senjutsu that allowed her to levitate also provided her with the ability to scan her surroundings for other life forces.

Voice regal and even the Second Campione spoke. "What does my young disciple bring before this Luo Hao?"

Still bowing, Yinghua spoke obediently, relaying the information he had brought. "Master Hao, I bring word of the new God-slayer. It is as you said, he ascended the throne in the west."

Luo Hao nodded regally, "As expected. Now is there anything of import or is that all?" The Second Campione dismissed the news of another Campione's ascension as if it didn't matter. For the rest of the magical world it was an event on par with a catastrophe or a miracle. But for Luo Hao it was an interesting but not world altering event. Other Campione had risen after her, and none had managed to draw out the full breath of her skill. Only that old wolf had put her on her proverbial toes. And their last meeting had been a century ago.

Too the Luo Hao of today, she thought that as a warrior she had surpassed all the rest of the Campione by such a distance, that none could dare hope to defeat her.

"The Seventh King has reportedly defeated four gods in the week of his coronation." Yinghua spoke without preamble. He wasn't one to draw out conversation with his master, he preferred their interactions brief and to the point.

What he saw was a rare sight and a treat for Lu Yinghua.

Luo Hao's eyes shot open, revealing striking green irises. Instead of arrogance, contempt, or indifference, the Second Campione's eyes were filled with disbelief. It was only the second time the disciple had seen his master caught off guard. He nearly grinned at the sight, but reigned in the emotion before it could get him in trouble.

Luo Hao's shock didn't last long though, as she quickly schooled her features. "Are you certain this information is accurate? Many have claimed such feats as too earn acclaim beyond their ken." Luo Hao asked still with disbelief, but instead of confusion it was more orientated with skepticism.

"I cannot say for certain master. It is certain the Seventh King defeated one God to ascend the throne. For the second deity only the Seventh's word is the known testament. But for the latter two witnesses were able to confirm the battle against the gods. An Italian Great Knight, Erica Blandelli and a citizen of Japan, one Kusanagi Godou were at the Seventh's side as he did battle. And the earth witch Lucretia Zola confirmed the disappearance of two gods from Sardinia."

The names of the teens at Jace Armell's side meant nothing to Lao Hao. But the name Lucretia Zola was well known even in Asia. If such a wise figure was backing the claim, then Luo Hao found if far more palpable.

Luo Hao laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Few things could move her so but his was something that she found immensely amusing. Too Yinghua's displeasure even he had to admit the sound of his master's laughter was beautiful. "That old wolf will be most displeased when he learns an upstart has broken his record." The Second Campione said once her laughter had quieted down.

Yinghau didn't comment, he knew that he was to remain quiet till Luo Hao finished speaking.

Luo Hao ended the channel of Ki keeping her in midair. She landed with the grace that would be the envy of a cat. She stretched the non-existent kinks out of her lean but muscular frame. If Yinghua didn't know better, he might have thought of Luo Hao as the most beautiful woman in the world. The second eldest Campione, easily over two hundred years old, looked no older than nineteen. If not for the immense hatred in his heart for his master, Yinghua might very well have developed a crush on the Campione from first sight. But no, even the transcendent Chinese Beauty of Luo Hao couldn't bridge the yawning chasm of resentment in Lu Yinghau's heart.

Luo Hao faced Yinghua directly. "What is the name of this newest Wáng and where is he basing himself?" The question was the one Yinghua had been preparing for since he stepped into the courtyard.

"They call him Jace Armell. It is said he hails from the land of the most eastern Europeans: Russia. But he has yet to return to his homeland."

"Oh, has something caught the youngest Wáng's eye? Perhaps he heard of the three other European Wáng and has decided to do battle with them. His appetite for battle must be tremendous." Lo Hao confidently stated.

Yinghua wisely did not directly contradict his master's mindset. Instead, he simply presented her with information she had not heard so as to let her correct her own false assumptions. "For one of the Wáng to fight so many Shénmīng back to back you must be right Master. Though it might be better to say he has traveled elsewhere in search of an opponent."

Luo Hao raised one delicate looking eyebrow, motioning for Yinghua to continue.

"Wáng Armell has taken up residence in Dōngjīng, Japan."

A look of displeasure crossed Luo Hao's face. Japan was a territory underneath her protection. For another Campione to claim the land was akin to an offense toward Lao Hao. Yet it was not China proper, so it wasn't a major insult. The question then was it necessary for her to chastise the youngest King.

