Mushoku Impact

"This isn't what I had in mind..."
"Oh, hush. It's not like we're asking you to lead or govern anyone. This is just a measure to prevent unnecessary disputes."
After discussing the matter amongst themselves, Kishirika and the Black Knight, now referred to as Kishirisu, decided to have Paul be the one to claim ownership of the throne. This would effectively make him the ruler of the Demon Continent, but, as he had no desire to rule over others, his power and authority would be split between the two Demon Empresses.
As one of the gems representing their parent crystals came to life, Paul found his vision abruptly obscured by what could best be described as a pale blue holographic display. The left side displayed a three-dimensional map of the castle, most of which was currently darkened. As for the right, it was presumably some kind of menu, but the symbols were significantly more archaic than the Demon Language he was familiar with.
Seeing the display appear, Kishirisu explained, "That's the Administrative Console. Once the other five crystals have been activated, we'll summon Fayde to have her transfer ownership of the castle to you. She'll need to draw your blood, so don't be surprised when she asks for your finger."
Adding to her counterpart's words, Kishirika teased, "You'll be her Master from that moment onward. Make sure to order her around and bully her as much as possible. She has a sadistic side to her, but she's a pervert and a masochist at heart."
Manifesting out of thin air, Fayde appeared unamused as she narrowed her eyes and growled, "You slanderous imp..."
Though she was unsurprised by Fayde's arrival, Kishirika snickered before asking, "What are you doing here? It'll probably be another hour before all the crystals are activated."
Crossing her arms, Fayde adopted an ostensibly defiant posture as she replied, "Activating the crystals is just a formality at this point. Since that female Spirit was able to defeat the Six Guardians, her Master is entitled to claim ownership of the castle."
Directing her peculiar red and blue eyes to Paul, Fayde asked, "What will you do? If you'd prefer, I can recognize you as this castle's Master right this instant..."
Instead of responding to Fayde's proposal, Paul looked to Kishirika and Kishirisu for their counsel. In response, the two Demonesses exchanged glances with one another before looking back at him, Kishirika being the one to suggest, "Just do whatever you want."
Having received similar advice countless times, a wry smile briefly developed across Paul's face before he looked to Fayde with a more serious expression and said, "Might as well..."
Since Kishrisu had mentioned Fayde asking for his hand, Paul extended his left hand towards the Draconic beauty. As he did, Fayde performed a rather unique curtsy, stooping her body low and gracefully spreading her wings before rising to her full height, approaching the base of the throne, and taking a knee. Then, after taking Paul's hand into her own, she gently caressed it with her fierce-looking talons before drawing his ring finger to her mouth and closing her moist, lapis lazuli lips around it.
Though he felt a sudden and literal biting pain, Paul didn't flinch as Fayde held his gaze and sucked his blood. He had the impression she was trying to seduce him, but after gaining twin Empresses as wives, he wasn't really in the mood to sink his teeth into another woman.
Sensing that Paul was only marginally aroused, Fayde turned her eyes up at him before releasing his finger with a glimmer of reluctance. She wasn't genuinely disappointed, but that didn't prevent her from staring at the bite mark around his finger and muttering, "So this is the taste of a Hero...a girl could get addicted..."
Extending her inordinately long, slightly pointed tongue, Fayde attempted to trace Paul's finger when Kishirika and Kishirisu abruptly grabbed her by the horns, the latter growling, "That's quite enough out of you!"
Clicking her tongue, Fayde disappeared into a collapsing ball of sparkling blue and black smoke before reappearing a few meters away and saying, "The process is complete. Congratulations, Master. You are now the ruler of Kishirika Castle. I suggest renaming it as soon as possible..."
"You...!" x2
As he was not unaccustomed to positions of authority, Paul raised his hand in a silencing gesture, interrupting Kishirika and Kishirisu before they could lay into Fayde. The latter smiled in amusement at this, at least until Paul said, "Your recommendation has been noted. Now, please excuse us. My wives and I have important matters to discuss."
Though she was a little annoyed by Paul's prompt dismissal, Fayde bowed low and replied, "As you will, Master..." before disappearing just as quickly as she had arrived.
Seeing Fayde disappear, a broad smile developed across Kishirika's face while Kishirisu nodded her head in approval. The two were nearly identical in terms of appearance, but their character and disposition were the exact opposite. At least on the 'surface.'
