I can't believe it! I I've reached over 150 reviews!
All I can say is… thank you, from the bottom of my heart! Reaching over 150 reviews is something I never imagined, and honestly, I couldn't have done it without you. Every comment, every critique, every word of support has been a huge motivation to keep writing with even more passion. You have no idea how incredibly happy I feel — the success of this crazy idea is all thanks to you.
I promise to work even harder so that each chapter becomes more enjoyable, exciting, and worthy of the love you've shown this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Danish78: Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm really glad that, despite everything, you still enjoyed the chapter. I completely understand what you mentioned about Serafall and Azazel—their behavior is stirring quite a bit of controversy, and believe me, there's a reason behind it all.
I truly appreciate your honesty, and your words motivate me to keep improving so that each chapter becomes even more enjoyable.
Dillanrodman: Thanks man! I'll take your suggestion!
CRUDEN: Ehh, OK!
abdihamza053!: here is!
Emiya Pendragon: The only thing I can tell you is to stay tuned to the story, and your question will be answered.
Phuxeds: Let's keep in mind that Trunks has a calm character, so he would decide to let go of the situation with Serafall. However, when it comes to Mai... that's a good question, and I'm not sure how to answer that yet.
Temsen: There is no one explanation for a woman's heart. What I can tell you is that when they are with someone they really like, someone they love, they are looking to feel unique and special. So much so that we, as partners, must have the ability to recognize them, to see beyond the superficial and understand what makes them feel valued, even in the smallest way. Even when it is an absurd and irrational situation. That's why Mai feels betrayed. Even though she understands that this is beyond Trunks' control, deep down, she expected to be special, that not even the magic of a fucking goddess who is supposed to be stronger than God could change that. As for Azazel, he is a professional liar and he has been feeding the politicians of the human world to divert attention on a tangent.
: Sure, be patient, please.
Some1call4MR-E: What you say about the saiyan instinct is right, that is why they were doomed to extinction, the Half-saiyan are much more moderate, I am sure that if a Human-saiyan hybrid was the king, the saiyan race would have prospered and they would have found a way to channel their fighting instinct. hahaha, poor Firgg, she just wanted to bring joy to her children.
And speaking of Norse myth, Odin's personality is fascinating. He is an omnipotent figure who seems to enjoy creating moments of shock and awe in his people. It's as if, once his leadership duties are done, his only real pleasure comes from watching the reactions. The idea that Odin barely sleeps is amusing: his "Odin dream" could be a myth or, at the very least, have a harem of beautiful women with gigantic breasts in which the degenerate old man can rub his face in.
Pasando de lado con Serafall, de hechon te equivocaste, sona no en este fic ni en la obra original, y planeo que en mi historia este viva, y aquí Serafall alcanzo el punto algiudo de su trama, pero prometo que explicare porque ella esta tasn traumatizada solo nhecesitro tiempo
it has been explained in the novels that Gasper's power does not work with high-powered individuals, but who knows, if he were to taste Trunks' blood what effects it would have?, he would be able to override that rule, I'd be interested.
As for Serafall, let's say that she has already reached the climax of her plot. This part is pivotal to her development as a character. What I can promise you is that I will explain in detail why she is so traumatized. I just need time. It's a complex story and deserves to be told well.
Dimiel: In my country we say, "En efecto es cine" XD Thank you for your very detailed and constructive comments! I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter and that you felt it was so intense. I completely understand your concern about the harem theme, and in fact, I have considered it. It's something I want to try in this story, but I promise I'll write it in a way that doesn't feel forced or awkward. I want each relationship to have its natural development, and it won't be something that's suddenly imposed.
As for the harem, I will use new girls and a few from the sitri and gremory clan, but don't worry, issei will have almost all his girls except for two of them, although there will be some minor adjustments that you might discover later. But don't worry, they will remain the same in their essence.
Regarding Serafall's PTSD. It's something I really wanted to show realistically, as the trauma doesn't go away easily, and her reaction had to be understandable and consequently must be very upsetting, to the point of making the reader lose their temper. The resemblance to *name censored* was a crucial factor in her emotional outburst, and I'm glad you captured it that way.
About Azazel, I totally agree with you! He behaves a bit like many politicians, especially in Latin America. He is an expert in diverting attention, in using the art of lying or manipulating circumstances to make people look in another direction and avoid facing what really matters. That is the reason why he does not act directly; he prefers to keep the peace through his political moves, but always with a touch of disinformation so that others do not see the reality of what is happening.
that is the essence of the character and for that reason in the novels he is removed as leader, damn, I think I made spoiler.
Without further ado, let's begin with the next chapter!
Chapter 20: Khaos brigade
Many of those present were completely motionless, frozen in place as if time itself had stopped.
Those who had not been affected were the faction leaders, Gabriel, both bearers of the celestial dragons, Rias, Asia, and Trunks, who was observing the situation somewhat worried.
"These presences... It can't be!" Trunks thought alarmed, recognizing that they were the same ones he had felt earlier, but had not paid attention to. An unforgivable oversight. "Damn it, I let my emotions get the better of me and didn't detect that there were more hidden presences here," he reprimanded himself as he bitterly remembered the heated argument that had just taken place.
But there was no time to lament.
"Are you all okay, guys?" the future warrior asked.
"Huh? Yes, we're fine." Rias was the only one who had the composure to respond, as the others were in a state of shock. "Do you know what's going on?"
"I have no idea," Trunks replied seriously, crossing his arms.
"Wow, who would've thought? We're being invaded!" muttered Azazel, as he looked out the window, seeing multiple magical circles of uncertain origin manifesting around them, giving way to hooded figures emerging from them. "I guess we'll have to leave that matter pending for now," he added, glancing briefly at the Maō, who seemed to be ignoring what was happening, looking spaced out.
Trunks approached the window for a better view, trying to identify where so many presences were coming from. His surprise grew as he discovered they were humans. He could tell by their energies, though there was something strange about them... but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
"They're mages," Rias Gremory said as she approached him. "Only one in a million humans is born with the ability to use magic."
Trunks was surprised by the revelation; he had never imagined that in this world there were humans born with magic.
"Judging by the large number of them, it seems like a coordinated attack. They're probably under the command of a high-level supernatural being or a leader mage who's against you," Trunks commented, observing how all the attackers wore burgundy robes that covered them completely, with an eye symbol on the hood that covered their heads. "An enemy sect, perhaps?"
"I'm not so sure," Rias responded, equally puzzled. "Many of them are scattered across the human world and in territories controlled by different factions... but we've never seen them coordinate such a large-scale attack."
"Etto. Rías onee-sama," said the nun, drawing the attention of the young redhead. "Why weren't we petrified?" asked Asia innocently, getting up with Issei's help.
"For several factors," Azazel intervened with a seriousness that was rare for him. "We, the leaders, and Gabriel, possess enough power to resist that kind of magic. The same applies to Trunks," he added, pointing at the blue-haired warrior, who raised an eyebrow, visibly confused. "Issei and Vali are protected by carrying the celestial dragons inside them," Azazel continued. "And Rias and you were saved because you took the hand of the Sekiryuutei just before the spell occurred. That's why you weren't affected."
