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The heavens rumbled!
In succession, windows imploded all over Kyoto. The rain, unabated, fell harder; it seemed as if it would break the houses. At that, eight pillars rose into the heavens, resonating like a battlefield. Enormous animal silhouettes appeared.
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Asai family.
Under the hurricane-force winds that uprooted trees, raining drops the size of ping-pong balls, a man with his back straight looked at the sky.
—... Communicate with the branches of the Asai clan! Form a maritime, land, and air cordon together with the other clans! —.
Transmitting the orders, two thousand elite mages left the vicinity, while a handful remained as the main house's personal guard.
—Husband, good luck in battle.
—I'll be back late…—.
With those words, Daichi Asai, wearing a khaki suit with the Swallow logo printed on his jacket, departs with the katana his wife gave him. A beautiful lady with brown eyes and shoulder-length black hair, exuding a ladylike air.
As Asai Daichi left, Matexi Asai changed her gentle look to a stern one so drastically that the lady's atmosphere seemed unreal.
—Bring the Miko, we will begin the ritual to our God!—.
-Understood!-.
—While my husband is gone, I will be the head! Activate the SERR shields, call every elder in seclusion, from all Asai branches, as well as those affiliated with this one, your priority is to protect the Japanese coastal perimeter!—.
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Radiant Family.
Radiant Clan: Power and influence in Japan, holding the same status as the other clans, despite being formed at the beginning of the Meijin era. As a young clan among the Eight Golden Fish, they couldn't be underestimated; their power was the greatest due to their slaves and secret magic. Like an ant, the Radiant Clan was colorful, flamboyant, and consistently fierce.
Having built a striking skyscraper in Kyoto, over 700 meters tall, made of pure mirror glass, which dazzled all of Kyoto brilliantly at dawn and dusk. It was also the base of operations for the Radiant family.
The terrace elevator doors opened. A young man stepped out, with short dark green hair, a bodybuilder's build, wearing a leather hat with an image of an Ant on it, an unbuttoned shirt showing his defined pecs!, long pants, and combat boots.
Likewise, hundreds of men came through the stairs, gradually filling the terrace, but none came closer than two meters to the man.
—Sir, the other families have activated the SERR barrier!—.
—And ours—.
He said as the cold air hit his defined pecs.
—It's already active, sir!—.
—How are the other families moving and what has the Emperor said?—.
—Yes! The Asai clan elders, along with the Toritos and Okobe clans, have deployed to the coastal perimeter. The subsidiary families of these clans are supporting the airlines and shipping lines. In contrast, the Light family—Negima, Yukino, Asai, Torito, and Okabi—have sent all their personnel to form a cordon within the country. The Imperial family has sent the Rotors to calm the Gods and implement the Kamber plan. The Radiant family has also been asked to form part of the cordon and head for the Ryuto clan, the epicenter of this abnormality.
—I'll pass on my orders to my children and families. Hunt down those who want to violate Japan's lands. The elite will leave with me. I want to know what's going on here.
With a serious expression, he gave several more orders and the beaming head of the family moved.
China, Mexico, Peru, Brazil, the United States, the European Union, England, France, Russia, Korea, and several others. They went on alert at the outbreak of World War III, and shadow organizations moved to their borders, watching for the enemy who had awakened their Gods from their slumber. As in Japan, pillars of light illuminated the skies, both day and night, while some went unnoticed, shining on a lesser scale in areas without human presence.
Javier, who never expected his business visit to become something global, told himself, "I won't negotiate with anyone again unless it's on my territory," but that's another story.
Unaware of what was happening outside, Javier found himself in a blank space.
—This feels like the first time I woke up. Hi, is someone here?
Lost, not knowing how to continue, he looked around at the falling white dust.
—Soot? It's from this space, why is it crumbling?
Wanting someone to answer his questions, Javier, although a baby God, his eyes shone through everything.
"Interesting, this divine domain is slowly disintegrating, even though I don't understand much about divine domains. The artificial heaven domain is much simpler, but its foundation isn't much different. How long has this divine domain been unsustainable?"
-God-.
A broken whisper woke Javier from his thoughts.
-Who is speaking!-.
