Hello everyone,
I want to begin this note by expressing my most sincere gratitude for your continuous support and patience while awaiting the publication of this chapter. I deeply apologize for the delay in its delivery. During this time, I found myself immersed in an intense period of work that required my almost complete attention and dedication.
However, I want you to know that your enthusiasm and feedback have always been a constant source of motivation for me. Every time I read your messages and see your interest in the story, I feel a profound sense of gratitude that drives me to keep writing.
This particular chapter has been an exciting challenge to write, and I have dedicated extra time to ensure that it lives up to your expectations. I hope you enjoy the new twists and developments in the plot that I have prepared for you.
Let's get to the review responses:
Dimiel: I'm glad you enjoyed the fanfic and noticed the attention I've put into elements like the writing structure, consequences, and humanity of the characters. It's an honor for me that you found my work so intriguing and that you were hooked into Trunks and Mai's story in DxD.
Your appreciation for attention to detail and character depth further motivates me to continue with this project and improve in future writings. I really appreciate your well-wishes and advice about not pushing too hard and letting creativity flow naturally. I'll definitely keep that in mind as I continue writing.
I sincerely hope you enjoy the confrontation with Kokabiel and any other parts that follow. If you have any questions or further feedback later on, please feel free to let me know. Your support means a lot to me, and I hope to continue offering you stories that you enjoy. Thanks again, and I hope you continue to enjoy the fanfic!
On the other hand, I loved what you wrote; maybe I'll borrow it, hahaha. You should write your own fic. If you'd like, I can be your beta and collaborate with you by contributing ideas. Don't let the idea of writing hold you back; even I used to write poorly, but with practice, I managed to improve. Remember, Rome wasn't built in a day. Keep your spirits up, and I hope you'll be encouraged to write your fanfic soon!
Danish78: Thank you for your comment and for continuing to read the fanfic. I understand your concerns about the sudden change in pace and tone of the story towards the end of the chapter. I appreciate your feedback on the abrupt transition, and I'll take your observations into account for future chapters.
It's important for me to maintain a proper balance between light moments and action scenes in the story, so I'll consider your feedback to improve coherence and narrative flow in the upcoming chapters.
Thank you for recognizing the effort I've put into the fanfic and for your kind wishes. Rest assured that I'm always working to improve and deliver a story worth reading. See you in the next chapter, and take care!
Ceysar: Hola, si estas estudiando el español, recomiendo que leas el fic en español si es que quieres tener una mejor comprensión del lenguaje, conforme al capitulo de verdad me alegra tanto que te guste la historia y estoy impaciente de ver ese fanart tuyo si, tendrás twitter o deviantar, es para ver seguirte y estar pendiente de tu fanart, saludos amigo y cuidate
NavyZero8745: Welcome new reader! I saw both of your reviews and Let me give you some answers. In this specific context, something different occurred. There was a vortex through which the time machine traveled, and Zeno-sama's small power slipped, so to speak, into the space-time curvature. Although we know that this type of dimensional travel has already occurred in the Buu saga, this time the journey unfolded differently. That is to say, while the idea of traveling through dimensions is not new in the Dragon Ball universe, the way the journey was conducted in this story may have been different or unique.
And yeah, it was definitely unexpected to see the loli dragon goddess of infinity or the ultimate kuudere of that universe wanting to find a mate in Trunks. Though, considering his rather inexperienced outlook, it can be understood somewhat, even if a bit misguided.
Some1call4MR-E: Thank you for your detailed comment. Regarding the amount of food Trunks can consume due to his Saiyan metabolism, it's an interesting observation. Although there isn't a definitive answer, your estimate seems reasonable given Saiyans' ability to eat large amounts of food.
Regarding the lack of transition between Trunks' scene in Japan and his appearance in Kuoh Town, I understand your concern. I will try to improve coherence in transitions for future chapters.
Your question about Koneko's reaction to Trunks' ki is intriguing. It will definitely be interesting to explore how the characters of High School DxD react to the unique elements of the Dragon Ball universe.
As for the fight between Trunks and Kokabiel, your analysis of Trunks' state and his possible strategy is insightful. I will take into account your comments on how to visually represent Dragon Ball combat techniques in the context of High School DxD.
Thanks again for your detailed observations and constructive feedback. I hope you continue to enjoy the fanfic, and I'm eager to share the next chapter with you. Until next time!
Chapter 6.- Mysterious Savior
Pride is like a prison made of gold and precious metals. It insidiously traps the mind of the individual, clouding their capacity for reasoning and plunging them into a fog of vanity. It isolates them from reality itself, confining them in a prison of their illusions of grandeur, disregarding others' perspectives and ignoring any facts that contradict their distorted view of reality.
Perhaps that's why he showed disbelief at the words directed towards him.
" What the hell did you just say? "
Without hesitation, the individual reaffirmed...
" I clearly told you I came here to kill you. "
A chuckle escaped the cadre's lips, initially barely perceptible, but then gradually intensified. It began as a barely audible murmur, mocking the threat that had just been uttered; however, it was so ludicrous that a mere mortal would dare to threaten him in that manner that his laughter grew louder and more pronounced.
Despite everything, the scene was so surreal for him that now his laughter echoed loudly, taking on a manic tone due to the absurdity of what he had just heard. And the worst part was that the individual wasn't joking; he was actually serious. That's why it amused him so much.
