Beta read by Shigiya
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-Underworld-
The concept of a protagonist gaining a power boost mid-fight after watching their allies get hurt or nearly defeated was about as original as Kalawarna coming up with several 'secretary suits' which she definitely did not intend to just use for seduction. That kind of trope had been beaten into the ground so many times that even the worms beneath it were getting tired of the same crap. These stories were as common as stars in the sky. So common, in fact, that they could probably keep Zaimokusa entertained for a few centuries straight, assuming he had the patience and a death wish for cliché overload.
Okay, I was getting a bit carried away here.
Worst of all, I could not complain too much, though. Having personally experienced this little trope more times than I dared to admit ever since I arrived in this world. Was I embarrassed by it? Not really. Sure, some outcomes were quite predictable now that I looked back at them, but considering it had helped keep me alive more than once—it was hard to argue with the results. If surviving meant dipping into anime logic now and then, I wasn't going to bite the hand that kept me alive. I'd even thank it.
That said, after spending what felt like a lifetime playing the reluctant protagonist card, I had made a slight miscalculation. A stupid, glaring oversight that was now coming back to bite me. Not just lightly either. No, this bite came with serrated teeth and enough pressure to shatter bones like twigs.
'Let's be honest, that guy fits the title perfectly. Issei is your standard protagonist from the moment I found him back then, almost getting killed by Raynare.'
The ideal shounen lead.
Even if he's a massive pervert that keeps eye humping my girlfriends.
The guy actually had a Sacred Gear with limitless potential and an overpowered ability from the get-go. I had barely registered that thought before a giant column of crimson and emerald light shot up into the sky. Ddraig's voice echoed over the battlefield, as overdramatic as ever.
[Welsh Dragon Over Booster!]
Of course.
Vritra would have been losing his mind if he were still here. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded letting him take over and just letting the two magical lizards duke it out while I chilled in the mental backseat, eyes closed, waiting for the fight to wrap up like it was just another shounen episode. I might've even enjoyed it if my unconscious mind came with snacks. Sadly, no popcorn to make this train wreck bearable.
"Damn it all to hell," I muttered to myself, cursing everything from fate to the sheer absurdity of the situation. Now I was the one left to deal with this mess. I blamed Rizevim for putting me in such a position where I became unable to rely on Vritra, but I also blamed myself. And maybe, just a little, I blamed Sona too.
So I turned to her and gave her the most unimpressed, narrowed-eye glare I could manage under the weight of all this absurdity.
"What the hell did you do to seduce Issei to this level? Did you promise to let him touch your boobs if you won or something?"
Pa!
For that, she wasted no time in giving me a firm slap to the face.
Ouch.
I won't lie, I deserved that.
"I'm coming for you, Kaicho!" Issei's voice rang out like a war cry from across the field. His figure tore through the sky like a red comet, dramatic flair and all. He was getting closer. Fast.
At this point, I couldn't even remember why I was still trying to win this Rating Game. Seriously, was there a reason strong enough to justify me standing here while this walking power-up machine came flying straight at me like a heat-seeking missile? There was no winning here. In the best-case scenario, I let everyone else handle him and further push him to power up. Worst-case scenario, I made him go into another transformation on top of Balance Breaker out of sheer narrative bullshit and have everyone in my team turn into a smoking crater in the ground.
Never underestimate the sheer, ridiculous power of a protagonist fueled by plot armor. It's like the one universal rule every villain in every story ever written, from manga to light novels, seems to forget—and I wasn't about to be the idiot who joined that club.
Then again, did I even count as a villain? I had the name for it. "Black Dragon King" definitely screamed final boss energy. Without Vritra's voice chiming in to provide unwanted but occasionally useful commentary, the question just echoed in my head, unanswered and sad. Great. Now I felt even less motivated to fight this guy.
"Let's just wrap this up. You win, Sona. I admit defe—mmf!"
My sentence never made out. Raynare's hand clamped down over my mouth, her face suddenly inches from mine. The glare she gave me wasn't just angry — it was a full promise of future violence if I dared finish what I was saying.
"Shut the hell up, you coward! This is not the time to get cold feet and back away. This is my chance, and I've been waiting to teach that kid a lesson all this time!"
