"Mira, what… how is this possible?"
Eyes wide with disbelief, Mira stared at the two identical Sacred Gears shimmering in Tenra's hands. She couldn't begin to imagine how such a thing was possible.
Tenra smiled. "You know, Sacred Gears aren't just weapons—they're more like a summoning ability. As long as the host survives, no matter how many times the Gear is destroyed, it can always be reformed."
He let the staff spin lightly in his grip. "But I've developed something new. I can share my Sacred Gears with others—so both of us can wield their power at the same time."
Mira's hand flew to her mouth, eyes growing even wider. Honestly, when Tenra first discovered this ability, he'd been just as stunned.
He called it [Gear Share]. Any Sacred Gear he'd plundered could be linked to another host. The host would gain access to the Gear's power, and Tenra himself could still use it. Even better, any new abilities the host developed would feed directly back to Tenra.
Tenra had always been gifted at mastering Sacred Gears, but as his collection grew, it became impossible to fully unlock the potential of every single one. Most Gears simply sat dormant, their power wasted. That's when he started experimenting: what if he could share a Gear with someone trustworthy, let them develop its abilities, and focus his own attention on the truly special ones?
It was a gamble, but it worked. [Gear Share] was born.
Gasper and Tosca had been his first test subjects. Tenra had taken [Forbidden Balor View] and [Blade Blacksmith] from them, but now both he and their original owners could use those powers. Any new tricks they discovered, Tenra instantly gained as well.
It was a game-changer. With [Gear Share], Tenra could nurture a whole team of powerful allies, each helping to unlock the secrets of their Sacred Gears. He saved time, energy, and multiplied his own strength.
Naturally, there were limits. The shared Gear started in its basic form—Tenra couldn't pass on any advanced abilities he'd already unlocked. Each host had to start from scratch, but whatever they discovered would flow back to him.
In a way, this was perfect. No one could ever surpass Tenra's mastery of a Gear, and he'd never have to worry about losing control. Even if the restriction didn't exist, he could recall any shared Gear with a thought.
He was, and always would be, the true master.
"Mira, are you ready to accept it now?"
Tenra's tone was gentle but firm. "Use it well. Let your strength—and the Gear's—serve me."
Mira finally snapped out of her daze. "Yes, Tenra-sama!"
Her hands trembled with excitement as she gripped the silver staff. She leapt back into the training grounds, eyes blazing. In a single, fluid motion, she spun the [Ruyi Iron Staff]—the air howled, clouds churned, and with a shout, the staff telescoped to impossible length before crashing down with a thunderous boom.
Dust exploded. The ground shook. Half the training field was instantly reduced to rubble.
A shimmer of magic restored the damage in seconds, but Mira stood frozen, staring at her hands, breathless with awe.
This was the power of a Sacred Gear.
Tenra watched her, lips curled in satisfaction. He'd chosen the right person. He couldn't wait to see what new wonders Mira would unlock with the [Ruyi Iron Staff] in her hands.
"Time to head out, Tenra-sama."
After morning training and breakfast, Yubelluna helped Tenra into his school uniform, her voice soft and gentle.
He glanced over at the girls, all dressed and ready. Then he spotted a commotion on the other side of the room—
"I don't wanna go to school! I don't wanna go!"
Gasper clung to the table with desperate strength, refusing to budge.
"Tenra-sama, since Gasper won't go to school, let's take him apart!"
"Yeah, chop him up! Chop him up!"
"Don't chop me!"
The twins, Ile and Nel, teased mercilessly, brandishing toy chainsaws. Gasper shrieked and dove under the table, determined not to come out.
Tenra sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Forget it. If he won't go, let him stay home."
Gasper's childhood trauma still haunted him—crowds made him anxious, and he'd never quite recovered. Honestly, Tenra thought, if it weren't for that pretty face and his unbreakable crossdressing habit, nobody would even notice him. The trauma would have healed ages ago.
Leaving Gasper behind to mind the house, Tenra and the girls set off for Kuoh Academy.
"Oh crap, I'm gonna be late!"
"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out!"
As Tenra and his group stepped out of the Kamiyo residence, a figure burst from the neighboring Hyoudou house—messy hair, school bag in hand, Kuoh Academy uniform askew.
Issei Hyoudou.
He froze mid-step, eyes bugging out as he caught sight of Tenra and the parade of beautiful girls.
So many gorgeous girls. So early in the morning.
His gaze landed on Yubelluna, and for a moment, Issei looked like he might faint.
Weapons of mass destruction. On a woman. Right in front of him.
He swayed, half-convinced he must be dreaming. A morning like this only happened in fantasies.
Yubelluna and Xuelan exchanged disgusted glances. Malie raised a delicate hand, ready to punish the brazen human with a spell, but Tenra stopped her with a look.
"Yo, Issei-kun. Long time no see."
Tenra waved, grinning.
Issei snapped out of his trance, wiped away a bit of drool, and finally noticed Tenra.
"Uh… you are?"
He tore his eyes away from the girls, face flushing. Tenra did look familiar, but he couldn't place him.
"Come on, Issei-kun. Don't tell me you've forgotten your neighbor—Tenra Kamiyo."
Tenra's smile was easy, teasing. Issei's face lit up with recognition.
"You're Tenra?!"
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