Long time, huh? I know, it's been a while, but as I mentioned before, we would meet again in 2025. I know it's late, but I want to take this opportunity to wish you all the best. I truly hope that this year all your dreams and goals come true, just as I will strive to achieve mine. May this new chapter of our lives bring us everything we've been searching for, and may we continue to grow and improve every day. Let's give it our all in 2025!
Reviews
Guest: "Goddamn it, Gump, you're a goddamn genius! That's the best answer I ever heard. Your IQ must be 160. You're a goddamn marvel."
Some1call4MR-E: By this point, many already know that Mr. Broccoli was the one who caused the mess, right? What more could I add? We have a meme in Latin America called "esencia," that means "essence" although I have no idea why the hell they named it that, but well, people have their weird ways of popularizing things. Anyway, at this point, all I can say is that you'll have to wait to see how Mr. Broccoli turned the DxD world upside down.
Saitama1155: You hit the nail on the head, my friend.
CRUDEN: 👍
Danish78: Certainly, Trunks is going through a difficult process. The story focuses on redemption, and at this point, Trunks feels like a failure and miserable because he couldn't protect anyone. That's part of the magic of the process: being a master even with all those personal issues. (Can you imagine Gluttony and Lust in person? They'd be the dynamic duo) HAHAHA. Anyway, the fact that he keeps moving forward despite his failures is what makes him strong and a good example for others, even though he doesn't see it that way yet.
As for Serafall, you'll soon understand why she acts this way. Only two or three more chapters until everything becomes clear.
Honestly, I hadn't thought of Buddha or other mythological characters representing spirituality and wisdom, but your idea seemed great. In fact, thanks to it, I thought of creating a character just as strong for the heroes' faction, even though Is not tied to them. If you manage to identify who is descended from, I could add the character or write a special chapter with whatever you want or anything else you come up with (except for a multiverse crossover).
I appreciate you reading, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 17: Under the Starry Sky
Cold, so cold...
An enigmatic figure stood at the top of a cliff, surrounded by snow-covered mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see. The icy wind whipped against his face, carrying with it the fury of the storm, but he remained unmoved, as if the cold had no power over him. His figure, wrapped in a dark cloak that fluttered in the wind, stood out against the gray and white of the landscape. His green eyes gazed at the horizon with a disturbing serenity, as if he were contemplating something beyond the cold expanse before him.
This enigmatic being is one of the most fundamental entities in Norse mythology, the ultimate antagonist whose existence is marked by a dark destiny. His arrival was destined to unleash a wave of misery and suffering, bringing destruction wherever he set foot. The very incarnation of chaos and fatality.
"Loki"
The god of deceit was not a being who needed the warmth of a home or the comfort of a shelter; the extreme weather, the endless storm, were mere trivialities to him, things that didn't even deserve his attention. For Loki, nature itself was just another game in which he could intervene if he wanted to, an illusion he could manipulate at will.
An enigmatic smile reflected on his face, as if he were enjoying some hidden thought, one that no one else could understand. The stillness of his posture, the calm with which he observed the frozen world around him, contrasted with the internal turbulence he himself generated in the threads of fate.
"I see you've completed my task satisfactorily," the deity responded as if pleased, hearing light footsteps approaching from behind him. "Seems like it took you less time than expected. That's what I call professionalism and efficiency…"
A dwarf, of short stature and gaunt appearance, walked slowly, as if each movement cost him more than it should.
He wore a black velvet cloak, embroidered with golden threads that faintly glowed in the stormlight, and a silver belt adorned with dark gems that emitted a faint, almost ghostly glow. But what truly caught the eye was his face: wrinkled and scarred, as if he had been through countless battles, but also as if death itself was lurking in his breath.
His skin was very pale, and his eyes were sunken into their sockets, reflecting a dim light, as if life itself were fading from him. His beard, which in better times had been thick and well-kept, now hung in disarray, with strands of gray and white intertwined, some falling in fine threads that gave the impression he could crumble with the slightest touch.
Despite his emaciated appearance, his bearing retained an air of dignity, as if his soul still held the nobility that his clothes reflected.
"Let's forget the formalities and the false respect," the dwarf responded without being the least bit offended, but with much disdain in his words. "You know as well as I do that to your eyes, I'm little more than garbage, so stop trying to be polite."
The god laughed at the dwarf's blunt response; he wasn't wrong, the dwarf was speaking nothing but the truth.
"First time we agree on something, you decrepit old man," Loki replied sharply, trying to humiliate the frail being in front of him as much as possible. "And I must remind you that everything you've done in your miserable life has been unworthy of respect."
The dwarf showed no reaction to Loki's words. His face remained expressionless, as if he were used to the insults and mockery not only from the god in question but from many beings throughout the eons. There was no anger in his gaze, only a disturbing calm that seemed to defy the very nature of the god.
"Respect is a concept that's prostituted nowadays," the dwarf said in a raspy voice. "It's very hard to earn with heroic actions and countless sacrifices, and often, you fail. Although some charlatans have earned it much more easily through empty speeches and worthless words. It's funny if you look at it that way."
Loki raised an eyebrow, his gaze reflecting a mix of curiosity and skepticism. The dwarf spoke as if he had more than just a simple perspective on life, as if the scars on his body were only a small sample of the vast darkness he harbored in his soul.
But he was an inferior being, after all; what he thought and felt mattered little to Loki.
"Interesting, your theory, very interesting…" Loki murmured, showing absolute disinterest in the dwarf's words. "Though I'd rather hear your stupid and fanciful philosophy, worthy of a nobody who thinks he's more than he is. I'm afraid I have much more important matters to attend to." After saying these words, Loki extended his hand impatiently. "Well? Can I see the fruits of your work?"
The dwarf took a mysterious box from his elegant attire. The box was made of furs and other materials of unknown origin. Loki took it calmly and unwrapped it patiently, a mad smile appearing on his face as he saw the contents. It was exactly what he had hoped to obtain. A power so immense that even Asgard feared it.
Inside, a blue box and a golden ring. The latter artifact was undoubtedly the most dangerous of all. Loki took it between his fingers, admiring it with a mix of fascination and disdain. It was beautiful, yes, but at the same time, so malevolent. A true work of art, glowing with its own light, despite the lack of sun or stars. It overflowed with dark, immense, and dangerous energy. This was the power he needed to fulfill his destiny.
"These are the most dangerous artifacts I've created in all my centuries of existence," the being said with an unsettling calmness in his voice. "They are powerful, majestic, and, above all, evil. Worthy of someone like you."
Loki looked at the golden ring with a mad smile, as if the power emanating from it began to satisfy an insatiable need deep within his being. It was not a simple object; it was the tangible manifestation of everything he had longed for.
"Absolute power, uncontrollable chaos, and an unstoppable force that not even the gods of Asgard could stand against."
The god of deception didn't need words to understand what the artifact represented. The magic flowing from it was like an unstoppable and destructive underground current, a step closer to his ambition. He appeared ecstatic, as if the ring whispered promises of destruction, change, and a new order in which Loki would be the architect of everything that existed.