"Mhhm. Has the young Wáng sent word seeking permission for his use of Waku?" If the newest King was asking permission though, then it was forgivable. Proper etiquette demanded benevolence if Jace acknowledged his inferior position to the Ruler of the Martial Realm.

Lu Yinghua dashed the thought. "Our sect has received no such request master. Perhaps his majesty is merely making sure his letter conveys proper sincerity for his slight."

Luo Hao considered the possibility. Even she took the proper amount of time to ensure that she addressed such important matters in the proper fashion.

"Very well. I shall grant him time to compose his regards." Luo Hao magnanimously announced.

Lu Yinghua wanted to sigh in relief. If his master was being gracious, for herself, then she wasn't likely to be even stricter than normal due to a foul mood.

"Now, I believe it's time for your training. You seemed to have grown slothful this past month my disciple. This will not do. We shall start with a spar to warm up, then send you on a month-long journey through the mountains."

Lu Yinghua translated the statement. Get beat up by his master, then while still recovering, go on a dangerous hike through monster infested hills and valleys. Lu Yinghua really hated Luo Hao.

() Unknown village, Unknown date

"Sister, sister!" Childish voices called out to an approaching figure.

A group of young children ran up to the approaching woman. The youngsters smiling, surrounded the woman. They tugged at her cloak, her hands, each one asking the woman to play with them. The young woman, somewhere in her late teens, smiled down at the children her delight obvious.

Her voice was smooth as silk, carrying the sound of youth, and bearing a slight English accent.

"Have you all been good? Aisha will only play with good boys and girls."

The children all eagerly stated that they had been good. One of the boys though looked serious, he motioned for Aisha to bend down so he could speak to her. Aisha complied, smoothing her white dress down as she kneeled. The boy began conspiratorially whispering, even though everyone else could hear exactly what he was saying. "Sister Aisha, Aureliun is lying! He stole berries from Celia's basket the other day."

The boy, apparently Aurelius, turned red. Aisha looked aghast, turning to the boy she asked, "Aureliun is this true?"

Aureliun looked down at the ground. Kicking the ground, the boy mumbled a few words. This prompted Aisha to ask again.

The boy looked up, his face full of childish indignation. "Yeah, but it's not like Celia could eat them all herself. They'd just go to waste otherwise. Wasting food is no good right sister Aisha?"

Aisha's beautiful tan feature began to frown in sadness. "Aureliun, you should always ask before taking someone else's things. Even if they have more than enough. Stealing is wrong."

The motherly tone of Aisha caused the boy to lose his indignation. Looking apologetic, the boy promised he wouldn't do it again.

Aisha's features lit up, she brought the boy in for a hug, surprising him. "As long as you understand it's okay." Releasing the boy Aisha stood up, asking the children what they wanted to do today.

"Tell us about your siblings Sister Aisha!" Two of the children said together.

Aisha put a delicate finger too her chin. "Mhhm. My siblings. Oh! I almost forgot; I have a new sibling! That makes six."

"Ooh, what are they like! The newest one, are they a boy or a girl?"

Aisha looked thoughtful tilting her head to the side. "I have no idea; I haven't met them yet."

The children all looked confused. "What do you mean? How do you know you have a new sibling if you haven't meant them yet?" One of the children asked.

"It's a secret." Aisha winked cutely.

All the children groaned in protest. They demanded Aisha show them her 'tricks' instead.

A benevolent smile graced Aisha's face. "Of course. How about this."

An aura of power began glowing around Aisha. It was an aura every God-slayer exhibited when they actively began using one of their Authorities. Mages of a certain caliber also displayed a similar field, but only to a moderate degree. It was nothing compared to the breath stealing weight of a Campione's aura.

"I who descended the world above to meet my fate below, call upon the abyss." Aisha's spoke the Words of Power, manifesting her Authority.

Snow fell.

In the summer heat, snow fell. Against all odds the cold flakes of frozen water fell. The children marveled at the wonder. It was only in a limited area of roughly thirty meters surrounding Aisha, but the snow fell. This was Aisha's Authority taken from a Mother Earth Goddess. The ability to sow as well as reap life. Specifically, this function of the Authority allowed her to control the temperature of the surrounding area. Freezing the water into ice, regardless of the regional climate or seasonal weather.

The children's shrieks of delight were matched by the shrieks of surprise from their parents. They knew Lady Aisha had come to visit. The Third Campione looked on as the children played to their hearts' content. Completely oblivious to the damage, albeit minor, she had caused to the local crops.

() Central Hungary, March, 23rd 2024

Swing. Retreat. Block.

