DISCLAIMER: The Taimanin series belongs to Black Lilith.
Chapter 5: Beyond the Moonlight, Act I
[From Rin's viewpoint]
The intimate threesome between myself, Natsu, and Wolfgang left us in good spirits the next morning. A warm glow lingered in my chest as I recalled the events of the previous night, but I kept these thoughts to myself. We've all learned to be discreet about such encounters, especially Wolfgang. As an ascended demon, he's become well-acquainted with the hidden aspects of Taimanin life at Gosha.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when I made my way to Georgina's dojo for our morning training session. The crisp air nipped at my skin, invigorating me for the day ahead. The dojo, an extension of Gosha Academy, stood proudly across the street from the main campus. Its traditional architecture contrasted sharply with the modern buildings surrounding it, a testament to the blend of old and new that defines our world.
As I approached, I could already hear the rhythmic sounds of bodies in motion and the sharp commands of our instructors. Wolfgang and Georgina, an unlikely but formidable pair, were already there, guiding a group of young Taimanins through their morning exercises. It's quite a sight to see a Dutch MMA legend and a former women's featherweight boxing champion from Manchester imparting their wisdom to the next generation.
I paused at the entrance, taking a moment to observe. Wolfgang's voice, deep and accented, carried across the room as he corrected a student's stance. Georgina moved among the ranks, her keen eyes missing nothing as she made small adjustments here and there. Their contrasting styles complemented each other perfectly, offering students a well-rounded education in the art of combat.
As I watched, my mind drifted to Georgina's background. Wolfgang had told me about it before, but it bears repeating. She's part of the Takayama clan, a respected branch of my own Uehara clan. Her father, now retired from active Taimanin duty, was a childhood friend of my mother. Her mother, interestingly, was once an MI6 agent. This unique heritage has shaped Georgina into the formidable warrior she is today.
Her skills as a sharpshooter are unparalleled, honed during her time with the British Special Air Service. I've seen her outshoot even Ayame Makishima, Kurenai Shinganji's partner, which is no small feat. But her talents don't end there. Like Wolfgang, she's an accomplished martial artist. Two black belts – one in Kyokushin karate and another in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu – speak to her dedication. During her military career, she even developed her own close-quarters combat style, blending SAS techniques with her martial arts background.
Shaking off my reverie, I entered the dojo and made my way to the changing rooms. I quickly slipped into my training gear – a pair of skintight sporting leggings and a sports bra. The cool air raised goosebumps on my exposed skin, but I knew I'd be warm soon enough.
When I returned to the main floor, Wolfgang and Georgina had finished with their class. They were waiting for me, ready for our sparring session. Wolfgang wore his usual ensemble – loose trousers and a form-fitting shirt, with his iconic coat draped over his shoulders like a cape. Those seven pieces of his Philosopher's Stone glinted on the coat's sleeves, catching the light like stars. Georgina, in contrast, was dressed in full karate gear, her gi crisp and white against her tanned skin.
As we took our positions on the mat, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Hand-to-hand combat is second nature to me now, but it wasn't always so. I remembered my musha shugyo, my warrior's pilgrimage, when I temporarily left Gosha to broaden my horizons. I spent a year at a karate school in Brisbane, Australia, immersing myself in the discipline. The experience was transformative, and by the end of that year, I had progressed enough to become an instructor myself. I stayed for two more years, honing my skills and passing on what I'd learned, before returning to Gosha to resume my duties as a Taimanin and eventually becoming a substitute teacher.
The sparring session began without warning. Wolfgang moved first, his body twisting in a corkscrew motion as he launched into a 540 kick. The speed and power behind the move were breathtaking, and for a moment, I thought I might not be able to avoid it. But my training kicked in, and I managed to duck under the kick at the last second, feeling the whoosh of air as his foot passed over my head.
"Nice dodge, Rin," Wolfgang grinned, landing lightly on his feet. "But can you handle this?"
He launched into a flurry of strikes, each one a perfect balance of speed, power, and technique. There was a fluid grace to his movements that belied their deadly potential. I found myself on the defensive, blocking and parrying as best I could.
Georgina watched from the sidelines, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "Remember your footwork, Rin," she called out. "Control the distance."
Taking her advice, I adjusted my stance, creating just enough space to launch a counterattack. My fist shot out, aiming for Wolfgang's solar plexus, but he deflected it with ease.
"Good," he nodded approvingly. "Now, let's see how you handle both of us."
Georgina stepped onto the mat, and suddenly I was facing two opponents. The intensity of the sparring session doubled, and I felt my heart race with exhilaration. This was what I lived for – the thrill of combat, the test of skill and will.
As we continued to spar, I couldn't help but marvel at how far I'd come. From a novice Taimanin to where I am now, training with some of the best fighters in our world. And yet, I knew there was still so much to learn, so much room for growth.
The morning sun climbed higher in the sky as we trained, casting long shadows across the dojo floor.
As the sparring session intensified, I found myself relying more and more on my instincts. Wolfgang's kicks came at me like whiplashes, each one a potential fight-ender if it connected. I weaved and bobbed, my body moving almost of its own accord as I avoided his strikes. His punches were no less dangerous, and I felt myself being pushed back, forced onto the defensive.
But then, I saw it. An opening. One of Wolfgang's kicks whizzed past me as I dodged, leaving him momentarily vulnerable. In that split second, I made my move.