The god of deception turned the ring between his fingers, letting the dark light and negative energy surrounding it envelop him. It was, in his own words, a masterpiece. The inferior and valueless beings, from time to time, could show great feats like this.
"Dignified for someone like me, you say..." Loki murmured sarcastically, mocking the dwarf once again. "And what do you know about what I'm capable of, dwarf? This power... is something beyond what your primitive mind can comprehend. Can't you see? It is the prelude to what I've been searching for so tirelessly, the key to my destiny that has been denied to me for millennia."
The dwarf showed no change in expression. He seemed completely indifferent to the emotion Loki was overflowing with, as if he had already anticipated the god's words and considered them little more than a foolish rant from a spoiled brat.
"Don't be mistaken, Loki, a power like that doesn't come for free. No one can control what they don't fully understand. And even if you think you've found the solution to all your problems and believe you've found the ambrosia for your twisted desires, the chaos you wish to invoke is not something you can direct at your will."
The god let out a dry laugh.
"I know how to handle my destiny, old man, you can save your moral lessons," the god said, casually placing the box and ring into a circular seal. "Still, I must admit, despite being a pathetic being, you've done a spectacular job. Dignified for a blacksmith of your caliber."
The dwarf, with his impassive face, replied with a calmness that only a being of his nature could possess.
"Accepting your compliments would make me lose what little dignity I have left," he exhaled a vast breath of cold air before coughing slightly and continuing. "If there's nothing else I can do for you, I'll retire to my forge. I wouldn't mind a little warmth."
Loki watched him with amusement, enjoying the crude and indifferent way the dwarf responded. He was certainly a curious being, and although he had been useful, Loki no longer needed him.
Before summoning him here, the god of deception had woven a meticulous plan to dispose of him and erase all evidence of his existence.
With terrifying calmness, Loki began to trace the threads of his intricate strategy. His gaze shifted toward the horizon, where Heimdall stood watch. He knew he couldn't allow the Bifrost guardian to detect what was about to happen. With a subtle gesture, the god raised an invisible barrier, a wall of energy that quickly expanded around the dwarf, trapping him in a field from which he wouldn't be able to escape.
Loki watched as the dwarf began to realize something was wrong. The moment the environment distorted with ripples, like stones falling into a pond, but it was already too late. The god of deception had ensured everything would remain in absolute silence, with no witnesses or traces. He wouldn't allow anything to remain behind, no remnants that could shake his plans. This time, there would be no margin for error.
"If you're about to do what I think you're going to do, let me tell you something, little giant," the dwarf responded, still facing away with a slow, deliberate voice. "It would be the stupidest decision, and certainly not in line with your level."
Loki stopped abruptly. His eyes widened in complete disbelief, as if the dwarf's words had struck a chord he hadn't anticipated. For a moment, the god of deception stood still, abandoning his futile assassination attempt.
"So, you knew, huh?" Loki asked, his tone barely hiding the amusement but also tinged with surprise. He hadn't expected the damn dwarf to be so perceptive.
The dwarf was still facing away, despite knowing the delicate situation he was in, and he showed no sign of fear.
"I had my suspicions," the dwarf replied, with such calmness that it seemed like it didn't surprise him in the least. "Why would you summon me to the most secluded part of Nilfheim, specifically where the mist of Ivaldi (1) permeates everything in its path?" The dwarf listed all the possible clues with his fingers. "The dense and oppressive atmosphere, this place, so remote, so desolate... it was too obvious not to notice." The dwarf enjoyed leaving the god in silence, now delivering a blow that would wound his pride. "Seems like you've lost your touch, god of deception."
Loki was speechless. The damn dwarf had discovered his plan, and he couldn't understand how that had happened when he had been so careful in planning everything.
"What do I see here?" The dwarf continued, as if he had just discovered something fascinating. "A special seal of 128 tetragrams? You really took your time, it seems you didn't want Heimdall to see you, that makes me think I'm not just an insignificant being as you claimed." The dwarf slowly turned around, and for the first time, a mocking smile appeared on his face. The expression was as cruel as it was knowing. "You seem shocked and confused, as if you're looking for answers." Loki could only grunt under his breath. "Alright, I'll tell you. The objects I've crafted are tied to my life."
Loki's eyes widened in disbelief, his face paled slightly as he understood what the dwarf was implying.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"As you hear it, god of deception," the dwarf responded once again. "They are all linked, every single one of them. Touch one of my graying and careless beards, and goodbye to your twisted dreams and stupid ambitions."
The air between them grew tense, and the god of deception stood still, his mind processing the new reality before him. The dwarf had not only anticipated his moves, but seemed to have total control of the situation. The god of deception had received a dose of his own medicine.
"It won't help if you capture my soul either. If you want your trinkets to work, I must be alive and unharmed," the dwarf calmly replied, snapping his fingers. Instantly, a high-level barrier materialized in front of him, covered with intricate engravings that glowed with palpable energy. The barrier was so dense it seemed to absorb light itself, as if it were a reflection of the darkness surrounding his being. "I took the liberty of creating this little insurance policy, because I knew from the beginning who I was dealing with."
Boooooom!
A violent roar shook the air, and an immense power exploded throughout the place, causing the storm's wind to veer violently and Loki's clothes to flap as if being dragged by an enormous force. Loki was furious, yet the dwarf remained unperturbed, as if the chaos around him were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"Is something wrong, Loki?" the dwarf asked with his usual calm, as if he weren't standing before someone capable of disintegrating him with a single thought, but rather before a spoiled child who had been denied his treat. "You seem tense and upset."
Loki clenched his fists so tightly that his palms began to bleed, but realizing he was getting nowhere, he took a deep breath to calm his thoughts. Gradually, his uncontrollable power began to stabilize, and calm returned to the place.
"If you knew I was going to do that, why the hell did you help me?" the god asked with genuine curiosity.
The dwarf sighed and looked at his gloved hands, not removing his gaze from them as if carefully choosing the words he was about to say.
"I'm dying," the dwarf informed, and the words caused brief but noticeable astonishment in the Nordic god. "A disease is consuming my life. I've consulted with saints, sorcerers, doctors from the Nine Realms, even from other factions, and they all came to the same conclusion: there is no cure."
The situation was absurdly picturesque, as if it were a bad joke. So that was the reason the old man decided to help him?
"Oh? I see," Loki responded with a crooked smile, enjoying the irony of the moment. "So your idea is for me to help you cure it?"
The dwarf looked at him in disbelief, as if not believing the words he had just heard, then laughed heartily. He almost started rolling on the floor.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" the dwarf wiped a tear from his eye due to laughter. "No one has been able to cure me, not even high-level gods. What makes you think your poor skills would be useful in helping me?"
Loki snorted indignantly. The damn dwarf could afford to act clever with him without consequences. He wanted to kill him, but unfortunately, he needed those objects to fulfill his destiny and ambition.
"So what do you fucking want?" Loki asked, maintaining his calm, though his eyes reflected the anger within him.
