It has been four weeks since my last update, and I have to admit that I've become somewhat lazy. The reality is that work has been overwhelming: I would come home just to sleep and get up the next day to face another exhausting day. I spent the weekends exclusively resting. That's why my absence has been so prolonged.
But here I am, resuming this epic story that I enjoy so much, but let's not waste more time with this introduction. Now, let's move on to the comments section, as promised.
Danish78: Thank you for your comments, dear friend. Now, let's move on to the following issues.
It turns out that Issei is the protagonist of High School DxD, so he is an essential part of the plot. In a crossover, it's crucial to show the perspectives of both protagonists, even though Trunks isn't the main protagonist, he plays a leading role in my story.
As for Vali, I understand he might not seem very relevant at first glance, but he's an important character. It would be ideal if you at least watched the anime to better understand the role he plays and how he handles his defeats.
Regarding Xenovia, I'm wondering if it might be excessive for Trunks to knock her out. My intention in keeping it that way was to highlight certain aspects, and believe me, Xenovia will do anything to be impregnant by Trunks, which you'll see as the story progresses.
Finally, concerning Ophis, why do you think she hasn't resorted to total annihilation? if she annihilates Mai, she would earn the eternal hatred of her platinum-haired love, which could be a significant motivation not to take such a drastic measure, although she certainly has the desire
Second review:
Yep, Odin has the same attitude as Master Roshi. The author of DxD has expressed his liking for Dragon Ball, and his character is a tribute to Master Roshi, so the father of all is quite depraved XD. For now, I will focus on the Norse and Biblical factions, as two important events are approaching that I won't spoil for you. But later, I will include more factions. Serafall has a reason for acting this way, which you will see later on.
Insane Wombat: they would literally shit themselves if they saw zeno-sama your comment is more than correct, I would only change the allegory, it's more like a puppy barking at a tyrannosaurus rex.
Some1call4MR-E: Thanks for the detailed information. It's interesting to see how animation studios can have such different approaches and how these changes can lead to legal conflicts. The situation with T.N.K and Passione really shows how complex it can be to adapt a work. As for Golden Week, if I remember correctly, it was used to show scenes where the characters were enjoying their vacation. But if you have any more details or corrections, I'd be happy to hear them. thanks again for sharing!
whyisusernamehard : It's an interesting perspective, but it's quite depressing. It's not a path I want to follow.
Alright, now that the Q session is over, let's get started with the chapter.
Chapter 13: New Challenges
In the prestigious hospital of the underworld, Dr. Abbader was trying to relax with a cup of herbal tea, hoping to calm his mood a bit. Although the tea didn't fully serve its purpose, it at least managed to calm him to some extent. Trunks, sitting in one of the chairs in front of him, looked nervous and slightly scared, while Mai, beside him, maintained a surprisingly calm demeanor.
"Let me see if I got this right," said the doctor, rubbing his temples. "While in recovery, you had the brilliant idea of drinking alcoholic beverages, and not just any drink, but one capable of causing alcohol poisoning even to gods. Is that what you did?"
Trunks, his face completely flushed with embarrassment, nodded slowly.
Dr. Abbader had learned that the leader of the Norse faction had visited the human world, appearing at the house of a human family that turned out to be the family of the current Sekiryuutei. Odin had disguised himself as an old farmer from the remote mountains of Iceland, who was searching for his lost grandson and brought with him a traditional drink from that country, which he offered to Trunks.
The Saiyan, in a gesture of courtesy, accepted the drink offered by the old god and, finding it extremely delicious, consumed it eagerly, as if he had been wandering in a desert without water for several days.
Needless to say, this had consequences.
Trunks had to be rushed to the hospital immediately, as he suffered severe dizziness due to the high alcohol content of the mead. Not even his accelerated and extraordinary Saiyan metabolism could counteract the effects of the potent drink. That night, Dr. Abbader didn't sleep.
For his part, the Red Satan decided to erase Issei's parents' memories to control the situation, so they would forget that embarrassing moment and prevent the matter from becoming more harmful. It goes without saying that Grayfia's reprimand was monumental, calling him irresponsible and very kindly applying a jiu-jitsu lock in retaliation for that mistake.
"I really didn't know about the drink," Trunks responded in an embarrassed tone. "In my world, there is no such thing as mead, so I had no idea it was alcoholic, and I certainly didn't know the effects it could have on me."
Dr. Abbader sighed in frustration, remembering the vast differences between Trunks's world and his own. The future warrior had come from a very different environment, and these differences seemed to complicate the situation even further.
"I'm not sure if it's prudent to punish you or at least give you a reprimand," the doctor murmured, adjusting his glasses and setting the reports aside on his desk. "On the other hand, I can accept your explanation that you come from another world and therefore didn't really know about it. Still, you shouldn't consume everything offered to you without knowing what it is."
Trunks lowered his gaze, feeling the weight of the doctor's words. Mai, who had been silently observing, gave her friend a small pat on the back, trying to offer some support.
"Returning to the tests, we can say that we've managed to eliminate the high levels of alcohol from your system. This means you're now more stable," said the doctor with a tone of relief, still looking at Trunks with disapproval. "You might experience extreme fatigue and dehydration due to the huge amount of mead you consumed, but the good news is that you're no longer at risk."
"That means that—" Mai said with an expectant gesture before lowering her gaze in embarrassment and then speaking excitedly, "please don't think that we believe your care is inefficient, it's just that…"
"You don't need to clarify it," the doctor interrupted. "Given the nature of both your diagnoses, it's advisable that you go. Asgardian medicine is superior on several levels to ours, especially if we want you to recover fully. What kind of doctor would I be if I prevented you from visiting a hospital that offers better conditions to help you recover completely?"
Trunks explained to Dr. Abbader that Odin was surprisingly knowledgeable about his and Mai's condition. According to the old man, Mai might face aftereffects due to their violent arrival, and although Trunks seemed to be in acceptable condition, he was still injured. His arm had a fracture, and the affected tissues could worsen if left untreated for too long.
Odin had proposed visiting his faction, promising an advanced environment and treatment that would ensure a full recovery. Trunks had pondered this proposal and, before making a final decision, planned to discuss it with Dr. Abbader. He wanted to ensure that any decision he made was well-founded so as not to compromise Mai's health before downing another glass of mead, and then another, and then another.
The memory of how he had drunk the golden liquid without moderation while chatting pleasantly with the old deity, while considering the proposal the night before, made him laugh bitterly.