The young members of the Gremory clan swallowed hard upon hearing that laughter, feeling shivers running down their spines, exchanging nervous glances among themselves as the piercing sound resonated in the air.
Xenovia, on the other hand, furrowed her brow with determination, firmly gripping her sword as her arms trembled slightly. She longed to move, but her body seemed petrified, unable to respond to her will. She had never before experienced something so sinister and disturbing. And so a harsh truth, difficult to swallow, dawned on her:
That boy was doomed.
"Looks like you haven't the slightest fucking clue who you're messing with," the Cadre grunted irritably after his laughter ceased.
Kokabiel channeled his power, summoning two magical circles before him. From them emerged two imposing creatures: the same Cerberuses that had fought against the Gremory clan moments ago, but apparently these had more deformities, had more muscular mass, and their power was enormous. The young members of the clan instinctively recoiled at the sight of these beasts, recalling the ferocity with which they had fought earlier. Nevertheless, despite the presence of these two enormous beasts, Trunks' gaze did not waver, keeping his piercing stare fixed on his target.
"Your ambition is stupid and sickening," Kokabiel sneered contemptuously as he saw that wretched human looking at him. "And that's why you'll become dog excrement."
The Cerberuses barked and drooled, eager for their master's command to tear apart their prey. They awaited impatiently the feast they would have with the poor wretch who dared to defy the fallen.
"Tear him to pieces."
Responding to the Cadre's command, the Cerberuses lunged ferociously towards Trunks. Their jaws opened wide, ready to tear their prey apart with their sharp fangs. However, before they could reach him, Trunks acted with astonishing speed.
With superhuman reflexes, Trunks skillfully dodged the Cerberuses' onslaught, moving with grace and precision to avoid their attacks. Then, with a bold move, he grabbed both Cerberuses by the muzzle and lifted them into the air with impressive strength.
The Cerberuses howled in pain as Trunks pressed their muzzles with absurd and excessive force. With a quick twist, he slammed them forcefully onto the ground, creating a powerful explosion that sent a cloud of dust swirling around, temporarily obscuring the scene.
Within that cloud of smoke, the sounds of fierce barking and flesh tearing did not delay, enveloping the battlefield in an atmosphere of terror and uncertainty, causing a sickly pleasure to the Cadre.
The Gremory clan's youngsters, unable to bear the sight of the brutality unfolding before them, averted their gaze, feeling a knot in their stomachs at the horrors they were witnessing. Rias internally thanked that Asia was unconscious, thus avoiding her witnessing such a horrendous scene and being marked by the traumas that would inevitably follow.
On the other hand, Xenovia's legs trembled at the sight. Although she couldn't see anything, she vividly imagined the young man being torn apart and brutally devoured by those hellish dogs. She truly felt sorry for the fate that awaited that young man, and a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her for not being able to intervene.
Kokabiel's smile gradually faded as he heard the horrible sounds emanating from his creatures. Those cries of pain and suffering from the wounded Cerberuses echoed in his ears, which made him take the matter more seriously; the individual showed he wasn't just any idiot, not after hearing his beasts' screams. Although he tried to maintain his indifferent expression, he couldn't help but let a shadow of concern cross his face.
For a moment, Kokabiel silently contemplated the scene before him, feeling a hint of discomfort rising within him. Despite being accustomed to facing adversaries who had put his life in jeopardy numerous times, the sounds of distress coming from his own beasts now made him question the gravity of the situation. The threat uttered by that young man no longer seemed so amusing.
However, in an instant, he regained his composure, and a wolfish smile once again adorned his features.
Once the horrible sounds ceased, a minute of silence descended upon the schoolyard. The air was filled with a tense calm, interrupted only by the faint whisper of the wind and the rustle of leaves in the surrounding trees.
In the midst of this eerie silence, the young members of the Gremory clan took a moment to catch their breath and process what they had just witnessed.
"It's funny, I was going to say the same thing to you."
The cadre growled softly, suspecting that the young man would survive, but he didn't imagine he would do so unscathed. He observed how the young man held one of the heads of one of the Cerberuses. The beast's expression suggested that it had suffered a violent death.
A flash of anger burned in Kokabiel's eyes as he processed the scene before him. He never imagined that this young man would kill his precious creatures in such a brutal manner. The idea filled him with immense rage; he was not going to overlook this.
"Despite being at a serious disadvantage, you have the gall to want to start another war. In my humble opinion, your ambition is indeed absurd, and I dare say, stupid."
The young members of the Gremory clan were surprised and astonished to see that Trunks had managed to survive the fierce attack of Kokabiel's Cerberuses. Their faces reflected a mixture of disbelief and admiration as they watched the young Saiyan dispatch the dogs with ease. However, there was also a slight fear in them, as Trunks's display of power generated a sense of unease.
Rias Gremory held back a sigh of relief at seeing Trunks unharmed, although concern once again gripped her. She knew the battle was far from over and that they had to remain alert to any events that arose.
Trunks disdainfully tossed the dog's head, causing Kokabiel to clench his fists with fury, and veins on the verge of bursting appeared on his forehead. However, he decided to breathe and calm himself down, which was rare for him, as he was known for losing his temper easily and unleashing a slaughter against anyone who offended him in that way.
"I assume you know who I am," he responded in a taciturn tone as he watched the young man approach him and saw that in the process, he stepped on the head of his Cerberus, spilling its guts on the ground.