The dwarf stared at him intently, and without answering immediately, began to approach him. Loki didn't understand what this creature was trying to achieve, but it didn't seem to matter much until he heard what the dwarf had to say.
"I want to go out in a historical way!" the dying dwarf exclaimed with vigor, his voice resonating powerfully as he raised his arms and let the cold breeze hit his face, as if saying such a thing lifted a huge weight off his shoulders. "I don't want this disease to consume me just like that. I don't want to die in such a miserable way. I want to go out on my own terms, to die in an event so important that it echoes through all the existing worlds. To be a legend, a myth that will be talked about for centuries, millennia. And there is only one thing that could give me all of that."
Loki, initially confused, soon understood where the dwarf was going. His face hardened, and his tone became cold and cutting. He had figured it out.
"The Ragnarök," Loki muttered, finally understanding the dwarf's intentions, "DAMN BASTARD OLD MAN! THAT EVENT IS MY GLORY, MY CANONIC EVENT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!
"AND YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!" the dwarf replied with the same tone of voice that Loki used, "what must happen will happen whether you like it or not. "So I recommend you not to think too much about it and make the preparations you have to make for the Ragnarök to take place, I will gladly help you in everything you require despite your futile and creeping attempt of murder against me," he replied with a mocking smile and with a nonchalant gesture he added. "Now, if you don't mind, would you do me the favor of removing your crappy barrier?"
Loki gritted his teeth hard, feeling the fury burning inside him. He snapped his fingers with a sharp gesture, and the barrier he had erected around his being began to slowly fade, as if absorbed by the very darkness that enveloped the place. With each passing second, the dwarf's arrogance continued to echo in his mind, and that feeling of being outclassed irritated him more than anything else.
Yet, despite the rage that consumed him, he couldn't help but recognize that the dwarf, in his self-centered clarity, was right. There was much more at stake, and if what the old man said was true, it could be useful to him and cause him to create more contraptions as appropriate. Ragnarök was an event of universal magnitude, a cosmic storm that could change everything.
Let the wretch get the end he thinks he deserves, maybe then he'll get to do something relevant in his pathetic, insignificant life.
"I'm pretty sure that in the future no one gives a shit about your story"
After hearing the pitiful words of spite from the god, the dwarf gave him a last defiant look and then turned and began to walk back to where he had come from, slowly disappearing into the merciless icy winds of the place.
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Trunks had been sitting for hours in the same spot, near the majestic palace of Odin. The stillness of the place enveloped him, while the cool breeze caressed his face and played with his hair. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, although his mind was lost in thought.
Three days had passed since that unfortunate encounter with Serafall.
Sometimes, he interrupted his isolation to eat in Valhalla when he was too hungry, only to return to the same spot afterward, as if the place offered a silent comfort he couldn't find anywhere else. During his brief appearances in Valhalla, many of the warriors gathered there noticed the abrupt change in him, which caused growing concern. Some tried to cheer him up, but Trunks responded with evasive phrases, assuring them he was fine, although his tone and attitude didn't reflect it.
Once he finished eating, he returned to the spot until the early hours of the morning, before finally heading back to his room, where the unease still accompanied him.
Now, the sunset in the valley was different. The sun began to hide behind the hills, tinting the sky with orange hues, while the stars remained hidden behind a blanket of clouds. A light mist spread between the hills, enveloping the landscape in an ethereal air. The cold wind descended from the nearby mountains, whispering through the trees and caressing the grass. The murmur of a nearby river mixed with the occasional song of some crickets, adding a melancholic serenity to the place.
"I see you enjoy contemplating our landscapes."
Trunks immediately recognized the voice speaking to him. He lifted his tired and empty gaze to find the mother goddess. Although he didn't show it, her presence offered him a small comfort, a sense of calm amidst the internal storm that tormented him at that moment.
"Do you mind if I sit with you and contemplate it?" the goddess asked softly, offering the future warrior a gentle smile.
Without saying a word, the Saiyan moved slightly to allow Frigg to sit beside him.
"It's not necessary for you to be here," Trunks murmured after a few minutes of silence, keeping his gaze lost on the horizon. His eyes saw no further than the mist that spread before him, as if everything around him were shrouded in an emotional fog that he couldn't clear.
"My dear Trunks," the goddess responded gently, her voice as soft as the whisper of the wind between the trees, "sometimes, all we need is someone to be by our side, even if we don't say anything."
The young Saiyan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, feeling a mix of discomfort and gratitude. It wasn't easy for him to accept help, especially from someone like Frigg, who radiated a peace he couldn't comprehend. Trunks sighed, feeling how the goddess's words resonated deeply within him.
The pressure in his chest was unbearable, as if an invisible weight were crushing him from within, while guilt twisted inside him, refusing to leave him alone. He still remembered everything clearly: the looks filled with contempt, the whispers behind his back, the insults thrown at him. It was as if fate kept whispering to him that his existence was nothing but a mistake, that his mere presence in this world was the worst of sins.
But he certainly needed to vent, to have someone listen to him.
"I had never met her," he began, referring to Serafall, while clenching his fists on his knees. "From the start, she treated me as if I were her enemy. I don't understand what I did to deserve that. I barely exchanged words with her, and still, her reaction was... it was as if I were a monster."
The words seemed stuck in his chest, as if his throat were closed by the fear of being vulnerable, of showing weakness, for a warrior must never show weakness. But, to his relief, the goddess only watched him with tenderness, not judging or pressuring him. Her gaze didn't demand answers, wasn't inquisitive, it simply offered comfort and understanding.
"When I met her, she was very rude to me, as if she were implying that I would want to harm them or that I was seeking something in return for saving her sister and the other kids," suddenly the boy let out a slight laugh, "sarcastically, she offered me riches, territories, servants, mansions..."
"Frigg watched him in silence, looking at the young man solemnly, as if she could feel the sadness that the future warrior was experiencing at that moment.
"At first, I decided to let it go. I thought that if I ignored her sarcasms and vulgar remarks, she would eventually get bored, but that didn't happen. Seeing that her words didn't have the effect she was looking for, she became much less discreet. She went from out-of-place comments to insulting me and humiliating me in front of her subordinates, and even in front of her younger partner and sister. And when she saw that still didn't provoke the effect she wanted, she decided to resort to physical aggression. As if she were trying to make me lose my composure to show others that I am a VERY dangerous being."
Trunks took a deep breath, recalling the moment. He didn't want to relive that confrontation, but he knew he had to understand how to handle the situation.
"I think the best way to have handled all of this would have been to put a stop to it, tell her to stop insulting me. But for reasons I couldn't fully understand, I wanted to show her that I didn't intend to hurt her. I thought that would make her change her perception of me, so I didn't say anything and endured all her humiliations," the warrior sighed heavily. "I noticed how she looked at me like my mere presence disgusted her, as if I were the most disgusting or repulsive thing she had ever seen in her life. So, I decided to leave, not to cause her more distress... BUT IT TURNED OUT SHE FOLLOWED ME! SHE SEARCHED FOR ME EVERYWHERE!"
