Hikaru organized his desk filled with papers, read some documents on his expensive laptop, and moved his eyes from side to side.
A static sound killed the silence.
"What is your report?" Hikaru spoke towards his laptop, glancing at it calmly.
"Hikaru-sama, we have spotted a dark figure inside the school. We tried following its track but disappeared near sector 5."
Hikaru's face turned grim; he instantly contacted his father for aid; Kurumi is in danger!
"Father, code 001, the school is under attack, repeat, the school is under attack! They are near the infirmary!"
Inside an office, a very bulk man, sturdy and sharp, stood; his face was dark, veins popping from his forehead. "Kurumi." He spoke gnashing his teeth.
He immediately went to his phone and made a call.
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"Now that everyone is here let's start the meeting." Those words trespassed through a mystical plane; it was reluctant and lustrous, a shade of whiteness was the only view around, a carved meeting desk took over most of the space, and much high-ranking personnel spread with office chairs, their beings full of pressure and might. One of the elders spoke; he wore a grey yukata, had a long pointy beard, and was completely bald; he was fit and healthy, although a lot of wisdom reeked from his eminent form. The geezer raised his voice, with one hand slamming his cane on the bright floor, standing up rather hastily. "I gather you here for one purpose…." The senile man then paused, slowly glancing at the people who sat around the desk. Everyone was clueless; well, most were; some knew about the incident but didn't want to talk at all to that geezer. "We
"Can you see my mana?" Yuri embarrassingly nodded. Going back to what Noara said, ordinary people can become Mystics. Still, they have to be in contact with another mystic... Everyone else turned towards Shuuta in sync; it looked rather comical. Glares and beady eyes were glued on him, making him very nervous. "I-I don't remember...doing anything..." Although he said that, his mind couldn't be at ease, he did wake one day naked with Yuri...hold up just a damn second! All of them said the word "stare" as they glared at him more. "Ummm...may I ask...how it works? Like the mana thingy...how can you transfer?" Yuri embarrassingly asked. Noara was a bit hesitant; her mouth opened up, but words were being halted, and her face was a little flushed out. Shuuta saw it and gulped a rather huge load of saliva.
Shuuta went inside with Hikaru, the school was certainly different than theirs, everything looked more expensive and delicate, there were chandeliers right past the entrance and many sofas to comfortably sit at. Shuuta could even smell oak wood, he felt lost in a forest of scent. "Not bad, for a private high school. It's very cozy in here." Shuuta kept glancing around the entrance, but then the voice of a lady disrupted their observation. "I'm glad you find it comfortable. Do you guys need anything?" She dressed like an office lady with form-fitting formal clothes, black stockings, a mini skirt, high heels, and captivating mounds that oozed with plumpness. Shuuta was mesmerized by her look, Hikaru started to speak giving Shuuta's senses back. "Yes, we need to find a teacher in this school." Hikaru paused, pulling a picture out of his back pocket. "His name is Han." The
Shuuta clenched his fists, and Hikaru gritted his teeth. "Asmodeus." They both thought, and indeed that is the case, Asmodeus the Lustful sin, was the founder of Lust Art, and Lust Curses, weaponizing…Lust. "I see, Shuuta, we should report back to fath-Umm…The principal to let him know, also…" Hikaru gazed at Han and went to the floor dogeza style. "Please help my sister…I don't want to lose another loved one." "…." That's the first time Shuuta has heard about it, so Hikaru lost someone? Shuuta can't help but feel Sympathy for his friend, he also experienced the loss of a loved one. Han had a complex expression, he was thinking hard about it. "Fine, but with one condition." Hikaru raised his head and nodded. After that, Han was brought back to Memorial High, every student glared at Han specifically, he looked out of place, a
Clang!* Peng* Mana clattered like metal swords, Shuuta was fending off a spike that was pointy and sharp at the tip with his skull-like scales. He could feel a small pinch on his forearm. "Back off!" Shuuta emitted a strange force that pushed the reaper away from him some yards. Such action attracted many more reapers towards him, leaving the boy regretful. Shuuta found himself in a pinch! Many ghouls and dark spirits roamed a graveyard that seemed ordinary to any passer-by. "Damn you Noara!!" Shuuta yelled from the top of his lungs, clenching his fists. "S-Shuuta-Kun…I'm sorry, I can't deal with ghosts…" After a small maiden with light blue hair said those words, her soul came out of her cherry lips. "Kurumi!!" Shuuta held her lifeless body…not! The loli was passed out from her
"The Storm is coming, a very elaborated group of individuals, manufactured to eliminate all life on every spectacle of living, all domains, all spaces and dimensions, a storm that will eradicate corruption and evil. They call themselves Shūryō." She stopped wanting to see their reactions. Kurumi paid attention like a kitten with a laser, words crossed her ears. Hikaru was completely lost, he has never heard of such a group before. And well Shuuta...was just being Shuuta. Noara popped some veins, she kept going with her explanation. "You remember that kid Hikaru? Mazumi was it?" Hikaru flinched at the name, his old pal was something he couldn't forget. "What happened to him?" "What, you say? He's being captivated inside the school's inner dungeon." Noara hadn't just realized what she said, one single motion made her realize with a regretful expression.