Trunks's action enraged the cadre even more, who clenched his teeth with contained rage. He was determined to flay the young man, making him pay for his audacity with his own skin.
"Not entirely," Trunks said once he closed the distance with the cadre. "And honestly, it's not something I'm particularly interested in. All I know is that I must send you to the other world as soon as possible."
The cadre laughed once again.
"You're a very amusing maggot," Kokabiel exclaimed angrily. "The war can wait a little longer; now what interests me is how I can make your death slower and more painful. I have so many things in mind..."
Faced with Kokabiel's threat, Trunks maintained his composure, his gaze never wavering for a moment.
"You can try with all your confidence," Trunks calmly responded. "But I recommend you go all out from the beginning," Trunks's gaze sharpened again. "Because I won't show you any mercy."
Kokabiel narrowed his eyes with disdain, his expression showing deep hatred towards the young Saiyan who dared to defy him.
"We'll see if you remain so arrogant when I'm tearing your flesh with my own hands," Kokabiel growled as his power surged to new levels, making the entire area tremble.
The tension in the air was palpable, and everyone knew that the impending battle would be one of the most dangerous and challenging they had faced so far. The situation was worrying; Kokabiel could easily annihilate the entire country with the manifestation of his power alone.
Kokabiel launched into the attack with impressive speed, but Trunks reacted quickly, blocking the powerful blows with his own arms. In a quick and fluid movement, Trunks counterattacked with a precise kick that sent Kokabiel flying through the air.
The cadre wondered how this was possible; he couldn't even see the kick that sent him flying up, let alone imagine that the damage would be so severe as to make him spit blood from his mouth. Veins seemed to bulge in his eyeballs from the immense fury he felt. He wouldn't forgive this!
However, in his ascent, Kokabiel was surprised to see that Trunks was already waiting for him. Without wasting time, he threw a lance of light at him, but Trunks destroyed it with a simple swipe, causing Kokabiel to open his eyes in surprise. Seeing this, the cadre unleashed a new wave of attacks, each blow charged with hatred and desperation. However, Trunks seemed to anticipate every move, dodging the blows agilely and responding with blows of his own that carried the crushing weight of his determination.
Both contenders moved too fast, creating energy trails in the air as they clashed. Kokabiel fought with all his might, but Trunks remained too powerful, as his fists mercilessly embedded themselves in his skin, damaging him both in his pride and in his body.
The cadre growled in frustration as he saw his attacks failing to connect, while Trunks continued to mercilessly strike him in the air. Each blow resonated in the sky with a thunderous roar, and Kokabiel staggered with each impact, feeling his strength waning against the unstoppable torrent of his opponent's attacks.
Once the cadre showed signs of exhaustion, Trunks quickly closed in on him, delivering a double hammer blow, sending him crashing to the ground.
Kokabiel struggled to get up from the ground, feeling blood flowing from his lips and nose as he fought to remain standing. Despite being heavily injured, rage burned in his eyes, fixing his fierce gaze on Trunks and imagining his pleas when he slowly peeled his skin off with his hands.
"You little piece of shit..." the cadre muttered with unbridled hatred.
Trunks landed in front of him, looking at him with little more than indifference.
"What... now you'll say you'll make me pay for what I did to you?" he responded disdainfully, practically mocking the cadre.
In response, the cadre raised his power to another level, unleashing a dark energy that cracked the Zone and split the surrounding trees with its unrestrained fury. The ground trembled under the intensity of his malevolent aura, creating cracks in the earth as the air vibrated with the ominous energy emanating from him.
"YOU'RE GOING TO BEG FOR A QUICK DEATH, YOU STUPID BRAT!" the cadre screamed, launching sharp scythes of light at close range, hoping to cut the wretched one who had hurt him too much into pieces.
Trunks, using his hand as if it were a sword, attacked the scythes, causing them to vanish into small specks of light.
"It's impossible!" Kokabiel exclaimed incredulously at what had just happened. "How is this possible?"
"Did you really expect that mediocre attack to work?" Trunks replied, shaking his head at his adversary's naivety. "You're pathetic."
"CURSE YOU!" The cadre roared in frustration, his aura exploding with more ferocity as his power took another monumental leap, preparing to resume the battle. With a defiant gesture, he lunged towards Trunks with renewed ferocity, determined to kill him in the way he had disturbingly imagined.
Ophis watched the battle from a distant point away from the school, as she least wanted to attract unwanted attention. The serenity around her contrasted with the intensity of the confrontation unfolding before her eyes. With a calm yet keenly interested expression, she followed every move of Trunks and Kokabiel with acute and penetrating attention.
The way Trunks moved in combat, with unmatched grace and agility, was a fascinating spectacle to witness. Each movement was fluid and precise, as if his mere presence dominated chaos itself. His strikes were executed with unparalleled skill and grace, as if he were dancing amidst the battle. It was something difficult to describe in mere words.
Ophis kept a close eye on Trunks' recovery at all times, observing each of his movements with a mixture of fascination and admiration. Every gesture, every action of the future warrior had her utterly captivated. She could do nothing but silently contemplate him, marveling at the grace and strength radiating from each movement.
As she continued to watch the battle with utmost pleasure, Ophis reflected on the magnificence of Trunks and the deep connection she felt with him or believed she felt. She knew she had made the right decision in choosing him as her destined one, and she was eager to see how her destined one would unfold in the upcoming events.