Before they could say anything else, the mages quickly began manifesting magical circles and casting spells toward the classroom. The leaders quickly raised a defensive barrier, but even that protection wouldn't hold much longer against such an attack.
"The barrier won't hold," warned the leader of the heavens, somewhat alarmed as he saw the magical defense begin to give way to the endless barrage of spells. "We need to act fast."
"First of all, we need to help those who are still frozen," Sirzechs said, watching the others still immobile with concern. "Rias... did your bishop cause this?"
Rias was silent, her expression difficult to explain...
"Everything points to the enemy obtaining information about my servant... about his Sacred Gear, his abilities, his power," she murmured, her head lowered, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was also grinding her teeth, her voice trembling with contained rage. "And they're using him like a disposable tool...! I've never felt so insulted!"
An intense red aura erupted from her body, enveloping her like a demonic vortex. The rage emanating from her was so overwhelming that several people unconsciously backed away.
For his part, Trunks observed her closely. He hadn't expected someone like her to have such a high level of power. Although it didn't surprise him entirely, considering she was the sister of Maō Lucifer. If she focused her efforts on proper training, she could reach the same level as Sirzechs in the not-too-distant future.
"Leaving that aside," the angel of sacrifices spoke again, "the coincidences are too many for this attack to have been carried out with such careful precision." Azazel paused again. "This tells me there may be a traitor among us."
Sighing heavily and without saying another word, the governor general extended a hand toward the window. At that very moment, multiple magical symbols began to manifest in the sky outside the classroom, glowing intensely as they intertwined in a specific pattern. From those symbols, countless light lances descended like a divine deluge.
Noticing the threat, the mages hurriedly raised protective barriers. However, the defenses were useless.
The lances impaled them mercilessly, piercing their magical shields as if they were mere curtains of smoke. Screams of pain were heard before silence reigned once again.
Within seconds, the school grounds were filled with corpses...
"Hey... You didn't have to do that!" Trunks exclaimed in shock, approaching the governor general. "Some of those mages could've been controlled or forced to fight."
Azazel glanced at him sideways without taking his eyes off the outside.
"Curious..." he murmured with a slight sardonic smile. "You literally sliced Kokabiel into pieces and then turned him into particles." The fallen angel found it amusing that someone who had executed an enemy in a way that many would consider brutal was now indignant at what he had just witnessed. "Trust me, of all the people here, you have the least right to judge me," he added with a near mocking laugh.
Trunks didn't respond immediately. The memory of the battle with Kokabiel flashed in his mind like a lightning bolt, making him growl in annoyance.
"And I remind you that it was your ineptitude as the leader that you're supposed to be, that forced me to do that," the future warrior responded in a coarse manner.
The fallen angel snorted, irritated.
"Whatever, good guy," Azazel responded, dismissing the matter. "In case you've forgotten, let me remind you of the situation we're in. So, why don't you think about the best course of action to take instead of complaining?"
And it was true. Despite the deadly rain of light arrows, more and more magical circles began to appear suddenly in the air, revealing new mages who, without wasting time, resumed their attack. The spells continued to pour down relentlessly, and the defensive barrier began to give way slowly under the constant siege. At this point, no one knew how long the barrier would last.
"The choice is more than obvious," Vali said coldly, suddenly appearing in front of Azazel, Rias, and Trunks.
"It's crucial to unpetrify everyone and then counterattack," said the white dragon's bearer, showing no hint of doubt. "We need to eliminate that bishop."
Rias was shocked by such a statement, unable to comprehend how someone could propose such a drastic measure.
"You can't do that!"
"It's that or die," Vali said, pointing with one hand toward the tower where Gasper and Koneko were, ready to carry out his threat. "It's for the good of everyone."
Rias was about to yell at him to stop, but apparently, it wasn't necessary because someone had already taken Vali's hand. It was Trunks, who with surprising strength, had redirected his arm toward the ground, while glaring at the white dragon's bearer with a severe look. Vali returned the look, clearly annoyed by the interference, but deep down, he was surprised. Despite all the power he was using, he couldn't overpower him. Trunks remained completely calm, as if nothing was happening.
"Don't make decisions about the lives of others," Trunks said sternly. "No one is going to die today. We'll find another way to solve this without sacrificing innocents."
Vali clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by the interference, and abruptly freed himself from Trunks' grip. The latter simply watched him silently, not taking his eyes off his rival. He could feel Vali's energy from the first day they met, and although he knew Vali wasn't a bad person, he was incredibly reckless. The problem was that he made decisions lightly, willing to eliminate Koneko and Gasper without a second thought, just because he thought it was the best course of action or, in other words, that they were obstacles.
That was something he would not allow. He wouldn't let their lives be discarded like that.
" Hmp. You're too soft," Vali said, irritated, finding the future warrior's condescending attitude extremely annoying. "Are you going to let everyone here die for just two lives?"
"I've already told you, no one is going to die today," Trunks replied once again, not caring about the Hakuryuukō's words. "There's always a solution for everything, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't make hasty decisions."
Although he didn't know the vampire at all, that didn't mean he'd let him die. From what Rias had mentioned during the meeting, that boy was nothing more than a shy and scared child. Using him for his powerful Sacred Gear wasn't his fault; in the end, he was just a victim of circumstances.
Rias and her group let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the Saiyan's decision. They were genuinely grateful that he had stopped the Hakuryuukō and prevented the deaths of Gasper and Koneko.
Despite possessing such terrifying power, Trunks was a very good person.
"Alright, genius," the gray-haired one said sarcastically, crossing his arms. "Tell me a way to do this without causing deaths."
"Vali, this is supposed to be a meeting for a peace treaty. Don't go looking for unnecessary fights," before Trunks could respond, the cadre made his presence known, speaking to Vali in a reprimanding tone, though with a slight smile, as if he enjoyed the situation. "But if you can't hold yourself back, why don't you go out and have some fun?" It was more of a suggestion than a question.
Vali smiled sarcastically before giving both of his rivals a defiant, egocentric look. This made both of them frown, clearly annoyed by his attitude.
[Vanishing Dragon, Balance Breaker]
A deep voice was heard as Vali manifested his Sacred Gear, and immediately, a snow-white aura enveloped his entire body. When the light dissipated, his figure was revealed, completely covered by a shining armor, glowing as if it had been forged with fragments of stars. With a swift movement, he shot out through one of the windows, effortlessly shattering the glass.
Upon noticing his presence, the mages quickly began attacking him with a large number of magical shots. However, their efforts were in vain. None of the attacks landed. It was clear that his power level far exceeded that of his attackers, and their abilities didn't even faze him.
To everyone's surprise, several protective circles surrounded Vali, shielding him according to the trajectory of the shots. He remained unharmed, arms crossed, as if the skirmish were a child's game.
"That's impressive," Trunks thought, genuinely astonished by Vali's skill. It was an exceptional and extremely useful ability.
Everyone shared the same impression as the blue-haired man. The current Hakuryuukō was an incredibly skilled and strong being, almost unreal in his abilities. This realization made Issei feel inferior and powerless. The one who was supposed to be his destined rival surpassed him by far.