The butler bowed low. He had no desire to unleash the bloodlust of his master. The Duke was not one fond of interruptions. But he had a duty to inform his master all the same. The butler waited till the Duke was finished.

Jab. Uppercut. Combo.

The figure unleashing a steady rain of blows on a punching bag, stepped back from the bag after unleashing a finishing blow. The man, admired the way the bag swung back and forth heavily, seeing the way a human would sway, after receiving a similar treatment.

The man wiped the sweat dripping from his brow, the only acknowledgement of the tiring session he'd been going through. Over four hours of practice on the bag. Considering the fact the man looked like he was in his early sixties, the feat was by all measures phenomenal. To the apparently elderly man it was just Wednesday practice.

The Duke looked over his shoulder acknowledging the presence of the butler. Sharp emerald eyes nearly slitted, bore into the butler. "What is it?" The voice was mature, sharp, and above all wolfish.

The butler bowed even lower his head nearly touching the floor. "Duke, the coming of the new Király has been confirmed by the Italians."

A grunt escaped the old Duke's mouth. "So, the new whelp has been found. Perhaps they shall prove an interesting fellow." The Duke began unraveling the bandages enveloping his hands. Truthfully, they were unnecessary, his own fortitude more than enough to shield against injury. But something about the feel of the wrappings just felt right.

"Where has the whelp based themselves?" The Duke continued to look over lightly swaying punching bag, noting the final rhythm of an opponent on their last legs.

"Japan, my lord."

The Duke's head tilted slightly to the side. "So, an Asian then."

The butler spoke deliberately to avoid sounding as if he was contradicting his master. "No, Lord Voban. The Király claims to be a Russian. He has gone to Japan on an apparent whim."

"Strange. Perhaps the whelp has found worthy prey in the far east. No doubt he is chasing a foe to wet his newly earned teeth." Duke Voban proclaimed with certainty.

"My lord." The butler said hesitantly.

"What is it?" The Duke slowly stretched out the non-existent kinks in his back.

"You ordered any news of worthy feats of the others Király to be transmitted. The newest one has…" The butler trailed off hesitantly.

The Duke barked the order "Out with it."

The butler breathed deeply. "The new Király has been proclaimed to have defeated four gods within the week of his coronation." The middle-aged man spoke rapidly.

Silence.

The very light within the gymnasium seemed to have ebbed.

"What now?" The Duke spoke dangerously low.

The butler's complexion rapidly whitened. This was the moment he'd been fearing.

A cold chill ran down the butler's spine. He could feel the Undead at his back.

The butler spoke more slowly. "My lord, the newest Király has reportedly defeated four Heretic Gods within the span of a week. Witnesses including the great witch Lucretia Zola have confirmed this."

Silence.

A sharp, wolfish sound permeated the air.

The Duke was laughing.

"Oh. I see. Too think so much fun was at hand this time, and I missed it all." The Duke abruptly sobered. "Breaking my record so soon after his rise. This fellow is definitely an interesting one." The First Campione smiled wolfishly, a savage gleam in his eye. The oldest God-slayer imagining the type of man who could exceed his record of slaughtering three Heretic Gods in a week.

Once his ruminations were done, he turned toward the butler. "Now tell me what of the news on the wandering White Ghost?"

() Los Angeles California, United States of America, March 23rd, 2024

News of the Seventh Campione had reached the four corners of the world. Even going as far as to cross the vast oceans separating Europe from the Americas. The 'birth' of any Campione caused ripples throughout the world. Campione were in essence part blessing, part disaster. This was no different for the various sects of American magic associations.

Campione were a double-edged sword. They brought down Heretic Gods, who were sentient natural disasters, protecting mankind. This was evidenced by the threat Melqart had posed to the Mediterranean. But they were at the same time tyrants. Often compelling tribute from the countries, they inhabited, or causing destruction themselves in their fights with Heretic Gods. Dealing with a Campione, even a benevolent one, was a matter of serious weight. This was no different for the Fifth Campione, the Masked King; otherwise known as John Pluto Smith.

A near elderly man, dressed formally, hung up a land-line phone. Turning from the phone, the gentle man looked to his companion. He was about to say something, when he saw her.

A disappointed sigh escaped his lips. His companion was lying face-down over the bar table. Again.

"What is the matter, Miss Annie?" The gentleman asked his companion, noting her gentle crying.

A hiccup escaped the woman before she answered. "It's that bastard!" A burst of anger from the otherwise gloomy woman, before another hiccup escaped her.