Her six wings burst open with a sharp snap, the familiar glow of light spears forming in both of her hands. There was a manic glint in her eyes, the kind that made it hard to tell if she was angry or just enjoying herself a bit too much. Even her hard little peaks poking through that leather BDSM outfit would just be a shot in the dark. She grinned like someone who had waited years to cash in a grudge, and judging by how tense her body was, she'd been itching for this moment for quite some time.
"You are not the only one who got stronger, human!" she shouted at the red comet streaking toward us through the sky.
"Friendly reminder that he's a reincarnated devil now," I said, pointing up with a single finger, not that she paid me any mind.
"Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"I really don't," I muttered, watching her blur forward in a sudden burst of light. She launched herself upward, vanishing into the sky like a guided missile. Then, proceeding to collide with the oncoming red blur, producing a thunderous crash. Her light spear slammed against the gauntlet of the Red Dragon Emperor, and the shockwave that followed was anything but subtle.
Even from where I stood, far below the point of impact, I felt the air punch through me like a slap to the face. My ears rang a bit, my bones rattled, and the sheer amount of rising energy showed no signs of stopping. Great, another reminder that I wasn't built for this kind of world-shaking power nonsense without Vritra. Despite dealing with gods, fallen angels, and cadres, this further served to drive the point of not facing this guy even further.
"He's just going to become Vali 2.0. But this one likes boobs. The other one's all about asses," I mumbled, making my way toward Sona.
The bespectacled devil king had her mouth wide open, a rare crack in her usual cool-headed composure. Honestly, seeing Sona look that stunned was mildly entertaining, but I decided not to comment on it too directly. She was clearly not expecting this kind of raw output from her Pawn.
The fight raged on in the sky above us. Each impact sparked another explosion of energy that shook the clouds and sent out fresh waves of force. Not quite at the same level of a fight against a Cadre yet, or even what I saw from Sairaorg a few days ago — still quite impressive. From the way things were going, it didn't look like it would be over anytime soon.
"So you'll just be standing there all day gawking at the scene?" I asked, easing myself down to sit on the edge of the rooftop.
The moment I looked over the edge, my stomach did a little somersault. Right. Heights. Still not over that one… especially when I could not summon my Prison wings so easily. Wait, couldn't I just summon Devil Wings? Regardless, I shoved the feeling down and popped a chip into my mouth from the half-crushed bag I got from the fake mall. The chips were surprisingly decent, hopefully not fake or whatever devil magic nonsense to trick taste buds.
"How is this possible…" I heard Sona whisper. Her voice was quiet, shaken. "Our training… he never showed such a level of power."
Ah. She still had much to learn.
Naive as always. I could practically feel the protagonist's energy radiating from the scene, and as a fake, and reluctant, I might add, protagonist myself, I figured I might as well do the world a favor and pass on some wisdom.
"I'll thell you right now, get ushed to it," I said between crunches from the chips. "You think your team ish about to lose? Too bath. That'sh exactly when the hero makes his dramatic comeback. Next thing you know, he's ten times stronger than he was five minutes ago and takesh all the sphotlight. I think this is his first transformation or something, so the power-up isn't even at its final form yet. Againsht Vali, he still falls short. But if Vritra were watching, I bet he'd be having the time of his life."
Sona looked at me with complete confusion, her face a mix of curiosity and irritation from my simple, straightforward explanation.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, blinking.
I patted the empty space next to me and gave her a lazy gesture to sit. Might as well enjoy the fight like a proper pair of spectators.
[Boost!]
Ddraig's thundering voice came from the sky.
"It doesn't matter how much you fucking boost! I ain't losing against you anymore!" Raynare summoned even more of those light spears, throwing all of them as fast as she could. As a Fallen, her powers did have an advantage against Devils, but given that those spears kept breaking apart as soon as they touched the armor—that advantage just was not there.
But it probably still hurt like hell, given that Issei started to evade them.
[Boost!]
Wow. Those two were really going at it, and Issei's powers just kept growing. They shouted like they were in some kind of budget-friendly anime movie special where all the funding went into the sound effects and none of it into subtle dialogue.
Sona, meanwhile, kept glancing between the chaos above and me, clearly fighting a mental battle of her own. Eventually, she sighed and sat down beside me, tucking her legs neatly under her skirt.
I held out the chip bag again. This time, her eyes lingered for a moment before she cautiously reached in and took one.
"This is supposed to be a Rating Game, you know," she muttered. "We're supposed to be fighting one another and pushing ourselves to come out victorious."