Sidestepping swiftly, I lunged forward, channeling my energy into my right fist. The air around me crackled with blue electricity, sparks dancing across my torso. With a forceful shout of "DAH!", I unleashed a diagonal right hook aimed straight at Wolfgang's head. As my fist flew through the air, it left a trail of lightning in its wake, illuminating the dojo with an ethereal blue glow.
This was my pride and joy, a technique I had spent countless hours perfecting: the Electric Wind Hook Fist, or EWHF for short. The impact was immediate and devastating. Wolfgang's eyes widened in surprise as the electrically charged fist connected, sending him into a backward somersault through the air.
But I wasn't done yet. Seizing the opportunity, I pressed my advantage. Before Wolfgang could touch the ground, I followed up with a quick left knee strike to his midsection. Then, in a fluid motion, I transitioned into a stance change. Sliding forward with my arms chambered across my body, I dropped into a shiko-dachi horse stance, my left arm executing a downward block while my right fist pulled back to chest level, my body twisting slightly for maximum power.
From this position, I lunged forward again, driving a deep left body punch into Wolfgang. The impact reverberated through the dojo, but I didn't let up. Another left knee found its mark, keeping him airborne. I transitioned again, repeating the left body blow before launching him even higher with an upward side kick, my arms crossed in front of me for balance and power.
As Wolfgang reached the apex of his flight, I spun on my heel, building momentum for a final, devastating spinning kick. The impact sent him hurtling towards the dojo walls.
For a moment, I thought I might have overdone it. But Wolfgang, ever the skilled fighter, managed to catch himself just in time. He hit the floor in a controlled skid, his hands and feet working in perfect harmony to arrest his momentum mere inches from the wall.
As the dust settled, Wolfgang looked up at me, a mix of surprise and admiration in his eyes. "Man, those moves feel familiar," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "But you pulled them off with masterclass!"
I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a surge of pride at his compliment. "Thanks," I replied, offering him a hand up. "I've been working on combining my lightning techniques with some of the moves I picked up during my time in Australia. Glad to see it's paying off."
As Wolfgang got to his feet, Georgina approached, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "That was incredible, Rin," she said. "The way you incorporated your Lightning Art into your martial arts... it's unlike anything I've seen before."
I felt a flush of pleasure at their praise, but I knew better than to let it go to my head. In our line of work, complacency could be deadly. "It's still a work in progress," I admitted. "I'm trying to find the right balance between power and control. Sometimes the electricity can be... unpredictable."
Wolfgang nodded thoughtfully. "I can see that. The potential is enormous, though. If you can master this technique, you'll be a force to be reckoned with."
As we continued to discuss the finer points of my re-learned fighting style, I couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments. Despite the constant dangers we faced as Taimanin, it was times like these - sparring with friends, pushing our limits, and growing stronger together - that made it all worthwhile.
Now, I turn my attention to Georgina. Her eyes narrow, a gleam of determination flashing across them. Without warning, she launches into a flurry of strikes, her fists cutting through the air with frightening speed. Wild jabs come at me from all angles, followed by a powerful straight that nearly catches me off guard. I barely manage to dodge an uppercut that I can feel whistling past my chin.
Georgina's style is different from Wolfgang's - less fluid, perhaps, but with a raw power that demands respect. I find myself on the back foot, desperately trying to create some space. Then, I see my chance.
As she winds up for another strike, I sidestep swiftly. In that brief moment of opportunity, I hop slightly, my right leg coiling like a spring. I unleash a brisk right kick that catches Georgina mid-motion, lifting her off her feet.
Not wasting a second, I channel my energy once more. The familiar crackle of electricity fills the air as I execute another Electric Wind Hook Fist. The blue lightning trails behind my fist as it connects, keeping Georgina airborne.
I press my advantage, flowing from one move to the next. A left knee strike to her midsection, then a quick stance transition. My body moves almost on autopilot, muscle memory taking over as I deliver a sharp body blow with my left fist.
Georgina grunts, the impact clearly felt even through her gi. But I'm not done yet. Another left knee, another stance transition. My arms blur as I follow up with a high left chop, then a high punch that sends Georgina into a backward somersault.
As she's about to hit the floor, I dash forward. Time seems to slow as I prepare for my final combination - the 'Savage Sword'. It's a technique I've been working on, one that combines raw power with precision.
First comes a right hook, my fist connecting solidly with Georgina's jaw. Without pausing, I transition into a quick high back chop, my hand slicing through the air like a blade. Finally, I plant my foot and unleash a snap kick, putting all my remaining energy into this last strike.
The impact sends Georgina flying towards the wall. For a heart-stopping moment, I worry that I've gone too far. But like Wolfgang before her, Georgina proves her skill. She twists in mid-air, managing to land feet-first against the wall before pushing off and landing in a crouch on the mat.
The dojo falls silent save for our heavy breathing. I stand there, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. The exertion of the fight catches up with me all at once, and I find myself bending over, hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath.
"I still got it," I manage to huff out between breaths, a small smile playing on my lips despite my exhaustion.
Georgina rises slowly, wincing slightly but with a look of admiration in her eyes. "That you do, Rin," she says, rubbing her jaw where my right hook landed. "That 'Savage Sword' of yours is something else. I didn't even see that last kick coming."
Wolfgang steps forward, clapping slowly. "Impressive," he nods, his eyes glinting with approval. "You've combined your Lightning Art with traditional martial arts techniques in a way I've never seen before. It's unpredictable, which makes it all the more dangerous."