Vali was a true warrior, unlike him…
But that was going to change. He was determined to train hard alongside Trunks to surpass his own limits.
"Alright, the Hakuryuukō will keep them busy. Now, let's move on to what's important," Sirzechs said in a grave tone, as they still needed to get out of the situation they were in. "Rías, you have an unused rook piece in your set, right?" The red-haired man asked his sister.
"Hai, Lucifer-sama," Rías replied, showing her brother the respect he deserved in that moment. At that moment, he wasn't her annoying and perverted older brother; he was the Maō Lucifer. "The piece is on my desk."
"That might be our chance, let's use it to bring them there. We'll perform a castling," Sirzechs proposed, surprising everyone present, as they had forgotten about that ability of the Evil Pieces. For his part, Trunks understood what he was trying to do, but the concept was confusing to him, as in his world, he knew that move by a different name.
"Rías, Issei, any doubts?" The red-haired Satan asked. Both shook their heads firmly, determined to save their comrades. This made Sirzechs smile slightly. "Alright, let's not waste any more time. Every second counts."
The Maō unleashed his power and surrounded both young ones, who disappeared from everyone's sight. In their place, a rook piece appeared, which Sirzechs carefully took and stored, making sure not to lose it.
Then, they made a decision. They had to go into battle.
But before they could act, Trunks sensed an even more powerful presence, much stronger than the mages. It could be said that it was hundreds of times more intense and very malevolent. The Saiyan sharpened his gaze, for he immediately recognized the presence. It was the same as before, the one that hadn't gone unnoticed by him. He knew he wasn't mistaken; he had clearly felt its ki. However, that presence had managed to reduce its ki to a minimum, barely perceptible, in order to remain undetected. Now it was boldly revealing itself.
"Haaaa!"
Without saying a word, Trunks ignited his blazing blue ki and shot toward the courtyard, through the same place Vali had exited moments ago, determined to face the owner of that presence. He was sure that whoever owned that disgusting ki had orchestrated the attack, and if so, he would eliminate them immediately. Everyone present had to cover themselves, as the future warrior's takeoff was violent, causing a strong gust of wind.
The future warrior was heading towards the location of the presence, but suddenly, his advance was abruptly interrupted when several magical circles appeared, from which numerous female mages emerged, positioning themselves strategically to block his path. In seconds, Trunks found himself completely surrounded.
"Move aside or I'll be forced to act against you!" Trunks ordered authoritatively to the intruders blocking his path.
However, the women began to laugh, as if that warning meant nothing to them, clearly underestimating their opponent.
"Take care of this idiot," one of them ordered, and the others quickly obeyed, activating magical circles to attack.
Trunks, with astonishing calmness, extended his hands to the sides.
"HAAAAAAA!"
Suddenly, a torrent of colossal energy exploded from his body, creating a shockwave that swept through the air. The women were sent flying like rag dolls, crashing against the walls and the floor with such force that they left a trail of destruction in their wake, knocked down and unable to react.
"He sent them flying just by releasing his power," Azazel saw the scene, incredulous, but at the same time, he seemed to view it as a bad joke.
Sirzechs said nothing; he was equally surprised, but now he had to focus on keeping the barrier up.
All the mages' attention turned to Trunks. That bold display was like an insult, a challenge to them, or at least that's what they interpreted by looking at the Saiyan's gaze: fixed, calm, and dangerous.
Quickly, the mages stopped focusing on Vali and rushed to confront the Saiyan, as this affront would not go unpunished.
This time, the Saiyan was surrounded by hundreds of sorcerers, all ready to launch an attack. The mages began to conjure spells, preparing magical circles that shone intensely, ready to unleash their power on Trunks. However, the Saiyan maintained a relaxed expression and with impressive calm, he put his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small coin with a slow, almost casual gesture.
He then threw it without looking, as if it were a simple, inconsequential act. The coin rapidly ascended, spinning in the air with almost hypnotic grace. When the coin reached its highest point, it began to fall again. But Trunks, already knowing what was going to happen, didn't take his eyes off his enemies, who no longer dared to move. Everything was calculated.
"Alright, let's get started..." Trunks said quietly, having already detected the presence of all the targets to neutralize.
In the blink of an eye, the mages began launching their spells toward him, from energy blasts to fireballs, all converging in his direction. But Trunks moved with an impossible agility, dodging every attack as if time itself slowed down for him. Each spell passed by him without even grazing him, and with each step he took, he seemed to dance between the projectiles, a specter amidst the chaos.
One mage attempted to charge at him, his fist wrapped in magical energy, but Trunks dodged with a precise spin and, without missing a beat, struck him in the abdomen with a single blow. The mage fell to the ground instantly, unable to move.
"Too slow," Trunks murmured, showing no emotion as he continued his advance.
A couple of mages approached from the flanks, attempting to surround the Saiyan with fast, coordinated movements. However, Trunks anticipated their moves with ease. With a swift leap backward, he passed one of them, spinning in mid-air. At the same time, he released a burst of concentrated ki from the soles of his feet. The flash of energy completely blinded the mage, leaving him stunned before falling to the ground with a muffled scream.
The second mage, who had tried to capitalize on the opening and attack from behind, didn't have time to react. Trunks, with a speed that left no room for defense, spun around and delivered a precise strike with his open palm to the lower part of the solar plexus. The impact was brutal, and the mage fell to his knees, unable to catch his breath. He couldn't even let out a sound as the blow had stolen his ability to breathe.
The spells and physical attacks were useless. Each time a mage tried to close in, Trunks neutralized him with such ease that it was almost insulting to them. With a series of agile moves and precise strikes, he left several mages incapacitated, their bodies falling like sacks of potatoes before the unstoppable force of the Saiyan.
As the two mages collapsed to the ground, Trunks showed no hint of emotion on his face. He then looked at the remaining ones with that same expression.
The spells and physical attacks were pointless. Each time one of the mages tried to approach, Trunks neutralized him with an ease that bordered on humiliation. One of them fired a magical sphere directly at his back, but the Saiyan deflected it without even turning around, releasing a concentrated gust of wind that sent the sphere flying all the way to the classroom hall.
With agile and perfectly measured movements, he dodged another mage who tried to flank him, and knocked him out with a shutō uchi (1) straight to the back of the neck, the mage immediately collapsed as if his brain connections had lost control.
He try not to kill them, just incapacitate them," Gabriel mentioned, noticing that the fallen enemies were still breathing, which touched her deeply.
"It's incredible that, despite having that immense power, he hasn't been corrupted," the Overlord of Heaven remarked, surprised but with a smile on his face. "That's something no one expects."
"Despite being so soft," Azazel replied, arms crossed as he watched the battle, "he's ridiculously powerful."
Trunks continued his attack with the same calmness, knocking out many mages and dodging attacks with such ease that it seemed to defy all logic. Those watching couldn't help but feel amazed by the skill the Saiyan was displaying.
Vali watched closely as the last mage, who was kneeling and clutching his throat with both hands, struggled to breathe. Trunks had landed a precise strike with his index and middle fingers right at that pressure point, leaving him unable to continue.
The coin Trunks had thrown into the air finally began to fall again. Trunks caught it without looking away from his fallen opponents, who were scattered across the ground, incapacitated and too weak to rise.