—D... IOS—. X2
The broken whisper returned. Javier looked around, looked at the ground, and saw the shadow of a large dragon moving away moments later.
—... DIO... S—. X3
-GOD!!!-.
Becoming a cacophony among thousands of voices, Javier raises his eyebrows as he receives a small pain in his brain.
Not speaking, he looked at what was happening around him: the shadow of an eastern dragon, a turtle, a tiger, a hummingbird, an eagle, a butterfly, a crab, and hundreds more shadows in the distance of many shapes; plants, mountains, rivers, all looked at Javier as the center.
—Are you the Gods of this world?—.
-That's how it is!!-.
Sensing no danger from the shadows of the gods, Javier sat cross-legged. After all, this was his first time meeting the resident gods of this world.
—Oh, we were! Now we are mere shadows of the past, the true Gods are extinct!
—THEY EXTINGUISHED!—.
It was no small shock; Javier looked at all the shadows of the Gods. A God doesn't just represent historical culture, exploits, or struggles. A God is an omnipresent being, who resides in the highest heavens. Killing just one of them means being an enemy of heaven, but that each God died for the same enemy was macabre and sinister.
—There were two reasons for our extinction. The first was the enemy that hunted us, never dying no matter how many times we killed it. The second was the disease that took hold of all the Gods, diminishing our divine powers, leading to our extinction.
—Any description of the enemy, where is it now?—.
—We don't know. After killing the last God, this being left. We, the shadows of the Gods, have little memory, but we know that with the fall of the Gods, the magi's energy dwindled to almost nothing.
—Null, what do you mean?—.
—Natural energy was different before the Gods began to dwindle. Many talents brimming with energy rose to the top, but now it's different. Because there isn't abundant energy, humans built a system of force.
—Force system?… oh, you mean the magic system—.
—Exactly, in the past there was a three-phase system, called the Arcaino collector.
—But it's not good that humans have created their own force system, that era is over—.
Not understanding the shadow Gods, Javier hears multiple sighs from different places in the white space.
"We won't object if the new system is efficient, since we're helping them adapt to the new era in some way. God Almighty, when did you see the system you were thinking of?"
Thinking about the question of the shadows of the Gods, his face changed in annoyance, thinking until now the way that the magicians train.
The Gods sighed at Javier's reaction; they explained.
—The first level, Beginning; gathers the surrounding energy and fills the meridians to force them open.
The second color level: Upon filling all the meridians, the magician must enter a special place overflowing with their most compatible element. By absorbing it, the magician gains an element, dyeing their meridians a certain color.
The third, union: Creates a web to all the meridians sharing energy.
Fourth, nucleus: At this stage, the magician must create a nucleus, in the womb of a woman and in the case of men in their sac.
Fifth, element: Nourishes the practitioner's soul, forcing its element of origin to evolve and, thanks to the abundant energy contained in the core, nourishes the soul without adverse case.
Sixth, resonance: Having obtained his evolved original element, the magician must call his companion who will follow him for life.
Seventh, armor: It projects an enveloping armor onto the practitioner in a manner that is laughable compared to the ancient era.
Eighth, Cloak: The cloak is an extension of the mage that allows him to manifest the beast that he has as a companion.
Ninth, Spirit: Together with his beast companion, the magician must purify his soul of all the impurities in his body.
Tenth, Familiar: Cleanses the soul and body of the magician, able to fully merge with the familiar beast.
Listening to every word the Shadow Gods spoke, his face darkened.
—...—.
—It was either this… or the age of the magicians would end with the final fall of God.
—I understand they were desperate, but they couldn't create anything better all this time.
—We did it, we created the sub-breaks that in some way help improve and cover up the deficiencies of this tragic farming system.
Now understanding why he had a bad feeling when reviewing the cultivation system that Mantis gave him, Javier looked at the shadows, some of which had already disappeared due to their lack of power.
"Why did you bring me here? You have something to tell me."
—You understand quickly... One Supreme God, we want to entrust you with something!—.
Even the cacophony that a melodious voice leaves when speaking all the shadows of God, Javier nodded.
—As long as it's in my power, I'll do something about it.