I straighten up, feeling a flush of pride at their words. "Thanks," I reply, still slightly out of breath. "It's been a challenge to balance the Lightning Art with physical techniques, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of it."
As we begin to cool down, stretching out our tired muscles, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Today's sparring session has shown me how far I've come, but also how much further I can go. The path of a Taimanin is never-ending, always presenting new challenges and opportunities for growth.
And as I look at Wolfgang and Georgina, I'm reminded that I don't walk this path alone. We're more than just colleagues or fellow fighters - we're friends, comrades, pushing each other to be better every day. In this world of demons and danger, that bond is more precious than any technique or power.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
I watched in awe as Rin executed her impressive combination of moves, her body flowing seamlessly from one technique to the next. The crackling blue electricity that accompanied her strikes added an otherworldly element to her fighting style, making it both beautiful and deadly.
As the sparring session came to an end, I couldn't shake the feeling that Rin's moves reminded me of something... or someone. The way she combined her Lightning Art with traditional martial arts techniques was unique, but there was a familiarity to it that nagged at the back of my mind.
I turned my attention to a corner of the dojo, where I sensed a mysterious presence. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but my heightened senses picked up on it. Addressing this unseen observer, I thought to myself, "Those are some slick combos. This feels not out of place in a Tekken game. Who does it remind you of?"
As the thought crossed my mind, a realization hit me. No, it's not Kazuya. It was someone else - his son, Jin Kazama. The way Rin moved, the power behind her strikes, and especially that Electric Wind Hook Fist... it all bore a striking resemblance to Jin's fighting style.
I once again looked into the fourth wall, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Imagine if a Tekken character made a guest appearance in Action Taimanin or in Taimanin RPGX? It would be fun as hell!"
I could picture it clear as day - Kazuya Mishima, with his trademark scowl and glowing red eye, facing off against Edwin Black. My father, for all his vampire strength and cunning, would be hard-pressed to match Kazuya's raw power and fighting prowess. The thought of Kazuya's Electric Wind God Fist connecting with my deadbeat vampire dad's jaw was almost too satisfying to bear.
While I find myself delving into my strange fantasies, I'm being snapped back into reality by the sound of Rin's voice.
"Wolfgang? Are you okay? You seemed lost in thought for a moment there," she says, her brow furrowed with concern.
[From Rin's viewpoint]
"Hey, Sensei Wolfgang! Are you daydreaming again?" Georgina asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
Wolfgang blinked rapidly, seeming to come back to reality. He shook his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Whoops! Sorry about that, Takayama-sensei," he replied, addressing Georgina with surprising formality. "I'm simply captivated by how Rin pulled out those moves like a real champ!"
I couldn't help but place my palm on my forehead, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. In a whisper, I thought to myself, "Even for a centuries-old vampire werewolf, Wolfgang has such a weird imagination. Not to mention those constant fourth wall breaks of his. Yet, he acts like a child half the time."
As I watched him interact with Georgina, another thought struck me. "It's no wonder I see similarities between him and Kotaro," I mused. "But that's where the similarities end. Even as a teacher, Wolfgang is more relaxed and eccentric. He gets along better with the students and teachers, that's for sure."
I observed as Wolfgang began to enthusiastically break down my fighting technique to Georgina, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest. His childlike wonder and excitement were infectious, and I found myself smiling despite myself.
"You see, Takayama-sensei," Wolfgang was saying, "the way Rin combines her Lightning Art with traditional martial arts is truly innovative. It's like she's creating a whole new fighting style!"
Georgina nodded, her eyes bright with interest. "I noticed that too. The unpredictability of it makes it incredibly effective."
As they continued their discussion, I took a moment to stretch, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles from our intense sparring session. The familiar smell of the dojo - a mix of sweat, wood, and the faint ozone scent from my Lightning Art - filled my nostrils.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
After that invigorating early morning sparring session, I find myself behind the wheel of my prized Mercedes-AMG GT Black Series. The sleek, powerful machine purrs to life as I settle into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of leather and high-performance engineering filling my nostrils. This beauty had once set a record at Nürburgring's Nordschleife, a feat I'm endlessly proud of, even if it was later surpassed by its sibling, the Mercedes-AMG One.
As I navigate the winding roads leading away from Gosha Academy, my mind drifts to the day's plans. First on my agenda is a visit to the grave of Rin's mother, Setsuna. The thought of her brings a bittersweet smile to my face, and I find myself addressing an unseen presence, as I often do when lost in thought.
"You know," I muse aloud, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel, "my history with Rin's mom is a bit of a temporal mess. When I first met Setsuna, I was riding high as a two-time world champion in XMAF. Rin was just a rookie Taimanin back then, probably still figuring out which end of a kunai to hold." I chuckle at the memory. "Setsuna, though... she was something else. Gorgeous doesn't begin to cover it. Now I know where Rin got her looks and curves from. Let that sink in for a moment."
I pause at a red light, my mind wandering to the connections between these remarkable women. "Setsuna and the Inageya shopkeeper were close friends too. It's funny how small the world can be sometimes, even in a place as vast as Tokyo Kingdom."
As the light turns green, I accelerate smoothly, the powerful engine responding instantly to my touch. The mention of the shopkeeper brings another memory to mind, and I find myself recounting it to my invisible audience.
"Speaking of the shopkeeper, my first encounter with her is quite a tale. It was during summer break, and most of the task force was on vacation. I was living it up in Monaco with Ambrose, enjoying some well-deserved R and R. But you know how it goes in our line of work – trouble always finds a way to crash the party."