"Hmp, damn smug" Vali thought to himself.
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Thanks to the castling move, Rías and Issei had appeared where Casper and Koneko were held captive. Suddenly, a loud commotion was heard. Although the transportation had been a success... something was off."
"Impossible, they have transported here!"
"Damn demons!"
The interior of the Occult Club room was completely overrun by mages. Somehow, they had taken the tower as an enemy base, which allowed Issei to promote himself as the queen.
In the center of the room, Casper and Koneko were suspended by powerful magical seals of orange color, glowing with an unsettling intensity. The seals had too many intricate and complex runes; they spread across the floor and walls, creating an arcane energy net that kept both of them immobilized.
Casper hung helpless, his arms extended, his wrists and ankles secured by four glowing points that acted as magical shackles. Each of these points glowed, securing his position and preventing any attempt at escaping. Koneko, on the other hand, was trapped in a similar fashion, but her posture was inverted, her body suspended upside down. The signs of her struggle were evident: her uniform was torn in several places, and her skin bore marks of superficial wounds. Despite the uncomfortable position and the traces of the battle she had fought, she maintained a serene expression, as if resisting the pain and the pressure of the seals without letting herself be defeated by the situation.
Rías noticed the style was too similar to the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth, and it ignited a fire in her stomach.
"Buchō... it's too late..." murmured the bishop, his voice broken, speaking with resignation. "I have failed. It's better if... if I die. Please... Buchō, Issei-sempai... kill me... Because of these eyes... I've been nothing but a burden to you..."
Gasper spoke through sobs, his voice trembling and stammering, barely able to escape. Tears fell from his face as he kept his gaze lowered, filled with guilt. He was trapped, used as a tool by the enemy, and in his mind, he was nothing more than an obstacle to everyone.
"I'm causing problems for everyone... You should leave me here... I... am worth nothing..."
Rías knelt in front of him, getting as close as the seals allowed. Her face showed tenderness, but also a fierce determination. She smiled at him warmly.
"Don't say nonsense, Gasper. I won't abandon you, understand? When you reincarnated as a demon, you became a part of me. You are my responsibility... and my pride. You've been reborn here, and you are going to live, not just for me, but for yourself. I will make sure of it."
But her words seemed to not be enough. Gasper slowly shook his head, still consumed by hopelessness.
"No... I can't... I'm just a bother... I have no value..."
"Enough!" Rías exclaimed, but her voice wasn't one of anger, rather one of pain. "You are my servant and part of my family. I will never leave you behind."
"That's right, Gasper!" added Issei with enthusiasm, stepping forward. "Buchō and I are with you! And, we also have Trunks-aniki on our side! There's no way we're going to lose!"
"Trunks-nii is here?" asked the little dhampir, lifting his gaze.
"That's right. Do you think he'll want to meet you if you're whining and giving up? Didn't you say you wanted to be like him too?"
"When Rías put Gasper under Issei's tutelage so he could better control his power, it didn't take long for Issei to give him his own 'creative' vision of the ability he possessed. According to his perverted sempai, the power to stop time was useful not only for combat but for highly 'creative' purposes. According to him, Gasper could use his power while the girls were changing to go to the gym, either to admire, in his words, the marvelous figure of the female body, steal their underwear for recreational purposes, or slow down time to observe in great detail how sweat slid down their bodies when they went to shower. Issei seriously claimed that it was a gift that many good-hearted degenerates would dream of."
"However, aside from those absurd fantasies, Issei also told him about someone he deeply admired: the young man who had saved them from Kokabiel. He told him everything about him, leaving out no details. He said he was kind, brave, and ridiculously strong. A true hero. He confessed that he wished to be like him one day."
Gasper was enchanted by the story. From then on, he wished to meet Trunks. He admired the image Issei had built of him, and secretly, he also wanted to learn by his side. If his sempai could become his apprentice, why couldn't he?
However, due to his social phobia, he wasn't sure if he had the courage to ask. Still, deep down, a part of him longed for it with all his might.
Gasper was brutally struck by a mage, who then grabbed his hair forcefully, making him lift his head. A mocking smile appeared on her face as she looked at him with disdain. Issei, observing with a furrowed brow, realized something: all the mages present were women. Witches? Maybe. But also cruel warriors.
"You are all truly stupid," the woman said disdainfully. "The way you treat this half-vampire is ridiculous. By nature, he is a dangerous being. It's just like the Ancient Demon Kings' faction claims: the Gremory are powerful, yes, but also absurdly emotional and weak in judgment."
"Maybe this poor neophyte would have been more useful if you had brainwashed him from the beginning. If you had molded him as a tool, you could have unleashed his Sacred Gear uncontrollably and used that chaos against the fallen angels."
Rías frowned, visibly annoyed by the cloaked woman's vulgar words, but she said nothing.
"Maybe you even would have eliminated one of their leaders," the woman continued mockingly. "But no… you chose to treat your servant as a loved one. What a waste."
The mage spat on the ground and clicked her tongue in contempt.
"Curious way to speak for someone who is nothing more than cannon fodder."
"Anikiii..." exclaimed the Sekiryuutei, observing his future master with genuine joy.
Gasper lifted his gaze, and his eyes met those of the warrior from the future. Trunks stood tall as an imposing figure, gallant, brave, and confident. He didn't need words; his mere presence radiated so much confidence, as if he were someone who could do almost anything.
"W-Who the hell are you?" the mage asked, taking a step back. She didn't want to admit it, but the aura Trunks emitted froze her blood. It was as if all her magical instincts screamed that she was facing someone she shouldn't provoke.
"Trunks?" Rías asked, momentarily forgetting the anger she had toward the mage. "What are you doing here?"
The Saiyan took a moment before responding. A faint half-smile appeared on his face.
"I neutralized all the attackers," the future warrior said calmly, then explained why he had arrived late to the summit. "I didn't want to say anything to avoid raising suspicions, but when I arrived at the meeting, I felt a powerful and malevolent presence. However, shortly after, that presence mysteriously disappeared. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but I didn't want to mention anything... I thought it wouldn't be appropriate to interfere in a summit where peace was being negotiated."
Rías opened her eyes in surprise. She hadn't expected such a response.
"I found out who was behind it all," Trunks continued, looking at Gasper and Koneko, still imprisoned. "But Sirzechs-sama asked me to come and help you. He said they would take care of the rest."
A mocking laugh interrupted his words.
"Hahaha! You must be joking. You're saying you defeated all our comrades by yourself?"
Trunks looked at her indifferently, and for some reason, the mage swallowed hard. Those eyes had pierced the most primitive part of her being.
"You can believe whatever truth you want," he replied disdainfully. "I'll give you one chance: release those children, take your wounded comrades, and disappear... or you'll end up like them."
Some of the mages exchanged nervous glances, unsure of whether to advance or retreat. Others muttered curses under their breath, clearly torn between fear and defiance. But it was the one who appeared to be their leader—the same mage who had suggested using Gasper as a tool and who had cast the seals holding Koneko and Gasper captive—that was visibly affected. She swallowed hard, her body seemingly frozen by fear.