"I don't recall any rule saying that two kings can't have a little rooftop snack break together," I replied. "Besides, I don't even have Evil Pieces that I used to turn others to Devils, thus I am not a King, so technically this doesn't count. If anything, this is just a particularly intense rooftop lunch session with better pyrotechnics."
"Are you even taking this fight seriously?"
I gave her a side glance, the kind that probably said more than any answer could. Still, I replied anyway, because apparently body language wasn't enough these days.
"Are you seriously asking me that after everything that just happened?" I said, voice flat. "Just because I am not covered in sweat, screaming my lungs out, or dressed in some edgy dark armor shouting attack names doesn't mean I did not give it my all." But apparently, unless I was rolling on the floor yelling 'super mega dragon burst' or 'taste my infinite power of friendship, rrrraaagghhh!', my level of effort was always in question.
"Then why sit here? I know, no, I have seen you go up against the White Dragon Emperor before."
"I just don't think it's worth going up against him," I added, already tired of this line of questioning.
No way I was bringing up Rizevim right now. That'd just send Sona into a spiral, and the last thing we needed was her freaking out mid-Rating Game. Not that this whole mess was anything close to ideal anyway. I'd have to loop in Sirzechs and the other Satans first—Ajuka especially. If anyone could figure out how to fix my current… issue, it'd be him.
Though luck and I didn't exactly go hand-in-hand.
"Dragon Shot!" Issei's voice echoed from the far end of the battlefield.
A vivid crimson glow flared around his gauntlet as energy gathered into a tight, pulsating sphere.
Then he outright punched it forward.
The orb turned into a laser beam that roared across the air before slamming directly into Raynare, sending her body spiraling into the ground like a speeding comet.
"Aaaarhh!!" she screamed, and to my surprise, she got back up just a few seconds later.
Burns marked her skin, her clothes slightly torn from the blast. Bruises here and there, but mostly intact. She had used her wings to shield herself at the last second, managing to avoid the worst of it… But that came with the price of having one of her wings completely burned and barely hanging on. Honestly, I had expected her to be down for the count after that.
"At this point, he has become the heaviest hitter in your group," I muttered, half to myself.
Sona stood silently beside me, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the field. After a pause, she gave a small nod, the kind that said she'd come to the same conclusion but didn't want to admit it out loud. She did not seem as proud as I thought she'd be, perhaps worried about the imbalance on her team knowing her.
"I've truly underestimated just how powerful the Boosted Gear is," she said.
"Well, the thing does contain the soul of a Heavenly Dragon and gives the user the ability to double their power every ten seconds," I pointed out, somewhat stating the obvious. "What actually surprises me is that you underestimated it at all."
"I meant that I underestimated his growth speed, not the Gear itself," she clarified, her tone level as ever. "It's just that... Issei's demonic reserves were abysmal. Even after days of continuous training, they barely grew. Honestly, a random devil child from the Underworld probably had more energy than he did."
I nodded slightly.
She wasn't wrong. Issei's mana pool had been laughably small when he first started, just like mine. Even now, it wasn't anything to write home about, but the way he managed to hit like a truck despite that was... Envious. All the work I invested to grow mine, compared to his, who just did it in a matter of hours, really dampened the spirit.
Perhaps this kind of growth had to be expected from those having Heavenly Dragons within their Sacred Gears.
"I was never afraid that he wouldn't become strong," Sona went on, "I was just afraid that it would take too long. Years, even."
"But this..." she trailed off, gesturing toward the aftermath of the attack. "This went completely beyond all my calculations."
"This is what you call the power of friendship," I said flatly, then paused. "Actually, no. Scratch that. This is probably more like the power of love, considering the boy has a crush on you."
She turned to me with a weird look on her face. It was somewhere between amusement and mild offense.
"Vritra told me something a while back," I continued before she could say anything. "The Boosted Gear is best suited to those who are extremely passionate. People like Issei. Loud, determined, overflowing with emotions. That kind of personality makes it easier for the gear to synchronize with its host. In other words, Issei probably has one of the highest affinities possible just because of who he is. And what better way is there to stimulate a person like that when it involves the person they want to impress the most? In this case, him, wanting to save you from my evil clutches."
"A Sacred Gear that scales with the user's personality is nothing new," Sona said, pushing her glasses up. "I spent several days reading through historical records and older cases. Most of the past Boosted Gear wielders shared a similar profile. Energetic, reckless, driven by intense feelings."