I maneuver through a series of tight turns, the car handling them with ease. "There was this UFS Taimanin, Lydia Barretta. Poor thing got tasked with delivering Zaqqum fruit samples to Gosha's R and D department. But things went sideways faster than a drunken demon at a holy water festival."
I pause for dramatic effect, even though I'm alone in the car. "The mutated fruit got stolen, and before you could say 'zombie apocalypse,' half the village was shuffling around like extras in a B-grade horror flick. It was Kotrara all over again, but with a fruity twist."
As I recall the events, I can't help but grin at the absurdity of it all. "So there I am, sipping cocktails by the Mediterranean, when this succubus named Metier drops the bombshell about a runaway succubus, Lilim, and her birdbrained accomplice, Minasaki, causing havoc with the mutated Zaqqum fruit. Talk about a mood killer."
I merge onto the highway, the speedometer climbing as I recount the tale. "Naturally, I went ballistic. Vacation cancelled, bags packed, and it was back to Gosha faster than you can say 'duty calls.' But hey, I'm always prepared. Had a batch of Zaqqum antidotes whipped up – just another day in the life of an alchemist extraordinaire."
The memory of what happened next makes me laugh out loud. "Picture this: half the village is doing the zombie shuffle, and there I am, face to face with the shopkeeper – but not the kindly old lady version. No, this was Natsu in all her glory, looking like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine rather than a zombie flick. And beside her? Lydia, panicking like it was going out of style."
I shake my head, still amused by the recollection. "Ambrose and I had to get creative. We loaded up the antidote into darts and went all sharpshooter on the zombified villagers. Meanwhile, Natsu and Lydia were in hot pursuit of our troublemaking duo."
As I near my destination, I can't help but chuckle at the grand finale of that adventure. "We had Lilim and Minasaki cornered, right? I was all set to unleash some fancy moves, show off a bit, you know how it is. But fate, or maybe just bad timing, had other plans. Let's just say I had a sudden, urgent need for a bathroom break. And not the kind you can politely excuse yourself for."
I pull into the cemetery parking lot, still grinning at the memory. "Those two little troublemakers got a face full of... well, let's call it 'flaming stomach gas.' Left them looking like they'd picked a fight with a chimney sweep and lost. Last I saw, they were hanging at the academy entrance, wrapped up in sleeping bags like some weird cocoons."
As I step out of the car, I can't resist one last comment to my imaginary audience. "And hey, if you haven't checked out the 'Longest Summer in Gosha' event in Action Taimanin, do yourself a favor and look up some walkthrough videos. Trust me, it's a riot."
Here I am at the front of the cemetery entrance, the weight of my purpose settling on my shoulders. In my hands, I carry the traditional offerings: incense sticks, a small wooden pail and ladle, flowers in a vase, and an assortment of sweets I purchased from Inageya. Despite my time in Japan and now living in Gosha, I still find myself slightly uncertain about the proper customs for these solemn occasions. The intricacies of Japanese funeral rites and grave visitations remain a bit foreign to me, a reminder of my outsider status.
As I make my way through the rows of gravestones, my mind drifts back to Setsuna's funeral. I'm grateful for the guidance Grandpa Yamamoto and Rin provided then, helping me navigate the unfamiliar rituals. Without them, I would have felt even more out of place, a Westerner fumbling through a deeply meaningful Japanese custom.
Lost in thought, I almost miss the familiar figure waiting near the path. It's Granny Inage, her weathered face a map of wisdom and experience. She's not just here for Setsuna, I realize, but to pay respects to all her fallen Taimanin companions.
"So you came here to visit Setsuna's tombstone?" she asks, her voice carrying the weight of years. "Follow me."
As we walk together, I can't help but reflect on the duality of this woman. To most, she's the quintessential Japanese grandmother, all warmth and wisdom. But those who know better understand she's not one to cross, especially in her shop. And then there's Natsu, her youthful alter ego – a legendary Taimanin with skills that still leave me in awe. The memory of our encounter last night flashes through my mind, and I have to suppress a smile. It's a strange world we live in, where someone can be both a respected elder and a passionate lover.
We arrive at Setsuna's grave, and I set about the task of cleaning. It's a small act of reverence, clearing away any debris that's accumulated since the last visit. Once satisfied, I light the incense sticks, their fragrant smoke curling upwards as I place them in the vase. The sweets and flowers follow, arranged with care.
As Inage and I stand in silent prayer, my mind wanders to the Ceremonial Atonement. The memory is vivid – the relentless assault from the Taimanin Task Force, my body pushed to its limits, and the moment Setsuna's spirit appeared to me. She looked just as she had when we first met, eternally young in my memory.
I remember my desperate questions to her spectral form. "Do I really deserve to embrace life? Do I really deserve a place in this world knowing that humanity's time on Earth may not last forever? Do I really deserve forgiveness for everything I've done, for all the blood on my hands?"
Her response still echoes in my mind, a balm to my tortured soul. "Don't let the mistakes of your past shape your future. No matter what happens, you still have a good heart. Your very life, the people who care about you, and this very world are all worth living and fighting for. Even in the face of pain, loss, betrayal, disappointment, frustration, and failure, don't stop being kind to others."
I had thanked her then, overwhelmed by the gift of perspective she offered. "Ever since meeting you back then, I finally know what it's like to be given a yesterday. And finally see my sights to a new tomorrow."