A short and petite girl was making her way towards a self-proclaimed base of operations, only the chosen ones can enter such facility, in other words, her club. She was reading a novel amid her stroll, only to be utterly horrified at a sudden moment. BOOM!* The windows in the halls shattered with a loud boom, sending many sharp pieces at her. The walls crumbled, the ceiling almost fell, and the school itself trembled whole, terrorizing all students around. "Hiiiiii!" The girl shrieked out her lungs. She luckily came out unscathed, a sharp piece embed itself in her book, her eye widened when she saw the book. "He survived Nether...! Impossible! Just how unfairly strong is he?!" Her name was Hamakawa Kakoyo. and her mind went blank as she heard someone scream such eloquent words. She peeked through the s
Shuuta led her to the school rooftop, where no students were roaming, only the prez, Shuuta, and the chunni. "Beat me at a one-on-one combat." Kakoyo was left speechless, she was truly excited, up until this moment, now she had to hurt the boy that she admired the most. 'Heh. Check-mate, I turned the tables, my win, it's over. I know that you would never hurt the "Demon King" even if it meant joining my team.' It was a difficult choice, she wanted to join Shuuta through his adventures, but...hurting the person she loved? That was inconceivable! Truly of a Demon King! "I accept." Silence, the boy hadn't expected that response, Hikaru just stood there watching both of them. "So she decided to fight Shuuta, I can't wait to finally see her Magic." Kakoyo's Magic is unknown to every Mystic inside of Memoria
"So, how did it go?" Kakoyo's voice held a tinge of irritation, her impatience evident. "It went really well! We had a lovely date," Yuri responded, her words carrying a hint of wistfulness. "At least, it felt romantic to me..." Evidently, Hikaru, Kakoyo, and Yuri had conspired to create a storm of plans aimed at easing Shuuta's stress and bringing a smile to his face. Their scheme involved taking Shuuta out on a date. Of course, Hikaru wasn't tagging along; the date was to be shared between Kakoyo and Yuri. The two engaged in a fierce game of paper-rock-scissors to decide, and the outcome was Yuri's victory. "He does seem happier," Hikaru noted, casting a glance back at Shuuta, who was in the midst of performing his thousandth katana swing. Each swing was a testament to his dedication, honing his technique under Kento's guidance and infusing his attacks with newfound power.
The night enveloped the city, casting a shroud of darkness upon the bustling street. Pedestrians hurried along, undeterred by the cold. The corners of the avenue echoed with animated chatter. Illumination flowed from ornate lamps, painting the entire street in a warm glow. Stalls were scattered across the area, creating a vibrant atmosphere. Amidst this scene, a young man with crimson hair found himself captivated by the ambiance, transported to feudal Japan. Guards adorned in Yukatas and armed with ancient katanas patrolled the area. The women, all dressed in a variety of Kimonos, added a touch of elegance with their diverse colors and shapes. Shuuta was keenly aware of the exquisite craftsmanship in their clothing, hinting at its luxurious quality and perhaps hefty price. Shuuta shook his head, reminding himself of his purpose. He wasn't here for leisure or shopping; he had a mission to accomplish.