The goddess observed the dejected young man closely.
"If you truly hate someone, you wouldn't be looking for them, would you?"
Trunks, still confused, clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to hold on to something that would make sense of the situation.
"At the end, she looked at me as if I wanted to kill her..." His voice cracked, and a palpable despair was reflected in her face. H-her face... was one of genuine t-terror." With a trembling hand, she began to ruffle her hair, searching for answers she couldn't find. "I don't understand... I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
In a sudden impulse, Trunks moved closer to the goddess, urgently grabbing her by the shoulders. Frigg felt the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his confusion and pain. The young man looked at her as if expecting her to have all the answers, as if he were searching in her eyes for a way to understand the chaos overflowing inside him.
"What did I do to her?! Did I do something wrong?!" The desperation in his voice was palpable, and his gaze reflected the vulnerability he normally hid behind his stoic expression. "No matter how much I think about it, I can't fully understand it. Please... help me understand."
Frigg looked at Trunks with serene calmness, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding, as if she could see beyond the pain he carried inside. With a gentleness only a mother could convey, she placed her hands over Trunks' trembling ones.
"We can't always understand the actions of others," she said softly, almost like a whisper, but at the same time with wisdom. "Sometimes, people act out of fear, insecurity, or even wounds from the past that they themselves cannot understand."
The young Saiyan remained silent, Frigg's words sinking deeply into his heart, but the confusion remained, unresolved. He wanted to believe her, he wanted to find a way to accept that not everything depended on him, but the image of Serafall looking at him with disdain still lingered in his mind.
"B-but..."
"I want you to understand this very well, because I won't repeat it twice," the goddess interrupted him with a firm and clear voice. "Whatever is going on with Serafall, it's not your fault." Gently, she took Trunks' chin, guiding his face so he would look her in the eyes. "Do you understand? You don't have to carry that burden, and you don't have to endure humiliation."
"I... I'll try," he responded, now calmer, understanding Frigg's message.
It wasn't an uncomfortable or empty silence, but one full of understanding, as if the universe itself had paused to allow Trunks to process his thoughts. The light breeze that moved the leaves of the trees seemed to accompany that moment.
"U-um... Frigg-sama."
"What is it, dear?"
Trunks swallowed, though he seemed a little confused, unsure why he felt so nervous asking the goddess this question, even though he knew she was someone very understanding."
"How can I... How can I prove to Serafall that I'm not a threat?" He asked, feeling uncertain.
Frigg watched him with a deep gaze, as if she could see past his confusion and see the essence of what he really needed.
"You don't need to prove anything to her, Trunks," The goddess gently leaned into him and without a word, enveloped him in a motherly embrace, cradling him between her huge, fluffy breasts. "What matters is that you stay true to yourself. She will see the real you only when she can deal with her inner demons, and that is a fight she herself must fight"
"Trunks stood still, unsure how to react to the gesture. He wasn't used to that kind of contact, and for a moment, his body tensed like a spring ready to snap. However, little by little, the rigidity began to fade. He closed his eyes cautiously, allowing himself, for the first time in a long while, to let his guard down.
The warmth emanating from Frigg wasn't just physical; it seemed to envelop him like an invisible cloak, reminding him a lot of his mother. It was a strange feeling, almost unfamiliar to him, but at the same time, deeply comforting. For a moment, the warrior felt the weight on his chest lighten, as if the simple presence of the goddess could dissipate the shadows that tormented him.
Trunks sighed deeply as he gently pulled away from Frigg's embrace. Although a part of him wanted to stay in that warmth a little longer, he knew he had to maintain decorum. With an almost automatic gesture, he ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself, but the discomfort was still there. He wasn't used to that kind of closeness.
Not knowing how to react, he shifted his gaze toward the horizon, searching in the vastness of the landscape for something that would help him organize his thoughts. Despite everything, the warmth of Frigg's gesture had given him a momentary breath, as if the weight he carried had lightened, even if just a little.
"Thank you for your words, Frigg-sama," Trunks expressed his gratitude for the goddess's kindness, though his voice still carried a hint of vulnerability. "I think it's a bit late now, I... I would like to see Mai."
Frigg observed him with a compassionate smile, slightly tilting her head.
"Mai is resting in her room now," the goddess replied, placing her index finger on her lips in a thoughtful pose. "It seems she's very tired. It wouldn't be fair to interrupt her, would it?"
Trunks thought for a moment. In recent days, he had noticed that Mai was distancing herself from him. The few times they managed to have a conversation were during breakfast and dinner. However, at times, Mai would be absent for long periods, claiming she wanted to explore the place more thoroughly. Although her new attitude seemed a bit suspicious, upon hearing the goddess's words, Trunks began to understand that perhaps Mai just needed to be alone.
After all, the idea of never seeing his comrades again, those with whom he had shared so many joys and sorrows, was unbearable. He knew that feeling better than anyone. Maybe that was Mai's way of dealing with her own grief, trying to process everything that had happened. Trunks understood that, in a way, she was also facing her own demons.
Yes, it would be wise to give her space.
"You're right, Frigg-sama," the future warrior responded, fully understanding the situation. "The last thing I want is to bother her."
Frigg smiled, clearly pleased with his response. Her expression reflected a mix of approval and calm.
"Perfect," she replied contentedly. "And now that you're here, I'd like to ask you a favor."
"A favor?" Trunks asked, somewhat confused. "Sure, why not? And what is it?"
"FRIIIG-SAMAAAAAAA"
(High School DxD Born OST - 4 – Yuetsu)
An unmistakable sound of heels echoed from afar, interrupting the conversation. The clicking of shoes against the ground caught the attention of both the goddess and the Saiyan.
It seemed that the person in question was walking with some urgency, showing no intention of stopping. Trunks, seeing that the young woman seemed to be heading directly toward them, quickly stood up, worried that she might collide with both of them. He was about to get up to stop her, but before he could do anything, the silver-haired young woman suddenly stopped, coming to a halt just in time before an accident occurred.
"I...," she said, panting as she leaned against one of the rocks on the cliff, trying to catch her breath. "I made it... here..."
"Ara..." the goddess responded, gently placing a hand on her cheek while smiling with that characteristic kindness that always accompanied her. "As punctual as ever."
Trunks didn't understand anything that was happening, let alone why Odin's bodyguard was there, dressed so elegantly as if she were about to attend an important event.
"I'm so sorry, Ross-chan," the goddess apologized, though the amusement in her voice was evident, as the way the girl had arrived seemed somewhat comical to her. "I know I called you suddenly on your day off, but I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Don't say that, Frigg-sama!" the young woman interrupted hurriedly, straightening up quickly. "If it's a call from you, I'll be more than happy to respond!"
The goddess had stood up from the cliff, giving Trunks a discreet look, signaling him to do the same.
"I'm glad to hear that!" she said in a soft voice, but her gaze and tone hinted that she was scheming something. "Now that Ross-chan is here, let me tell you what it's about." She smiled knowingly. "Would you mind spending some time with her?"
