Issei Hyoudou felt his skin crawl under the hungry, excited stares of the kendo club girls.
"E-everyone, it's not that I won't teach you. Even if I did, you couldn't use it!" He tried to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears.
"Hyoudou, you wanna die? Is that it?"
"Just hand over the secret and we'll let you go."
"Hyoudou, stop clinging to your pervert ways! That power belongs to us girls—give it back!"
"Hand it over! Now!"
Surrounded by a mob of murderous girls, Issei felt like he was facing the world's most terrifying demons. Me, delusional? You're the ones obsessed!
No matter how he pleaded, the girls wouldn't listen. Sweat poured down his face as he imagined one of them finally snapping and slicing him in half.
But then—
"Alright, enough," Tenra's voice cut through the chaos. "That's Issei's unique ability. Even if he taught you, it wouldn't work."
The girls instantly deflated, groaning in disappointment.
"How can this be…"
Issei stared in disbelief. He'd been explaining for ages and nobody believed him. Tenra says one sentence, and they all accept it?
Unbelievable. Damn girls!
"Everyone, disperse. If you're hurt, let Asia heal you. I need to talk to Issei and his crew," Tenra ordered.
"Yes, Captain."
Absolute trust. The girls lost interest in the Oppai Trio in an instant. Their gazes now carried only scorn:
"Perverts!"
"Disgusting!"
"Gross!"
Issei's eye twitched. We're the perverts? You were the ones drooling over my powers a minute ago. Pure jealousy, that's all.
Tenra regarded the trio in silence, letting the tension build. Issei fidgeted under the scrutiny, Motohama and Matsuda shrinking behind him.
Cowards, Issei thought. Talk big behind people's backs, but turn into wimps face-to-face. Embarrassing.
Tenra finally spoke, a faint smile on his lips. "Thanks for the help earlier. As a reward, I'll share some intel."
The three Oppai Heroes gawked as Tenra gave them a crash course in the supernatural: devils, angels, fallen angels, yokai, vengeful spirits—the whole bizarre spectrum.
Until now, the trio only knew monsters lurked in the shadows, preying on humans. But they'd never learned the rules of the supernatural world. Tenra made sure they understood: not everything strange was a monster to be exterminated. Attack the wrong thing, and you'd get a lesson you wouldn't forget.
"That's the gist. This world isn't as peaceful as it looks. Humans aren't the rulers they think they are—they're weak, honestly. Next time you fight something weird, know your limits. There's always someone stronger. There's always a higher sky. More things exist here than you can imagine."
It was a lot to take in. Tenra had explained on a whim; what the three did with the knowledge was up to them.
Later, after helping Asia treat the wounded, Tenra led the girls back to the hotel.
"Captain, what about our rewards?" The girls crowded around the moment they entered their room, eyes shining with anticipation.
Tenra smirked. He wouldn't go back on his word.
He snapped his fingers. With a flash, dazzling swords materialized in midair—each blade unique, shimmering with magical power.
"You all did great. These are your rewards."
Tenra waved his hand, and the swords floated into the girls' hands.
A real swordswoman needed a real sword. Their skills had reached the point where they could handle the real deal, so Tenra gifted each girl her own blade.
The girls squealed with delight, admiring their new swords. Even though it was their first time holding them, the weapons felt perfectly balanced, as if forged just for them.
What they didn't know: Tenra had crafted each sword to match its owner's size, weight, even the curve of the blade—personalized down to the last detail. With his Sacred Gear, Sword Birth, and his deep understanding of each girl's style, only Tenra could pull off something like this.
Thanks to Tenra's mastery, these swords wouldn't vanish when separated from him. Unless destroyed in battle, they'd remain as real as any legendary weapon.
Forging permanent swords took much more power than temporary ones, but for Tenra, it was nothing.
"Captain, what if we take these outside and the police confiscate them?" one girl asked nervously. The others glared at her, and she shrank away.
"Don't worry, Kutsuki. These are my gifts. Nobody can take them away."
Tenra snapped his fingers again. The swords turned into orbs of light, then into sword-shaped marks that settled on each girl's arm.
"Summon your sword when you need it. Otherwise, it stays with you as a mark."
"Alright, get some rest. I've got other things to take care of."
He clapped his hands, sending the girls off to bed. Before leaving, he cast a protective barrier over their room—just in case.
Tenra headed up to the top floor, where Azazel and Rossweisse were waiting, along with Tsubasa Yura, Meguri Tomoe, Reya Kusaka, and Momo Hanakai.
"You two got attacked as well?" Tenra asked, surprised.
"Pretty much the same as you. Your club girls holding up?" Azazel replied.
"Let them get some practice. A few bruises, but everyone's fine."
Azazel grinned. "You're awfully invested in those girls. Planning to build your own Sword Maiden Corps?"
Tenra shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see."
After some banter, Tenra asked about their situation.
Rossweisse had been ambushed by yokai while shopping at the hundred-yen store. Azazel, meanwhile, had been "getting to know" Kyoto's maiko when a blade suddenly pressed against his throat—demanding he return "Lord Kitsune."
"So, any idea why the yokai are after us?" Tenra frowned.
"Not exactly. Seems one of their big shots got kidnapped, so now they think all foreign devils and fallen angels are the bad guys."
"I've already notified the Underworld. Serafall should be here soon."
Among the Four Great Satans, Serafall Leviathan was in charge of diplomacy. With yokai attacking outsiders, it was a serious incident—no surprise she'd get involved.
"Hello! Red Dragon Emperor-chan, everyone!" A cheerful voice rang out as Serafall arrived via teleportation, decked out in her usual magical girl outfit.
"Lady Serafall." Tenra and the girls greeted her.
Tenra hadn't been close with Serafall at first—she'd been wary because of Sona. But after bonding over magical girl talk, their relationship had warmed considerably.
Of course, if Serafall ever found out what Tenra had done with her beloved Sona, things would get ugly fast.
After catching up, Tenra and Azazel recounted the attacks. Serafall listened, then made a quick decision.
"Here's the plan: Tomorrow, Red Dragon Emperor-chan, you and your group stick to the schedule. I'll handle negotiations with the yokai and clear up the misunderstanding. We'll figure out the next steps after that."
"Got it," Tenra agreed.
"Sona-chan's peerage, come with me. We're heading to the yokai side now."
"Um, Lady Serafall, isn't it a bit late?" Reya asked.
"Hmph! I rushed over here, didn't I? If they refuse to see us, I'll just blast them all with my magic wand!"
"…"
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