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"Hey, welcome to Lightning Dragon Works," I said, leaning on the counter with a grin. "How can I help you?"
Two girls stood before me, one with chestnut hair and a bright, eager vibe, the other with blue-green hair and a steely edge. I muttered "Observe" under my breath, pulling up their stats:
Observe:
[Name: Irina
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Title: Holy Sword Wielder
Fame: Energetic Girl
Sacred Gear: None
Level: 60
HP: 4,500/4,500
MP: 3,500/3,500
Stamina: 2,000/2,000
Strength: 50
Endurance: 55
Agility: 65
Intelligence: 60
Wisdom: 60
Luck: 50]
Observe:
[Name: Xenovia
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Title: Natural Holy Sword User
Fame: Durandal User
Sacred Gear: None
Level: 65
Strength: 70
Endurance: 65
Agility: 55
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Luck: 50]
The chestnut-haired girl stepped forward, all smiles. "Hi! I'm Irina. We were wondering if you know where Shiro is. The church sent us."
"That'd be me," I said, tapping my chest with a smirk.
The other girl, Xenovia, narrowed her eyes, gripping the hilt of her sword. "We don't have time for games, little boy. We need the Lightning Dragon Emperor, or else."
Irina swatted her arm, scolding. "Xenovia! Don't scare him!"
Xenovia didn't flinch. "We were told to use force if necessary. Tell us where Shiro is, or I'll execute you right here."
I raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "Okay, Xenovia, Durandal user, I'm gonna need you to chill. Threaten me again, and you're out of my shop. You couldn't touch me anyway."
Irina's jaw dropped. "Wait, how do you know she has Durandal?"
Xenovia's hand tightened on her sword, starting to draw it. Irina grabbed her wrist, panicked. "No, Xenovia, stop! What if this is Shiro?"
"We were told to use force," Xenovia insisted, her voice cold.
Irina shook her head. "Sir Michael said not to listen to that priest! He's an angel, remember?"
I crossed my arms, leaning back. "Sounds like you two didn't see the video."
Irina blinked. "What video?"
I nodded toward a TV mounted on the wall, one I'd set up for exactly this kind of thing. Grabbing the remote, I hit play, letting the footage roll, a clip of me forging a holy sword, then a demonic one, with Sirzechs narrating my skills for the supernatural world to see.
….
Irina was practically vibrating, bowing over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
I waved her off, chuckling. "Relax, you didn't do anything. And energetic is an understatement."
Xenovia stood off to the side, arms crossed, a faint pout on her lips. She mumbled something under her breath.
I cupped a hand to my ear, grinning. "What was that? Couldn't hear you."
"I said I'm sorry," she huffed, glaring at the floor like it personally offended her.
I laughed, she clearly hated being wrong. "Alright, so what does the church want with me?"
Irina fidgeted, glancing at Xenovia. "Um, well… the priests told us to capture you and bring you in for questioning."
I blinked. "Capture me? The fuck did I do?"
Xenovia's pout faded, replaced by her usual intensity. "You made a holy sword and a demonic sword."
"And that's a problem because…?" I asked, leaning forward.
Irina sighed, twirling a strand of hair. "I think it's stupid, honestly."
"Stupid how?" I pressed.
Xenovia's voice sharpened. "They say you're a threat."
Irina jumped in, her tone softer. "But Sir Michael disagrees. He saw the video and said he could tell from your eyes, you're the one who'll protect the world from corruption."
I frowned, thrown off. "What's that supposed to mean?"
A warm, steady voice answered from behind. "She means I can see you're pure of heart."
I spun around to see a man radiating calm power, golden hair, serene eyes, and an aura that screamed angel. Irina gasped, "Sir Michael!" Both girls bowed low as he chuckled, waving them off.
"I'd like you two to explore the town for a bit," Michael said, his tone kind but firm. "I need to speak with Shiro alone."
They nodded and slipped out, the door chiming as they left. Michael approached, and I muttered "Observe" to check him out.
Observe:
[Name: Michael
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Title: Leader of the Angels
Fame: Archangel
Sacred Gear: None
Level: 360
HP: 50,000/50,000
MP: 70,000/70,000
Stamina: 10,000/10,000
Strength: 350
Endurance: 360
Agility: 360
Intelligence: 360
Wisdom: 360
Luck: 100]
Holy crap, I thought. This guy's a walking powerhouse.
Michael smiled, his voice warm and steady. "Hello, Shiro. I'm Michael, Archangel and Leader of the Angels."
I leaned against the counter, unfazed. "Yeah, I've already met Azazel and Sirzechs. Big titles don't impress me much."
He chuckled, not even slightly offended. "I suppose not. My apologies for Xenovia, she takes the priests' words a bit too seriously."
"Don't sweat it," I said, waving it off. "She's just intense. Duty-first type, y'know?"
"Exactly," Michael said, nodding. "But I'm here for a reason. I'd like to see your holy sword. Heaven's always been the keeper of such blades, and I'm… curious."
"Sure thing," I said. I reached into my inventory and pulled out Holy Avenger, its radiant glow filling the shop with a soft, golden light. Michael's eyes widened, a flicker of awe breaking his calm.
"May I?" he asked, holding out a hand.
I passed it to him, watching as he turned it over, inspecting every inch. "Incredible," he murmured. "What do you call her?"
"Holy Avenger," I said, grinning.
"This sword…" He shook his head, almost disbelieving. "It surpasses the original."
"So I've been told," I said, trying to play it cool despite the ego boost.
He handed it back, and just then, I felt a familiar weight settle on my shoulders. Voltaris's voice rumbled, low and amused. "Been a long time, Michael."
Michael's smile widened. "Hello, Voltaris."
I glanced between them. "You two know each other?"
Voltaris's scales shimmered as he spoke. "Oh, yeah. I knew him when he was just a fledgling angel, barely out of training."
Michael laughed softly. "I've come a long way since then."
I crossed my arms, sensing there was more to this visit. "Alright, let's cut to it. You didn't come all the way from the clouds just to admire my sword. What's the real reason?"
Michael's expression turned serious. "You picked a sharp one, Voltaris."
"Sharp-ass," Voltaris corrected, snickering.
"Fuck you too, Voltaris," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
Michael chuckled, then sobered. "You're right, Shiro. There's a problem, one that could spark another holy war."
I leaned forward, already guessing. "Kokabiel."
His eyes widened, surprised. "How did you know?"
"Heard he went rogue," I said, shrugging. "Word is he might be headed here."
"Correct," Michael said, his voice grave. "I need your help. Xenovia and Irina are strong, but they can't handle him alone, no matter what they claim."
I tilted my head, considering. "What's in it for me?"
Michael raised an eyebrow, amused. "Name your price."
"Hmm." I tapped my chin, then grinned. "A few skill books, for starters. And I want a trip to Heaven."
He nodded thoughtfully. "The skill books are easy. Visiting Heaven… that'll take some preparation, but if you help them, I'll make it happen. It's a promise."
"One more thing," I added, smirking.
"And that is?"
"A trip to Jamaica."
Michael blinked, thrown off. "Jamaica? Why?"
I shrugged, playing it coy. "Just always wanted to go."
He laughed, shaking his head. "Very well. Done."
He extended his hand, and I shook it, sealing the deal. "Deal."
"Deal," he echoed, his grip firm.
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