Both young people showed smiles of relief and gratitude towards Dr. Abbader. The doctor's maturity provided them with reassurance, understanding that their situation was not a sign of ingratitude on their part. This gave them confidence and helped them make a decision.
"Thank you for your understanding, Abbader-sama," Mai said, bowing her head slightly in respect, a gesture that Trunks also mimicked.
However, Dr. Abbader's expression suggested that perhaps not everything was resolved yet.
"While I admire your decision, I have my reservations about that proposal," the doctor said with a tone of annoyance. "I think it's a good idea for you to be in a tranquil environment like the Norse lands. It might serve as psychological therapy."
Once again, the doctor sighed and massaged his temples, trying to organize his thoughts.
"I also have my doubts, to be honest," Trunks admitted, recalling the experience of the previous night, though with a calmer tone. "It's a rather risky proposal, but I've heard that Odin-sama is a wise person, although it's hard for me to believe."
"Don't doubt that," Dr. Abbader responded, trying to calm the situation. "He may not take things seriously and be a depraved individual, but Odin-sama has led his faction to greatness."
Trunks gave a relieved smile; his fears had been somewhat alleviated by the doctor's understanding and useful advice. Mai, however, still felt uncomfortable. Since her rejuvenation by the Dragon Balls, her life had been a constant struggle, marked by war and conflict against Black, who claimed to be a justice-bearing god. Meeting more gods was not in her plans, and this world full of them felt overwhelming. Despite this, she was determined to do her best to help her friend recover from his condition, facing her own reservations.
Moreover, there was the matter of the night when she was visited by that being; she couldn't stop dwelling on it.
Still, surprisingly, Mai felt no aversion towards Dr. Abbader. Although the doctor was a supernatural being with power that could be considered comparable to that of a god and an almost divine status among his kind, he had shown genuine dedication and care towards her and Trunks. His understanding attitude and efforts to ensure their well-being contrasted with the divine figures she had faced in her own world, giving her a sense of peace and appreciation for his work.
"We'll try to follow your recommendations," Mai said, acknowledging the doctor's concern.
"It's good to hear that," Abbader replied with a satisfied tone. "And changing the subject... When will you depart?"
Mai pondered her response for a few seconds before turning her gaze to Trunks.
"Did Odin-sama give you a time limit?" Mai asked, staring intently at the future warrior.
Looking slightly surprised at the question, Trunks nodded slightly.
"Actually, he said we could leave whenever we wanted," he explained. "And he also said there was no time limit, so I think the most prudent thing is not to delay too long."
Dr. Abbader nodded, understanding the situation.
"Then, if you have the freedom to choose your timing, it's better to take the opportunity immediately," he said, sitting back down and placing the book on the shelf. "The sooner you get to Asgard, the sooner you will fully recover."
Dr. Abbader, observing the decision made by the young people, got up from his chair and walked to a shelf, where he began to search among the documents.
"Here you go," he said finally, handing Trunks a small object wrapped in cloth. "This is for you to take with you. It's a protective amulet. It's nothing compared to what you can find in Asgard, but it might help you stay a bit safer during your journey."
Trunks took the amulet carefully, noticing that it was adorned with runic symbols that seemed to emit a gentle energy.
"Thank you, doctor," Trunks said, acknowledging the gesture with a smile. "We will appreciate it a lot."
Mai nodded in agreement, also thanking the doctor for his support and concern.
"It was a pleasure to help you," Abbader responded. "Remember, if you need anything else at any time, don't hesitate to contact us. We will be keeping an eye on your progress."
The doctor approached the door, preparing to say goodbye, when Trunks and Mai stood up to leave.
"It's decided," said Trunks, turning to Mai with a determined expression. "Odin-sama said that if we accepted, we just needed to call to the heavens and exclaim that we accept, and then Heimdall would open the portal to his faction, but he warned that we should do it in a spacious place."
"If that's the case, I think it's best to go to the gardens," the doctor replied, earning a look from del formulario
Upon leaving the hospital, Trunks looked around, evaluating the surroundings of the forest, which seemed calmer and more suitable for their departure. Dr. Abbader and Mai nodded in agreement with the future warrior's decision. Trunks turned to the doctor and Mai, with a serious but grateful expression.
"This spot seems perfect," said Trunks, pointing to a spot in the center of the forest. "Before we leave, I want to say we're very grateful for the care you've given us."
With a respectful bow, Trunks continued:
"If it weren't for you, who knows how Mai and I would have ended up."
Dr. Abbader perfectly understood Trunks' words, but still, he couldn't avoid a drop of sweat sliding down his temple. Even though this individual was a good person, his overwhelming power remained daunting.
"I believe it's I who should be grateful," said the doctor, while giving them a bit more space. "After all, my daughter is still alive thanks to you."
The doctor returned the bow, showing his gratitude. Once he had done so, he decided to step back, giving the two young people more space. Understanding the gesture, Trunks looked up at the sky with determination.
"ODIN-SAMA," he declared firmly, "I ACCEPT YOUR DEAL!"
After saying those words, a Nordic circle manifested beneath Trunks and Mai's feet, and an ethereal light of blue and purple began to envelop them. The light was soft but powerful, as if it were made from the very essence of ancient magic. As it surrounded them, they both felt a strange sensation of lightness, as if their bodies were being lifted from the ground.
The environment around them began to distort. The trees in the forest elongated and twisted as if being stretched by an invisible force. The colors of the world blended, forming swirls of light and shadow that faded and reappeared in chaotic patterns. The sounds of the forest were silenced, leaving a deep silence broken only by the soft hum of the energy surrounding them.
The very space seemed to curve around them, as if the fabric of reality was being rewritten. Trunks and Mai felt the ground beneath their feet disappear, leaving only the blue-purple light that held them during their journey. It was as if they were floating in a sea of pure energy, able to move at will through unknown dimensions.
As they advanced, the distortions intensified. Everything around them became a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors that fused and separated in bizarre ways, creating the sensation of being in multiple places and at the same time, in none.
When the event ceased and the light gradually faded, Trunks and Mai opened their eyes. What they discovered before them was a scene that seemed to have been taken straight from the pages of J.R.R. Tolkien.
The environment around them was full of life and color, with majestic architecture harmoniously blending with nature. The buildings, made of ancient stone and wood carved with intricate designs, looked like they had been pulled straight out of fairy tales. Around them, mythical and fantastical creatures were going about their daily tasks, each one more fascinating than the last.