Her final words to me were a charge, a mission for my future. "Kaiser, face your past. One day, you will eventually free yourself from your sorrow. Turn it into your strength, use that power to protect others and carve open a path to the future. You will find those answers on your own. I'll always be here with you and Rin. I want to wish both of you happiness."
The memory fades, and I find myself back in the present, opening my eyes as I finish my silent prayer. Inage and I begin to discuss the weight of immortality that I carry.
"Learning of her passing while I was still travelling around the world felt like she never got to say goodbye," I admit, the old pain resurfacing. "Considering I've done so many terrible things in the ring, and as a bounty hunter I would've been unwelcome here had she not seen past the blood on my hands. I've killed even the evilest kinds of people in my life, even if they deserved it, and I ended up becoming the same monster I'm fighting against."
Inage's eyes, wise beyond measure, study me carefully. "So you wished to live like a normal person?" she asks, her voice gentle but probing. "Even if you wanted to die, who will miss you? You should know better how to cherish your life, no matter how long or short it is."
Her words strike a chord, and I find myself opening up further. "I only had an Incubus friend. He was the only person who has been around me even at the lowest point of my life. My former rival, T.J. Moskowitz was the first human who became my best friend. His retirement from MMA felt like he didn't have a proper sendoff."
The pain of that memory leads me to another, even more raw. I recall the aftermath of Setsuna's burial, when I was alone and Rin found me. The words I had cried out to her still make me wince. "I'm a fucking mess, Rin! I should've died a long time ago!"
It was a perfect storm of anguish – PTSD from World War II combined with the existential dread of watching loved ones age and die while I remained unchanged. Even as a legendary fighter, I was brought low by these demons, and it was Rin who pulled me back from the brink.
But it was during the Ceremonial Atonement, facing down impossible odds and confronting the ghosts of my past, that I found my answer. Four simple words that changed everything: "I want to live!"
As I share this with Inage, I see a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. She nods slowly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "And now you do live, Wolfgang. You honor Setsuna's memory not just by visiting her grave, but by embracing the life she wished for you."
Her words settle over me like a warm blanket, comforting in their simple truth. We stand there a moment longer, the silence between us filled with unspoken understanding.
I tapped into my smartwatch's weapon app, and a circle of weapons in translucent, ethereal form surrounded me. My hands instinctively found their way to the Royal Aegis, the weight of the shield comforting and familiar. Behind it, the Wilhelmus blade lay dormant, ready to be called upon if needed. The Dutch royal weapons, a symbol of my newfound purpose and responsibility, gleamed in the soft cemetery light.
Inage's keen eyes didn't miss a detail. She studied the weapons with a mixture of curiosity and respect before speaking, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"I assume the queen of the Netherlands delivered those Royal Knight weapons to you."
I nodded, running my fingers along the intricate engravings on the shield. "Yeah, she did. It was... quite the ceremony, actually." I paused, memories of that day flooding back. "At first, I was hesitant to accept them. The responsibility they represent... it's not something to be taken lightly."
Inage raised an eyebrow, silently encouraging me to continue.
"It's not just about the oath we swear to the queen," I explained, my voice growing more serious. "It's about becoming defenders of the weak, not judge, jury, and executioner. That's a fine line to walk, especially given my past."
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "But then I realized... these weapons, this role, it gives me a purpose. A chance to preserve this world, despite all the cruel hardships it brings to people. The Ceremonial Atonement taught me that."
Inage nodded sagely, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "Redemption is never an easy path, boy", she murmured.
"Exactly," I agreed. "To achieve redemption, one must understand pain and sorrow, count their own sins, and accept their past. Only then can you truly become a paladin." I gestured to myself, a half-smile playing on my lips. "And that's what I've become now - an ascended demon, walking the path of good and righteousness. A symbol, I hope, of emancipation and peaceful co-existence between humanity and demonkind."
The old lady's eyes twinkled with approval. "You've come a long way, Wolfgang," she said softly. "You've surpassed even the most powerful Hell Knights in the demon realm. It's a testament that even a creature of the night like yourself can embrace both light and darkness."
Her words warmed me, but also stirred a familiar unease. "I'll only use my Royal Knight powers to protect those who cannot protect themselves," I vowed, more to myself than to Inage. "Not to cast judgment upon others. That's not my place."
Inage reached out, patting my arm gently. "Setsuna would be proud of you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't lose sight of who you are as a person. Even the younger Taimanins will look up to you, despite your imperfections. Perhaps even because of them."
I felt a lump form in my throat at the mention of Setsuna. Swallowing hard, I managed a nod of gratitude.
Then, with a final bow to Setsuna's grave, we begin the walk back through the cemetery, each lost in our own thoughts but somehow more connected than before.
On my way back to my Mercedes, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions after our visit to Setsuna's grave. As I approached the car, I noticed Inage following close behind. She gestured towards the passenger seat, indicating her desire to join me for the ride back to Gosha.
Before getting in, Inage paused, reaching into her pocket to pull out her signature pipe. With practiced ease, she lit it and took a deep drag. As she exhaled, a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke enveloped her. I watched in fascination as her form shimmered and transformed. The wrinkles smoothed out, her hunched posture straightened, and in moments, the attractive and curvy Natsu stood before me.
"Mind if I catch a ride?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
I nodded, still marveling at the transformation. "Of course, hop in."