Due to her gift for perceiving the magical, spiritual, and vital power of living beings, she had dared to analyze the newcomer... and what she discovered left her utterly petrified. Her face drained of color, and cold sweat trickled down her back.
That power was monstrous.
It far surpassed Ophis's!
Not just by a little... but by thousands of times!
"A-Attack..." he stammered in a cracked voice, "kIiILL hIiiIIiiMm!" he shouted in an unhinged manner.
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Seriously hesitating, three of the mages launched into the attack, but quickly Trunks had sent them flying, a dry sound was heard, the three attackers were unconscious. The other three were paralyzed, trembling with fear, but finally made up their minds to attack.
Trunks sighed heavily.
A few quick and fluid movements were all it took. Mixing Taekwondo techniques and Chinese martial arts, the future warrior neutralized them one by one. With almost artistic precision, he left them incapacitated without spilling a single drop of blood.
"Alright, this should be enough," Issei said while tying up the unconscious mages with an improvised magical rope. "You know, aniki, we had everything under control. You didn't have to help us," he added, his tone playful as he used his energy to break the seals holding Koneko and Gasper. "Though, you wouldn't believe it, we had a super-duper awesome move prepared..."
"Really?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow with a slight smile as Rias began walking toward the exit of the club.
Issei's eyes sparkled with excitement. He liked the idea of impressing Trunks.
"Of course! I was going to give Gasper some of my blood. I'm sure that would've made him incredibly strong and—"
"Nooooo, how scary!" Gasper screamed, eyes wide in terror, curling up. "If I drank your blood, I would've gone out of control! I'd probably turn into a terrifying monster! I don't want that!"
Issei blinked several times, utterly confused.
"Huh? Really?"
Meanwhile, Trunks, who was watching the scene, could only let out a faint sigh. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as he observed the dramatically shaken knight.
"I guess… that wasn't such a great idea…" the future warrior commented with a nervous smile. " think Rias-san was not exaggerating when she said that her servant was very shy.
"Well, at least you thought of a brilliant move, I'll give you credit for that," Trunks added, nodding in approval. "Next time, I promise I won't overshadow your moment."
"I know, it was going to look awesome, but oh well, hahaha," Issei responded with an exaggeratedly confident smile... though deep down, he knew that idea hadn't come from him, but from Azazel. Still, he wasn't about to miss the chance to show off a bit.
Quickly, everyone left the tower and made their way to the battlefield.
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"Kateerea Leviathan... What the hell do you think you're doing?" the red-haired Maō asked severely.
"What I should've done all along," the woman replied, her tone thick with resentment. "Take back the position that rightfully belongs to me."
Her eyes locked onto Maō Leviathan, who was still in emotional shock, unable to react fully.
"The position that was stolen from me by that fake demon!" she spat with contempt, venom lacing her voice.
Serafall didn't respond immediately. Her breath was still shallow, shaken by what had happened in that meeting. The thought of almost killing her own sister due to an unresolved trauma consumed her inside. But then, she lifted her gaze... and what Katerea saw was not fragility, but a cold, serious, and dangerously threatening expression. A look that made even the self-proclaimed original Leviathan flinch, if only for a moment.
"And how do you plan to take my position?" Serafall asked, her voice as cold as ice. This new side of her surprised everyone present. It was rare, almost ironic, to see her like this. Sirzechs watched her seriously, as that discussion with Trunks had clearly changed her demeanor. "Do you want to fight for it?" she spat mockingly, almost belittling her.
"Oh, dear, that's obvious. And I assure you, I'll be the one to win," Katerea shot back.
"You don't compare to me, Leviathan," Serafall's tone turned venomous. "What you're demanding is not only pathetic, it's stupid. You're not worth my time."
The others held their breath. But Serafall was no longer looking at her. Her eyes, now calm and serious, shifted to another figure. Katerea noticed and followed her gaze, her face twisting in irritation. Serafall's gaze was fixed on the young man with blue hair who had been silently observing the entire exchange.
"I have my own target to defeat!" Serafall spat with hatred, letting all her resentment surface as she cast a murderous look directly at Trunks, who met her gaze seriously.
Katerea clenched her fists. Her breathing became heavy, almost beast-like. The purple aura surrounding her crackled violently, her eyes, bloodshot in a sneer of rage, fixed on Serafall.
"You miserable ursurper, you'll see how I'll make you swallow your words! I will kill you and make you suffer..." Katerea's voice echoed with deadly hatred, the threat laced with pure fury.
Suddenly, purple tentacles wrapped around Katerea's figure, her body glowing with a sinister purple hue. The tentacles surrounding her pulsed with dark energy, almost tangible, as if they were absorbing something far greater and deeper. After absorbing them, the true Leviathan's body was engulfed in an ominous glow, and her aura surged to levels that should have been impossible for her.
"I can't believe it..." Trunks murmured, his tone full of surprise and distrust. "After absorbing those tentacles, her ki jumped to absurd levels."
Concentrating further, the warrior of the future closed his eyes for a moment, his countenance hardened as he learned where the tentacles of energy were coming from.
"I can feel the ki of Ophis in those things... What the hell are you up to?"
The future warrior knew that, despite Katerea raising her ki to extraordinary levels, she was still no match for Sirzechs or Serafall. Still, his intuition warned him that it wasn't just about physical or spiritual power, and he shouldn't let his guard down. Something deeper was brewing at that very moment… and if he didn't act, the consequences could be disastrous. So, he prepared to intervene.
But it seemed Azazel had gotten ahead of him.
"Ha! This is getting interesting," Azazel commented, floating until he placed himself in front of the original descendant of Leviathan. She only looked at him with contempt.
"I've gotten that look too many times today," the fallen leader added in a playful tone. "You seem a little disappointed. Is something wrong?"
"This is none of your business, you filthy raven," Katerea spat, clearly irritated by the interference. "I want to kill that woman, so get out of my way… or I'll kill you first."
"You shouldn't underestimate your opponents," Azazel warned with a smile, as he pulled out a miniature spear from his coat, a purple jewel embedded in the hilt. "You never know who you're dealing with."
The spear glowed, and Azazel's body shone with a yellow light that illuminated the place.
"Balance Breaker…"
A golden, intense light enveloped the area, forcing many of those present to shield their eyes. From Azazel's silhouette, a draconic form emerged, imposing, with sharp contours and a devastating aura. A creature resembling a dragon seemed to manifest beside him. Then, twelve black wings erupted violently from his back, unfolding majestically. The black feathers waved fiercely, dragging with them a gust of dark wind that swept through the surroundings.
Katerea narrowed her eyes for a moment, recognizing that this power should not be taken lightly.
"I know you can't resist playing the hero and stopping the villain of the day," Azazel remarked calmly, addressing Trunks, though his gaze remained fixed on Katerea. "But for personal reasons, I believe it's necessary for me to intervene in this."
He paused briefly, while the black wings behind him fluttered with an imposing aura.
"You don't mind, right?"
Trunks shook his head in disapproval.
"Do what you think is necessary," he responded in a somewhat indifferent tone.
"Perfect. Our unexpected and untimely guest gave me the green light," Azazel said with mockery. "Well, Katerea-chan, shall we begin?"