Fairies with translucent, glowing wings flitted among the flowers, leaving tiny sparkles in their wake. Robust, strong dwarves with long, braided beards walked around carrying tools and precious minerals in their calloused hands as they went about their usual work.
They then saw more equally fascinating creatures like centaurs, elves, and some gigantic beings, all strolling peacefully through the cobbled streets, each one occupied with their own affairs.
The air was filled with unknown sounds and aromas, but no less pleasant for it. The soft music of a lyre played by an elven bard resonated in the distance, mingling with the murmur of conversations in ancient tongues. The entire environment seemed enveloped in a magical atmosphere, where the extraordinary was part of the everyday.
Trunks and Mai stood still for a moment, taking in what they were seeing. It was a world that defied all logic and comprehension, a land where fantasy and reality intertwined so naturally that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.
They would have continued admiring the environment with fascination, absorbing every detail of that extraordinary world, had it not been for a female voice that interrupted their thoughts.
"Are you Trunks-dono and Mai-dono, correct?"
Upon hearing it, Trunks and Mai turned to find the owner of that voice.
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Gremory Territory
Rias walked with her entourage through the imposing underground factory, owned by her family, still remembering the events of the previous night with an image she never thought she would see; Trunks staggering due to the effects of the mead. Although the situation had been embarrassing, she couldn't stop thinking about how close they had been to disaster. According to her brother, that drink was strong enough to kill gods if consumed without moderation.
Fortunately, that very morning she received the news that Trunks had recovered in the Sitri clan's hospital. She felt great relief knowing he was out of danger, as in the short time since she had met him, she had developed a fondness for him, not only because he had saved them from certain death at the hands of Kokabiel, but also because of his personality and character.
She also learned that Trunks had agreed to go to the Nordic faction to help his ailing friend, which made her happy. She knew that the warrior from the future wouldn't rest until he was sure his friend was fully recovered, and deep down, Rias wished them both the best.
Now that she had the peace of mind knowing Trunks was okay, she knew it was time to fulfill the promise she had made to him. That's why she had decided to go down to her family's forge, to check if the sword in question could be repaired.
The men in the forge watched with fascination as the future heiress made her entrance, her presence and elegance were her calling card. They had known Rias since she was a child and appreciated her not only for her elegance and beauty but also for her firm character and leadership skills. Their relationship with her was one of mutual respect and esteem, forged over the years.
In short, Rias and her entourage walked through the forge until they reached an imposing door made of pure steel, with an intense crimson color. In the center of the door was the unmistakable crest of the Gremory family. With a smile, the crimson-haired princess placed her hand in the center of the door, at the junction of both leaves, and released an energy signature. The seal glowed intensely, rotating stoically until it returned to its original position, and the heavy doors began to open with a deep, resonant sound.
For safety, the group stepped back a bit until the doors were fully open. Once that was done, the immense workshop revealed its interior, and the group observed everything in awe, marveling at the number of priceless objects lying there.
Finally, the doors opened completely, revealing an interior space as impressive as the exterior. Although vast, the interior was covered in fine crimson marble, with three well-maintained levels housing objects of great value and interest. The first floor, in particular, caught everyone's attention: shelves and display cases filled with weapons of all kinds decorated the walls. Swords, shields, armor, crossbows, axes... everything a warrior could desire was there, and the swordsman of the group couldn't help but show his admiration.
"Alder! Alder!" she called out, looking for the man who had entrusted her with the sword. "Are you here?"
"Coming right away, Rias-sama."
A very large and muscular man suddenly appeared, awkwardly and forcibly carrying a large armor and other heavy artifacts. His struggle to maintain balance was evident when a misstep almost caused him to fall. Luckily, Issei and the blond swordsman stepped forward to help him.
"Thank you," said the man, relieved, as he regained his composure.
"You're welcome," Issei and Kiba replied, returning to their places.
The master blacksmith in charge of the repair dropped a heavy artifact to the ground, which cracked considerably. This surprised those present, demonstrating the blacksmith's great physical strength, although Rias was already familiar with his abilities.
Rias couldn't help but laugh softly at the reaction of her subordinates, who were impressed by the display of strength.
"Sorry for showing up unexpectedly," she greeted the blacksmith politely, "but it's crucial to know what progress you've made."
The master blacksmith sighed heavily, suggesting that maybe there wasn't good news.
"I figured as much. Please, follow me."
The blacksmith led Rias and her entourage to a new area of the factory, similar to the previous one but with even more artifacts and weapons. Upon reaching the central part, the blacksmith clapped twice, activating a series of gears that produced a mechanical noise.
The ceiling slowly opened, revealing a pure steel table with carved runes and two distant slots at each end. From the ceiling, a very familiar sword began to descend slowly, fitting into the slots on the table. The chains holding it coiled up and returned to the ceiling, which closed immediately.
As they approached the altar, Rias and her entourage saw the sword, which was not completely repaired. A large crack near the base was clearly visible, showing that it had only been partially glued. This disappointed Rias, who had hoped the sword would be fully restored or at least have some details finished.
"I thought there would be more progress," said Rias, a little disappointed.
The blacksmith sighed again.
"I apologize for the inconvenience, Rias-sama," he said, embarrassed. "Honestly, we don't know where to start. This is the first time an artifact has given us so much trouble," he added while rubbing the back of his neck.
"What do you mean?" asked Akeno, confused.
The blacksmith approached the sword and gestured for them to come closer.
"The alloy of the blade is made of an unknown material. The hilt is also peculiar; its weight is considerable, and its edge is terrifying." The blacksmith explained with slight nervousness, causing sweat to trickle down his forehead as he inspected every corner of the blade with his eyes. "The amount of heat I needed to simply glue the parts together was excessive. I had to use the help of Tannin himself and some of his kind to achieve at least this," he pointed to the large crack showing how it was only glued together.
Hearing the explanation from the family blacksmith, Rias recalled the words of the warrior from the future when she had offered to repair the sword.
"The repair of my sword is somewhat complicated, not to say impossible. Its composition and design are unique, not to mention that the metal it is made of is not found on the periodic table."
Now she understood that these weren't just exaggerations.
"Maybe this sounds crazy, but I think the composition of this sword is similar to that of the comics my son reads," Alder suddenly commented, catching the heiress's attention. "Eh, what was it called?" he added, scratching his head as he tried to remember the term. "Ah, yes, adamantium."