"Spend time with her?" Trunks repeated, frowning, clearly confused by the request.
Frigg nodded with a calm smile, as if she were enjoying Trunks' confusion.
"I heard there's a festival nearby, and I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to spend time with her," she said casually, though there was something in her look that suggested the request wasn't as simple as it seemed. "I didn't want her to be alone, so I thought I'd ask you for this favor..."
Rossweisse remained silent until that moment, slowly processing the goddess's words. Her mind began to work furiously, and little by little, the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together. She looked at her outfit again, realizing that she rarely dressed like this unless it was for a special occasion or... Could it be? Or maybe not?
Suddenly, she blushed instantly, as if she were a tomato exposed to the sun. Her eyes widened in surprise, and at that moment, she felt as if all the attention in the universe was on her. She had finally understood.
"SO THAT'S WHY YOU ASKED ME TO DRESS LIKE THIS!" she exclaimed with a trembling, incredulous voice.
The dress she wore was long and elegant, exquisitely highlighting her beautiful figure and beauty. It was made from fabrics that seemed to capture the essence of the frozen landscapes of the north. Soft silver tones, with details in dark blue and gray, as if the colors of the sky and mountains had merged into a unique garment.
The top of the dress was fitted but deliberately designed to accentuate her breasts with delicate embroidery that mimicked intricate snow patterns and tree branches on her long sleeves, which extended to her wrists. The fabric was light but with a texture that evoked the softness of freshly fallen snow, fitting her body perfectly, giving her a majestic and ethereal air.
The heart-shaped neckline exposed her neck, enhanced by a delicate silver necklace that sparkled in the light. The skirt of the dress expanded in soft, flowing layers, like a gentle breeze rising over the ice, creating a harmonious contrast with the more fitted structure of the top.
And to complement it, she wore a pair of elegant slippers that seemed to be made of glass with delicate heels.
These were the rare occasions she wore such an outfit, but it had never crossed her mind that it might be for a date.
"Ross-chan, there's nothing wrong with having a good time," the goddess said softly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, you're always working so hard, I worry that you don't enjoy life fully. Why not have a little fun?"
Rossweisse, still with red cheeks, tried to calm herself, but the situation was more than she could handle at that moment. She looked at Trunks again, and the embarrassment she felt only increased. She wanted the earth to swallow her up.
"BUT I DON'T WANT THAT KIND OF FUN!" the valkyrie responded in a flustered manner, causing the goddess to laugh once more.
Trunks, for his part, didn't know how to feel about it. He looked at Rossweisse, noticing her discomfort, and then glanced at Frigg, who seemed to be enjoying the moment.
"Frigg-sama... I wouldn't mind fulfilling your request," he began nervously, searching for the right words to avoid making such a favor. "But it seems she's not very comfortable with the idea, so... etto... wouldn't it be better if..."
"Nonsense, dear," the goddess interrupted enthusiastically, leaving Trunks speechless. "My lovely Rossweisse just needs a little push."
As if it were not possible, the valkyrie's face turned even redder as she covered her face with both hands, as if doing so would prevent her from being observed. Frigg's words had left her completely bewildered, unsure of what to do. She didn't like the direction this was taking, and the discomfort grew inside her. However, an invitation from a superior was not something she could refuse, and she knew it well. Refusing it would be an offense, a lack of respect toward someone so important, someone who, by the way, had been extremely kind to her, treating her with care and sweetness.
There was no alternative, she had to accept.
Trunks was in the same situation. He couldn't be rude. The goddess had been incredibly kind to him and Mai, always making sure to meet all their needs and treating them with hospitality. Not to mention that they were guests in someone else's territory, and as such, rejecting her favor would be rude on their part. Finally, he sighed with a bit of heaviness. After all, it was just an outing, nothing out of the ordinary. There would be nothing wrong with it.
Maybe this way, he could forget about the bitter time he spent in Midgard.
"Well... if she's okay with it... I don't have any problem," Trunks said with a bit of resignation, repeating in his mind that there was nothing wrong with it, although he wasn't very convinced.
"Perfect," the goddess smiled again as she took the hands of her most loyal assistant and her husband's bodyguard.
"What about you, Ross-chan?"
Rossweisse looked at Trunks, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and doubt, and then, unable to avoid it, she looked away. The pressure of the situation was palpable, and although she tried to maintain composure, her face couldn't stop showing the blush that invaded her skin.
"E-eh..." Rossweisse began with a hesitant voice, while she started fiddling with her fingers. "I... I don't know... what to say..." she murmured as if the words got stuck in her throat. The idea of being on a date, even if it was something as simple as an outing to enjoy the festival, made her nervous.
Despite her doubts, something inside her told her that she couldn't refuse the invitation. Not when you receive a look full of hope and longing from a deity who is your superior and, at the same time, the prospect of being your date.
"Don't worry, Ross-chan," he said with a reassuring tone, but also with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It's just an outing, nothing you can't handle. Besides, you can't deny that he's a very handsome guy." He said the last part while winking at her.
Both blushed instantly from the comment, but for completely different reasons.
"Alright..." Rossweisse finally responded, so, with timidity, she approached the warrior from the future. "I-I don't have e-experience, s-so I'm in your c-care."
Trunks, seeing Rossweisse's shyness, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, but he quickly tried to calm himself so as not to make her feel bad or offend her in any way. Although the situation was somewhat unexpected, he tried to be as kind as possible.
"D-don't worry," he said with somewhat forced enthusiasm, giving a thumbs up while turning to prepare to leave. "L-let's enjoy the f-festival!"
His movements were awkward and stiff, like a robot suffering from arthritis, clearly showing that he wasn't used to this kind of interaction, especially with someone like Rossweisse, who seemed so reserved and serious.
"Alright, it's decided, have a good time," Frigg said, while taking Rossweisse's hand and Trunks' hand, forcing them to intertwine. Instantly, both of them blushed deeply, quickly breaking the contact.
"FRIIIIIIGG-SAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAA" both younglings shouted too embarrassed, making the goddess laugh to herself.
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Trunks walked alongside the valkyrie down a wide path adorned with local flora, completely silent, not saying a word. The atmosphere was a bit tense as they were still a little uncomfortable with the situation they were in. Occasionally, the saiyan's gaze would shift toward Rossweisse, trying to figure out how she was feeling in these moments.
Every time Trunks looked at her, he noticed how Rossweisse quickly averted her gaze, as if she didn't want to be seen or felt uncomfortable being observed. Her behavior only increased Trunks' anxiety, as he wasn't used to this kind of situation. He knew he had to break the ice... The obstacle? Trunks was a terrible conversationalist when it came to these situations, as he was about to demonstrate.
"Y-you look... really well... dressed," he said with a slight smile, but at the same time, feeling like something was wrong with his choice of words. "If I say, that dress makes you look... pretty?"
Rossweisse looked at him strangely. Trunks realized that maybe he had made a mistake.
"Dammit, she's looking at me weird! Did I say something offensive?" thought the saiyan, anxiety slowly taking over him.