"Don't get too cocky, Raven!" Katerea roared as she snapped back to herself, overflowing with rage. "Having that armor won't help you!"
"Oh, really?" Azazel replied sarcastically, clearly enjoying the moment. His mockery was evident, which only fueled Katerea's fury even more. "Then let's see if what you say is true." He raised a hand and provocatively gestured for her to come closer. "Or are you afraid?"
Blinded by the provocation, Katerea unleashed all the energy that Ophis' serpent had granted her. Her purple aura roared around her as she charged forward with wild fury. Azazel responded immediately, wielding his spear with overwhelming confidence.
¡Slash!
Katerea couldn't believe it. Not even in her worst nightmares had she imagined something like this. Azazel appeared behind her in the blink of an eye, his spear still extended in front. A clean cut sliced through her side. The pain made her scream; the humiliation, made her roar with rage. She hadn't seen the move. The fallen angel had been too fast... and too clever.
They both charged at each other again, this time in a more evenly matched confrontation. Katerea's power had increased, and now she was able to put up a fight. But Azazel kept smiling. That damn mocking smile... it was as if he were enjoying himself.
Explosions rang out across the area as the two opponents collided again and again. Shockwaves shook the surroundings, and several mages who were still conscious scrambled to move as far away as possible, knowing they were witnessing a battle far beyond their capabilities.
Katerea roared with fury, her attacks more erratic but also more destructive. Each strike carried immense demonic power enhanced by the dark energy she had absorbed. However, Azazel wasn't falling behind; the armor he wore gave him the bonus he needed to stand up to the original Leviathan.
Issei, Rias, Gasper, and Koneko remained hidden in one of the ruins, as the ground cracked beneath their feet, and the air itself seemed to distort with each clash.
But Azazel, despite his relaxed attitude, dodged with surgical precision. His Balance Breaker granted him not only raw strength but also speed and movement reading that seemed supernatural.
"Is that all you've got, Katerea?" he asked with a crooked smile, blocking one of her kicks with the base of his spear. "I thought you were going to make me tremble."
"Shut up!" she spat, releasing a guttural roar that shot a blast of dark energy at point-blank range. "I'm going to consume you right now!"
Azazel was pushed back, but he landed on a floating rock without losing his composure. Only then did his expression change slightly.
From above, Trunks watched with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp as a sword. Although he wasn't intervening yet, his senses were completely focused on the fight. Katerea's fury. Azazel's technical mastery. The corrupt aura emanating from the woman. And yet... something didn't add up.
Then, his mind began to wander...
*Flashback*
A training field within the Supreme Kai's planet. Shin walked in circles while Trunks, panting, tried to follow an energy sphere that flew erratically. The movements of the energy sphere were very confusing, and despite having excellent perception, he couldn't predict its attack pattern.
"You can't just rely on your perception, Trunks," said the Supreme Kaiōshin with a relaxed attitude. "You must learn to predict the unpredictable, see what is invisible. Feel what can't be felt."
"Predict the unpredictable?" Trunks asked, confused, as he tried to focus on the ki sphere. "Do you mean I have to guess what the enemy is thinking?"
Shin shook his head, smiling gently.
"Not exactly. It's... a higher perception. A more optical view of the soul. If you manage to synchronize your mind with your opponent's spiritual flow, their movements will no longer be unpredictable. The emotions, the intentions... even the thoughts, everything will be like an open book to you..."
"How will I achieve that?"
Shin took his time to sip from his cup of tea.
"Introspection, mental peace, patience... And above all, detachment from impulse. When the mind is calm, the enemy's thoughts are like screams in the middle of silence..."
*Flashback end*
That day, Trunks didn't fully understand. But now... now he felt it with absolute clarity. For the first time, he could perceive it all: Katerea's emotions, her movements, her body language... The original Leviathan's intentions were more than evident.
"AZAZEEEEEEEEL, RUN AWAY!" Trunks yelled with all his might, drawing the attention of the governor general, but...
"TOO LATE, YOU IDIOTS!" Katerea roared with overflowing fury.
Hundreds of purple arms emerged behind her, rushing at full speed towards Azazel. Without thinking, Trunks stepped in between the attack, extending his arms and creating a ki barrier that exploded in a blue glow.
The tentacles collided with the energy shield, and in an instant, they began to twist, bubble, and dissolve into the air with a sharp whistle, leaving behind an ethereal trail, like steam escaping from a freshly opened wound. Ironic: the original Leviathan's attack was neutralized exactly the same way she had planned to end the General Governor.
"NoOoOooO IT CaaAaAAaN'T BeEEeEeeE...! The original Leviathan screamed, frantic, unable to believe how her plan was crumbling before her eyes.
But she had no time to react.
Her field of vision was abruptly blurred... replaced by the image of a pair of boots that, with brutal force, struck her squarely.
¡Boom!
Katerea was sent flying like a projectile, crashing into an adjacent building, raising a cloud of dust and debris.
It was over—the original Leviathan was out of combat...
"Well, well, you're too impatient," the fallen angel said with a mocking smile, crossing his arms.
"And you're too careless," Trunks replied, keeping his gaze fixed on the spot where Katerea had fallen. "Trust me, I know you were dying to settle things, but she planned to dissolve you the way carnivorous plants deal with their prey."
The fallen angel couldn't help but laugh.
"That was a fairly detailed description," he said, wiping away a tear and looking with amusement in the same direction as the future warrior. "I see she's still alive. Any particular reason for that?"
Trunks sighed lightly.
"I thought it would be better to interrogate her," the Saiyan replied. "They coordinated a large-scale attack. I'd say they've been planning this for a long time."
"I suppose you have a point," the fallen conceded with a slight shrug. "Anyway, I think we can extract some information from our demonic friend... Ugh!"
"Azazel!" Trunks shouted, surprised.
Just as the governor was about to approach the defeated body of Katerea, he was ambushed by a sphere of immense concentrated magical power. Trunks felt the energy pierce the air like a needle. He would have sworn there were no more enemies, but then he felt it—a familiar presence. It was probably the traitor Azazel had spoken of.
Issei barely avoided being caught, as the impact had caused the governor to fall dangerously close to him.
"Your attack is more refined..." the fallen angel replied as he slowly rose from the newly formed crater, brushing the dust off his shoulders. "So, you're our little traitor. Life sure does bring surprises, doesn't it, Vali?"
"I'm sorry, Azazel, but I realized this side is much more entertaining."
Vali floated in the air with the Hakuryuukō wings fully spread, radiating power. His smile was cynical and cheeky, without a hint of regret. He had made his decision with conviction, knowing that in this new faction, he would have the battles he had always desired... and the opportunity to become even stronger.
Now that he had revealed himself as a traitor, he could fight without restrictions. No strings attached. And that meant only one thing: he could face Brief without anyone standing in his way.
But before that, there was something to settle.
"You bastard, so you were the traitor!" Issei exclaimed, glaring angrily at his destined rival.
"Before we continue, let me clarify something," Azazel intervened, stepping out of the crater with dust still falling from his shoulders. He calmly levitated in the air until he was in front of Vali, looking him in the eye. "Our vice governor general has been gathering some rather interesting information about an organization that's planning to challenge the three great biblical factions..."