Issei's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to believe what he had just heard, he approached.
"Did you say adamantium?!" he repeated, clearly surprised. "Are you serious, old man?! That's awesome!"
The reaction of her beloved pawn did not go unnoticed by Rias.
"What is adamantium?" she asked with curiosity.
With a wide grin and raising his thumb to look more intellectual, he began to explain.
"It's a metal from the Marvel universe, although it's a bit tedious, everything starts here," he said as he pulled out, from who knows where, a copy of Avengers #66.
Rias wasn't very familiar with comics, manga, or anime, as they had never caught her attention. However, seeing the excitement in the person she loved most, she didn't hesitate to take that magazine. If it would make her beloved pawn happy for her to understand more about these topics, she would certainly try. She decided she would read it later, in a more private place, to understand why these things were so popular around the world and how they related to Trunks' sword situation.
Alder, who was listening to what that young man was saying, sighed. It was typical of young people to take things for granted.
"I'm just saying it's a possibility. From the few comics I've read, adamantium is known for its extreme resistance and hardness, and all I said is that this sword shows some similarities, nothing more," the blacksmith sighed again while wiping the sweat from his forehead. "In any case, if it turns out that this sword is made of that material or something similar, there would be many more complications, as we'd be dealing with a material that's practically indestructible."
Rias frowned, trying to process the new information.
"From what you're saying, we're talking about a rather problematic material," she said, looking at the sword with renewed interest and taking her chin in a thoughtful gesture. "And therefore, this would complicate the repair process even further."
"That's correct," added Alder. "Although it would be extremely difficult, it wouldn't be impossible. I'd just need to figure out what strategies I could use to break down this material and reassemble it."
Issei, who had been listening in silence, decided to intervene, downplaying the blacksmith's words.
"That's ridiculous. I've seen throughout the volumes of the Avengers and X-Men that many scientists managed to handle the material," said Issei, waving his hand as if swatting a fly.
Alder remained silent for a second, looking at Issei with disbelief, unable to believe that the pawn of the next heiress of the clan could be so stupid.
"That's...," the blacksmith sighed, with a vein in his forehead about to burst. "BECAUSE THEY'RE COMICS! THIS IS THE REAL WORLD! DO YOU THINK THIS IS A CHILD'S PLAY?!"
"Oh, come on!" Issei exclaimed, crossing his arms and frowning, "You don't have to yell at me like that, just explain that many managed to handle that metal and if they did it we could do it too!
"That's because that's what a writer decides!" The blacksmith shouted again, but this time with less intensity, "Didn't you hear what I explained in the beginning!"
When Issei was about to answer, he suddenly heard Kiba's voice growling
"Etto isse-kun" Kiba interjected with a nervous smile "why don't you let someone expert on the subject take care of this?"
Rias was observing the sword and the dragon fang, processing the blacksmith's words. It seemed incredible to her that something born from human imagination could manifest in reality like this. To her, the idea that a material invented by an American publishing house was now physically before her was absurd. If they knew about katchin (2), the metal of the gods (yes, real gods), it would undoubtedly blow their minds.
Putting that aside, she admired the intelligence of Trunks' mother. A simple human managed to create such a unique and advanced weapon, which was a legendary feat. She was sure that if Adjuka-sama knew of her existence, he would search for her through heaven, earth, and sea to bring her into his nobility to unravel the hidden wonders that science could offer.
Not wanting to dwell on the matter further, Rias realized that the repair would take longer than expected. She would inform Trunks as soon as possible. If the existence of a material like adamantium or something similar was confirmed, it could mark the beginning of a significant renewal in military power, benefiting not only her clan but the entire Underworld. The Gremory clan would have the opportunity to rise several rungs in importance among the other clans.
She directed her gaze towards the scene, stopping with a gesture the childish argument between her pawn and the blacksmith. Then, with a hand motion, she signaled her new knight to come closer.
"Alder, I want to introduce you to my new acquisition. Her name is Xenovia," Rias said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you," Xenovia said, giving a slight bow as a sign of respect.
"The pleasure is mine, miss," the blacksmith replied, mimicking the bow respectfully before observing both of them. He seemed to intuit what they wanted. "Just like Kiba, you're a knight, right?" he asked kindly. Xenovia nodded. "I imagine you want to improve your weapons, am I wrong?"
The blonde nodded, but it wasn't the same with the ex-priestess. The teenager approached the blacksmith and presented her new sword.
"This is the Sword of Betrayal," she said, showing her new sword, which greatly fascinated the blacksmith. "I obtained it recently, so it's new, and I would like an expert in weapons to study and improve it."
"You flatter me, kid," the blacksmith said with a playful smile. "Of course, I'll do it. Come with me."
The group followed the man to a side of the room, where another section of the floor opened, revealing a new blacksmith's table, similar to the one holding Trunks' sword. The table had holding slots, and with a hand gesture, he invited Kiba to place his sword, which he did.
The blacksmith, with special glasses, examined every corner of the sword with fascination, noting several interesting aspects.
"We'll leave you alone for now, Alder. Kiba and Xenovia will stay here," Rias said as she prepared to leave. The blacksmith gave a thumbs-up in acknowledgment, and Rias, along with her entourage, headed towards the exit. "We'll be outside. Let us know when you're done."
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Asgard
Both of them saw a beautiful young woman. She wore a peculiar armor that was both elegant and imposing, with long platinum hair cascading down her back, adorned with pink ribbons on the sides. Her blue eyes radiated a lush beauty, although the weariness in her voice and the look of frustration on her face contrasted with her almost celestial appearance.
"I will be your guide," she continued with a sigh that showed her lack of enthusiasm. "I'll escort you to Odin-sama's palace."
Trunks couldn't help but look at the young woman with some curiosity. The night before, he had spoken with Odin; who would have thought the mead would make him speak too much? But that wasn't the important part; the god had told him many details about his faction, including the warrior maidens who were at his service.
"Valkyries are not just warrior maidens, kid. They are the guardians of honor, the executors of my justice on the battlefield, and the messengers of my will. But that's not all; their most important duty is to bring the most valuable fallen to Valhalla, where they are prepared for the final battle, Ragnarok."
There was no doubt, this woman had to be a Valkyrie. Some were in Valhalla carrying out their duties with the Einherjar (3), so the fact that one was currently here to escort them to Odin's palace meant that this Valkyrie held a higher status than the others.