"Well, um... I'm not saying you're not pretty... it's just that... with that dress..." The words crumbled in his mind, and his face turned redder with every attempt to correct what he had said. "No, no, wait! That's not what I meant!" he murmured, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Trunks started to feel more and more uncomfortable with Rossweisse's gaze fixed on him, and his attempt to compliment her so she wouldn't feel awkward was only making the situation worse. As the words came out of his mouth, he realized how clumsy they sounded, and every time he tried to explain himself, the situation became more and more tangled.
"It's just that... you... Don't think I don't think you're pretty if you wear something else... *No, no, that sounds even stranger!* Um... What I mean is that this beauty makes you look... more... drees *Am I an idiot?* But it's not that you weren't pretty before, of course not! It's just that now... it's like...!"
Trunks stopped, horrified by the incoherencies he had just said, and ran a hand over his face, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!" Trunks exclaimed, looking up at the sky as if searching for a divine answer. "What I mean is... it's just that you're... you're fine! No, no, wait! That doesn't make much sense!"
Rossweisse, seeing Trunks' growing confusion, couldn't help but let out a small nervous laugh. She had never seen someone so lost for words, and even though the situation was still very awkward, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. Despite his words possibly making him sound like a perverted man, Trunks' expression was so genuine that it was impossible to interpret it that way.
"Trunks..." she said softly, trying to calm him down a bit.
"I've got it!" the future warrior interrupted with enthusiasm, clashing the back of his fist with his palm. "What I meant to say is that you... you're always pretty, of course, but with that dress..." Once again, Rossweisse looked at him that way. "It's like the dress is pretty and you are... more beautiful?" Trunks quickly interrupted his sentence. "No, no, that doesn't sound right either!" He sighed a little, looking away to avoid the valkyrie's scrutinizing gaze. "Better forget what I said, could you please forget what I said?"
Rossweisse, still blushing and trying to maintain her composure, couldn't help but softly laugh at Trunks' growing discomfort. Although the situation was embarrassing for both of them, his sincere attempts to compliment her didn't go unnoticed. Despite feeling secondhand embarrassment for his poor attempts at conversation, she finally decided to show some mercy.
"Trunks..." Rossweisse said, her voice soft and shy, accompanied by a light smile. "It's okay, you really don't have to keep explaining yourself. I know what you're trying to say is kind, and it doesn't bother me at all."
Trunks felt a mix of relief and embarrassment when he heard her words. Even though he was still as red as a tomato, something inside him relaxed knowing he hadn't made a bad impression. He tried to look away to hide his discomfort, but the feeling still weighed on him, as if his face was burning from the inside.
"S-shi..." was all he managed to articulate before continuing to walk down the long path, hands stuffed in his pockets.
The valkyrie immediately noticed that Trunks had made a considerable effort to start a conversation, and for some reason, that made her feel even more nervous. It was the first time she had a date with a guy, and although the situation wasn't exactly a formal date, the mere fact of being alone with him in a relaxed environment made her feel insecure. She started to doubt whether asking him such a direct question was a good idea, but after thinking about it a little, she decided she had to do it. She didn't want the doubts to keep swirling in her head.
"W-well..." said the valkyrie, her tone hesitant, catching the future warrior's attention. "... Is everything okay... with M-Mai-san?"
Trunks raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question, and his gaze turned somewhat suspicious. Why would she ask him that?
"You see... I haven't seen you with her lately..." Rossweisse continued, hoping the situation wouldn't be misinterpreted. "D-don't think I'm implying anything, it's just that it seemed like you two had a relationship, and I wouldn't want that to be misunderstood."
His face turned even redder, as if the very thought embarrassed him deeply. He quickly shook his head, waving his hands as if he wanted to undo the idea immediately.
"We don't have that kind of relationship!" he almost shouted, before quickly correcting himself. "We're just good comrades, nothing more."
"I-I see," she said, a bit surprised by the future warrior's outburst.
Trunks, realizing how loudly he had shouted, fell silent for a moment, looking ahead with an even redder expression. Embarrassment washed over him again, and now, in addition to feeling uncomfortable about his own mistakes, he had to deal with Rossweisse's surprise.
"Sorry for scaring you," he murmured, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous smile. "It's just that I was surprised... but everything's fine."
Rossweisse, who had been a little surprised by his reaction, tried to calm herself. Although the situation was strange, she couldn't help but smile slightly at how genuine and awkward Trunks was. They continued walking, but this time the silence was no longer uncomfortable. Somehow, the atmosphere had softened, and the tension that had been present earlier seemed to have dissipated. A few more minutes passed until they suddenly saw the lights of the festival ahead.
"There it is," she said, pointing to it.
When they arrived at the festival, both were impressed by how everything was lit up and full of life. The place, which already had a festive air, seemed to have taken on a new dimension with the arrival of night. Trunks was fascinated by how the darkness had transformed the atmosphere. The energy that had been cheerful and vibrant now felt magical, as if the world had stopped for a moment to make way for some kind of nighttime spell. The colored lights shone more brightly, and the smiles of the people reflected in their eyes.
"It's even more beautiful at night..." Rossweisse commented, looking around with a charming smile, making Trunks surprised. From what little he knew of her, most of the time she seemed to have an expression of annoyance or anger, especially when it came to scolding Odin.
It was the first time he had seen her smile.
"And you're right," said the future warrior, just as amazed as she was. "So, what would you like to do?"
"Eeh," she said a little nervously. "I... um... I've never been to something like this..."
Trunks noticed that Rossweisse lowered her head, instantly creating a depressive aura around her. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, he felt a strong urge to do something to cheer her up. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation or if his words would be the right ones, but he was determined to lift her spirits, even if he made mistakes in the process.
"How about we start with this first?" Trunks said, pointing to a stand where they sold exotic treats that only Asgard could offer. "We can have a snack and then check out other places, if you like?"
After trying some snacks, the rest of the date went smoothly, engaging in playful activities and enjoying the atmosphere. Suddenly, the sound of a horn resonated in the air, catching the attention of everyone present. Trunks and Rossweisse exchanged curious glances before realizing that something grand was about to begin. Without wasting time, they hurried to the location of the show, trying to get ahead of the crowd to secure a good spot from which to enjoy it.
The show turned out to be an epic theatrical performance titled "The Legend of Sigmund: The Chosen Warrior," a classic tale from Asgardian mythology that captured the essence of ancient heroes and their feats.
The performance began with an impressive display of lights and magical effects that transformed the stage into an enchanted forest. The narration focused on Sigmund, the legendary hero of the Volsungs, who discovered Odin's magical sword embedded in a tree, a weapon only he was worthy to wield.
Trunks and Rossweisse watched in fascination as the actors recreated scenes of epic battles against dragons and giant wolves, while the immersive music intensified each moment. The climax came when Sigmund faced the treacherous King Siggeir. The stage lit up with golden flashes that simulated the divine power of the sword, leaving everyone breathless.
When it ended, the audience erupted in applause, praising the grandeur of the show.