As if they were mirroring each others' movements, Kishirika and Kishirisu looked toward Paul, the former asking, "What 'important matters' did you want to discuss?" in an overtly alluring tone.
Disregarding Kishirika's temptation, Paul asked, "How do I transfer power and authority? I can't even...huh...?"
Though he hadn't noticed at first, the text of the Administrative Console had updated the moment Paul was granted ownership of the castle. He would still benefit from the duo's assistance, but the text on display was now a modern variation of the Human Language.
Joining Paul atop 'his' throne, Kishirika pointed to a menu icon that said Permissions and Constraints, advising, "Tap this with your finger or focus your intent as if you were attempting to use Magic. It will bring up a list of everyone present within the castle, their status, and their location. If you then tap on their name or icon, you can do things like designating official ranks and titles, managing which teleporters they're allowed to use, and where they're able to travel within the castle."
Sitting on the opposite side of Paul, Kishirisu appended, "You can also create new ranks and define who has power over whom. Each of the 72 families comprising the Demon Aristocracy has sworn their allegiance to the throne. Various factions have formed over the years, but the final say in any matter falls to whoever occupies this seat..."
Raising his brows, Paul asked, "Seventy-two? From what I've read, there should only be around thirty-six families of Demon Nobles. Did the rest die off...?"
Reacting in nearly the same manner, Kishirika and Kishirisu frowned as the latter answered, "They didn't simply 'die off.' They fell victim to the machinations of humanity, the Milis Church, and the bastard controlling them..."
Realizing he had said something pretty insensitive, Paul responded with a curt, "Sorry..." before tapping on the icon pointed out by Kishirika. He was surprised to learn that the 'hologram' had a texture akin to a stone pulled from a river, but he barely had enough time to process that fact as the left and right displays promptly split open to create a third, much larger panel between them.
Breaking Paul from his stupor, Kishirika pointed to a list of names that had appeared on the right side of the central panel, remarking, "Check it out. There are two Kishirika Kishirisus. I'm curious which of us is higher on the list. Hurry up and click one of them."
Though he wasn't sure it was a good idea, Paul clicked on the name listed just under his own. As he did, a profile page showed up, complete with a picture, statistics such as date of birth, height, weight, and, most notably, biographical information that included a list of feats, allocated territories, and other essential details.
While it was impossible to know which Kishirika was being displayed in the profile picture, things became more apparent when the map on the left display zoomed in to show a blinking icon on Paul's right, the place where Kishirisu was seated.
Adopting a shark-toothed smile nearly identical to Kishirika's, Kishirisu confidently proclaimed, "I knew I was the original. Laplace would never have discarded or mistreated me. His memories and personality might have been distorted due to Hitogami's actions, but he always did his best to keep me safe."
"..."
Feeling more than a little annoyed, Kishirika crossed her arms in defiance. However, instead of saying anything, she sat with a serious expression on her face and waited for Paul to click her name.
Understanding what Kishirika wanted, Paul clicked on her name to find a near-identical profile image and statistics. It wasn't until he looked at the biographical information that things changed rather drastically. Instead of a history of feats and accomplishments, there were a series of journal-like entries, each signed and date stamped by Laplace.
Borrowing a phrase from Paul's lexicon, Kishirika groaned, "Fuck my life..." as she reached up to massage her forehead. She had suspected that she might be the experiment, but that didn't make things easier. It didn't help that Kishirisu was smiling so broadly that even her wisdom teeth were on display...
In an attempt to ease tensions, Paul adopted a firm expression and tone as he declared, "It doesn't matter which of you is the original. You are two parts of the same entity. Until we can learn the specifics surrounding your separation, we shouldn't jump to conclusions."
Though she 'really' wanted to lord her status as the original over Kishirika, Kishirisu ultimately agreed to Paul's suggestion. Laplace had neglected to inform her about Kishirika's creation, so she was willing to remain patient until they could uncover the truth. There was a good chance that Kishirika was a literal part of her, so she would be bullying herself by talking down to her.
With the two violet-haired Demonesses leaning into him to get a better view, Paul began reading the memoirs left behind by Laplace. What they found left all three of them speechless, as, while it could be construed as proof that Kishirika was the result of his experimentation, the person who was experimented on was Kishirisu herself. There were also a number of apologies addressed to both girls, but the most notable apology came at the very end...