But there was one small detail...
The figure of that woman didn't stand out in any way; she didn't possess any special qualities that made her stand out. She was just another insignificant mortal. Ophis didn't understand what Trunks saw in her, but she felt a strong urge to know.
Nevertheless, that insignificant woman played an important role in Trunks' life. Ophis couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable seeing her with him. She was nothing, no one, just another mere mortal. And yet, her thoughts were stirred with questions about the nature of their relationship and whether she should do something about it.
Despite her doubts, Ophis knew she couldn't allow the presence of that woman to come between them. Trunks was hers, and she was his; there was no need to dwell on it further. She never imagined that sword would unleash sensations in her that had not manifested for thousands of centuries. On one hand, she was grateful, but on the other, she urgently needed to continue talking to that god. She wanted to know more about that nature, and although that god mentioned that he couldn't help her discover her feelings, she was firmly sure that he was blatantly lying.
But before that, she would pay a visit to the girl in question. She was curious to know why the hell she was important to Trunks, while at the same time, she would take the opportunity to "kindly" let her know that, if she knew what was good for her, she would step aside once and for all, and in case of refusal, she would destroy her on the spot..
he sighed a little. She never stopped to analyze things in such a convoluted way. While it excited her a bit, it was also annoying. However, if she had that young man for herself and only herself, the sacrifice would be somewhat worth it.
"But... what is this..." she mentioned as she felt a very powerful and very familiar presence to her, "it seems that the White one... decided to appear..."
The enigmatic figure of Ophis watched with attention as events unfolded. Ddraig and Albion, the red dragon and the white dragon, one representing domination, the other, destruction. Their history, their eternal battle transmitted through the centuries and sealed in the hearts of their carriers, was a well-known fact in the supernatural world.
The dragon goddess of infinity knew that the encounter between the carriers of Ddraig and Albion was inevitable, a confrontation predestined by the unyielding will of the dragons that dwelled within their souls. But it was too soon for the confrontation between their new carriers to take place in this era. And there was something else; the intervention of a new player on the scene only made things even more complicated.
The presence of Trunks, a warrior from the future, added an additional layer of uncertainty to the situation. His role in this ancestral conflict was uncertain but radical, the influence he would exert on both carriers was undeniable, which was an atypical and mysterious fact for Ophis. Perhaps under other circumstances, the confrontation between Ddraig and Albion would not occur so precipitously.
Reflecting on the implications of this unexpected turn of events. What role would Trunks play in the destined battle of the celestial dragons? How would his presence affect such a destined fight? It was a mystery; the only thing the goddess could do was observe and enjoy the show.
"What do you intend... to do... now that you've noticed it..." she replied as she watched the figure approaching the battlefield, "show me..."
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Kokabiel was surprised by the speed and force of Trunks' kick, which sent him crashing to the ground with a deafening crash. A dense cloud of smoke rose around the impact site, hiding the cadre from the view of those present. Tense silence took hold of the atmosphere as everyone waited to see what would happen next. Trunks remained alert, prepared for any counterattack that might come from his enemy.
Trunks saw no point in prolonging the suffering of the poor wretch, so he simply moved to deliver the final blow. However, something was going to prevent him from doing so.
CRASH!
"What is that light?!" exclaimed Rias, shocked, shielding her eyes from the white light.
"That light..." murmured Sona, who had returned with her retinue and was watching the confrontation between the strange individual and the cadre.
No doubt.
The silhouette remained static in the air, eventually taking the form of white armor with blue accents that were accentuated by the glow of its wings. A violent shiver ran through his body; that armor was similar to Issei's, and for it to be white...
"My arm," he murmured, gritting his teeth, "it feels like... it's burning..."
"Issei," murmured Rias, approaching her servant as she noticed him falling to his knees holding his arm.
"I knew it," said Sona, clenching her fists, "That guy is the natural enemy of the Sekiryuutei, Hyodo Issei! Just when things couldn't get any worse."
While it was true that both would kill each other, the armored figure was certainly interested in someone else, or that was the impression he pretended to give.
"It seems you're having fun," spoke the figure in the white armor with disturbing calmness. "Unfortunately for you, I must interrupt your fun. I've been ordered to stop Kokabiel to answer for his crimes, so don't interfere with my duty if you know what's good for you."
Trunks was facing away, he had already sensed his presence, even since he had arrived from the Underworld when Doctor Abbader sent him to save his daughter. He hadn't paid much attention to him at the time, but now, did he have the audacity to say he would take charge? And even more so, to threaten him? The cynicism of the white-armored figure bothered him too much, and of course, he was not willing to comply with his absurd order.
Trunks completely ignored the white-armored figure, focusing all his attention on Kokabiel, determined to end his threat once and for all.
The figure in the white armor, for his part, was annoyed by Trunks' indifference, so he had the great idea of making his point of view known using unorthodox methods.
"I thought I told you not to interfere, you maggot. Perhaps you need me to make you understand in another way."
Quickly, the white dragon charged at him, trying to catch him off guard, but Trunks felt the power of the figure rise immensely, showing his intentions to attack. In a swift movement, he shifted his body, causing the silhouette of the armored figure to pass by him, and he delivered a powerful blow that hit the figure square on, sending him flying and crashing into the academy building with a deafening crash.
"Damn," muttered Doctor Abbader's younger daughter, "I couldn't see anything..."