—We, the shadows of the fallen Gods, are happy to hear those words! We want you to be able to take care of multiple eggs, which unfortunately we can only deliver eight of them to you!—.
-Eggs?-.
—Exactly, we also want to give you the old harvesting system because of your help. It will be very helpful, we're sure of it… here are the eggs.
"These guys, I haven't even accepted yet, and they're already giving it to me. It seems like I have no say in this."
Javier could not be more disliked by the attitude of imposing something, so he decided to remain silent upon receiving the old system.
Immediately, a small light comes out of some shadow entering Javier's body.
[DING!]
Scanning, I waited... Ding... Scanning successful, the collection system has been identified...
Compatible with humans and other species]
—I have received the ancient farming system—.
Having no response, eight lights of different colors floated before Javier. And before Javier were only eight shadows of the Gods.
—...—.
Curious, he touched the smooth surface with his fingertips, but quickly pushed it away.
"They're warm, right? We've been incubating them, but no matter what methods we've tried, we can't get them to come out, but with you, a full-fledged God must surely hatch."
Not knowing what to say, Javier's eyes shine for a moment and he looks at the eight shadows of the Gods who were about to scatter, happy to fulfill the small task left to them by their parents.
—... fu, you will disappear, said the Gods of Japan.
Knowing what Javier was referring to, they responded kindly.
—No, we still have duties, to pass on the knowledge we have to our Gods, even so there is still a long way to go before we disappear without using unnecessary energy—.
—I will keep my end of the bargain. I will not tell the other Shadow Gods that I will soon go and collect the eggs. I have my life and obligation as a God. I will go and see them, but I do not take for granted that they will come out.
—We know… we wait patiently for your return—.
Relieved, the last seven shadows disappeared and a single Dragon shadow stared at Javier.
—One Supreme God, my clan has caused you trouble, but don't worry, I'll make some small arrangements.
The aged voice fades away, the Dragon's shadow disappears, leaving only Javier before the Divine dimension shatters into pieces.
Rumble! Rumble!
-I returned-.
With a muffled voice, his body grew cold, and he saw his surroundings as if a typhoon had passed through, all wet and smoke rising in different places, burning with white flames that did not go out no matter how much water fell.
—Let's go, Yami, it seems there are people coming who will be a nuisance if they find me here—.
Taking Yami's hand, who was at his side, Javier opens a hole in space and disappears from the scene, leaving no trace of the two.
—Search everywhere, pay attention to the head of the Ryuto clan!—.
Taking command, a man of light complexion, red eyes, straight ivory-colored hair, thick build, wore a silver tunic on his shoulders with the figure of a (Quirin).
—What an unexpected spectacle this was, Blaz-kun, my contacts tell me we weren't the only ones—.
Coming down from the sky was an explosive woman, dressed in a gala dress that clung to her body, showing off her curves that left no room for imagination, in her hands a fan in the shape of a (unicorn), her complexion was light with small freckles on her cheeks, wavy phosphorescent hair and eyes of the same color further highlighting her slim figure.
—Are you serious, Ayano-san?
—Why would I lie about this? But if you want, you can investigate on your own; it's your decision.
Looking annoyed by Blaz Light's comment, Ayano Okobi, her dimples smoothing as she smiles, flirts with the short man beside her.
She had braided hair that fell on her back, black in color, lilac eyes, a little thick in body, healthy tanned complexion, she had a tattoo on her neck (Swallow).
—Lord Yukiro, Lady Okabi, please leave the small talk for later. My group has found the Ryuto elite corps dead; it can also be seen that the {Ogre-carian Slaughter Matrix} has been activated.
—Jo, it's just that your friend Korei-kun stretched his paw Asai Dachi-kun—.
Sarcastic in his voice, Asai Daichi turns around and glares.
—Yo, yo, you're scary... and where are those useless Torito and Negima?—
—You're the last to arrive, Hotaru-chan—.
—Nee-chan, you know I hate it when you call me that… otto, how dangerous. gegege—.
Laughing smugly, he pulls back his finger, about to be bitten by a small moth.
—A man knows how to respect a lady, although telling a fly to do so is asking too much, not Ho-ta-ru-chan—.