"I pray that neither of you ever discovers the truth of what I have done. However, to protect the lineage of the Demon God, sacrifices must be made. If the being impersonating the Human God is ever able to break free from his prison, the first thing he will attempt is to recover the Divine Gems that grant authority over the Six Worlds. If he is successful, he will truly become the 'One and Only God.' That cannot be allowed to happen, no matter the cost."
Though they had finished reading long before Paul, Kishirika and Kishirisu remained silent until he raised his eyes from the display. Once he had, the duo exchanged glances before Kishirisu muttered, "It always comes back to that bastard..."
Nodding her head, Kishirika appended, "So long as he remains the only God, that will never change..."
Directing their gazes to Paul, Kishirika and Kishirisu left him feeling a little nervous as their eyes bored into him. He almost suspected that they were about to suggest turning him into a God. Instead, Kishirisu proposed, "We need to pour through Laplace's notes and find as much information as we can about these 'Divine Gems.' If they are the key to Hitogami becoming the One True God, we might be able to use them against him."
Piggybacking her counterpart's words, Kishirika added, "If not, we should find a way to destroy them. That bastard cannot be allowed to succeed..."
As they would rather see the world destroyed than become Hitogami's playground, Kishirika and Kishirisu 'glared' at Paul as if they were willing him to agree. Fortunately, he had already made up his mind on the matter long before meeting them, so, without any hesitation whatsoever, he said, "Let's fuck that bitch up..."
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After retreating to a wasteland located a few dozen kilometers away from Wind Port, Atofe stopped to take stock of her surroundings, noting, "This ought to be far enough from any major population zones..."
Having used the same wasteland several times in the past, Atofe couldn't help smiling as she looked around at several familiar markings, the legacy of battles both ancient and modern. Then, as a countermeasure against Alek's Gravity Magic, she began stripping off the pieces of her armor until she was left with nothing but a leotard-like undertunic.
Assuming she had a bit of time to kill before Alek's arrival, Atofe started performing a series of exercises known as calisthenics, a creation of her late husband. Such routines were useless for a member of the Immortal Demon Tribe, but they helped Atofe get in the proper 'groove' for a good fight. After all, with the most recent exception of Ei, the only person who could get her blood boiling was her husband. Paul was getting there, but he would need to defeat her in single combat before she admitted it...
Noticing his Grandmother performing a very familiar routine, Alek elected not to sneak attack her. Instead, he touched down just ten meters away, his expression unchanging as he observed her with an unblinking, almost statuesque smile.
Though she noticed Alek landing behind her, Atofe only acknowledged him towards the end of her workout, asking, "Why have you returned to the Demon Continent? Weren't you supposed to be in isolation until the resurrection of Laplace?"
Since he hadn't come to the Demon Continent seeking revenge for the way Atofe treated him in the past, Alek maintained his usual smile as he confidently replied, "I have it on good authority that a great disaster will occur if Paul Greyrat is allowed to continue pursuing his ambitions. If you know where I can find him, please tell me."
Crossing her arms in defiance, Atofe remarked, "I know you're an idiot, but have you gone soft in the head? Since when do Heroes hunt people down based on acts they 'might' commit? Sounds to me like you're being fooled into doing someone else's dirty work."
Furrowing his brows, Alek was going to refute his Grandmother's words but stopped himself. Seventy years of pseudo-isolation had given him a lot of time to think about the type of Hero he wanted to be, and it wasn't the type that pursued people for crimes they had yet to commit.
Surprised by Alek's clear introspection, Atofe blinked several times and remarked, "Well, would you look at that. Someone's come a long way. A few decades ago, you would have argued with everything I said..."
Regaining his smile, Alek mused, "Well, I am 75% human. My aging may have slowed to a crawl, but I'm constantly changing and adapting to my surroundings."
Adopting a smile of her own, Atofe nodded her head in approval, saying, "That's great to hear, Alek. Still, if my previous words weren't enough to convince you, consider this. Unless they were somehow made aware of the cataclysm in advance, who do you think humans would hold in higher esteem? The Hero who stopped a prophesied catastrophe from occurring or the Hero who defeated the person responsible? Humans have trouble caring about things they can't see or experience directly. Defeating Paul Greyrat right this instant might make you a Hero, but the only people who would care are those who stand to profit from his death."
