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Rod had no idea what Griselda was thinking at the moment.
Once he boarded the first-class cabin, he reclined his seat, slipped on an eye mask, and dozed off.
After all, flying from Rome to Japan was a solid ten-plus hour journey, and there wasn't much else to do on the plane besides sleep.
Meanwhile, for Asia, it was her very first flight, and she was absolutely ecstatic. She leaned against the window the whole time, wondering at the clouds, gazing down at distant cities and peaceful countryside scenes.
At first, she bombarded Rod with questions, but once she noticed he had fallen asleep, she lowered her voice and focused on the view outside. Before long, she too drifted off to sleep.
…
"Wake up. We're here."
Time always seemed to slip by faster when you were sleeping.
Asia felt like she had only just closed her eyes before being roused again.
But she wasn't the type to sleep in, so after blinking a few times, she pulled herself together.
Once they left the airport and entered the city proper, Asia stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at the dazzling urban sprawl.
Compared to Rome, Tokyo hit her like a lightning bolt of sensory overload.
As the city lights blinked on, neon signs blazed to life. The streets between towering skyscrapers were packed with people and cars, rivers of light and motion.
Every signal change at a major crosswalk was like a floodgate opening, releasing an unstoppable tide of humanity.
Asia gawked in disbelief, her voice filled with awe:
"There are... so many people. Too many people!"
Sure, she'd seen crowds during Church events before, but nothing like this. This wasn't a crowd, it was an ocean.
Rod nodded in agreement.
In his mind, Tokyo had two defining characteristics:
One, heat.
Globally infamous. The stifling, muggy kind.
Two, overcrowding.
Squeezed into under 2,200 square kilometers lived over 14 million people. And if you included surrounding prefectures like Kanagawa, Saitama, and Chiba, the Greater Tokyo area boasted over 37 million people, nearly a third of Japan's population, crammed into just a few percent of its landmass.
Rod liked watching Tokyo, but he didn't like being in it.
Still, there was no direct flight from Rome to Kuoh Town, so this was the logical destination.
The mission had no time limit anyway, no rush. And seeing Asia wander around like an excited country girl in the big city, he figured staying a while couldn't hurt.
Besides, in the world of High School DxD, both Tokyo and Kyoto were major hotspots for storyline events.
This was where the Five Great Clans and the shadowy yokai factions resided.
If memory served, the local yokai leader was some ridiculously well-endowed beast-eared girl.
Rod wouldn't mind meeting her in person.
…
Their first task in Tokyo: book a hotel.
Compared to Rome, Tokyo's front desk clerks were far more professional.
No one even blinked at the sight of a girl in a nun's habit.
After all, it wasn't uncommon for men to bring women to hotels for cosplay.
Nun, nurse, shrine maiden, you name it.
Heck, people even showed up dressed as monks!
Once they entered their suite, Asia's first instinct was to sneak a peek at the bathroom.
She let out a visible sigh of relief after confirming there were no semi-transparent glass walls this time.
Not that she was completely opposed to Rod seeing her naked, just that, as a girl, some modesty was nice.
Rod, of course, wasn't thinking about any of that.
After dropping off their luggage, he took Asia out to explore Tokyo's "local customs."
It only took twenty minutes of walking through the shopping district for Rod to be forcibly reminded of how "pure" the city's interpersonal relationships were.
Case in point, within ten minutes, he saw multiple stunning young women hanging off the arms of balding, pot-bellied old men.
It almost made him believe in love again.
For Asia, however, the culture shock was massive.
She'd never seen anything like this.
What truly floored her were the endless rows of "special service" establishments.
Girls in skimpy outfits, or full-blown anime cosplay, stood openly on sidewalks, waving signs and smiling flirtatiously at passersby.
The suggestive headlines, flashy ads... even a single glance was enough to spark sinful thoughts.
Rod knew better, though.
Those ads were mostly bait, get you in the door, then milk you dry.
If you really wanted the good stuff, you needed a local fixer.
Not that he had any interest.
He was a transmigrator, for crying out loud.
Why would he settle for secondhand goods?
…
As dusk settled in, they wandered into a plaza near a park.
"This is so good… so sweet…" Asia murmured, blissfully devouring a chocolate-and-powdered-sugar-covered fried banana.
Rod had no real goal, just strolling around in case a hidden quest triggered.
They'd been wandering for nearly two hours, but not a single ghost or monster showed up.
Not even a wisp of trouble.
Just as Rod was about to call it a night,
Ding!
[System Quest Activated: The Day of Demon Slaying]
[Objective: Defeat the Thousand-Year Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji]
[Reward: Depends on the total damage dealt to Muzan. The more you hurt him, the greater the reward!]
"…Huh?"
Rod raised an eyebrow.
The Day of Demon Slaying?
And Muzan Kibutsuji?
Sure, he knew this world had ghosts and similar creatures…
But Muzan? That Muzan?
The smug bastard from Demon Slayer?
And now the system wanted him to face off against this primeval villain… in the world of High School DxD?
Rod couldn't tell if the system was joking, or just really hated him.
Whatever.
He wasn't going to overthink it.
He tapped the map to locate the target and set off immediately.
Asia? He sent her back to the hotel.
…
Late at night.
Moonlight filtered weakly through thick treetops, casting broken shadows across the forest floor.
The air was cold, damp, and silent.
That silence shattered suddenly, replaced by the sharp clang of battle.
Somewhere deep in the woods, a grotesque humanoid figure, its body writhing with dozens of black tendrils, glared hatefully at the attackers pursuing it.
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