Sona focused her attention on the mysterious figure who came to save them and had the audacity to break the barrier that had cost her so much effort to form, questioning who Trunks really was and where the hell he came from. He was someone mysterious, and his spiritual signature indicated that he did not belong to any supernatural species she knew of. Furthermore, his ability to confront Kokabiel with such skill and power suggested that such a person would have hidden motives for such an action.
As she watched Trunks advance towards Kokabiel, Sona couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and distrust in its most primal state. What had led him to intervene at this critical moment? What did he hope to gain from this, and what were his true intentions?
"Damn scary," said Saji, trembling like jelly and raising both hands in front of him in a protective gesture.
After Trunks's powerful blow, the figure in the armor was covered by the rubble of the school building, showing no signs of response. His figure remained motionless, as if the force of the blow had knocked him unconscious. The onlookers watched with surprise and disbelief, wondering what had exactly happened and if the mysterious individual would rise again.
Rias Gremory, Issei Hyōdō, and the other members of the group cautiously approached the fallen figure, watching carefully for any sign of movement or response. However, the silence and inactivity persisted, creating a tense atmosphere full of uncertainty.
"Attacking from behind is cowardly."
Trunks resumed his path towards Kokabiel, despite the intervention of the figure in white armor; the warrior from the future continued with his goal of extermination.
The other members of the Gremory clan and their allies watched with amazement and admiration as Trunks advanced steadily towards his enemy. He was extraordinary, and they trusted that he would be able to defeat Kokabiel and put an end to his threat once and for all.
"To defeat the White Dragon Emperor... with one blow..." Xenovia said, her voice a mix of astonishment, relief, and panic.
"'D-Ddraig'..." the brunette called out mentally to his inner dragon, but it didn't respond; clearly, it was stunned.
[With just one blow] — the red dragon thought with a strange mix of amusement and terror at his rival [He just needed one damn blow].
That boy was indeed a monster. They had even begun to fear him a little, despite him clearly being an ally.
Kokabiel struggled to rise, his gaze filled with desperation as he saw Trunks slowly approaching him. However, instead of showing defeat, his expression twisted into a hateful and vengeful glare.
"Do you think I'll let things end like this?" Kokabiel exclaimed with a hoarse and threatening voice, directing his gaze towards Trunks and the others present.
Kokabiel raised his hands, channeling all his power, and generated a colossal spear of light. The spear shone with a blinding intensity, illuminating the entire surrounding roundabout with its deadly glow. It was the size of a football field or even larger. Looking imposing and threatening, the spear was ready to be launched towards its target with the devastating force of a meteorite.
"Hey," Trunks addressed the blue-haired priestess who was in a state of shock at the power of Kokabiel, startling her as the Saiyan took her by surprise, "I need you to lend me your sword."
Xenovia was surprised by Trunks's direct request. Although she found it hard to trust a stranger, especially one who had burst onto the scene so dramatically. And even more so because he intended to wield Durandal, which only has one bearer each generation (1), but there was no time to dwell on it, her instincts told her she had to make a quick decision.
"My sword?" Xenovia repeated, quickly assessing the situation. She knew she had to proceed with caution, but she also understood they were in the middle of a crisis, and the young man who had come to save them might need some help.
"Yes, and quickly," he replied bluntly, "time is of the essence."
Xenovia nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. Without wasting any more time, she handed her precious Durandal to the stranger, which strangely showed itself docile and cooperative once he grasped its hilt.
"Do what you have to do," she said, receiving a nod from Trunks. "Just be careful, it's a very rebellious sword."
Trunks nodded again, and once he took Durandal, he quickly moved to another area to prevent the kids from being harmed by the explosion.
"I'll enjoy destroying this damn city... WITH ALL OF YOU!"
He lied to himself in a kind of self-consolation. He felt humiliated; he didn't want to end the battle that way. He truly hoped to subdue the subject, flay him slowly and painfully, delighting in his screams and cries of agony, then tear off his limbs and give him a horrible death. Then, he would sexually abuse the younger sisters of the Maō Leviathan and Lucifer's, making them scream and moan like the bitches they were. After satisfying his lust, He would decapitate them to have their heads as trophies and thus initiate his long-awaited war.
"He tormented himself with the fact that he couldn't carry out his sinister plan, but at least he could find solace in the certainty that armies and legions would rise again in a battle of chaotic proportions, exactly as he had fantasized all the time he remained in the shadows. With that thought in mind, he hurled the gigantic lance of light towards the Saiyan, who with a serene confidence on his face, remained motionless in the face of the imminent attack, receiving the impact head-on with a calmness that surprised even his adversary.
Kokabiel laughed maniacally as he watched the lance of light forge ahead with tremendous force, breaking the foundations of the school, cutting deep into the earth without showing signs of stopping. The ground cracked and tore under its overwhelming power, creating a rift that extended further and further, threatening to consume everything in its path.
Chaos reigned in the schoolyard as the lance continued its inexorable advance. Trees were uprooted, cracks snaked through the structure of the school building, and the ground shattered into pieces. It was an apocalyptic sight, as if a natural disaster threatened to destroy everything in its path.
The onlookers watched in horror as the lance of light made its way towards them, with no possibility of stopping its destructive advance. It was as if they were witnessing the end of the world, powerless against Kokabiel's unleashed fury and desire for destruction.