The young woman noticed that the boy was staring at her intently, blushed in embarrassment, and used her hands to cover her body as a sign of protection. Unconsciously, she took a few steps back, tripping over a stone she hadn't seen, causing her to stumble and fall on her back. The scene made Trunks and Mai look at the woman with a touch of second-hand embarrassment.
Not knowing how to react to the unexpected slip, Trunks quickly approached to make sure she wasn't hurt.
"E-etto… Miss?" he asked with a bit of concern. "Are you okay?"
The young woman, still lying on the ground, looked up to meet Trunks' genuinely worried expression. For a brief moment, their gazes were locked in a moment of bewilderment. Suddenly, a deep blush spread across her face, and she quickly moved away from him as if she had seen something extremely unpleasant.
Her reaction was so abrupt that it left Trunks completely bewildered, unable to understand what had caused such a response. Mai, for her part, observed the scene with suspicion, and gradually, an uncomfortable feeling began to form in her stomach. She couldn't help but feel uneasy about the strange interaction between Trunks and the young woman, wondering what that strange feeling she was experiencing was.
"Y-yes, I'm fine," she replied awkwardly before clearing her throat. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could forget what you witnessed."
"O-okay," Trunks said, unsure how to act. "Could you please take us to Odin-sama?"
The young woman, trying to pretend nothing had happened, nodded, returning to her serious expression as she composed herself.
"Of course," she said, her voice taking on a neutral tone. "Please follow me."
As they walked in silence, the young woman kept her gaze forward, avoiding any eye contact with the newcomers. Both thought it best not to ask about the incident further, though they couldn't deny that the atmosphere was uncomfortable. Her face, though calm, revealed a subtle but palpable tension. Each step she took seemed calculated to avoid another mishap, but her mind wandered, immersed in thoughts about her own clumsiness.
" I can't believe my first impression was so terrible," the young woman mentally scolded herself. "I just hope none of the two ravens saw anything, or Odin-sama will use it as blackmail… Foolish, foolish Rossweisse!"
Trunks observed the Valkyrie's peculiar gestures, and noticing the anxiety on her face, turned to his friend. Sensing what he was thinking, she simply shrugged.
Upon arriving at Odin's palace, the majestic building loomed before them, dominating the landscape with its imposing presence. The palace's structure reflected the splendor and grandeur of Asgard in every detail. Its tall walls were adorned with intricate carvings of ancient runes and mythological figures, all bathed in a golden light that seemed to emanate from the building itself.
The palace towers rose towards the sky, topped with pointed roofs of silver-gray that shimmered under the sun. The main entrance was flanked by gigantic columns, precisely carved and reinforced with precious metals. The double doors, enormous and dark ebony, were decorated with golden reliefs depicting epic scenes of battles and victories of the gods.
As Trunks and Rossweisse approached, they noticed the ground was paved with white marble, perfectly polished and without a single crack. The air was imbued with a soft, almost ethereal fragrance emanating from internal gardens peeking through the walls. These gardens were filled with lush exotic plants and vibrantly colored flowers, creating a harmonious contrast with the cold stones of the palace.
The interior of the palace was equally impressive. The hallways were adorned with tapestries depicting the history of the gods and heroes of Asgard, and the floor was covered with richly embroidered rugs. The walls were decorated with shields and ancient weapons, testifying to the glory of Asgard throughout the millennia.
The windows of the hall offered panoramic views of Asgard's realm, with its mountainous landscape and the green valleys extending beyond. The atmosphere in the palace was filled with a solemn and majestic air, befitting Odin, the All-Father of the gods.
The warriors and Valkyries working in the palace approached, amazed by the presence of the visitors. Although Trunks had suppressed much of his power, the sharp instincts of the Asgardians allowed them to sense even a fraction of his true strength, awakening their combat instincts. This made Trunks feel self-conscious as he noticed all the fixed gazes on him, and he began to question whether he had made a mistake by accepting Odin's invitation.
"We're almost to the main hall, please don't lag behind," Rossweisse said, catching their attention, and without further ado, she started walking a bit faster.
At the end of the main hallway was Odin sitting on his throne Hliðskjálf, carved from a single block of shiny gray metal and adorned with golden details, surrounded by marble columns supporting a high ceiling, decorated with frescoes of the skies and stars, reflecting a soft and magical light.
The Valkyrie now known as Rossweisse asked both to wait before entering the main hall. They nodded almost mechanically, admiring once again the opulence of Odin's castle.
"I've brought them, Odin-sama," said the Valkyrie as she entered the main hall. Surprisingly, she did not bow before the god and said it with the same tired tone.
"And what are you waiting for?" Odin asked impatiently. "Let them in immediately!"
The Valkyrie rolled her eyes and with a glance, indicated to two Einherjar to open the doors for Trunks and Mai to pass.
"It's good to see you again, ' little grandpa'," Trunks said with sarcasm but gave a respectful bow. Mai, noticing the respect Trunks showed towards the eccentric elder, simply mirrored the gesture.
Despite Rossweisse's somewhat indifferent attitude, she was about to intervene upon hearing the disrespectful way Trunks had addressed the god. However, Odin raised his hand, stopping his bodyguard's impulses.
"Good to see you again, ungrateful grandson," Odin said with a terse smile. "Do you feel better now? I admit I felt a bit of remorse in the end, ohohohoho."
At this response, Trunks simply sighed. Odin, who was laughing merrily at his guest's reaction, now turned his gaze to Mai, who instinctively protected her body with her hands upon feeling the god's scrutinizing stare.
"Well, well, and you must be Mai. Trunks never stopped talking about how amazing you were and such."
Mai, who would have blushed and felt embarrassed at another time, maintained a dry expression this time.
"Yes, of course," Mai replied coldly, as she did not miss the almost lecherous gaze of the elder. "I'm glad to meet the god who got Trunks drunk."
Rossweisse looked at the god in disbelief. Since the night before, the elder had neglected his duties, and she noticed some mead reserves had disappeared. Quickly connecting the dots, she exclaimed:
"Did you offer mead to someone without telling them the side effects of drinking too much?!" she scolded, pointing a finger at him. "How could you do something so irresponsible!"
Mai relaxed her posture a bit. At first, Rossweisse seemed like someone to be cautious of (for some reason), but now she strangely seemed a bit more likable.
"It's not my fault the kid drank like there was no tomorrow. He looked so happy, and who am I to deny him his happiness, ohohoho," the elder observed as the Valkyrie grumbled while preparing a magical spell. "You always take everything so seriously. That's why you don't have a boyfriend."