Lowering his gaze slightly, Alek appeared to be considering Atofe's words before responding, "You make a good point...however..."
Pointing the forked tip of his sword at Atofe, Alek's usual smile revealed a hint of wryness as he revealed, "I promised the woman I love that I would defeat Paul Greyrat and prevent the devastation his actions would induce. Doing so may not increase my standing as a Hero, but I'm supposed to be in training until the resurrection of Laplace. I can afford to eliminate a few brigands and murderers without seeking glory."
Extending her hand towards her own sword, Atofe's aura began to swell as she developed a vicious smile and said, "I take back my earlier praise. You're still an idiot..."
Exhaling a light-hearted chuckle, Alek's aura increased to rival Atofe's as he playfully replied, "Well, I am your Grandson..."
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After transferring most of his power and authority to the twin Demon Empresses, the only notable permissions Paul had left were the right to move freely throughout the castle and the right to have Fayde teleport him to and from Fort Necross. He technically had the status of a Demon Emperor, but as he had no intention of making such information public, it was useless to him.
With Paul keeping his word, rather than taking advantage of his status to order them around, the first thing Kishirika and Kishirisu did following the transfer of power was drag him off to 'commemorate' their tripartite union. He initially suggested they return to Fort Necross to ease the concerns of those left behind, but the duo promptly vetoed his suggestion and 'forced' him into a six-hour session of lovemaking.
Though he had participated in several threesomes in the past, Paul got to experience just how demonic the two Kishirikas could be as they worked together to tease and 'antagonize' him into being a lot more forceful than usual. He had to put his foot down when Kishirisu retrieved a strap-on and attempted to peg him, but he didn't mind tying the two up and testing out their rather extensive collection of bondage equipment.&nbsp;
Like many long-lived Demons, Kishirika and Kishrisu had distorted views on what constituted 'excessive' play. In the ancient past, long before her original death, Kishirika was even worse than the most perverse members of the Asuran Nobility. She had avoided killing anyone, but the number of people she had 'broken' exceeded a thousand.
As fate would have it, one of the people Kishirika ended up breaking was the childhood sweetheart of Ars, a transmigrator that had appeared in the world of Mushoku Tensei alongside twenty-eight similarly aged teens and a single adult. The group's appearance had caused quite the stir, not only because they were the first of their kind but because each and every one of them possessed a unique power.
Hearing this while nestled between the two naked beauties, Paul couldn't help remarking, "Sounds like an entire class got transported at the same time..."
Feeling absentminded after blowing his load dozens of times, Paul didn't register that he had basically admitted to being an otherworlder until the two Demonesses narrowed their eyes at him, Kishirisu responding, "That's right. They claimed to be a teacher and students of Kokusai High School, a purportedly famous academy from their homeland of Tokyo, Japan..."
Regaining his mental clarity, Paul's smile visibly cramped as he found his new wives boring into him with their stares. He knew Kishirika had always suspected him of being from another world, but she had never pressured him for details since he bore this world's 'imprint.'&nbsp;
Realizing he had backed himself into a corner, Paul was about to reveal the truth when Kishirika abruptly said, "It doesn't matter where you came from. So long as you're able to defeat Hitogami, I couldn't care less about the specifics. Now, where were we...?"
Though she 'was' interested in Paul's origins, Kishirisu ultimately decided to play off of Kishirika's words, responding, "Our inquisitive little husband here was asking us how we came to be so 'proficient' with the use of our tools. I believe we were about to tell him how our 'coincidental' encounter with Ars' sweetheart eventually led to our downfall...?"
"Ah, I believe you are correct, my contemporaneous coequal! We really must be cut from the same cloth for you to be this astute. Kishishishi~!"
Rolling her eyes, Kishirisu decided to continue the story, revealing, "We initially only had a mild interest in Ars and his group. However, after a few months had passed, they started attacking our borders and accusing our people of stealing land and resources. We attempted to reason with them, but it wasn't long before things escalated to an all-out war. It wasn't until much later that we found out the reason..."
Sharing the same memories, Kishirika exhaled a sigh as she rested her head against Paul and muttered, "We can't say for sure if he was the one responsible, but someone told Ars and his classmates that the only way to return to their world was to defeat us. We attempted to end the conflict by offering to help them figure out a way to return, but it was already too late. Nearly half of Ars's classmates had lost their lives during the conflict, and, though we didn't know it at the time, one of the slaves we purchased to relieve stress ended up being the girl he had a crush on..."
