After obtaining my sword I can honestly say I was beyond excited.
I saw my father using his own to 'show off' and I admit that it was awesome. He only released its first form since the second was too dangerous, but even then he was strong enough to, with one single swing, cut down the peak of a mountain more than 4 kilometers away.
I could not hear the name of his sword quite clearly, but its appearance and power changed when he called its name and I want to be able to do the same as well.
I basically come from a clan of fucking Shinigami's! How could I not be excited about having the equivalent to a zampakutou?!
"*COUGH*COUGH*" Chisa released a very fake cough to call for my attention, I may have spaced out while looking at my weapon. "I know you are excited about this development, but you must understand that this is no toy. While it is true that it is incapable of wounding you it still is more than capable of cutting others so you should always be careful with it. You may go back to rest as this process usually tires one out quite a bit and tomorrow is your big day and I don't want you to look like a rotten orange!" Chisa said energetically, with me only capable of sweat drop at this while giving a wry smile. She has quite a few weird costumes, but overall is a good enough person.
Huh, now that she told me of it I AM quite tired. I should do as she said, but before that I have to ask her one thing.
"Chisa, can you wake me up when father gets home? I want to talk to him!"
"Sure, I doubt I even have to do that considering the way he acts but I will go call you as soon as he arrives. I think he and your mother will want to see you as soon as they arrive." Chisa said.
"So mom will be coming too? I thought she was too busy on her fashion tour in Milan." My mother was a well-known fashion designer in the human world and in the underworld.
She usually is quite busy, but she always finds some time to spend with me. But considering it is the fashion week I am surprised she can still find time for me.
Don't get me wrong, I love the fact she can find the necessary time but I also know how busy she usually is because of her work.
"Of course she found the time. It was not easy but she managed it somehow. Now go on, you should rest before tonight. Your father said he wants to tell you how to use the sword and you must also prepare for the party tomorrow." Chisa said seriously.
I nodded and went right to bed, my eyelids already feeling quite heavy.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Joseph-bochama, the clan head has arrived. I heard a voice coming from the other side of the door.
Why can't he arrive a bit later? It has only been three hours, and while normally that would be much more than enough time for me to be back to normal, right now I want nothing more than to rest some more.
I did not realize how tiresome the use of the house trait was, but I really want to rest some more!
Sigh, unfortunately it is not to be. Peko-Chan is already here and knowing her she will continue standing on the other side of the door until I get up.
She is absurdly dedicated for such a little girl, she just turned 4 years old last month, but she still acts way too dedicated to me.
"I am going, Peko-chan."
"Young master, please don't call me with a -Chan! I am just a weapon, using such cute name in me is unnecessary."
Damn, I can almost see her pouting. It is always funny how much she likes to copy her father. He comes from a clan of bodyguards to my family that work under us for the last few thousand years. But, even knowing that I don't want to hear her calling herself a weapon or whatever. She may be already training to be my bodyguard, but I want her as my cute friend.
Thinking that I opened the door to see her standing there all serious and emotionless, but I know just how to break this fake front of hers.
HUG
KISS ON THE CHEECK
And with that she becomes all flustered. Her face is all beet red to the point that it looks just like her eyes. She can't even form full sentences right now.
"What are you waiting for Peko-Chan, let's go!" and with that I caught her hand and started walking ahead to where my family probably is, sometimes I give little peeks at her to see how she is and her face being all red and not knowing what to do is just so funny.
Yep, she definitely is too cute.
Opening the door to the living room I was greeted to the sight of both my parents.
My father, Alexius Barbatus is a very imposing man. He was extremely fit, with extremely defined muscles, a handsome face with a small piercing bellow his chin and with long red hair and deep blue eyes.
His very presence make others feel inferior, and with his trusted sword on the side he clearly is among the most powerful devils alive, many say he should have been the new Asmodeus since he too was just as strong and has a much better work ethic than that lazy bones.
But his father was not interested, he choose to be one of the new elders in the council and work in changing the laws in a more direct fashion to try and improve the life of the lower class devils.
My mother was with him. She was a beautiful woman with fair skin, voluptuous figure and shiny golden hair that looked almost like golden treads.
Her soft smile was something that could heal anyone in my opinion, she was as beautiful as any woman could ever hope to be.
When father saw me entering the room he smiled and said with his usual confident voice.