She paused again, her gaze drifting toward the battlefield where Issei was already preparing for another attack.
"But even with that, none of them achieved such an explosive increase in power so quickly. From what I read, the fastest case still took years. At least five, to reach the level of an Ultimate-class devil. Issei hasn't even had his Sacred Gear for half that time."
She fell silent, and I didn't respond. There wasn't much else to say.
"Then that means his affinity with that thing is much higher than either of us is thinking. Who knows, he might end up becoming the strongest Red Dragon Emperor," I continued, reluctantly, as the words left my mouth. I already felt like I was overpraising the guy. But then he went and sprouted jet boosters on his back, unleashing a barrage of red lasers that scorched the air and forced Raynare to spiral out of the way, barely dodging each blast. One of them collided with the far end of the mall, vaporizing a large section of the wall as if it were made of paper.
My opinion shifted in real-time.
Maybe I wasn't praising him enough.
"I'm still confused about what you mean by the power of love," Sona said beside me, brows drawn in earnest confusion.
I stared at her. Flat. Unblinking. Was she serious? For all her intelligence, this level of emotional density was something else. But I wasn't really surprised. Who was I kidding? Of course, she was this dense.
"He loves you. Or, well, he has a massive crush on you. Or your chest. Could be one, could be both," I said bluntly, holding myself back from commenting that there was not much on the chest to begin with. I did not want to end up getting a second slap, thank you very much.
Her face turned a light shade of red as she shuffled a few steps away, arms instinctively moving to cover her chest.
"Hey, why are you looking at me as if I'm the perverted one here?"
"You're in a relationship with Rias and Akeno," Sona replied without missing a beat as if that in itself was enough to prove her point. "And I've heard plenty of what's been going on between you three from various students."
Wait. What?
I blinked, the words taking a second to register. That was news to me. Who the hell was spreading rumors about me? It had to be Aika. There was no one else reckless enough to go flinging that kind of gossip around the school like it was her part-time job.
"Also, you slept with a Valkyrie not that long ago."
"That's not true. It was just a misunderstanding!" I exclaimed, feeling cornered by the sheer absurdity of the accusation. "I told you that drunk woman wouldn't let me go! She would've ended up turned into a devil if she wandered around the castle in that state. I had to do something. In fact, you could argue that what I did helped avoid a political disaster!"
A short pause followed.
"Pft."
It hit me a second too late. She was shaking slightly, arms folded across her stomach, lips curled as she tried to hold it in. And then it came, an audible laugh. Not smug or mocking. A genuine, amused laugh at my expense.
She got me.
"Well, look at you," I said through a sigh, unable to believe how I felt about that. "You've actually gotten better at lying your way out of things. How devil-like of you."
She gave me a smile, one of those rare ones that weren't calculated or subtle. Just... warm.
"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment," Sona muttered. "And think of this as payback for beating me at the Rating Game."
I gave her a weird look because of that, "Oi, going a bit fast here, aren't we? Might I remind you that we're still in the middle of a fight? Your boy just activated a new form that literally doubles his power output. Even Raynare's starting to get pushed back."
I gestured to the battlefield. The air crackled with leftover energy from Issei's last barrage. He was moving slower now, each beat of his wings looking heavier, more forced. His new form, impressive as it was, clearly placed a heavy toll on his body. On the other end, Raynare wasn't doing much better. Her body was covered in cuts and scorch marks, her clothes torn, two of her wings twisted and half-broken. She hovered, barely, sweat streaming down her bruised face.
"You still didn't tell me what you thought about that love part," I said, watching her out of the corner of my eye. "You're clearly trying to change the subject, but I'm curious what you really think. The boy might be impulsive, and sure, he's got his quirks, but he's not a bad person. If he ends up chasing you around with stars in his eyes, it wouldn't be fair to let him get dragged along by the nose."
"Who's to say he's not doing this for another member of the peerage?" she tried to argue, her tone slipping into that calm reasoning.
I didn't say anything. I just gave her a dry, blank stare that had shut down better arguments than this one. Before I could add a sarcastic remark, the boy's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Kaicho, I'll make sure you win this game and that no one will be able to touch your boobs!"
"..."
Well, if that wasn't enough to kill her argument where it stood, I honestly had no idea what would be.