As we settled into the car and began our journey back to Gosha, I couldn't help but steal glances at Natsu. The juxtaposition of her youthful appearance with the wisdom in her eyes was striking.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Natsu turned to me with curiosity. "Tell me, Wolfgang, how exactly do the Royal Knights work within the Dutch royal family? I've heard rumors, but I'd love to hear it from someone on the inside."
I smiled, recalling the events that led to my involvement. "It's quite a story, actually. It all started a few years ago during the Queen's state visit to Japan."
As we drove through the winding roads, I recounted the tale. "Some misguided individuals attempted to attack Hare Majestait - Her Majesty, that is. Fortunately, a group of Taimanin thwarted the assassination attempt. The Queen was not only grateful but fascinated by their skills and dedication."
Natsu nodded, encouraging me to continue.
"After the incident, she had some discussions with Grandpa Yamamoto. Next thing I knew, I was called in to help train the royal guards. My incubus friend Ambrose also lent a hand in disciplining the guards. That's where I found myself playing the role of a founding mentor to the order of the Dutch elite guard, and by extension, the Royal Knights of Wilhelmus."
"Fascinating," Natsu remarked. "How many knights are currently active in the Netherlands?"
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, doing a quick mental count. "There are 11 official knights. Well, now 12, since I've been made an honorary knight. Each Royal Knight is given a title based on the genus name of an animal. For instance, I go by the title Paladinus Lupus, from 'canis lupus' - the wolf."
"And the others?" Natsu prompted, clearly intrigued.
"Let's see," I began, recalling each knight's epithet. "We have Trypox, named after the Japanese rhinoceros beetle. Aquila, the eagle. Xiphias, the swordfish. Bubalus, the buffalo. Anisop, the dragonfly. Acino, the cheetah. Elephas, the elephant. Cervus, the deer. Desmod, the bat. And Dynast, the Hercules beetle."
Natsu's brow furrowed slightly. "That's only ten. What about the 11th knight?"
A small smile played on my lips. "Ah, the 11th Royal Knight. That would be none other than Queen Mariane Catherine herself. Her epithet is Paladinus Reginae Leo - the Lion Queen. She holds absolute power and authority over the other knights."
I paused, considering the weight of that statement. "It's quite remarkable, really. The Royal Knights operate similarly to the Taimanin, and in that sense, Her Majesty's role isn't dissimilar to that of the Almighty Taimanin herself, Asagi Igawa."
Natsu leaned back in her seat, processing this information. "It's an interesting parallel," she mused. "Both organizations dedicated to protecting their people, led by powerful men and women."
As we continued our drive back to Gosha, the conversation drifted to other topics, but I couldn't help but reflect on the responsibility that came with being a Royal Knight. It was a duty I took seriously, a chance to use my unique abilities for the greater good. And as I glanced at Natsu, I was reminded of the complex world we lived in - where ancient beings could look young, where demons could be heroes, and where the line between protector and warrior was often blurred.
As I navigated the winding roads back to the village, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. The visit to Setsuna's grave, the conversation with Natsu, and now the anticipation of seeing my old friend Ambrose. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the landscape as I pulled up to Inageya.
Natsu, still in her youthful form, stepped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Wolfgang," she said with a smile. "Take care on your way to Maesaki."
I nodded, watching her disappear into her shop before setting off again. The roads were fairly empty as I drove towards Maesaki City, my Mercedes purring smoothly beneath me. I found myself talking aloud, as if to an unseen passenger.
"Ambrose has just bought a villa somewhere in Maesaki," I explained to the empty seat beside me. "He's moving from Flame End, the home of the Succubus and Incubus faction in the demon realm. Wants to be closer to Gosha, I guess. So he can find me when he needs me. That's Ambrose for you - always thinking ahead."
I couldn't help but smile. Ambrose had been my first true friend, long before I'd made connections with others. His decision to move closer was touching, a testament to our enduring friendship.
Maesaki City came into view sooner than I expected. It was a small city, but significantly more urban than Gosha. Usually, it would take about three hours to reach by bus or train, but in my Mercedes, the journey was cut down to a swift 30 minutes.
"Hell," I muttered to myself, "in a Porsche, Ferrari, or even an Aston Martin, you'd make it here before you could even think about spending 200 yen on a bus fare."
I navigated through the city streets, following the directions Ambrose had given me. His new villa was in a quieter part of town, set back from the main roads. As I pulled up, I immediately spotted Ambrose's Lamborghini Revuelto parked in the garage. Not wanting to block the driveway, I parked my Mercedes across the street.
As I stepped out of the car, stretching my legs after the drive, I was caught off guard by two familiar faces.
"What's crackin' uce?" T.J.'s booming voice rang out. My Samoan friend from San Diego, and former rival no less, approached with a wide grin. We shared a high-five, the slap echoing in the quiet street. "I think you've been doing great with the ninjas in Gosha."
Gina stood beside him, offering a small wave and a smile.
"Yeah, better than ever," I replied, keeping my tone light despite the weight of the day's earlier visit. "I just had to pay a visit to an old friend's gravestone." I didn't elaborate, not wanting to dampen the mood. "It's a fair gig in addition to doing my usual job as a bounty hunter."
Before we could continue our conversation, the villa's front door swung open, and out stepped Ambrose. As flamboyant as ever with his signature violet pompadour and bouquet-like longcoat, he bounded down the steps and engulfed me in a bear hug.