Azazel paused, pretending to be thoughtful, as he theatrically placed a hand on his chin.
"Hmm... What were they called again? Oh, yes," he snapped his fingers with a mocking grin. "Khaos Brigade."
Khaos Brigade..." Sirzechs repeated, tense, watching the scene with concern.
"How terrible!" Gabriel exclaimed, shuddering. "For an organization to have emerged from the shadows, gathering dangerous beings with the goal of disrupting the peace and balance we worked so hard to achieve."
"Indeed," Azazel responded seriously, before turning his attention back to Vali. "And based on the information we've gathered, we've concluded that the leader of this organization is none other than Ouroboros, Ophis herself."
"Ophis..." Rias repeated, somewhat shocked, drawing the attention of her knight.
"Is she a dragon?" Issei asked, confused.
"The Infinite Dragon..." she murmured, her expression one of awe. "The most powerful dragon of all, even more than God."
"Wait a minute... Did you say Ophis?" Trunks interjected, frowning seriously. His reaction didn't go unnoticed by anyone.
Azazel raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Well, that's a surprise... Do you know her?"
"I could say I had the 'pleasure,'" the Saiyan responded, not taking his eyes off Vali. "Once we're done with him, I'd be happy to share what I know about her."
The fallen angel smiled ironically. He didn't want to admit it, but Trunks was starting to grow on him.
"Quite the mess you've gotten yourself into..." Azazel commented with a sigh, before returning to a serious tone. "Anyway, we were getting sidetracked. Based on all this, did you join them to claim your rightful place?"
"Well, it seems you did your homework, Azazel," the Hakuryuukō responded mockingly, still floating in the air with a haughty smile. "As you said, it's true that I joined Ophis' forces. But both she and I are not interested in world domination. We simply... attracted those who yearned for power."
"I see... And here I thought you and Katerea were close friends," Azazel commented sarcastically. "Or maybe you were planning to take the throne of the Original Demon Lord."
"The Original Maō?" Gabriel asked, confused.
"What are you talking about?" Rias inquired, both surprised and worried.
Vali smiled arrogantly, letting the silence do its work before proudly pronouncing what would be considered one of the biggest revelations.
"My name is... Vali Lucifer." Everyone was stunned by the declaration. "I am the direct descendant of him, the product of the union between a pure demon and a human woman..."
"My God..." Michael murmured, visibly shocked by the chain of revelations. "He could clearly be the most powerful Hakuryuukō in history," he commented, still in disbelief.
The others were no better off. They all remained silent, unable to process what they had just heard. It wasn't that it was impossible, but the odds of something like this happening were almost nonexistent. Vali was a unique case... an unexpected anomaly.
It was then that the silver-haired man spoke again, with the same arrogant calmness as before, this time addressing the brown-haired boy.
"Hyoudo Issei..."
The mere mention of his name immediately caught his attention. Issei narrowed his eyes, tense.
"How cruel fate is, don't you think?"
"What are you talking about?" Issei asked, in a serious and alert tone, never taking his eyes off him.
"I'm a descendant of a Satan, and at the same time, I bear a Longinus-type Sacred Gear, one of the most powerful," Vali boasted, extending his arms, demonstrating his greatness. His arrogance was evident, something that clearly irritated Issei. "I am the very definition of what's considered a miracle." He taunted, mocking the Red Dragon, trying to provoke him. "Meanwhile, you... a mere human reincarnated as a demon. You have neither the talent nor the skill." He sneered at the Red Dragon, clearly trying to make him angry. "You don't have the motivation to become strong, nor the will to fight."
The only one who wasn't surprised was Trunks, who remained completely indifferent to Vali's words.
"Your abilities are still dormant, you're still weak. Maybe you need a real motivation," he added with a malicious tone, which did not sit well with anyone. "Perhaps I should eliminate your friends. That might make you wake up," he said, pointing at the others, making everyone nervous. Issei stepped forward, visibly furious at his rival's intentions. "Or maybe your parents. If I were to eliminate them, how strong do you think you could become?"
"How cruel," Asia said, about to cry.
"You wouldn't live to find out."
Before Issei or anyone else could respond, Trunks appeared behind Vali, taking the Hakuryuukō by surprise. Vali quickly moved away, purely by instinct.
"You bastard," Vali snorted. "At what fucking point did you...
However, Trunks walked past, ignoring Vali, carrying the original Leviathan, who lay unconscious. While they had been talking and questioning Vali's true intentions, Trunks took the opportunity to search for her before more mages appeared out of nowhere to rescue their leader.
"She's alive," said Sirzechs as he saw Trunks gently lay the original Leviathan before him.
"She planned to kill herself along with Azazel. I anticipated her intentions and neutralized her. I thought she might be a fitting gift for you, as thanks for the kindness you've shown me," Trunks replied, with a half-smile inherited from Vegeta, but truly grateful. "You'll decide what to do with her—whether to extract information or put her on trial." Then, he fixed his gaze on Issei. "Well, you heard him... What are you going to do about it?"
"Uuh..." Issei responded, momentarily forgetting his anger.
"His intentions are clear," Trunks said seriously as he stepped closer to Issei. "He's not joking or bluffing—he's ready to follow through with his threats. Are you going to allow it?"
Issei felt a mix of doubt and fear. This was the first time he'd face someone with such overwhelming power. It was one thing to fight rogue devils and Kokabiel, but Vali and the White Dragon were on a different level. They were so well-trained and prepared that their power could defeat a Cadre. They were warriors in every sense of the word, unlike him. Even though he hated Vali for what he'd said, he couldn't deny the truth behind his words—he wasn't that strong or skilled.
But then, he remembered his beloved president, his friends, and his parents. That filled him with courage and determination. He wouldn't let that battle-crazed maniac take away the people he loved. Even if he had to die in this fight, he had to try. He wasn't going to let that bastard win.
"You're right, aniki!" he shouted with resolve, unleashing his power. "I won't let this idiot take away everything that matters to me! Booster Gear!"
One of Azazel's sacrifices shattered on the spot as the Booster Gear activated its command, unleashing all its power.
[Welsh Dragon: Overbooster]
Ddraig's voice suddenly roared, and the armor instantly enveloped Issei's body. Without wasting time, he launched himself forward, facing Vali, who smiled, thrilled by the battle about to unfold. He then summoned his armor as well, ready for the clash.
Trunks simply crossed his arms, watching closely. He wanted to analyze their defenses, spot their weaknesses, and evaluate their performance in combat. It was all part of his plan to train him later.
It didn't take long for both Sacred Gear users to charge at each other. However, in mere seconds, the brunette began to be overwhelmed, despite wielding the Dragon Slayer's power.
"He's vastly superior," Trunks murmured, analyzing every move with precision, under Rias's astonished gaze. "The power gap is massive. You can tell Vali went through rigorous training… But if Issei can make the most of what he has, he might just turn the tide."
Both trails—white and red—clashed violently in midair. The fight seemed balanced at times, until the fragile balance shattered: Issei kissed the ground for the second time.
[DIVIDE]
"M-my power..."