But suddenly, the ground stopped shaking as the lance seemed to have halted, and then it began to retreat on its path, causing those present to look incredulously at the situation unfolding.
"N-no... it c-can't b-be," exclaimed Kokabiel, filled with dread as he saw his lance being repelled.
And there stood the young man, casually smiling as he held the immense lance with just two fingers, sporting a smug grin.
Power emanated from Trunks in a way that defied all logic and understanding. That he could hold off Kokabiel's most powerful attack with absurd ease left everyone present dumbfounded. With a serene expression on his face, Trunks openly defied the fearsome cadre, demonstrating his supremacy over him.
Kokabiel, on the other hand, trembled in terror at the display of strength from his opponent. The idea that someone could challenge his power was inconceivable to him, but there he was, facing a young man whose power far exceeded his own.
Xenovia watched in astonishment as Trunks halted Kokabiel's attack with his own hands, instead of using the sword she had thought he would need. Confusion swept over her as she wondered why Trunks would want her sword if he could confront such a powerful enemy with his own abilities."
Her thoughts crowded his mind, trying to comprehend the situation. Why had Trunks asked for her sword if he wasn't going to use it? Did he have a different plan in mind? Uncertainty invaded her as she watched the scene with growing intrigue and curiosity.
"What's wrong, Kokabiel? Is that all your got?" The cadre's rage intensified at the young Saiyan's provocation, and he focused his energy into a magical seal that enveloped the lance, turning it into a bomb about to explode.
The tension in the air was palpable as everyone prepared for the imminent explosion. However, the blast wasn't as devastating as expected, as Kokabiel had concentrated all his power on annihilating Trunks, leaving collateral damage as a secondary concern. Kokabiel, lost in his madness, believed for a moment that he had finally obliterated Trunks. With a maniacal laugh, he mocked the young Saiyan, hurling insults filled with contempt.
"This is what you get for being a damn cocky, stupid brat!" Kokabiel shouted with satisfaction, convinced he had eliminated his enemy.
But the reality was different. Trunks stood atop the school's rooftop, or what remained of it, unscathed despite Kokabiel's attempt to destroy him. With unwavering determination in his eyes, he threw his sword into the air as he began to make swift hand movements, channeling his energy to prepare a powerful technique.
"KOKABIEL!" Trunks shouted from his location to draw the cadre's attention. "EAT THIS!"
A sphere of bluish energy, radiant and charged with power, erupted from the young blue-haired man's hands. With a dazzling glow, it streaked through the air with impressive speed, directed unwaveringly towards the cadre. The cadre's body recognized the imminent danger, and in a desperate act, he ascended into the air, barely dodging the devastating attack.
A mocking laughter escaped the cadre's lips as he witnessed his opponent's attempt. In his opinion, that attack was insignificant, a display of weakness against his imposing presence.
"You'll need much more than that to defeat me, you idiot," he declared arrogantly, his voice resonating with confidence and disdain as he prepared to counterattack with renewed ferocity.
However, he lost sight of the Saiyan, and no matter how hard he looked, he seemed to be nowhere. Suddenly, a chill ran through his body, followed by an overwhelming fear that made him shudder. Quickly, he looked up, and what he saw chilled him to the bone: Trunks, with a war cry, was right above him, with Durandall wielded and ready to deliver the mortal blow. Perhaps out of terror or shock, Kokabiel could swear that Trunks' silhouette had been replaced by Death itself. Clad in its characteristic hood and raising its scythe, it was ready to strike. In that moment, the cadre knew his fate was sealed.
Trunks, with swift and precise movements, executed cuts that went unnoticed by most of the onlookers. What remained of Kokabiel was simply pieces of flesh floating in the air due to the speed at which Trunks executed the cuts. Then, coordinating movements with his right hand, Trunks channeled his energy, and the remnants of the cadre turned into ashes, carried away by the wind.
The other spectators were in a state of stupor, not knowing what to think or how to feel. On one hand, they were relieved to know that Kokabiel was dead, but on the other hand, they were shocked to witness such a display of power and skill. Eliminating a Cadre was not something simple or easy to achieve, but this boy had done it so effortlessly that it was almost impossible to believe. The atmosphere was charged with awe and a touch of fear at the magnitude of the power Trunks had demonstrated in that moment.
After the silence that followed the battle, Trunks descended until he was facing Xenovia to return her sword.
"Here, I think this belongs to you," he said as he handed her the sword. "I appreciate it very much."
That gesture took Xenovia by surprise and made her blush unintentionally. Although her expression remained serious, in that moment a glimmer of gratitude could be seen in her eyes.
"Don't mention it," she said, hiding her face to avoid Trunks' gaze. "It's good that it was useful to you."
The white-armored figure approached Trunks slowly, his wings spread creating an imposing presence around him. Despite the tension in the air, Trunks remained firm, showing no signs of fear or doubt.
"You shouldn't have killed him," the figure repeated, his tone cold and authoritative.
Trunks finally turned to face him, his expression serious but determined.
"Why not?" Trunks responded, defiant. "He was going to kill thousands of innocents; I couldn't allow that."
The white-armored figure observed Trunks carefully, evaluating his words and his attitude. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice resonating with undeniable authority.
"And you had no right to end him," the figure declared, his tone cold and authoritative. "He was my prey."
Trunks looked at him intently, weighing his words before responding.