"Wow, to think that hero went through so much and still triumphed," commented Trunks, impressed by the story.
Rossweisse smiled slightly.
"Well, there were some inconsistencies, and the story wasn't told completely faithfully..." said the valkyrie, crossing her arms. "But I must admit that ending was acceptable."
Trunks nodded, smiling with a bit of embarrassment at Rossweisse's observation. He knew that, as a valkyrie, she had a much deeper knowledge of the story and was probably analyzing the details with a critical eye.
"Wow, you're so smart!" responded the future warrior, scratching his neck. "It's clear you know a lot."
The valkyrie blushed quickly, avoiding looking at Trunks. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to hide her discomfort, while her hands nervously intertwined in front of her. Trunks, completely unaware of Rossweisse's reaction, assumed she was distracted looking at the stands around them and didn't notice the slight hesitation in her posture.
Noticing that the conversation had fallen into silence, Trunks began to look at the nearby stands. His eyes scanned the hustle and bustle of the festival until something caught his attention: a drinks stand, with a wide variety of options ranging from natural juices to more exotic choices.
Among all the drinks, one in particular stood out for its vibrant range of colors, as if it were a rainbow cocktail. Trunks furrowed his brow, hesitating for a moment. If it were an alcoholic drink, he would reject it without a second thought, but if it wasn't, his curiosity about its taste took over. How peculiar could it be?
"I think I'm going to buy something to drink," said the future warrior, pointing to the stand. "Would you like me to bring you something?"
The valkyrie quickly shook her head strongly, as if he were offering something unpleasant.
"N-no, I'm fine..." she replied quickly, avoiding looking at him.
Trunks stood in silence for a moment, observing her somewhat strange reaction, before responding with a hesitant tone.
"Um... okay..." he murmured, feeling that something in her response had been a little strange. As he walked toward the drinks stand, he thought to himself, "That was a little weird."
As Trunks walked away to buy something, Rossweisse stayed there, observing the festival's atmosphere. Her mind began to spin with Trunks' words, still echoing in her ears.
"That dress makes you look... 'pretty?'"
"I don't think you're not pretty if you wear something else, in fact, you are, but..."
"But it's not that you weren't pretty before, of course not! It's just that now... it's like..."
"Wow, you're so smart! It's clear you know a lot."
A slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she remembered how Trunks had said those words to her. Although she had always been aware of her intelligence, no one had ever complimented her in such a way, especially not a boy. It made her feel something warm in her chest, a sensation she wasn't used to experiencing. Despite being a prodigy in all the arts and disciplines of the Nordic faction, she certainly had low self-esteem, especially when all her peers, including Odin, mocked her love life.
To avoid thinking about it, she focused on her duty as the protector of Valhalla, putting aside worries about her appearance and romantic situation, gradually becoming a grumpy and strict person.
But hearing Trunks say those words made her feel special, even if only for a brief moment. The idea that someone thought she was beautiful brought a small smile to her face. However, that smile quickly faded when she noticed the discomfort she felt thinking about it. Could a guy like him really be interested in someone like her?
Lost in those thoughts, her eyes landed on a small nearby pond. The water's surface reflected the warm light from the festival lamps, creating a soft glow that invited her to approach. Without thinking too much, she walked to the edge, feeling an inexplicable need to see her reflection, to check if she really looked as beautiful as Trunks had said.
As she looked into the water, she instinctively ran her fingers through her hair and quickly began to fix it, as if that would be enough to improve her appearance and make her look cuter. She hoped Trunks would notice this subtle change, but as she well knew, boys could be complete idiots, so she considered that such a gesture might be too subtle.
It was then that her eyes landed on a nearby flower with delicate petals and vibrant colors. She gently picked it, thinking that maybe she could use it as an accessory for her hair. Was she being too obvious? Doubt crept in, but she decided that, somehow, she needed to try.
"Rossweisse, is that you?" A feminine voice surprised her, and she quickly dropped the flower, spinning around.
"Isolde, Eydis..." Rossweisse replied tiredly, recognizing the two Valkyries, each accompanied by their respective partner.
"Well, well, didn't expect to see you here," Isolde commented with a mocking smile. "I thought you'd be too busy being a bookworm, I mean, since you don't have any friends..."
"Or a boyfriend," Eydis added with a mocking glance. "We were surprised to see you at such... what do you call them? Foolish and unnecessary events."
The guys, who were supposed to be the Valkyries' partners, let out a sarcastic laugh, enjoying the situation while crossing their arms. Rossweisse, though used to mockery, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. She tried to maintain her composure, but her hands involuntarily clenched, showing the tension she felt. She wasn't going to let those words affect her, not in front of them. She wouldn't give them the pleasure of showing weakness.
"I'm here because I want to enjoy the festival," she replied in a tense voice, though her words sounded more fragile than she wanted to admit. "I don't owe you any explanations!"
Both Valkyries burst out laughing.
"Well, well, so you finally decided to get a boyfriend," Isolde said, laughing. "It's very bold of you, though I don't know anyone as stupid as to want to be with someone as boring and bitter as you."
"Oh, sure, very bold, haha," Eydis mocked, joining in the laughter.
Rossweisse felt her anger begin to boil inside her, growing with every malicious word that came from the Valkyries' mouths. Slowly, her gaze hardened, and a vein appeared on her forehead. Her patience had reached its limit.
"Ah, yeah! Well, what do you think?! YES, I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" she exclaimed, raising her voice, making it clear that she wasn't going to stay quiet anymore. Her gaze was challenging, and for the first time in a long while, she felt capable of defending herself. "AND I'M ON A DATE WITH HIM RIGHT NOW!"
Both Valkyries were stunned by Rossweisse's reaction. They fell silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected declaration. The guys beside them, equally confused, exchanged puzzled looks, as it was the first time they had seen Rossweisse explode like that.
But the impression didn't last long. In the blink of an eye, the quartet of young people burst out laughing, as if what they had just heard was the funniest joke in the world.
"So you have a boyfriend, huh?" Isolde repeated incredulously, still smiling mockingly. "And what are you supposed to be doing right now?" Her tone became more sarcastic. "You must be babysitting Odin-sama's or Thor-sama's kids, right? Or better yet, you're doing community service picking up the trash around here."
Eydis, joining the mockery, added with a malicious smile:
"Or maybe you're working here as circus clowns," she laughed with disdain. "Sure, it must be a very romantic date."
Rossweisse was about to unleash her full repertoire of insults, when suddenly, Trunks' voice interrupted her.
"I'm back," he said, appearing with both drinks in hand. "I know you told me you didn't want anything, but this drink is really delicious, and I wanted you to try it..." He paused as he noticed the two Valkyries. "Who are they? Are they your friends?"
The Valkyries were left speechless at the sight of Trunks. Isolde, especially, looked him up and down, examining him closely, which made the future warrior feel uncomfortable. The same happened with Eydis, whose jaw nearly hit the floor; she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing.
"His name is Trunks," Rossweisse replied angrily, pointing at the Valkyries' partners. "And I think it's needless to say, he's much more handsome and a much better man than those good-for-nothings."