As if they had rehearsed the same script, Kishirisu seamlessly followed Kishirika's account by stating, "Once we were finished with her, we asked Badi to deliver Ars's beloved to one of our battalions near the frontline. A soldier's life can be pretty stressful, never knowing when they might die, so slaves and captured prisoners were commonly sent to the frontlines as stress relief..."
Noticing the frown on Paul's face, Kishirika interrupted Kishirisu's account, expressing, "War is a terrifying and horrendous ordeal, Paul. Even more so when one side refuses to even consider an accord. I'm not going to argue that we did nothing wrong; we most certainly did. However, until you have experienced the horrors of war for yourself, you can't judge the actions of those forced into it. You could attempt to, but you would just be spewing platitudes from a position of ignorance, likely backed by a very privileged upbringing."
Though he couldn't agree with Kishirika's words on principle, Paul didn't attempt to argue against them. Even with two lives under his belt, he only had forty-one years of experience under his belt. Compared to Kishirika's ten thousand years, he still had a long way to go...
Amused by equally approving of Paul's clearly reluctant silence, Kishirika adopted her characteristic grin as she remarked, "That's one of the things I love about you. You have an overdeveloped sense of righteousness, but you at least try to see things from the perspectives of others. Not a lot of people can say the same, Demon or otherwise..."
Nodding her head in agreement, Kishirius appended, "Kishirika is correct. Had you the ambition and means, you would make an excellent ruler...not just of Demonkind, but all races..."
Forcing a smile, Paul replied, "We'll see. For now, I'm more concerned with increasing my strength, protecting the people I care about, and voyaging across the world. I'll only consider becoming a King or Emperor 'after' I've attained their equivalent Rank in swordsmanship..."
Since they were content with Paul just seeking Hitogami's death, neither Kishirika nor Kishirisu tried to argue with him. Instead, the duo exchanged glances before adopting near-identical smiles. Then, without the need for words, they simultaneously lowered their hands toward Paul's semi-erect penis, Kishirisu musing, "It's a little too late for that. You might not care to announce it, but you're already an Emperor."
Drawing her lips closer to Paul's ear, Kishirika added, "She's right...now that we have consummated our relationship, you'll forever be the husband of two Demon Empresses. You can run away, play envoy to some King, or even establish your own nation, but you can never escape the reality that you're the first and only Great Demon Emperor..."
Exhaling an exasperated yet slightly heated sigh, Paul briefly pondered how his decisions had led to him serving as the meat of a Demon Empress sandwich. Less than three seconds later, he had the duo's breasts in his palms, trading kisses with them as they worked together to motivate his not-so-little brother for another session of intense lovemaking...
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"How boring...I expected Demons to put up more of a fight..."
Though she had gone out of her way to locate the local underground arena, Rynka, a fairly tall member of the Beast Race with long, vermillion red hair, cat-like ears, and a tail, left feeling unsatisfied.
Staring down at the goons surrounding her, Rynka stomped on one of their heads as she said, "Even the thugs they sent to try and rob me were a bunch of weaklings..."
Reacting to the stomp, the burly, grey-skinned man beneath Rynka's heel did his best to raise his head, glaring at her as he groaned, "You're going to pay for this...Lord Pandrasu won't-"
"Weaklings shouldn't talk..."
Punctuating her words, Rynka sent her would-be assailant flying with a kick. She was tempted to kill him, but she had promised Alek she would stop wantonly killing after he defeated and spared her.
Understanding that it wouldn't be long before the city guard showed up, Rynka removed her oversized, bandage-covered sword from the ground and leaped atop the nearest building. Her weapon resembled a claymore cut from stone, but it was actually carved from the bone of a monster that once terrorized the country of Millis. It was originally used as a decorative piece for a statue, but the temple enshrining it predated the Laplace War by several centuries. Thus, by the time Rynka discovered it, the incredibly blade had been collecting dust for at least four hundred years.
Though most people wouldn't think to use a weapon intended for a statue as their primary armament, Rynka was gifted with immense strength, even for a member of the Beast Race. Ordinary swords bent or shattered if she just swung them around for training, so, while it was unwieldy and difficult to sharpen, Rynka had developed a fondness for the nearly indestructible weapon.