"Maybe," Trunks said calmly, "but I couldn't let him continue to cause harm. There was too much at stake to let him carry out his plans; and apparently, you weren't interested in intervening."
The white-armored figure growled underneath, clenching his fists as he raised his magical power, his aura becoming more intense and threatening. Trunks observed him calmly, showing no signs of fear in the face of the growing hostility.
"You know," Trunks said, maintaining his firm stance, "I have nothing against you. But if you still insist on fighting, I won't show mercy."
[Vali] - Albion's words resonated in Vali's mind - [Stop seeking more trouble and leave the matter here.]
"Are you serious?" Vali asked, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Are you suggesting I ignore what he did to me moments ago?"
[You should have already felt his power] - Albion responded without hesitation - [The conditions for this fight to take place are not met.]
"He may be powerful, but that only makes the fight more exciting," Vali replied, trying to maintain his confidence as he looked challengingly at the warrior from the future.
[Do you really believe that?] - Albion replied with palpable sarcasm - [Sometimes, your impulse to seek a fight clouds your judgment. Stop thinking only about brute force and reason for once in your damn life.]
Vali huffed with frustration, knowing that Albion was right, but still resisting fully accepting it. However, he acknowledged the wisdom in his dragon's words and decided to follow his advice for the moment. He had pending matters to attend to, and fighting Trunks was not a priority at the moment. Although he had become one of his targets.
Vali prepared to withdraw, aware that he would have to face the consequences of his decision before Azazel as he took the unconscious body of Freed Zellsen. The idea of leaving the fight unfinished frustrated him, but he knew it was the best given the circumstances.
Trunks listened to Vali's words filled with challenge but showed no signs of concern. He kept his expression calm and determined, ready to face any challenge that might arise in the future.
"Don't think this is over, you fucking bastard. When you least expect it, I'll come for you."
"We'll see about that," Trunks responded calmly, not averting his gaze from the other.
[Are you ignoring me, White?]
The Boosted Gear materialized without Issei manifesting it, to everyone's surprise.
[Ddraig... It's been a while since we last saw each other] - Albion spoke through the armor. - [How long has it been since our last encounter?]
[Honestly, I don't remember] - Ddraig replied sincerely.
"Incredible," Rias commented. "Both Heavenly Dragons are interacting."
Everyone watched this with amazement, except Trunks, who only saw everything with some confusion. What was so special about two "dragons" talking to each other? He didn't know, but for these beings, it was an unprecedented phenomenon, almost emulating the eighth wonder. Trunks was used to dealing with extraordinary powers and entities in his own timeline, but seeing the interaction between two legendary beings like the Heavenly Dragons piqued his interest a bit and left him with the feeling that there was much more to discover in this new world he found himself in.
"I'm leaving, nice to meet you, my destined rival," he addressed Issei, who frowned at such a declaration of war, as did Rias and the others. "Once I kill this idiot," his gaze landed on Trunks, who looked at him piercingly, "we can fulfill our destiny, of which I suppose you are already aware."
"[It's interesting to see how things changed so suddenly]," Albion spoke before withdrawing. "[My wielder seems to be interested in someone other than his destined rival]."
"[It's certainly intriguing]," Ddraig responded, reflecting surprise in his tone as Issei looked at his glove with an indescribable gesture. "[Our wielders have always been immersed in their destined rivalry, but now it seems that things are taking an unexpected turn. I wonder if my wielder will also show interest in the subject in question.]"
Issei wasn't crazy enough to challenge Trunks to a duel. He had witnessed the confrontation and had been impressed by the young Saiyan's power. The last thing he wanted was to get into trouble with someone who had come to his aid.
After hearing the dragons' words about their shift in focus towards someone other than their destined rival among both wielders, Trunks felt a mixture of surprise, confusion, and possibly some discomfort. It was better not to get into trouble and not attract more attention than necessary. He decided that he would return to Sitri Hospital as soon as possible, and once he recovered, he might live in this world with Mai, probably moving to another city. The idea of a quiet life away from conflicts was comforting in that moment of uncertainty and change.
"[See you soon, Ddraig]."
"[Likewise, Albion]."
"That was weird," the blue-haired young man thought, scratching his head. This place was full of strange people, or was he the strange one? He had no idea, so he decided to forget about it for now. But as he turned around, he saw the other members of the place, which brought another nostalgic memory as he checked the time. He decided to continue:
"Hey guys," he called the attention of the spectators, who tensed up at being called by the blue-haired young man but paid attention to him. "Maou Lucifer will arrive in 45 minutes. Why don't we wait for him together?" he suggested with a slight and sincere smile.
"How do you know about that?"
Trunks observed the discomfort in Sona's expression at his comment and decided to address the situation with more tact.
"How do I know about that?" he repeated, as if pondering. "Let's just say I've been aware of certain relevant events in the region," he replied with a calm smile.
His gaze fell on Sona, causing the girl to avert her gaze and instinctively step back.
"One minute, short hair, glasses, violet eyes... I get it now! You must be Dr. Abbader's daughter. My name is Trunks, a pleasure to meet you," the future warrior said as he performed a slight bow.
Sona seemed surprised by the familiarity with which Trunks mentioned her father. Before she could question him, she heard her queen's firm voice, who intervened with determination.
"Hey!" the queen retorted, her tone clearly showing disapproval as she approached alongside Sona. "Who do you think you are to speak so casually to Sona-Kaichō?!"