—... I'd like to talk to that ass alone you're talking about—.
—Ehehehe, of course, I have a morca tree worm, I'm sure you'll like it.
—Gagagaga, I like your sense of humor…—.
—Stop wasting time, Hotaru!—.
—Tch, too stiff as always, piece of shit—.
Increasing the tension in the air, between the Lady of the Okobi clan, the two warlords of the Light and Asai clan, facing the Ryuto clan hated by all clans for many dirty deals and diabolical ways that have made the different successors of the same clan to the slaves they get.
—Dachi, stop with the pointless bickering. Ayano, you're the expert on these matters. Check the area in the killing matrix… Daichi, your group will head out to search all of Kyoto. They shouldn't be far; you can sense a spatial distortion.
—Hmmm, let's get to work.
-... Yeah-.
Leaving Hayato behind, Ayano and Daichi begin their duties under orders from Blaz, who was the only one capable of leading the seven clans in a state of emergency. Uniting into one was the Light clan's duty.
—And you won't tell me to do anything, or if you want, we can have a staring contest. gegege—.
—...I wonder why we haven't expelled you from your clan yet?—.
—Because I'm good at my job, and the Emperor likes me—.
—A bootlicker, you mean, but you're a good one when it comes to tracking.
—And, you're going to keep praising me, or you can keep going while I get settled.
—Stop this nonsense, use your tracking slaves all over Kyoto.
—Okay, but I don't want to know anything if my pups start a fight with those from the Asai clan.
—It's not your job to keep them in line.
—Gagagaga, you always have to let them release tension, gagaga!—.
Also leaving, Hayato, Bliz, shakes his head reluctantly, due to the man's character and multiple conflicts with the Asai family, Ryuto, all caused by Hayato of the Radiant clan.
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Far beyond Bliz's expectations, Javier and Yami were alone in a park. Under the glare of the lamp, Yami sat, while Javier lay down, resting his head on her lap, as a light drizzle fell.
—Fu, fu, fu, you smell so good, Yami… if you bathe with the same soap, how come you smell so good?
Pressing his face against Yami's belly, his hands wrapped around her tight waist.
—... Ummm, what did you write?—.
Yami tapped his shoulder to get his attention, and saw what was written in his notebook.
(I bathe normally... like Rinka and Sayaka taught me)
—Ummm, but that doesn't mean you don't smell especially good... Yami looks at this and repeats.
Yami leaned forward to look at Javier's face, and he smiled peacefully at her. Turning his gaze to the half-dark park, his hand wrapped around Yami's waist reached out, and pale pink smoke rose from his hand, forming letters.
(Yami, do it like I did, just control the mist a little and get it out of your body and with your mind develop sentences as you want)
Following Javier's example, Yami reaches out with an expression that would be rarely seen, letting the mist run over her fair skin, separating herself from Yami, bolo towards Javier's words, failing to be dissolved halfway.
—Don't worry, we can do it thousands of times until you get it right, don't give up, Yami—.
With those words of support from Javier, Yami grunts before trying again.
Second failed attempt, he managed to arrive, but dispersed before replying to Javier's words.
The third attempt failed, he managed to keep them, but his control weakened.
The fourth attempt failed, he put in so much energy that it flew out until it hit the grass, leaving a hole in the ground.
Fifth attempt...
—Yami look at me—.
Getting up from Yami's lap, he walked around the bench. He reached behind Yami, running his hand down her arm, until he reached the back of her hand, interlacing their fingers, like a pair of lovers.
—Now Yami lets out the mist and I will regulate the power output—.
Speaking slowly, Javier rested his head on Yami's shoulder.
Following Javier's instructions, he unleashed his power unchecked, like a tsunami, unstoppable by the mist, about to burst forth from Yami's arm. Javier's hand tightened its grip, and the tsunami of energy was halted by a firm barrier.
—Now think about what you're going to write—.
Yami thoughtful about what to say, the mist came out, it came out of Yami's palm in a stable manner, overwriting Javier's light pink words with the dark mist.
(Let me try, I think I got the hang of it)
—Try it—.
Letting go of his hold on Yami he hugged her from behind, while waiting for her to get it.