The gentleman frowned at the course language. "Language, Annie." He chided. In a more understanding tone, the gentleman asked, "Which man is it this time?"

"Hic- it's Richard." She called out with some heat.

"Ah, Mr. Basson" Recognition lit up in the gentleman's eyes. "Pray tell what Mr. Basson has done to upset you so?"

Annie mumbled a few words into the table. The gentleman couldn't hear so he asked again.

Finally, Annie looked up. Her tear-stained face and reddened eyes were a stark contrast to her otherwise beautiful European features. "He has a girlfriend!"

Silence.

The gentleman sighed. "Miss Annie, Mr. Basson is entitled date who he wishes. As far as I can remember, you two never engaged in romantic correspondence, let alone a formal relationship as paramours. You have no reason to be upset with Mr. Basson."

The teary-eyed Annie looked like she'd been struck. "But Professor Dennis! He was so cool taking on those sorcerers! And we even fought side by side to rescue the hostages!" The woman protested.

The professor tapped the side of his head, telling Annie to think. "No, John Pluto Smith fought alongside Mr. Basson to defeat the Fallen of Enoch. Mr. Basson doesn't know Annie Charlton and Lord Smith are the same person. You mustn't mix the details of your exploits as Lord Smith with your personal life." The professor gently chided Annie. The same woman who was also the Fifth Campione.

Annie, instead of arguing further, just clasped her head with her hands, rumpling her flame-colored hair. "Argghh!" She wailed, before slumping down face first onto the bar table. The Fifth Campione was a hopeless romantic. Annie kept falling heads over heels with men who were already taken, or waited too long to discuss her feelings and lost them. It didn't help she hadn't gotten laid in who knows how long. Casual sex just wasn't her style.

"More tequila, anejo." Annie groaned out.

A disapproving expression crossed the professor's face. He then did the unthinkable. "I think not. You are clearly in an emotionally distressed state, more alcohol will only do more harm than good. Campione constitution regardless." He denied a Campione.

Annie looked up to glare. The professor calmly stared back. Annie huffed and went back to face planting onto the bar table.

Seeing that Annie no longer wanted to discuss her love life, the professor instead engaged in a different topic. "Miss Annie, the call earlier was confirmation by the Librarians of the Mount. The newest Campione, Lord Armell, is indeed in Japan. For how long they couldn't say, details on the Seventh are almost as scarce as Lady Aisha. But it is confirmed that he is originally from Russia. And that the Italians are adamant he did the unbelievable and saved the Mediterranean by driving off or slaying four Heretic Gods within a week."

Annie stopped her whining. When she looked up, her expression was a far cry from her previous demeanor. It was one of steel, befitting a sovereign. "I see. Interesting. Just maybe one of the others also cares about the wellbeing of others instead of being a tyrant. Then again considering the report, maybe not. Maybe he's a wolf in human skin like the First. Either way, so long as he stays out of the U.S. what he does is his business." A thoughtful expression crossed Annie's face. "Still, knowing more about the Seventh wouldn't hurt. Call the Librarians later, tell them to get into contact with the Russian mages. If they say have the backing of Smith, that should get some results."

Professor Dennis smiled slightly. For all Annie's antics, when she got serious, she was someone worth watching.

() Rome, Italy, March 23rd, 2024

The airport was abuzz. Flights were finally being released after the sudden onslaught of storms that had been centered on Sardinia. Most were frantically trying to get on a flight to their intended destination. One man was doing otherwise.

The handsome blond Italian looking man, somewhere in his early twenties, was attempting to get a flight turned around. The blond Italian was leaning over a concierge desk, smiling amiably at the flight coordinator. "I understand it's sudden, but could you have them turn that flight around?"

The concierge blinked; the professional practiced smile frozen on her face. Often, she'd have fliers demand a flight be sped up or slowed down to accommodate them. But having a plane halfway around the world return was a new one. "S-Sir, the plane is already in the air. No, by now it would be over China." The concierge stammered in surprise.

The smile on the blond Italian's face didn't drop an inch at the news. "Oh, that's fine. Just have them turn around and head back to this airport." The impossibility of the request only increased after hearing the plane's location. It was as if the blond Italian couldn't comprehend what he was asking.

The concierge frowned. The man was utterly serious. She had thought at first that maybe the man was with the government, and perhaps a criminal was onboard the plane. But if that was the case, then he could contact the Japanese government to detain and send the criminal back. Not turn around a plane thousands of kilometers away.

"Sir, why do you need the plane to return?" She figured she might as well get the reasoning.