While leaping across rooftops with casual ease, Rynka briefly considered tracking down the Demon Lord who ruled over Wind Port. There were still a few weeks until the start of the Mating Season, but her near-daily spars with Alek left her feeling increasingly 'agitated' as Summer gradually gave way to Autumn.
Stopping atop a particularly tall building, Rynka directed her gaze toward the port. The smell of the sea had a calming effect on her, but as the cool, salt-infused wind blew through her inordinately long hair, it pushed aside her unkempt bangs to reveal an icy blue eye, a stark contrast to the ruby-red orb adorning her left.&nbsp;
Though it had yet to awaken fully, Rynka possessed the nascent form of the Demon Eye of Power Perception. It didn't show her the power level of her opponent, but it gave her a vague 'impression' of where she could find powerful foes.
Staring in the approximate direction of the Inn her Party was staying in, a shiver ran through Rynka's body, culminating in the fur on her tail standing on end. She didn't know how he compared to the other Gods, but the aura exuding from Alek's body was enough to weaken her bladder if she wasn't careful.
Shifting her gaze to the largest building in the city, a fortress-like mansion that stood out from virtually every other building, Rynka couldn't help but snort in disdain. She could sense several powerful people within, but they may as well be ants compared to her 'Master.'
Not wanting to disturb Alek or cause too much trouble, Rynka directed her gaze to another fortress-like building, the Demon Continent Headquarters of the Adventurers Guild. Her individual Rank was currently D, mainly due to the fact she had spent most of her life as an enslaved gladiator, but she could proudly refer to herself as an S-Rank Adventurer due to Alek's Party being graded accordingly.
Since the Adventurers of the Demon Continent were pretty famous, Rynka figured she could pick a fight with a powerful Party to pass the time. What she didn't expect was an aura comparable to Alek's to appear the moment she turned her gaze to the North.
"What the hell? Is there a monster horde about to attack the city...?"
Without considering the possibility she was sensing a single individual, Rynka leaped from her perch and began racing towards the city's North Gate. She could have turned around and informed Alek of the impending attack, but, knowing him, he would want to arrive after things got a little more frantic. After all, a 'True Hero' was either fashionably late or arrived at just the right time...
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Though she was delayed due to a flock of Razorback Wyverns attacking her over the Black Dragon Mountain Range, Atofe managed to reach the outskirts of Wind Port in just under two and a half hours.
Stopping a few hundred meters away and above the entrance to the city, Atofe exhaled a sigh before inhaling a breath so deep it caused her upper body to swell like a balloon. Then, upon reaching her maximum capacity, her voice roared louder than thunder as she shouted, "Aleksander Ryback! Come out here and greet your Grandma...!"
As the central hub connecting the Demon and Milis Continents, Wind Port was bustling day and night. Not even the occasional typhoon could deter the city's more than 700,000 residents from going about their business or enjoying life, yet, the moment Atofe shouted, an eerie silence settled upon the burgeoning metropolis.
Satisfied by the result, Atofe adopted a smug look as she descended to the ground to prepare for her grandson's arrival. The greatsword in Alek's possession was forged from the same materials as her own, so, while she would usually toy with flightless opponents, Atofe knew she would be the one at a disadvantage if she attempted to remain airborne.
Gravity Magic was classified as one of the three most powerful forms of Magic for a reason. It permitted hill-sized Dragons to soar through the air with remarkable swiftness, and, unlike virtually every other kind of Magic, it completely disregarded Barrier Magic.
"Hmmm...?"
Sensing bloodlust, Atofe's gaze locked onto the figure of a fiery-haired woman standing atop the 30m wall surrounding Wind Port. She could tell the woman was an 'enemy' the moment their gazes met, so, even though she intended to wait around for Alek to arrive, an amused smile developed across Atofe's face as she mused, "Another naughty kitten has arrived..."
As the distance between them made it difficult to discern whether or not Atofe's lips were moving, there was no way Rynka, even with her sensitive ears, could make out what she said. Despite this, she immediately leaped down from her perch and dropped into a three-point stance, her left hand supporting her as she held her sword in the clear precursor to a thrust.
Without bothering to draw her sword, Atofe squared her feet and raised her hands like a grappler, her smile growing to its limits as she shouted, "Well!? What are you waiting for...!?"