Rather than being bothered by Javier's clinginess, he seemed to enjoy the time alone. Yami formed a few words with his mist.
(Did I do it right?)
—Very well! Congratulations, Yami, it seems like you're cheating so you don't know how to control your energy.
(I would never do that)
—You're right, Yami would never do that to me—.
Javier, who was happier, pressed his nose against Yami's neck, sniffing her. Yami, in turn, left his neck unprotected with a content look and a sly smile.
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Moments before Javier spoke to the shadows of the Gods, Yami looked at everyone with a divine presence and all the Gods showed their submission.
—It seems things didn't go so well for you while my husband wasn't here.
—Y-yes! We are waiting for you, and with your arrival, a new era will open for all the Gods.
—No. What you'll be doing is displaying ignorance on this subject. My husband doesn't seem too keen on the idea of world domination. Just leave your balls with him and give him the original system of this world, not this backward garbage they call a magic system now.
—As you command, but because you want to keep the hentai God in darkness—.
—He's too young and doesn't have the guts to take what he wants, nor is he complete.
—... Whatever you order!—.
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-Hmph, these shadows did a good job, now what methods will I use to strengthen Javier...?-.
—!—.
An electric shock ran through her entire body, she felt her neck wet and continued to kiss her way up and down her nape.
(Teacher, what are you doing?)
—Mmm, you feel uncomfortable, sorry—.
Without waiting for Yami's response, Javier seduced himself and sat down next to him before putting his head on Yami's lap and burying his face in his belly.
—Fuuuu, it smells so good, it calms my mind, I hope to enjoy it for all eternity—.
(I don't think it's good to be a useless teacher)
[My God, this husband of mine wants me to support him for life… it wouldn't be bad if I raised him my way]
Discarding that idea, Yami leans down and rests her breasts a little on Javier's ear, causing the tent to rise in Javier's pants.
—What's wrong with it, Yami's thighs are the best because they can't be useless—.
Yami blushed, his smile latching on like a hyena to its prey. Javier, unaware of a sadistic queen, stared at him, just as he didn't notice his erection.
(Because if not, he won't be able to have his longed-for harem...)
Javier, who didn't have to see to know what Yami had written, jumped off her lap and onto the floor to sit next to her and, head bowed, said.
—Now that you mention the harem, I don't think it's going to be easy to achieve.
(But the teacher wasn't happy saying that everything was going to be okay, he was even singing while cooking last week)
-... hahaha...-.
More of a grimace than a smile, remembering what happened at school, with Setsuna and previously with Sayaka.
(The teacher also said that there would be no problems if he continued like this, what happened?)
—Ahhh, well, as a lady's heart says, it's hard to win—.
(Sweetheart? Miss? Difficult words, teacher.)
—You think so? I think it's difficult too, and you know why? Because a woman wants her man to be all her own, and likewise, a man wants his woman to be all his.
(And the teacher cannot be only one)
—I wish… if it had been before, I would be more than grateful to be living with beautiful women like you in the mansion, but now my constitution doesn't make it possible—.
(Why? It's different)
—Like I told you, a woman wants only one man and a man wants one woman, but I… I'd be hurting him if I stayed with one, I have that feeling in my core—.
Touching his chest where his mobile core now resided with a sad face, Yami found those feelings more of an annoyance, but in his eyes, she was delighted. Leaning back a little, his men bumped into each other, and Yami breathed in his ear as they talked.
(So why don't you force them?)
Not believing Yami's words, Javier stood up with red ears, leaving Yami bewildered by his sudden action. She was trapped by the back of the bench, with Javier facing her, who was leaning on Yami with both arms and his knee between her legs.
—You, where did you learn such a word!—.
-...-. (Television)
Barely responding to Javier's bold approach, Yami looks to either side, but realizes he can't escape anywhere or from below because Javier has your knee between his thighs.
—Television, Tch, my grandfather already told me that television damages the mind… Listen, Yami, a girl should be treated appropriately, only when you are confident that some matters can be aggressive, and when she is your enemy or someone who has no choice—.
(I understand, master, but it could be argued that it is a bit close.)