Suddenly, the young woman stopped gathering magic in her hand, and her body began to tremble violently. Just as Mai and Trunks thought the pandemonium might break loose, they heard the young woman sobbing.
"Buaaaa!" Rossweisse broke into tears, with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why does he always have to bother me with that?! Now they also know that I'm a single Valkyrie!"
The scene left Mai and Trunks with a sense of second-hand embarrassment as they watched the Valkyrie sobbing, saying unintelligible things between her sobs.
Odin, showing no hint of compassion, cleared his throat and, with an almost paternal tone, said:
"Please have a little patience with my dear Rossweisse," he waved his hand, downplaying the situation. "Despite being an excellent Valkyrie, she is very strict and boring, and for that reason she is still a virgin.
Mai was horrified by the vulgarity of the comment, all she could think of was what a one-eyed old man he was. Trunks also looked at him disapprovingly, feeling a little bad for the young valkyrie, who now, more than ever, seemed to be on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
*Sniff* "I only knows how to work and go home... and no one has ever asked me out on a date," sobbed Rossweisse, wiping away her tears. "All the partners of my generation already have children, even some of my kohai are already married and I'm still single... buaaa buaaa! I WANT TO GO OUT WITH SOMEONE TO PROPOSE MARRIAGE AND THEN TAKE MY VIRGINITY IN OUR HONEYMOON BUAAA BUAAA!
"Okay, that was too much information…" Mai said with a look of bewilderment, trying to make the situation less awkward.
"Don't pay it too much attention," the old man said nonchalantly as Trunks and Mai looked at Rossweisse with concern. "She likes to be dramatic, believe me. You'll get used to it."
Mai narrowed her eyes, holding back the urge to retort. Trunks, for his part, decided not to worsen the situation and remained silent, watching as Rossweisse tried to compose herself amid sobs and sighs.
"W-we'll try," Trunks said, continuing to watch the dejected Valkyrie.
As Trunks shifted his gaze away from the dejected Valkyrie, his eyes fell upon a majestic figure who had remained silent until now. On the opposite side of the hall, a woman of sublime beauty sat on a throne that rivaled Odin's in splendor. Her presence radiated a warm serenity and natural grace.
Upon observing the woman, Trunks immediately sensed that she had an immensely high power level and deduced that she must be the goddess Frigg, Odin's wife, whom the old man had mentioned the previous day. The way she moved and the calm she exuded confirmed his suspicions as she, maintaining her serene and maternal demeanor, slowly rose from her throne and walked towards Rossweisse with firm yet gentle steps.
"Calm down, dear Rossweisse," Frigg said with a soft and encouraging voice. "My husband's humor can be cruel, but both he and I recognize your worth and the excellent role you play as a warrior of Asgard."
Frigg paused, allowing her words to resonate in the heart of the young Valkyrie before continuing with a tone full of warmth.
"You don't need anyone's approval," the goddess added while gently stroking Rossweisse's hair, "nor a partner to prove your worth. You are valuable for who you are."
"Thank you … * sniff* so much Frigg-samaaaaaa," Rossweisse responded, wiping away her tears as a smile of relief began to form on her face.
"Now, why don't you take the rest of the day off?" suggested Frigg with a motherly smile.
"Hai," Rossweisse replied with a slight bow as she left the palace.
"That was definitely unexpected," Trunks said, watching the Valkyrie leave the throne room.
It was then that Trunks noticed Frigg watching them with a sweet and warm smile. The goddess approached them with gentle steps. Mai quickly tensed at the sight of the goddess approaching and hastily reached for one of the knives hidden in her uniform, preparing for anything that might happen.
Frigg, undisturbed by Mai's reaction, extended her arms and enveloped both in a warm embrace. The unexpected gesture surprised Trunks and Mai, leaving them paralyzed and unsure how to react. Trunks remained silent, with his arms glued to his body, unsure whether to return the embrace or step back. Mai stayed rigid, with the knife still in hand, unsure how to handle the situation.
"What noble souls have come to visit us," Frigg said in a maternal tone. "Souls as pure and innocent as you who have suffered so much. Would you mind sharing your story with me, dear children?"
Frigg played her role as the goddess of motherhood very well, seeming to have a deep and almost instinctive perception, as if her senses could read the souls of those around her, picking up on hidden emotions like a mother who knows her children's pain without words.
Both Mai and Trunks exchanged worried looks, unsure of how to respond. Although the goddess's intentions seemed more than noble, her request felt somewhat improbable. The idea that perhaps visiting Asgard might have been a mistake began to sink in, though they also remembered Dr. Abbader's words about how this journey could help them heal both their physical and emotional wounds.
"We'll try," the future warrior said with some doubt, "but it might be… a bit… long…"
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So… are those mortals from your universe?" a female voice asked, coming from a beautiful woman with striking, full lips. She was dressed in Egyptian-style clothing, and behind her was a humanoid being with white hair and an Egyptian touch to his attire, as well as a prominent scepter. His skin had a bluish tone, and his hair was styled back. The woman calmly and serenely drank her tea, unbothered by the arrival of her guest, given her hierarchical position.
Next to her, a slender, purple humanoid cat dressed in Egyptian garments was present. Beside him was another being similar to the one behind the woman but with a tall crest and a colorful outfit, along with a differently colored scepter. That being kept his face resting on his fist but also drank his tea calmly, despite his known character.
"That's right, Jerez," Beerus replied, sipping his tea with an unusual nonchalance. "They fell here by accident, and we've come for them. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"Of course not, Beerus," the Hakaishin showed no signs of hostility, and her attitude was peaceful despite her rank. "Though I'm curious, what kind of accident did they suffer?" she asked with hidden curiosity. "You don't have a problem to tell me that, do you?"
Beerus narrowed his eyes, tired. He knew Jerez was hiding something and that he wouldn't gain anything by keeping secrets. Besides, she wouldn't make things easy for him if he didn't provide answers.
"They are time travelers," he answered bluntly. He saw no point in hiding it.
"So that's what it's about," she replied disdainfully. Although for a mortal, a time traveler was incredible, for a god it wasn't so shocking. "You know full well that time travel is an unforgivable crime, don't you?" Her tone was soft but serious. "Violating one of the most sacred laws among the gods, and being mortals, makes it even worse."
