As far as Gasper was concerned, Akira didn't really mind the situation.
Once he sealed the dhampir's power, he simply handed him over to Kiba Yuuto—leaving the rest in the hands of a much more patient (and elegant) ntor.
Two blonde guys: one a cowardly, crossdressing dhampir, and the other a kind-hearted, prince-like swordsman. Honestly, it was a trainer-trainee pairing that felt almost too perfect to be real.
And so, ti quietly passed.
Before anyone noticed, the first sester at Kuoh Academy was already drawing to a close. The air had grown hotter with each day—a sign that sumr was just around the corner. Sumr vacation was nearly here.
"Ti really flies... Can't believe I've already been at Kuoh Academy for a few months now."
Akira lay sprawled across the grassy school courtyard, letting the sunlight wash over him. His gaze drifted lazily up to the clear blue sky as he mulled over his thoughts.
A translucent screen appeared before his eyes—only visible to him.
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[Na: Shin Akira]
[Status: Kuoh Academy Transfer Student]
[Rank: 7 (Maou-Class)]
[Template: Enkidu (87% Sync)]
[Noble Phantasm: Chains of Heaven]
[Innate Talents: Consummated Shape, King of Beasts Instinct, Body Transformation]
[Skills: Blue Lightning Light, Aura Detection, Wisdom of the People, True Na Release]
[Equipnt: Boosted Gear – The Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet]
[Items: Phoenix Tears ×3]
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A small smile tugged at Akira's lips.
Compared to when he first arrived in this world, his current stats felt like night and day.
Maou-level power. An 87% synchronization rate with the Enkidu template. Three innate talents. Four activated skills. A Divine-Class Sacred Gear. And three bottles of Phoenix Tears—granted to him by Sirzechs Lucifer himself.
As a seasoned isekai traveler, Akira was soone who valued preparedness above all else.
Even though his power had reached mid-to-upper Maou-Class, he knew full well—this world was deep. Danger lurked in every shadow. Hidden monsters, ancient threats, unpredictable gods… one misstep could be the end.
That's why he'd secretly requested the Phoenix Tears from Sirzechs.
These legendary healing items were capable of saving soone from the brink of death.
He'd already used one—back during the Rating Ga—to save Vali's life.
Thankfully, Sirzechs had made another visit to Kuoh not long ago, and Akira had seized the opportunity.
This ti, the Maou had handed him three.
Technically speaking, Phoenix Tears were high-grade strategic items. They weren't outright banned in Rating Gas, but using one could instantly turn the tide of battle.
Even the Phenex family—their producers—couldn't et market demand.
But considering how closely the Gremory and Phenex families were once tied—having even been engaged at one point—Akira assud Sirzechs had a healthy stockpile stashed away.
Still, four bottles total?
Akira often muttered to himself: "Sirzechs, you stingy bastard."
The sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yo, Akira! What are you doing out here?"
A voice called out. Akira cracked one eye open lazily—only to be greeted not by a cute girl, but—
Azazel.
Yup. That Azazel.
Leader of the Grigori. Currently masquerading as a school counselor at Kuoh Academy.
Not that you'd guess from his lifestyle. One foot in academia, the other firmly planted in the red-light district.
"…What do you want? You need sothing?"
"Sumr's almost here. Figured I'd give you a heads-up."
"Then say it."
"I just spoke with Sirzechs. There's going to be a major event in the Underworld during sumr vacation. A massive celebration. Rias will have her official Coming-of-Age Ceremony—and her formal debut match in the Rating Ga."
"...And?"
"Which ans, starting soon, everyone's entering special training."
"So?"
Akira tilted his head.
"I'm not part of Rias' peerage. Why are you telling this?"
Or rather… Did he think I still needed training? Even after reaching Maou-Class...?
Azazel held up a hand. "Relax. I'm not asking you to join. Just giving you a courtesy notice, so you don't accidentally destroy the place while everyone's training."
"…So basically, you're asking not to ss around."
"The training includes everyone involved in the upcoming match. That's all."
"Fine. For your sake, I'll keep my hands off."
"Good—"
Before Azazel could finish, Akira had already closed his eyes again, basking in the sun like the conversation never happened.
With a long, tired sigh, Azazel turned away.
Honestly, dealing with Akira was always exhausting.
But at least now, with the warning delivered, he could proceed with the special training for Team Rias without worrying about the whole plan being wrecked.
Because let's face it—if Akira got involved, it'd probably be over in one punch.
From what Rias and the others had told him, Akira was the type who thrived on combat.
Back before he beca strong, he'd singlehandedly cleared out the entire town of Stray Devils on his own.
Every mber of Rias' team—without exception—had sparred against him.
But now that he'd hit Maou-Class, he didn't even glance at weaklings anymore. If the fight wasn't aningful, he didn't bother.
What neither Rias nor Azazel realized, however, was that Akira never fought for fun.
There was only one reason.
To increase his sync rate with Enkidu.
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—⟡ Elsewhere... ⟡—
At the headquarters of the Khaos Brigade—specifically, within the Hero Faction—
A man with sharp, piercing eyes studied a docunt in his hand.
A profile.
A photo.
And a na: Shin Akira.
"So this is the current Red Dragon Emperor… A human. Dual Sacred Gear wielder. No Devil Reincarnation. And he's reached Maou-Class with a human body alone… How impressive."
The man was Cao Cao—the current incarnation of the legendary Chinese warlord, and the leader of the Hero Faction.
He wielded the strongest Longinus—True Longinus, the holy spear that once pierced the body of the ssiah.
To many, Cao Cao was the strongest pure human alive.
A master of tactics. A man who founded the Hero Faction with one goal in mind:
To test how far humanity could go.
In a world overrun with gods, demons, angels, and monsters… humans were at the bottom of the food chain.
Most didn't even realize the supernatural world existed.
"You thinking of recruiting him?" ca a voice.
It belonged to Siegfried, a swordsman forged from the genetics of Sigurd, the Nordic hero. A top fighter in the Hero Faction—soone who usually exuded pride and confidence.
But even he… couldn't hide the respect in his tone.
To reach Maou-Class as a human…
It was sothing even he had to acknowledge.
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