"Wolffy, mi hermano! Welcome to our new home!" His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself grinning despite my earlier somber mood.
"You sure made the right call to live in an urbanized location close to Gosha," I said, patting him on the back. "I reckon it really hurts to be distant between two friends."
As Ambrose released me from the hug, I noticed more familiar faces emerging from the villa. Old man Georgios, Ambrose's butler, stood in the doorway. He'd been a Hell Knight serving under grandpa Kamadeva, the original Phantom Lord of the Incubus Faction before Kuroi took over. In many ways, Georgios had been the closest thing to a father figure I'd ever had during my visits to Ambrose's mansions in Flame End. He was the one who had introduced me to alchemy and encouraged me to practice martial arts in the human realm.
Behind Georgios, I spotted Ambrose's two little succubi sisters, Liscia and Alv. Liscia, the textbook succubus, had always intrigued me with her ability to absorb energy from people's dreams without harming them. Despite her nature, she had a soft spot for romantic relationships that set her apart from other 'sex fiends'. Alv, on the other hand, was as bright and immature as ever. She tried so hard to be sophisticated like her big brother but often fell short, her self-centered nature shining through.
I was relieved to see that Morrigan (no, not that Darkstalkers character), Ambrose's loose cannon of a brother, was nowhere in sight. With his bizarre fashion sense reminiscent of Soulcalibur's Voldo and his twisted view of beauty centered around violence in its purest form. Morrigan and I had never seen eye to eye. Our rivalry had been personal and intense, a stark contrast to the respect and admiration I'd eventually earned from Liscia and Alv.
As I took in the scene before me - Ambrose, his sisters, and old man Georgios gathered at the entrance of their new home - I felt a warmth spread through my chest. This was family, in its own strange, demonic way.
[From Rin's viewpoint]
Another day at work, another day of hardships for a substitute teacher and a Taimanin. As I returned home and opened the door to our shared apartment, I was greeted by silence. Wolfgang wasn't here yet, probably still visiting Ambrose's new residence in Maesaki City with Georgina. The empty space felt a little lonely, but I pushed the feeling aside and focused on my tasks.
Being a Taimanin is demanding enough, but coupling that with my role as a substitute teacher makes for an exhausting schedule. I pride myself on being a dedicated educator, taking my classes and student training very seriously. Some might call me strict, but I believe in pushing my students to their fullest potential. It's the only way they'll truly learn and grow.
As I settled into my evening routine, my thoughts drifted to Wolfgang. I felt a surge of gratitude knowing he had visited my mother's grave earlier today. It meant a lot to me, especially since he was one of the few people close to my mother's heart before she passed. A small smile played on my lips as I remembered how much my mother had adored him.
Then, a thought struck me - Inage-san had been there with him. My face flushed, a brief moment of jealousy flaring up before I quickly tamped it down. Wolfgang isn't the type to pursue other women, I reminded myself. Still, I couldn't help but recall how easily some women are drawn to his... unique qualities. I felt my own face grow warm as I thought about his intensity, his raw power. The way his eyes gleam when he's in the heat of battle... I shook my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.
I moved to the kitchen, my stomach growling in protest of the long day. As I prepared a simple dinner for myself, I spread out some paperwork on the counter. Multitasking had become second nature to me by now. Between bites of my meal, I found myself chuckling as I remembered Fuuma's latest antics. The boy had skipped training again, and I had been tempted to punish him as I had once before. But I'd restrained myself, knowing I'd already crossed a line previously.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind - what if Wolfgang or Georgina had been training him instead? I could almost picture Georgina's no-nonsense approach, possibly involving a swift kick to a very sensitive area. The mental image was so absurd that I couldn't help but laugh out loud, the sound echoing around my mansion. It was a bit mortifying to imagine, especially considering Wolfgang's tendency to be a loose cannon.
As I finished my dinner and the last of the paperwork, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I gathered up the quiz papers I'd been grading, satisfied with the progress I'd made. My body ached from the long day, my muscles tense from hours of training and teaching.
"Time for a warm bath," I murmured to myself, already looking forward to the relaxation it would bring.
I placed my used clothing into a basket, feeling the cool air against my bare skin as I stood wrapped only in a towel. The bathroom mirror reflected my tired but determined face, a reminder of the long day behind me and the moment of relaxation ahead.
As I approached the shower, my mind wandered to Wolfgang's peculiar habit of breaking the fourth wall. His references to real-world events and pop culture often left me bewildered, as if he was privy to some cosmic joke the rest of us couldn't understand. I shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips at the memory of his latest quip about some movie franchise I'd never heard of.
Standing before the glass door, I hesitated for a moment. An odd sensation washed over me, as if I was being watched by an unseen presence. It wasn't threatening, more... curious. Playful, even. I decided to indulge this feeling, speaking aloud to the empty bathroom:
"If you happen to be in Wolfgang's shoes, would you enjoy watching a woman taking a bath and then touching herself?" I paused, a mischievous glint in my eye. "In that case, you're in for a big surprise."
With that, I let my towel drop to the floor and stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind me. The warm water cascaded over my body, washing away the day's tensions. I tilted my head back, letting the water run through my hair and down my back, savoring the sensation.
After a few moments, I turned off the water and reached for the soap. As I lathered my body, my hands lingering over my curves, I couldn't shake the feeling of being observed. It wasn't unpleasant; rather, it sent a thrill through me. I decided to put on a little show for this imaginary audience.