Smearing Yami's cheeks, Javier realizes the provocative situation that had Yami, but instead of apologizing, his heart pounded millions per second, while his mind was calm like the pond on a windless day.
Bringing his face closer little by little, his gaze was on Yami's clear eyes and soft lips inviting them.
Staring into each other's eyes, their breath touches each other's skin, and their lips, barely touching, urge each other to see who will fall first. A squeal is heard.
—!!!!—.
Jumping in surprise, Javier looks at the voice that suddenly shrieked.
—Etto, etto, I-I'm so sorry—.
Carrying a cardboard box in her hands, and an umbrella, the young woman apologized.
Wanting to leave, be the girl, she turned around, but before she could take a step, Javier's hand stopped her.
—I-I'm really sorry, you don't want to in-interrupt your, t-time—.
Not knowing what to do, Javier's irritation subsided. Seeing that the girl with glasses was about to cry, he let her go.
—You're not interrupting anything... And what do you have that seems to be moving?—.
Wanting to put the matter to rest, I look at the girl's cardboard box.
—A kitten and a wolf, they're barely a month and a half old, so I'm giving them up for adoption, if anyone wants them.
—Oh, let me see—.
-Wait!-.
Ignoring the young woman's squeal, Javier opened the box, finding himself confronted by a lead kitten with a peculiar white spot, resembling a crown in the middle of its ears.
And beside him a brown-furred wolf cub.
—A cat and a dog—.
—If a kitten and a dog… It's a wolf, not a dog!—.
—Yes, yes, whatever you want to call the dog—
Totally uninterested in the wolf, Javier carefully stroked the lead kitten, letting out a silly smile.
—Hehehe, so soft and warm—.
—Mmm, do you like cats?—.
—A lot. Decided, I'll take in the kitten. By the way, how long did you say she was born?
—A month and a half, the wolf is a month and a quarter old.
—I key—.
Taking the tiny kitten in his hands, he showed no further interest, causing him to get a dirty look from the girl.
—Will you not welcome the wolf?—
—Sorry, but I'm not the type who likes having dogs, having to walk them, clean up after them, have them bite everything, and just bark like they have nothing else to do.
Showing complete rejection, the girl, speechless, took a breath into her lungs and.
—What's wrong with you? Cats do the same thing; you have to change their litter, feed them, eh, they also damage furniture and walls with their claws. I can't believe you don't love them just because they bark!
—Ahhh, look, miss, don't compare a dog to a cat! Cats are cute, fluffy, warm, they don't bark like those flea-bitten ones, they move as they please, they are self-sufficient unlike flea-bitten dogs.
—Well, cats also leave hair everywhere, they also get fleas and ticks if you don't take care of them. And dogs are also warm and fluffy, they call you when they see something wrong with you, eh, just like a human, they also need attention from their owner, plus dogs don't leave their owner alone, heh, like a cat.
Unable to reply to the girl's words, he stared at her.
—Mumumumu—.
—Mmmmmmmmm—.
The girl, undeterred by Javier's gaze, stared at him as well, neither of them backing down from their staring match. Yami calmly walked toward the girl holding the box with the wolf pup in her arms, taking it.
-Hey?-.
—Mm, Yami, what are you doing taking that dog?—.
—It's a wolf!—.
—Yes, yes, wolf, are you going to adopt him, Yami?—.
Nodding, Yami gently pressed the wolf against her soft breasts.
—W-wait, you can't have it, I'd already spoken to the vet about giving it up for adoption.
—Don't be narrow-minded, girl. No matter how, someone will take these puppies. I saved the vet the trouble of searching. Be grateful, girl.
—I'm grateful, but I don't like the way you talk. Besides, girl this, girl that, I have a name, you know, my name is—
—I have no interest in knowing, let's go now—.
Taking her by the arm, the young woman lets go without bothering to hide her dissatisfaction with how Javier treats her, barely knowing each other.
—Hey, don't pull me!... And where are we going? Don't I intend to go with them?
—You're not going to apologize to the vet, and we're going to buy them food. See, you might have to come with us.
Reluctant to accept Javier's words, the girl still had to go talk to the vet about the cat and the wolf. She accompanied Javier, even though she didn't want to.