She turned her face away from me slightly, a tinge of embarrassment softening her expression. "He should focus more on becoming stronger first… and pay more attention to Reya."
"Reya, really?" I asked, genuinely stunned. Sona gave me a nod.
"She's great at hiding it. But Tsubaki learned about it after Reya got drunk. I think Tsubasa also has something for him."
Without saying anything, she snatched the chips back from my hand and shoved a handful into her mouth, chewing like the motion itself could erase the sound of that yell from existence.
"Careful," I said, watching her with half-lidded eyes as I handed her the smoothie I had picked up earlier from the cafeteria. "You're going to choke."
She accepted it with a nod, but didn't respond. I took a sip of mine while she drank, and once again I was hit by that same strange, bitter aftertaste. Whoever programmed this copy of the school really had an obsessive level of detail. Even the drinks had that artificial bitterness, like the cafeteria staff had a grudge against sugar or added a questionable chemical just for spite.
"Well," she said, lowering the cup and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "it is his choice if he wants to pursue me. But I already told both Saji and him the same thing. I'm more interested in accomplishing my goals than chasing after some idea of romance."
"Yeah, I'm not surprised that's your answer," I replied, my voice calm. I watched the last remnants of the mall collapse in the distance, reduced to little more than ruined frames and ash swirling in the artificial wind. The outcome was now clearly in the hands of whoever lasted longer. It wasn't about technique anymore. It had become a war of attrition.
And if that were the case, then the result could honestly go either way.
Reynare was still standing somehow, although by all logic, she shouldn't be. Her body had taken multiple direct hits. The fact that she could even form a light spear now was already bordering on miraculous. But her weapon looked ghostly, almost like brittle glass shaped into a blade, one strong hit away from shattering into useless fragments.
Even in my current state, I felt confident being able to break them with a few simple spells.
Issei, on the other hand, was clearly near his limit. The emerald glow that had once roared like a volcano around him had dulled to a faint glimmer. The jewels embedded in his armor had lost their emerald luster, flickering dimly like dying embers. And having dealt with dragon-based Sacred Gears myself, I had to admit I was surprised he'd held that form for this long without passing out.
"You could just kill me right now. Defeat me," Sona said suddenly, her voice breaking through the quiet. I turned to look at her.
"I trust in my abilities," she continued, her tone still calm, but now tinged with something far more honest. "And I'm certain I can keep up with you for a while. But I'm not delusional enough to think I can actually beat you. Even without your armor, you still have that spear artifact. Just one solid hit would put me out of the game. If you fear going overboard, then that weapon is the answer. So why haven't you used it yet?"
"Maybe because I'm feeling merciful?"
She paused, then added with a certain edge to her voice, "I don't think it's something as simple as mercy. That's not really your style."
"I don't know what you mean by that not being my style," I replied, not looking at her right away. "Taking the easiest option is kind of my specialty. If sparing you now saves me trouble later, why wouldn't I do that?"
I turned my gaze back to the field. My voice didn't shift much.
"But you're also selling yourself short. Yeah, it's true that you still have a long way to go before you're standing alongside the top fighters in this world. Top beings, even. But the same goes for me. I'm not in the top ten. Hell, not even the top fifty, probably. There are absurdly powerful monsters walking around out there, most of them too bored or arrogant to bother showing up."
I glanced at her again.
"I'm sure you'll reach that level someday. I doubt you'll settle for anything less."
She didn't respond immediately. But the way she looked out at the battlefield, the faint set of her jaw, told me she was still listening.
She showed a somber expression, as if holding back a sigh.
"What makes you say that, really? Is it because my sister is Serafall, and you believe that just because we're related, I'll reach the same level as her?"
Even a blind man could have spotted the clear traces of insecurity in her voice. When it came to her sister, how could anyone blame her? That woman was, after all, a major figure during the Civil War, someone who went toe to toe with powerful beings and came out on top. She didn't just grow stronger; she practically became a legend, eventually earning the title of Leviathan. They even said she was Gabriel's rival in strength and beauty.
The strength part, I could buy. But the beauty? That was where I struggled. Sure, Serafall was cute—no doubt there. But calling her Gabriel's equal in that department? That felt like comparing a fireworks show to the sun. Gabriel didn't just look good. Her appearance seemed engineered to scramble people's higher reasoning. I wouldn't be surprised if even a monk who spent thirty years in seclusion ended up failing a vow of celibacy after one glance at her.