"I know," Beerus said calmly, stirring his sweetened tea with a spoon. "But that's a problem for me and my universe."
"Really?" the goddess asked with suspicion. "And out of curiosity, what do you plan to do with those mortals once they are in your custody? And don't tell me that you plan to destroy them, because if that's what you have in mind, I could do the job for you, since that pair of mortals are in my domain.."
Beerus added another spoonful of sugar to his tea, ignoring the goddess's subtle threat.
"I wouldn't have bothered to come here if the goal were their destruction; as you said, I could let you handle it," Beerus said calmly. "All I'll tell you is that what I have planned for that pair of mortals is… a practical and uncommon approach."
The goddess couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"So enigmatic as always, Hakaishin of Universe 7," Beerus sighed and took another sip of tea.
*Flashback*
"IT CAN'T BE! ANOTHER FAILURE!"
Chaos reigned in the Capsule Corporation laboratory. Bulma threw a small testing device against the wall, which exploded into pieces upon impact.
Pilaf, Mai, and Shuu, huddled in a corner behind a desk, watched with fear as the scientist, who now held her head in her hands, had never seen her in this state.
It was then that the God of Destruction made his presence known.
"What a mess," he commented with a strange mix of disdain and amusement, as he looked at the scattered metal debris in the laboratory. "Have you made any progress?"
Bulma, with her face still flushed with frustration, turned sharply towards him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked sharply.
Beerus raised an eyebrow, staring penetratingly at the scientist.
"Don't forget who you're talking to, mortal," the god said authoritatively.
Bulma swallowed hard at the pressure from the deity.
"Sorry, I…"
"Enought" Beerus interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "I came here because you usually invite us to a new feast every week, and it's been three weeks without hearing from you. Although now I can see the reason."
Beerus released a wave of his divine ki, causing the room to tremble slightly and making Bulma shiver.
"Are you not building another time machine, are you?" the god inquired with a tone that made it clear he was not willing to tolerate excuses.
Bulma knew she couldn't hide anything from Beerus, so she prepared to answer with total honesty. She explained that she was developing a sophisticated device designed to travel between universes, with the goal of finding her future son. Although Beerus didn't care much, she revealed that, a few weeks ago, she had visited the Great Zuno's planet, who informed her that Trunks was in Universe 2 but flatly refused to give her the coordinates, stating that her debt was settled and threatening to report them to Beerus if they kept insisting.
Setting that aside, she mentioned that only gods and angels had the ability to travel between universes, as the Super Dragon Balls were inactive. For this reason, she intended to invent a ship capable of traveling between universes.
"So you're the one who complained to that pompous, know-it-all, flamboyant idiot?"
Bulma, fearing any reprisal, swallowed hard.
"Great Zuno complained to you?"
"Not exactly," Beerus replied. "Kaioshin informed me of what happened. To be honest, I couldn't care less about what that fat, ridiculous-haired fool has to say."
Bulma remained silent, unsure of what to say.
"Let's suppose you manage to create that device or whatever you're building," Beerus continued disdainfully. "What exactly do you think you'll achieve? Entering another god's territory and leaving without issues?"
Bulma looked at the god defiantly.
"What I intend to achieve is to save my son," Bulma said determinedly.
Beerus rolled his eyes, as if what he had just heard was the most monumental nonsense he had ever heard in his long existence.
"How foolish you are!" he replied disdainfully. "You can't just enter another universe because you feel like it! A mortal from one universe traveling to another is considered a serious affront, a direct provocation. It would be a monumental disrespect and could have serious consequences."
"YOUA WASN'T THERE!" Bulma reproached, unable to suppress her emotions. "You only care about yourself and don't understand what it means to lose a loved one. I SAW MY SON LEAVE, AND NOW THAT I HAVE A CHANCE TO RECOVER HIM, NOTHING AND NO ONE..."
"Aaagh, shut the hell up already!" the god interrupted with evident annoyance, then sighed. "I'll offer to go for your unfortunate son, but it goes without saying that it won't come free."
Bulma's eyes widened in disbelief at what she had just heard.
"What do you want in return?" she asked with a trembling voice.
Beerus grinned a wolfish grin, clearly showing his intentions.
"First, I want an unforgettable feast with a dessert I haven't tried before," he said calmly. "And then, when I return with your son, you'll have to bring me that succulent steak bathed in Grandma's sauce that Vegeta promised. I don't care what you have to do to get it; that sauce must be perfect. I won't accept anything simple or something I've tried before," Bulma swallowed hard, recalling the nonsense Vegeta had said weeks ago. "It goes without saying what the consequences would be if you don't meet my demands to the letter, right?"
"H-Hai," Bulma responded, sweat drops running down her forehead.
"Then we have a deal," Beerus concluded with a satisfied grin. "And well?! what are you waiting for?! Get your cooks to work. I'm starving."
*Flashback end*
"As I mentioned before, I have my reasons for taking the trouble to search for those two mortals."
The goddess shook her head in amusement at her counterpart's comment as she finished her cup of tea and then called her angel.
"Given the circumstances, I have something interesting to show you," she said, calling her respective assistant.
With her scepter, Sour began to display the lives of Trunks and Mai, from their childhood to the present. The energy sphere projecting the images left Beerus and Whis astonished.
"You shouldn't be surprised," Jerez said calmly. "I paid them a little visit the day before and copied both of their memories while they were asleep."
As everyone watched the series of events within the energy sphere, Jerez continued speaking.
"I know they are time travelers from your universe. I also know that the blue-haired one managed to eliminate Zamas," Jerez turned to Beerus, who watched without taking his eyes off the energy sphere. "The unforgivable crimes of the false god make Trunks deserving of a reward for saving all realities. However, both he and Mai should be considered criminals for the audacity of time travel, something even the gods have strictly forbidden," Jerez crossed his arms and closed his eyes in a reflective gesture. "What a dilemma we're in."
"Yes, I know," Beerus nodded, mimicking Jerez's thoughtful posture. After a few seconds, he opened one eye and looked at Jerez. "Do you plan to do anything?"
Jerez remained silent for a moment, watching the repeated "videos" of Trunks and Mai's lives. The determination, bravery, and courage of these mortals, especially Mai's, caught his attention. Despite being a simple human, Mai and her human forces fought the false god Zamas with tenacity and without giving up, which awakened an unexpected respect in Jerez. Trunks, despite his tragic life, showed admirable heroism by breaking universal rules to save lives. His ability to get up and face Zamas even with mortal wounds impressed Jerez, who recognized that despite being a criminal, Trunks had earned his respect.