"Oh. To fight a certain man on the plane, of course." The blond Italian seriously replied.

The concierge blinked harder this time. "Huh?" Was her composed reply.

Taking her confusion as an invitation to elaborate, the blond Italian began speaking of ridiculous things. "I heard about what he did in Sardinia. Did you know he beat the old man's record! I rushed back to meet the guy once I heard. I mean, who would pass up the opportunity to fight someone who can beat four gods back-to-back?!" The blond Italian's enthusiasm only increased the more he talked. "Of course I arrived just a little too late, so I missed him. So, that's why I need you to turn the plane around."

The man was deranged thought the concierge. She needed to call security and a hospital. The man was clearly mentally ill and suffering some kind of drug induced episode. She was about to make the call when a voice masculine voice over came the din of the background noise.

"THERE YOU ARE!"

The concierge and blond Italian looked backward to see a man power-walking toward them. The man was positively fuming, cursing up a storm as he approached.

The blond Italian turned, smiling still, and addressed the man once he was closer. "Oh, Andrea there you are. I thought I lost you back in the city."

The now named Andrea, furor only increased as he heard the other man's words. "Don't you give me that tripe, you moron! Lost me my ass. You ditched me by jumping off a bus!" Andrea spoke harshly to the blond Italian. The blond Italian for his part only smiled guiltily at Andrea's words. This caused Andrea to put a hand to his brow, sighing as if in long suffering.

"Doni. Let me be clear. Normal people don't' jump off moving vehicles. They don't' ditch their friend who is the one with the map. And they don't' go around speaking non-sense to strangers." Andrea barked at Doni.

Doni shrugged, saying, "It was faster this way. Though it didn't do much good, we still didn't make it."

Andrea slumped in relief. Not at Doni's logic, but at the mention that they were too late. "Thank goodness."

The concierge by now was sufficiently weirded out. "Uhhm. Sirs?"

Andrea straightened up, realizing they had an audience. He pushed past Doni, walking up to the counter. His expression was severely apologetic. "I apologize madam. My companion is not well in the head. It's my fault for losing track of him that he caused you so much trouble. Please pay no mind to what he's said."

Oh. The concierge understood now. She honestly felt a little bad for both men now. Poor Doni clearly did not understand that his behavior caused others trouble. Though she wondered why his caretaker was allowing him to roam the city in the first place.

The following chat between the concierge and Andrea was sufficient that the concierge decided against calling security. Andrea relieved that they weren't about to be detained, quickly took Doni by the arm, pulling the other man away from the counter.

Doni protested. "But Andrea, how am I supposed to fight Jace now?"

Andrea shook his head. "Idiot. They weren't going to turn around a plane that's nearly at its destination."

"But I'm a-" Doni began speaking, only to be cut off by Andrea.

"Don't say it aloud. Remember no speaking of such things amongst the uninitiated."

Doni Salvatore frowned. "That's still a stupid rule."

Andrea sighed, knowing the fruitlessness of attempting to explain the need to conceal the world of magic from the wider human population. That was the thing about Campione, they didn't operate on common sense. Or really any rules besides the one they made for themselves.

Doni Salvatore, also known as the Sixth Campione continued to pout. Just as they were exiting the airport terminal, a thought occurred to Doni.

"Andrea doesn't Jace still have a friend in Italy?" The King of Swords called out.

Andrea slowed in his tracks but did not stop. "I don't know about a friend, but Erica Blandelli did help the Seventh. Last I heard she was in Florence."

A cunning gleam ignited in the King of Swords eyes. Doni Salvatore was often called an idiot by the people who met him. In some ways they were right. But the Sixth Campione was not stupid. He could be quite cunning when he set his mind to something. In this case Doni was machinating on a way to lure Jace Armell back to Italy. The elusive Seventh Campione could leave Japan before Doni could get there so, going to Jace Armell wasn't an option. No. Doni needed Jace Armell to come to him. If Doni remembered correctly, the Seventh was one to pay back debts. Well, helping to slay a god must incur a great debt.

Oh, that would work. A devious smile lit up Doni's features. He knew just how to get the Seventh to come to him.

()

Language Highlight

Japanese (Romaji)

Dono: an honorific used to denote respect for an individual, but not referring to a superior. Such as a Knight being called Sir, or for a talented and capable individual such as a doctor.

Ousama: King

Chinese (Pinyin form)

Wáng: King(s)

Shénmīng: Deities/gods

Dōngjīng: Tokyo

Waku: Old Chinese word for Japan.

Hungarian

Király: King