The queen, accompanied by Sona, shared a similar appearance with Dr. Abbader's daughter, although Tsubaki was more voluptuous and had longer hair than the student council president.
"Well," a girl with a childish appearance tugged at the queen's shirt to get her attention, "h-he's the guy who defeated Kokabiel and scared away the Hakuryuukō."
Ruruko's murmur was barely perceptible, but Tsubaki caught it clearly. Her eyes widened slightly as she reflected on the situation. The mention of Kokabiel provoked a sudden understanding of the danger this new individual could represent, and she instinctively decided to act more cautiously, hoping not to have angered the subject in question.
"I apologize if I said something offensive, it was not my intention to disrespect you," Trunks responded calmly, maintaining his composure. "I'm Trunks, it's a pleasure to meet both of you. My knowledge about Maou Lucifer and other relevant events is due to certain sources of information I've had access to. I didn't mean to be intrusive or disrespectful."
Trunks's gesture of apology and respect puzzled the women present, who did not expect such behavior from someone with his level of power. Sona and Tsubaki exchanged a surprised glance before Sona cleared her throat and responded.
"I apologize for my servant's behavior," Trunks narrowed his eyes slightly at hearing the word "servant" from the young woman. "Indeed, I am Sona Sitri, one of the owners of this territory," she said as she adjusted her glasses. "May I ask what relationship you have with my father or if you know him from somewhere?"
The future warrior scratched his head, appearing somewhat nervous.
"It's a bit complicated to explain," Trunks began, choosing his words carefully. "You see, when I arrived in the underworld, I had serious injuries, and your father took care of my health, for which I am very grateful. So, as a gesture of gratitude, I came here to prevent Kokabiel from harming you. I'm glad to know you're safe. If something had happened to you, I couldn't look Dr. Abbader in the eyes."
The sincerity in Trunks's words left Sona somewhat bewildered. She didn't expect such a level of gratitude and commitment from someone she barely knew. His protective gesture towards her and his acknowledgment of her father managed to move her.
"I understand..." murmured Sona, touched by Trunks's honesty. "I really appreciate your concern and your actions. I can't express how grateful I am for your intervention. And..." she added, with a slight blush on her cheeks as she appeared slightly embarrassed, "I'm sure my father would also be very grateful to you."
Meanwhile, Rias and Akeno observed the interaction between Trunks and Sona from a certain distance, noticing the respectful and considerate tone of the young warrior from the future.
"Ara, ara..." murmured Akeno, with a characteristic mischievous smile. "It seems he's someone polite. It's refreshing to see such a chivalrous gesture in these times."
Rias nodded with a slight smile, impressed by Trunks's courtesy.
"Yes, it seems so," she responded before abruptly changing her expression. "Nevertheless, we must still exercise caution around him."
Back with Trunks, he had finished speaking with Sona. While she remained somewhat cautious unlike Tsubaki, she was no longer as hesitant to interact with him.
"By the way," Trunks said as he suddenly remembered something, catching Sitri's attention, "I think I have something here that might make our wait a bit more bearable," as he rummaged through his jacket and walked towards the center where both groups were.
"Let's see, ah, I still have it," he mentioned, under the attentive gaze of the youths, as he took out a capsule, remembering when his mother packed some provisions for him and Mai. He recalled with a blush how the younger Trunks from the present insisted on filling his little refrigerator with sodas, sweet drinks, and the occasional snack.
"Kaichō," Tsubaki whispered softly, "be careful, that guy has pulled out a strange device."
Sona nodded gently as she cautiously observed the device that Trunks had taken out. Although she showed no signs of alarm, she remained vigilant for any possible threat.
Remembering with a smile those moments he spent with his friends from the present before Zamasu messed everything up, he took out a capsule from there and pressing the button, he threw it a few centimeters away from the youths, revealing its contents: a refrigerator that seemed to come from the futuristic era, with a rather peculiar design.
"We can enjoy some drinks while we wait for Maō Lucifer's arrival," announced Trunks, showing the contents of the refrigerator. "They may not be the brand you're used to, but I assure you they're also delicious," Trunks assured, noticing the caution in the atmosphere without losing the smile on his face as he opened a can of soda and began to drink from it. "There are also some snacks, go ahead, feel free to take them."
Doubt and caution reflected in the gazes of Sona, some members of the Gremory and Sitri clans, as well as Xenovia, as they observed the refrigerator Trunks had brought out. They wondered about the origin of the refrigerator and the peculiar technology it seemed to imply. Uncertainty hung in the air as they wondered how Trunks had obtained such a device and what secret it could hold inside, and above all, who had created that device.
Amidst the uncertainty shared by those present, someone decided to approach the strange refrigerator, and most surprisingly, that person was the most unexpected and least likely to break the ice.
"I'll take one," exclaimed the blue-haired priestess as she took one of the drinks from the refrigerator, examining it closely. "Doesn't seem like it's going to explode or anything."
Her comment elicited nervous laughter from many of those present, easing the tension in the atmosphere slightly. However, curiosity about the origin of that mysterious young man still lingered in everyone's minds.
End of the chapter
Clarifications
1.- According to legend, the original owner of the sword was Emperor Charlemagne's paladin: Roland. Roland had used the sword to fight against an army of 100,000 men. Due to its great power and its lack of self-control, the sword chooses its bearer, and the church selects from the elite who this magnificent sword should serve.
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