"Get up! You haven't shown your best yet!" Trunks demanded, appearing just inches away from him, with the stern tone of a mentor. "Don't let your emotions control you. Clear your mind, coordinate your attacks. and use what you have at your disposal."
"H-hai…" Issei replied with effort, relying on his willpower. "After all, Buchō is watching me… AND I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE!"
[Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost]
[BLADE]
Ascalon emerged with a flash from the Boosted Gear, immediately imbued with the amplified power of the Sacred Gear. The blade vibrated with draconic energy, ready to slice through any obstacle.
The fight resumed with greater intensity. Although Issei was starting to close the gap, he still struggled to keep up with his opponent. Every blow pushed him further. The sacrifice from Azazel that allowed him to achieve his Balance Breaker was about to run out, and when it did, he'd lose his current form.
"Now I remember more clearly," Vali said with disdain, gathering energy in both hands. "In your fight against Kokabiel, you spent all your time protecting your friends. Maybe… they'll become my new targets."
"What did you just say?!" shouted Issei, outraged.
Without warning, Vali hurled his energy spheres at point-blank range—aimed directly at Asia, Rias, and the other leaders present.
But he didn't count on the speed of the warrior from the future.
Trunks appeared in a flash, deflecting both spheres with a swipe of his hand. The explosions echoed in the distance. Asia and the others breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the Saiyan's intervention.
Vali scowled as he saw his attack fail.
"Tch, you damn meddler" He grumbled in annoyance as he saw Trunks standing completely still, arms crossed and a piercing gaze directed at him.
The battle resumed as both wielders descended to the ground, initiating a fierce hand-to-hand combat. Their armors clashed with force, each impact shaking the air and sending shockwaves across the field.
Issei, more focused than ever before, found an opening. Without hesitation, he unsheathed Ascalon and slammed it against the flank of his enemy's armor, breaking a portion of Vali's Balance Breaker. Sparks and energy fragments scattered instantly.
"Vanishing Dragon, Vali!" he exclaimed with determination. "I'm going to transfer power to your wings until they can't take it anymore!"
The Transfer command activated. The channeled power overloaded the Divine Dividing, pushing its function to a critical point. The strategy was simple: collapse it completely and leave Vali defenseless for the final blow.
"Feel the power of the Dragon Slayer!" roared Issei as Ascalon glowed with purifying energy and landed a precise strike.
"He did it!" Rias exclaimed, thrilled to see the white armor begin to crumble.
But her expression changed instantly upon noticing Trunks's serious and intense gaze.
"DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN, ISSEI!" the warrior from the future shouted firmly. "TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIS VULNERABILITY AND DELIVER THE FINAL BLOW!"
Issei had heard him, but got distracted by Vali's laughter.
"This is getting interesting…" said the silver-haired boy with a smile. "You managed to break my Sacred Gear. I knew you could if you put your mind to it."
"It can't be…" the others murmured, stunned as they watched the Balance Breaker begin to reconstruct itself around Lucifer's descendant.
To make matters worse, the gem embedded in Issei's red gauntlet began flashing intensely.
"What's going on, Ddraig?" he asked, concerned by the signal.
[The sacrifice has reached its limit. I suggest we retreat] announced Ddraig's deep voice.
"But if we do that… then Buchō and the others…" Issei didn't finish the sentence. Suddenly, he remembered Trunks's words, firm and clear moments before: "Use whatever you have to your advantage."
His eyes locked onto a bright blue sphere—a residual fragment of Vali's Balance Breaker still pulsing with energy.
"Ddraig… Aniki told me to use everything I've got," he said with resolve, lifting the sphere.
[Well, well… this is interesting. Are you willing to take that risk, partner?] The dragon inside him sounded thrilled by his wielder's recklessness.
"Of course I am!" he affirmed with a determined smile as he gripped the sphere tightly. "After all… I still haven't taken Buchō's virginity, and I refuse to die a virgin!"
[HAHAHAHA! Very well… as the Welsh Dragon, I demand you prepare yourself, Hyoudou Issei!]
"What the hell are you planning now, worm?" Vali asked, frowning as he saw Issei holding the Sacred Gear sphere.
"Something really stupid!" shouted Issei, irrational bravery glowing in his eyes. "I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR POWER!"
The moment he inserted the gem into one of his gauntlets, the lights began flashing between green and blue, alternating in increasingly intense bursts.
[How reckless…] Albion scoffed arrogantly. [Our powers are opposing forces. Before you can assimilate anything, your body will be destroyed.]
The forecast was grim. Even the gauntlet creaked and vibrated under the internal strain. However, Trunks didn't take his eyes off Issei. He believed in the brunette. He believed that with enough willpower, Issei would pull through.
Until suddenly…
[Power is taken]
An explosion of light engulfed Issei's right arm, and to everyone's astonishment, it turned completely white, resembling the arm of the Vanishing Dragon.
"Alright!" exclaimed Issei, smiling with confidence as he felt the new power surge through his body. "Now I've taken your power! Get ready for—"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Vali's laughter cut him off, shattering the cliché moment with coldness. "I didn't think you'd actually pull that off… I guess I should try this."
"'This'?" repeated Issei, frowning.
[Half Dimension]
A shockwave ripped through space, shaking the very foundations of reality. The sky began to fracture like glass, the ground turned unstable, and a strange white void started devouring the surroundings.
"It can't be..." Azazel whispered, a mix of awe and concern in his voice as he watched the dimension begin to completely shift. "Are you seriously planning to use that here?!"
"This is dangerous!" Michael shouted, his face completely distraught. "Vali plans to destroy us along with this reality!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
What Vali was doing shattered like a window struck by a soccer ball. The altered dimension exploded into scattered fragments of energy, dissipating with sudden violence that left everyone stunned. The cause of it: Brief Trunks.
Everyone stared at him in awe. He had managed to neutralize the White Dragon's technique just by releasing his power. Even the heavenly leaders looked on in disbelief at the feat.
"You did well, Issei. Take a break," said Trunks, walking toward both combatants with a serious expression that chilled the blood of many present.
By pure instinct, Vali took a few steps back, sensing that overwhelming presence.
"Hold this," Trunks added, slowly unsheathing his two swords and planting them into the ground with a faint metallic crunch.
The Sekiryuutei looked at him in surprise.
"A-Aniki..."
Little by little, the blue-haired young man began to levitate, drawing everyone's attention. His face was frowning, but his energy told another story. He was furious. After all, they had all nearly died because of the unhinged recklessness of a spoiled brat.
Lightning began to course through his body, like snakes of pure energy dancing in rage. The Ki he released was suffocating, overwhelming, enough to make even Vali shudder for a second. Though he quickly pulled himself together, knowing that, at last, his glorious moment had come.
He would finally have his ultimate test.
He would finally fight him.
Vali smirked arrogantly, thrilled for the fight to come… completely unaware of the predicament he had just walked into.
End of Chapter
Clarifications
1.- The Shuto uchi is a karate blow that is made "from the inside out" with the edge of the hand. It is a precision strike that seeks sensitive points of the opponent.
The term "uchi" means "inside" in Japanese, in those terms we could define that it is a blow that affects the inside of the opponent.
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