"Honestly, no," Jerez said finally with sincerity.
"What?" Beerus asked, confused by the Universe 2 Hakaishin's response.
"The kid is both a hero and a criminal at the same time," Jerez said, uncrossing his arms and taking another sip of his tea. "Therefore, he will neither be rewarded nor punished. We'll leave him as he is."
"I see, that's the most sensible thing," Beerus said, nodding with a bit of calm. Apparently, there wouldn't be any problems and it would give him more time to prepare the eagerly awaited steak with his grandmother's secret sauce. "So, having reached that conclusion... can I take them?"
The question surprised Jerez, who lowered her tea cup and smiled enigmatically. Beerus, of course, suspected that Jerez was planning something.
"Tell me, do you think you could leave them here for a while?"
Beerus looked at Jerez with incredulity.
"Leave them?" he asked, surprised by the request. "What would you gain from that?"
Jerez sighed and got up from her chair, with Beerus's impassive gaze following her. The goddess walked to a huge bookshelf and took out a crimson book. Sour, aware of what Jerez was about to do, closed her eyes in understanding. Jerez returned to her seat at the table and threw the book to Beerus, who looked at it with confusion. Although he recognized the book, he didn't understand why she was showing him something from his own universe.
The book had golden letters on the cover, written in the language of the gods, and read:
"The Book of Destiny from Universe 2" Beerus said, still confused. "Why...?"
"Just read it, please, from the year \5/7?{1," Jerez indicated.
Beerus nodded and began reading from the point she indicated. The Book of Destinies of the gods, as he knew, was a record of the creation, development, and destruction of worlds. The Hakaishin's book, on the other hand, only recorded destruction. However, as Beerus turned the pages, his eyes widened more and more, astonished by what he read.
"What the hell..."
"Your eyes do not deceive you, Universe 7 Hakaishin, it's not the first time your universe has sent me 'gifts'," Jerez commented with a touch of mockery. "In the year ^/-675#, an event from one of the many alternate timelines of your universe sent a very powerful beast that nearly destroyed my universe. I was about to intervene."
"I didn't know this," Beerus said, dumbfounded. "Still, that doesn't answer my question. Why do you want them here?"
"When I decided that the problem concerned me and went to the place where it was to destroy it, that beastly entity suddenly disappeared," Jerez explained, sipping her tea. "I thought it had self-destructed due to its unstable power and let it go."
"But you were wrong, right?" Beerus asked, analytical.
"Yes, I was wrong," Jerez admitted with a smile, despite feeling foolish for assuming something without verifying it first. "I discovered that the entity in question had increased its power to incredible levels over the centuries. So, when it came to this universe, I thought it best to use those mortals from your universe to face it. What better way to defeat a Universe 7 monster than with another monster from its own universe?"
"I see, you want Trunks to deal with it, don't you?" Beerus asked, understanding the goddess's plan. This made a satisfied smile appear on his face. Laziness was not typical of Beerus.
"But I know you, Jerez. I know you don't only want Trunks for that. What are you really planning?" Beerus said, searching for the true intention behind her proposal.
Jerez smiled and began to caress the energy sphere displaying the lives of Trunks and Mai. Beerus observed with a mix of curiosity and disinterest. He didn't fully understand the reason behind his counterpart's fascination, but he was willing to listen.
"They both possess a special beauty," Jerez said, with a tone that made Beerus sigh in boredom. He had already heard her talk about "beauty" before. "A beauty linked to a unique determination and hope. I want them to infect my universe with that peculiar beauty and see what happens. Will it be good? Bad? I'm eager to see the results."
Jerez continued, her expression turning more serious.
"Moreover, with their presence, a series of events have been revealed to me that have caught my attention. I've seen multiple outcomes in different timelines, and they are all quite dull. I want to see how exciting those timelines would be once these mortals from another universe decide to get involved."
Beerus looked at her with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. It wasn't technically bad from a god's perspective, but it wasn't something that could be considered good either. However, the proposal also had its appeal. Trunks could be pushed to his limits, revealing a hidden potential that, according to Whis, was notable. Although Beerus was interested in seeing that potential in action, there was something more important:
The steak bath in grandma's sauce!
"Consider this as compensation for the problems your universe has caused me, and in the meantime, your mortal has more time for me to prepare your eagerly awaited dish. Think of it, in that sense we both come out winners, don't you think? *ufufufu*
"So you knew," Beerus replied with marked irritation.
"Of course, I know many things," Jerez responded with an enigmatic smile.
Beerus frowned, knowing he wouldn't get his long-awaited dish immediately. He couldn't use force to take Trunks and Mai, as a battle between gods could result in the destruction of both universes. Additionally, he had technically invaded another god's territory, regardless of his purely diplomatic motives.
"Wouldn't it be easier to review the outcome in the timelines again?" Beerus asked with a gesture of annoyance.
"No. What would be fun about that?" Jerez replied with a playful smile that soon turned into a resigned and bored expression. "Besides, Chronoa got angry because I bothered her too many times."
"In that case," Beerus sighed with resignation, "I'll wait for you to feel like returning my mortals."
"Ah? Are you leaving so soon?" Jerez announced, raising an eyebrow. "The carrot cakes are almost ready. Aren't you going to stay to try them?"
Beerus ignored her, called his assistant, and prepared to return to his universe. Before departing, he looked at Jerez one last time.
"No"
End of Chapter
1.- In Avengers #66, adamantium is introduced significantly when the villain known as Doctor Doom reveals the metal to the Avengers. This is the readers' first encounter with this material, and its introduction is dramatic and crucial to the plot.
2.- Katchin steel is a fictional material from the Dragon Ball universe. It is known to be one of the hardest materials in the universe and is responsible for breaking the Z sword.
3.- The Einherjar are warriors who have died in battle and have been collected by the Valkyries to be taken to Valhalla. There, these brave fighters wait patiently for the final battle in which they will play a crucial role, Ragnarök.
What can I say, basically Jerez has her novel and she's not giving it up Anyway XD, I want to make up for this long chapter for the weeks I was absent. I hope you enjoyed it, and as I mentioned before, if you want to see the girls from DxD, their galleries are on my profile. Oh, and another thing: any reader who has a YouTube channel dedicated to fanfics is free to upload it and monetize it; I just ask that you give me credit and send me a private message with the link. Final del formulario