Shuuta couldn't bear to hear Hanako's agonized screams without taking action. He felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness washing over him as he sat on a cliff beneath the sheltering branches of an ancient birch tree. His back pressed against the gnarled trunk, he released a sigh laden with concern. Moonlight bathed the scene, casting reflections of his own sorrowful state. The haunting echoes of Hanako's cries seemed to reverberate within him, etching pain deep into his tumultuous soul. "His heart is faltering..." Kakoyo's gaze fell upon Shuuta from a distance, a silent observer of his turmoil. Unbidden tears welled up in her eyes. Hikaru, resting behind a tree, broke the silence with a somber tone. "What should we do? It pains me to see him like this... it's a stark reminder of my mother." Yuri's resolve shone through as she clenched her small fists against her chest. "We must be his pil
Shuuta readied himself, his eyes fixed on his father as he prepared to unleash his mana. "My son, I'll teach you a passive skill that can transform you into a formidable Mystic. As I mentioned, it makes you unpredictable and dangerous. [Sense Danger]. This skill can shift the balance of a battle significantly. And the best part? It's costless." Shuuta's ears perked up at this, his eyes sparkling as he exclaimed with a joyful tone, "Wait, it's free?! That's awesome!" Abaddon raised an eyebrow, his gaze focused on his son. "Why is he so thrilled?" He shrugged off the thought and continued inwardly. "Doesn't he realize the true price of a passive skill?" "Get ready, Shuuta. I'm about to flood you with Mana... just try not to pass out!" Abaddon ascended a few yards into the air, his intent sharp as he looked down at Shuuta. Shuuta paused, sensing the same overwhelming mana
"Hey… are you finished talking, or do you plan to keep entertaining me?" The armored Fallen wielded a massive dark sword and abruptly materialized before Shuuta, his teleportation skill at play."Tch." Shuuta exerted all his strength, deflecting the blow; the clash ignited sparks that illuminated their determined faces."Hey there, kid. It's been a while since I had a chance to greet someone. I was beginning to crave the taste of blood," the Fallen jeered in a sinister tone."Are you a Mystic? What brings you here? This is supposed to be Master Iho's domain," Shuuta inquired while sizing up his opponent."Huh? What nonsense are you spouting? This is Hiroyama's forgotten maximum-security prison, technically a dungeon that time left behind," the Fallen's eyes briefly clouded with sorrow before rage engulfed him, and he unleashed a powerful roar, his colossal sword shattering Shuuta's stance.
Hikaru's energy abruptly shifted, sending shivers down Shuuta's spine. A massive surge of mana congregated around Hikaru, catching Shuuta off guard. 'Didn't he mention having less mana than me?' While Shuura was technically right, there was more to it. "I'm about to unveil the results of my training, Shuuta." Hikaru's grin widened as he formed an 'X' with his crossed arms. Opening his palms, he released a wave of mana that pushed the tar monsters several meters back. Shuuta was prepared for impact, but the wave didn't harm him. "Huh? It didn't affect me." "It's not over yet! [Light Magic: Kingusunēku no su!]" Hikaru's command was followed by the formation of various luminous snakes that emerged from his back. One large serpent, imbued with a more ominous presence, stared menacingly at its surroundings from atop Hikaru's head. "Wow…incredible." Shuuta was left speechless
Granny Iho's eyes opened after a prolonged closure, the weight of her closed memories left a sorrowful ache in her chest, and as she gazed at Shuuta, a few tears traced down her cheeks. Ceasing the release of her potent aura, she approached the stunned lad, her diminutive frame seeking a warm embrace from Shuuta. Slowly, his eyes widened, feeling an overwhelming surge of pure love. It was an unfamiliar, ethereal kind of affection, a love transcending time, passed down from one student to another. "Granny? Wh-what are you doing?" Shuuta's voice quivered, perplexed by her unexpected actions. "Quiet, boy. I comprehend your emotions well, perhaps more than you realize. I understand the hatred that festers within your heart, for I too have harbored such feelings for decades. But do not worry, I shall take that burden upon myself so that you can find liberation." Shuuta was taken aback by her offer, wondering why she would go to such lengths for him. "Granny..." Shuuta gazed intently i
"Have you heard what Shigeo did? Oi, Konseki! Are you even listening? You bastard!""Hahh? Shigeo this, Shigeo that, can you stop putting Shigeo's willy on your damn mouth, it's annoying."Inside an Izakaya, there was always a commotion, voices of all ranges clashed, many villagers drank to ease their sorrow, and others ate and enjoyed the atmosphere."What did you say asshole? I was trying to relay important information...gulp*" A middle-aged yukata-wearing villager chugged on his sake, slamming the cup as he finished drinking."Honestly, there is always something going on with Shigeo." The other man sighed and dropped his sake. He silenced himself and waited for his comrade to speak this "important" info."Shigeo murdered the 8th Shogun, all by himself."A deep silence fell upon both, the man wearing a kasa on his head glared at his friend in confusion, the
'Mm? What's up Shuuta? Is it important?' Abbadon responded swiftly, even though Shuuta irritated him a bit, he would never turn his back on his son...never again. 'Is Anima a [Domain]?' This question left Abbadon speechless, it was a very advanced question! Even though he was unknowledgeable about stuff like that, thanks to Kohana, an Anima specialist, he was able to learn quite a lot. He groaned in remembrance. 'According to your mother, Anima is related to a Domain, but no. It's not the same skill, they are separate skills from different learnable Magic. I've heard your new Master tell you that the Domain skills are unique to her, she is wrong. Sure, you can't learn the skill at conventional ends, but you can definitely acquire it.' Shuuta's concerns were true. 'So what you meant was that Mystics...no, anyone with the capability can obtain that skill.' <