Without requiring additional prompting, Rynka kicked off the ground with explosive force, her body appearing to elongate for a brief moment as she traversed the three hundred meters between her and Atofe in just under a second.
Catching the fiery-haired cat girl by surprise, Atofe didn't even attempt to evade her thrust. Instead, she permitted Rynka's sword to pierce through her chest, cackling as she gripped her attacker's shoulders with the force of a vice. Rynka attempted to bound away and create some distance, but the muscles of Atofe's body became like steel, preventing her from pulling out her sword.
Understanding that the woman was likely one of Alek's allies, Atofe did her best to 'hold back' as she hammered her head down, headbutting the wide-eyed Rynka. The impact created a bone-crunching sound that could be heard clearly by the city guards, but, as she had abstained from using Touki, Atofe actually did more damage to herself than Rynka.
Though her face briefly became concave, it was still possible to make out Atofe's smile as she released the unconscious Rynka. Then, curious about the blade sticking out of her chest, she yanked it out and gave it a closer look.
"Is this a replica of the Holy Sword Nothung? Talk about a blast from the past..."
Having personally battled many of the most powerful figures throughout history, Atofe immediately recognized the sword in Rynka's possession. It was very clearly a fake, but the structure and materials used were nearly identical to the real deal. The only thing missing was a Magic Core, so if she had to guess, Atofe would wager the sword was either a prototype or an attempt to reproduce the original.
As Atofe was admiring the well-maintained yet battle-worn blade, alarm bells began ringing in her mind. In the very next moment, a sword formed of purple light pierced the same spot Rynka had stabbed previously. This time, however, she wasn't able to simply ignore it as the blade emitted a powerful gravitational force, pulling her organs toward it as it attempted to compress her entire body.
Borrowing a phrase of Paul's, Atofe shouted, "You little shit...!" as she grabbed the 'hilt' of the sword and strained every muscle in her arm to pull it free. Before she could, the figure of Alek appeared next to her, his oversized claymore emitting the same luminous purple sheen as her own as he said, "It's good to see you, Grandmother."
Punctuating his words, Alek smacked the pommel of his gravity sword with the flat of his blade, driving it further into Atofe's body as he sent her flying hundreds of meters into the sky.
Though the sun had already set, Alek raised his hand to his forehead as if he were trying to block out the sunlight, his red eyes gaining a hint of gold as he remarked, "I've waited eighty years to do that..."
Feeling vindicated, Alek's smile became more pronounced until he shifted his gaze to the collapsed Rynka. She was his first apprentice, so while he wasn't angry with her, seeing her in such a miserable state made him feel a peculiar form of frustration...
"It looks like we'll need to up the intensity of your training...but first..."
Shifting his attention to the sky, Alek narrowed his eyes as he sensed a tremendous amount of Magical Energy condensing beyond the range of his vision. What confused him was the fact it was moving away from him.
"Is she trying to draw me away from the city...?"
Looking back toward the city, a frown marred Alek's face as he briefly considered retreating and regrouping.&nbsp;
Dismissing such thoughts immediately, Alek raised his sword overhead and released a beam of purple energy that burst into a luminous purple cloud. Then, with a casual toss, he threw his sword aside, the grooves along the blade lighting up with a vibrant shade of purple as it hovered a few centimeters above the ground.
Though he could not fly on his own, seventy years of isolated training had made Alek a master of Gravity Magic. He preferred taking things slow and traveling on foot, but when the situation called for it, he could cross great distances in a 'very' short period of time...
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After listening to the explanation provided by Paul and Kishirika, the Black Knight would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little convinced. The existences of Zhongli and Ei were pretty compelling, but it was the Visions and Paul's self-created Mystic Eyes of Death Perception that captured the Black Knight's intrigue. So much so that, once the discussion was nearing its end, she begrudgingly remarked, "I see why my Doppelganger has put her trust in you...if what you've said is factual, you, your Spirits, and these Visions may be our greatest asset in the battle against Hitogami..."
Adopting a wry smile, Paul was about to respond, but Kishirika beat him to it, affirming, "That's right. Now, the real question is: Are you going to keep hiding away in this castle, or will you help us? We don't really need you, but your assistance might just increase our chance of victory. What do you say...?"
Though she still had her doubts, the Black Knight only had to consider her response for a few seconds before she 'glared' at Paul and warned, "Badi is never going to forgive you..."
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Chapter 187: MI187: Administration : Truth