Pressing my breasts against the steamy glass, I made an exaggerated lewd face, my lips parted slightly. I planted a kiss on the glass, leaving a perfect imprint of my lips, before exhaling slowly, my breath fogging up the surface even more.
The urge to pleasure myself grew stronger, impossible to resist. My fingers traced circles around my large areolae, teasing and tantalizing. The sensation sent shivers through my body, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. My nipples hardened under my touch, sensitive and yearning for more attention.
As I continued to caress myself, my other hand wandered lower, exploring the curves of my body. The steam from the hot water added to the sensual atmosphere, fogging up the glass walls of the shower. Erotic sounds echoed around me, my moans growing louder as I surrendered to the pleasure.
Feeling the need to rinse off, I turned the water back on. The warm cascade washed away the soap from my skin, leaving me feeling clean and invigorated. But the desire still burned within me, urging me to continue my little show for my imaginary audience.
Once again, I pressed my body against the steamy glass. This time, I didn't just lean – I rubbed my entire body against it, leaving imprints of my curves on the foggy surface. The cool glass contrasted deliciously with my heated skin, eliciting another moan from my lips.
Feeling particularly daring, I made a 'come here' gesture with my index finger, as if to entice this unseen presence closer. My eyes, half-lidded with desire, gazed suggestively at where I imagined my mysterious observer might be. I planted another kiss on the glass, leaving a perfect imprint of my lips.
As I pulled back slightly, I exhaled slowly, my breath creating new patterns in the condensation on the glass. The steam swirled around me, adding to the dreamlike quality of the moment. I trailed my fingers down the glass, leaving streaks in their wake, imagining they were tracing the outline of my unseen watcher.
My heart raced with excitement, the thrill of this imaginary exhibition adding to my arousal. I let my hands wander over my body once more, putting on a show for my phantom audience. Every touch, every caress was amplified by the knowledge that I might be watched, desired, admired.
As the steam continued to build, I lost myself in the sensations, my imagination running wild with thoughts of who might be observing me. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of my pleasure, my breathless gasps and moans echoing off the tile and glass walls.
[From Wolfgang's viewpoint]
I wiped the foggy steam off the camera lens, chuckling to myself as I turned to address our unseen audience. The karaoke room was alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of off-key singing.
"Jesus Christ," I laughed, shaking my head even as T.J., Gina, and Ambrose's sisters glanced over curiously. "I really wish I didn't want to unsee that! Let me know what you think by reviewing the chapter."
Knowing full well that the scene we'd just witnessed was a prelude to my current situation, I couldn't help but push the envelope a bit further. "So, how did it feel seeing Rin in the shower? I bet a few of you had a boner or two, eh? Normally, fourth wall breaks are my hobby, but that one really took the cake!"
T.J.'s voice cut through my musings, snapping me back to reality. "Like you've broken the fourth wall a thousand times, uce!"
I shrugged, a wry smile playing on my lips. "To be honest, I've already lost count. I'm no Deadpool or She-Hulk, but I do have my consistency when it comes to going meta."
The karaoke night was in full swing now, the air filled with laughter and off-key singing. I was enjoying myself, surrounded by friends and the warmth of good company. It was a welcome respite from the chaos that often defined our lives.
Suddenly, Liscia's voice piped up, her curious eyes fixed on me. "Hey, Uncle Wolffy. Were you actually dating a Taimanin? You've been having fantasies of her in a shower..." Her succubus powers were clearly at work, seeing through the layers of my relationship with Rin.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I managed to keep my cool. "Kid, don't say it out loud," I chuckled, trying to downplay the situation. "Yeah, I did date a Taimanin. But that's a private matter. Even your big brother knows it."
As the night wore on, I found myself growing increasingly restless. The thought of Rin waiting at home, possibly worried about my whereabouts, began to gnaw at me. It was time to call it a night.
I approached Ambrose, clapping him on the shoulder. "Hey, mate. I better head back to Rin," I said, my voice tinged with both regret at leaving and eagerness to return home. "She might be worried sick."
Ambrose nodded understandingly, a knowing smile on his face. "Okay, be careful, mon amie. Au revoir," he replied as we exchanged our customary high five.
I made my way to the parking lot, the cool night air a refreshing change from the stuffy karaoke room. My Mercedes gleamed under the streetlights, a sleek shadow against the darkness. As I slid into the driver's seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in my chest.
The drive home was uneventful, the city streets nearly empty at this late hour. My mind wandered to Rin, wondering if she was still awake, if she'd had a good day. Before I knew it, I was pulling into the garage of her mansion.
I killed the engine and sat for a moment, gathering my thoughts. The house was dark and quiet as I made my way inside, using my duplicate key to unlock the door. The familiar scent of home washed over me as I stepped in, immediately putting me at ease.
Locking the door behind me, I moved quietly through the house, not wanting to disturb Rin if she was already asleep. As I entered the bedroom, I saw her form under the covers, her breathing deep and even. A wave of affection washed over me as I watched her sleep, peaceful and unguarded.
Realizing I probably reeked of cigarette smoke and alcohol back in Ambrose's villa, I decided a quick shower was in order before joining her. As I headed to the bathroom, I couldn't help but recall the earlier scene of Rin in the shower. A mischievous grin spread across my face as I wondered if I should put on a similar show for our unseen audience.
But no, some things were better kept private. With a quiet chuckle, I closed the bathroom door behind me, looking forward to washing away the night and curling up next to Rin for a well-deserved rest.