"That's not it," I said, shaking my head. That got her to look at me, waiting for me to go on. "I know you'll reach that level. Not because you're Serafall's sister. But because you're Sona. The Sona I know is strict not just with others, but with herself. You give everything your all, student council duties, training, and even the smallest task. I've never once seen you do anything halfway. I can't even picture it. I'm honestly convinced that you don't know the meaning of 'breaks.'"
Yes, people like Sirzechs and Ajuka were freakishly talented. Same with Serafall. They were monsters in their own right, born with skills that nobody else in their generation could match. But even that didn't come from nowhere. They grew up during a war. Strength wasn't optional for them. It was survival. They were forced to push themselves until they could finally protect the ones they cared about and put an end to the chaos.
So no, it wasn't fair to compare herself to that.
"This isn't a war. You don't have to rise out of blood and ruin to get stronger. You have time. You have discipline. And most importantly, you have yourself and others. You'll reach that level not because you're Serafall's sister, but because you're you."
Maybe I talked too much, or maybe the timing was just right, because right after I finished, I heard Grayfia's cold voice announce that Raynare was eliminated.
A dull thud followed. Both Sona and I turned to see Issei land on the rooftop, his crimson Scale Mail still active. He was upright, but barely. His energy was nearly spent. If he had anything left in him, it would probably only be enough for one last strike.
"Okay then. Looks like it's my turn now," I muttered, getting up from where I had been sitting and stepping forward to face the brown-haired devil just a few paces away.
"You bastard, don't think I'll lose that easily. I beat your queen, and now there's only you left!" he shouted with as much fire as he could muster.
I raised an eyebrow.
Last I checked, neither Xenovia, Kalawarna, nor Kuroka had gone down yet, which meant he had clearly forgotten about them. And honestly, after this, the winner would go on to face Sairaorg. I wasn't suicidal enough to try that, not even with Vritra backing me up.
With that bitch no longer here to yell at me for giving up, I raised my hands. Sona and Issei both stared at me like I'd grown a second head, probably thinking I was about to activate my Sacred Gear.
But honestly, looking at the board from a tactical point of view, with my so-called Queen out and the opposing Pawn now promoted to a Queen still standing, wasn't this already a checkmate?
"You performed well, Issei," I said. "Unfortunately, I won't be around to see just how strong you are, so I'll be admitting defeat—"
"No," this time it was Sona who stopped me. These half-finished sentences getting stopped midway were getting on my nerves. Were these girls doing so deliberately?
"What?" Both Issei and I looked at her with confusion.
"We already lost." She said calmly, neither looking upset nor saddened by this news. But how were they disqualified?
[Sona Sitri's team has been disqualified for not following the rules. The Mall and most of the surroundings have been destroyed. Which makes Hikigaya Hachiman the victor of this Rating Game by default.]
"..."
"..."
Both Issei and I were left there, stunned. Only a second later did I remember the rules and how I even mentioned to Sona how I would use it in her place if our teams were to switch. Turning my head, it was as Grayfia mentioned, nothing remained of the building below because of Issei's attacks.
But… Raynare was also part of it.
So why was I not disqualified as well?
"It was fun," Sona mentioned as our bodies were being teleported back. But she was not just done with a simple sentence, going onto her tiptoes and planting a kiss on my lips. It was soft. "That was a reward, I believe you get quite a few of them from others. In a way, I still won, you're still technically mine with that Evil Piece I used."
Sona smirked at my expression before she and Issei disappeared.
Perhaps the entire thing was too much for me to process so quickly, but when I regained my cool, we were already teleported back to the main room as I heard the girls speaking to one another around me. Yet before that, the first thing I ended up seeing was not the luxurious waiting room—but instead Serafall's smiling face.
Though that smile felt oddly ominous.
"So-tan kissed you."
Just how fast was this woman to get here as soon as she saw that?
It was genuinely scary.
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The next 5 chapters of Snafu, and my other Fate fics (Fate Coiling Sword with 3 chapters, A Fake Familiar Reborn with 3 chapters, Steel Eyed Faker soon to be 3 chapters, Hound having 3 and To love a sword having 4 chapters) are already available on my P@treon. With 4 more Broly chapters at /NimtheWriter. Also, I post commissioned arts on each story, already posted a few on an Archer's Promise, Broly and Snafu.