"Hey..." Trunks murmured, somewhat confused. "Are you okay?" Of course, he was completely ignored.
"So, what now?" demanded Odin's bodyguard. "NO MORE LAUGHTER?! NOTHING TO SAY?!"
"He's so handsome! How could this insipid snob have such good luck!" Isolde thought to herself as she bit her thumbnail. "We have to humiliate her"
With the same intention in mind, Eydis quickly spotted a half-drunk glass of liquor. With a subtle movement, she grabbed it. A knowing glance from her was all it took for Isolde to understand perfectly what she was planning to do...
"ok,ok, we get it," Isolde said, in a calmer tone, but clearly feigned. "No need to get upset, Ross-chan," she added with false sweetness in her voice. "We knew you'd make it."
"Yes, dear Ross," Eydis replied in the same manner. "We had faith in you."
Rossweisse was confused by the Valkyries' sudden change in attitude, but she didn't let their words influence her. Despite the tension in the air, she tried to relax a little. However, just when she was feeling a bit calmer, Eydis made a quick move, exaggeratedly stumbling over the edge of the table. With a satisfied smile, she threw the liquor jar at Rossweisse's dress.
"Ooohhh, nooooo!" Eydis exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. "I think I tripped..."
Using his superhuman speed, Trunks deflected the liquor jar with a gust of wind. The liquid flew through the air, but instead of falling on Rossweisse, it ended up spilling directly onto the two valkyries. Both were frozen for a moment, watching as the liquor poured over their heads and clothing.
"That can't be!" Isolde screamed, horrified as she saw the liquor begin to corrode her makeup, leaving dark stains on her face. "This dress is new! New, for Odin's sake!"
"Kyaa, how disgusting!" Eydis exclaimed, shaking her hands as she tried to get the liquor out of her hair. "My hair is ruined!"
"Uh, I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," Trunks apologized, visibly embarrassed, raising his hands in a gesture of apology.
When Trunks tried to approach to offer help, Rossweisse reacted quickly. She placed a firm hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"Don't apologize," she said, looking at the two soaked and humiliated valkyries with disdain. "It was an 'accident' after all, this slipped out of your hands."
"B-but..." Trunks tried to protest, not very convinced.
"It seems they're having a tough time," Rossweisse added with a hint of sarcasm, watching as the valkyries' boyfriends hurried to help them, only to be rudely rejected. "So I suggest we leave..."
Odin's bodyguard couldn't help but let out a slight smile of satisfaction as she watched the valkyries lose their composure. Then, she turned to Trunks, her expression returning to neutral.
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After the incident, Rossweisse and Trunks walked together along the lantern-lit paths of the festival. As they moved away from the more crowded areas, the noise of the crowds faded, leaving only a distant echo of laughter and music.
The night sky began to light up with multicolored flashes, signaling the start of the fireworks. Trunks stopped when he noticed a small gazebo decorated with glowing garlands, a perfect spot to enjoy the show.
"Look at that," Trunks said, pointing at the sky where the fireworks were beginning to explode in vibrant shapes and colors.
Rossweisse glanced at the sky with little interest, more focused on her own thoughts. However, upon noticing Trunks' expression of awe and excitement, something in her changed. Gradually, her gaze softened, and she began to realize that the display was, in a way, beautiful.
They both sat on the grass near a river. For a while, only the sound of the explosions in the sky broke the tranquility. The Saiyan, with a childlike smile, made some trivial comments about the colors and shapes. Rossweisse, although initially shaking her head, still not accustomed to his enthusiasm, ended up patiently explaining how fireworks worked, pointing out the differences in designs and the techniques that allowed for the various light explosions.
As the night went on, Rossweisse began to relax more. She spoke of her childhood in Asgard, how she had always admired the festivals but had rarely fully enjoyed them due to her responsibilities. Trunks listened attentively, nodding occasionally and never trying to interrupt her.
Unknowingly, Rossweisse began leaning towards him. By the time the last firework lit up the sky with a golden flash, her head was already gently resting on the Saiyan's shoulder.
Trunks blinked, surprised by the unexpected gesture. His body tensed for a moment, uncomfortable with the closeness. He looked around as if Kami had the answer to get out of the situation, but upon noticing Rossweisse's calm expression, he let out a sigh. His discomfort began to fade little by little.
Carefully, he adjusted his posture slightly, making sure not to disturb her. He looked up at the starry sky, letting the moment pass in silence. Although he wasn't used to situations like this, he found a certain peace in the shared stillness, while the distant echo of the fireworks marked the end of the night.
The show ended with the last explosion, which lit up Odin's majestic castle with a red glow. Still mesmerized by the scenery, Trunks turned his head toward Rossweisse, but to his surprise, the valkyrie had already fallen asleep.
"What do I do now?" the future warrior said, looking at the girl sleeping peacefully. "I guess neither Odin-sama nor Frigg-sama will mind if I use one of the rooms in the castle for Rossweisse to sleep."
Carefully, Trunks leaned forward slightly, and without making a sound, he lifted her in his arms so that she was resting against his chest, carrying her like a newlywed. A slight smile appeared on his face as he saw her so calm and unaware of everything, completely surrendered to sleep. Although the situation felt a bit awkward, he could not leave her in the middle of nowhere under any circumstances.
After reaching Odin's castle and letting the valkyrie rest in one of the rooms, Trunks carefully closed the door, making sure not to make any noise to avoid waking her up.
At this point, it was already the early hours of the morning.
"Well, well, long night, huh?" Odin's unmistakable voice echoed down the hall. "Not bad, kid, you're starting to learn."
Trunks frowned, not understanding what he meant. Slowly, he began to grasp the insinuation. what the hell had that old perverted man been thinking?
With his face flushed, he quickly turned to tell him not to create unnecessary misunderstandings. However, he stopped dead when he noticed someone else beside him.
It was Azazel, the leader of the fallen angels, dressed in his usual suit and wearing his enigmatic smile.
"I must say, I finally have the pleasure of meeting you, Kenshi-kun (2)" Azazel said enigmatically. Trunks frowned as he noticed that this guy's ki essence was very similar to Kokabiel's. "We'd like to talk to you, if you have time, of course."
End of the chapter
Clarifications:
1.- For this point, I will use several references to the game God of War, especially from Norse mythology, among others. As you may have noticed, Ivaldi's fog is one of those references. In my story, it will have a slightly different function than in the game, and it may even serve as a means for Trunks to unlock the rune that will allow him to travel to Niflheim. I haven't completely decided yet, but I'll define it as the plot progresses.
2.- Kenshi means swordsman in Japanese.
Well, I'd say there was much ado about nothing. I guess I took my time to develop this chapter. In the next one, we'll finally find out why Serafall is so traumatized and how she reaches her breaking point. I won't say more to avoid giving away any more spoilers.
In a little while the good stuff will come, I ask you to be patient, thanks for the reviews I hope many people will be encouraged to read and comment. And yes, at this point this chapter was a clear reference to tomorrowland.