What makes mentor characters awesome?
Is it their experience? Maybe their strength? No, a mentor may be experienced and strong but that doesn't make him cool. What separates the cool from the lame is their entrance. Rayleigh revealing Conquerors Haki, Yami's Dark Cloak Dimension Slash, and Gojo's Hollow Purple are the scenes that cement their badass rep. So what the hell am I going to do!?
I don't have anything I can do! There is no one to fight and even if there was all of my techniques lack any flare! What am I going to do? illusions make me immobile when I cast them and the target also falls unconscious so to the audience it looks like two dudes are taking a nap in the middle of their fight! [Necto] looks cool the first time, but when they watch me spam it during the fight it'll become boring real quick. [Induresco] looks flashy at the start but when the weapon I choose gets made it turns into just a normal item.
"Charlotte, what would be the best way to wow them?"
"Who do you want to wow?"
"The students! I don't want them to think I'm some boring schmuck. My pride as a former captain will not allow it!" Plus I'll get to one-up the mangaka by being a better mentor character than the one in the original story. Hell, with Daichi currently MIA (missing in action) I wonder where that old bastard is? Knowing him he's probably out getting wasted in some bar in the middle of nowhere. The man never was a good teacher and Daichi only made it thanks to pulling a new power out of his ass every week.
"Hmph, if they can't recognize your greatness then they should simply leave and never come back. Their inability to recognize your power would be a deadly flaw in the field." Charlotte's prim response along with the generous compliments she gave me had me leaning forward to peck her lips. Before we could get heated though Nozomi got our attention with a cough.
"Ahem, I know you two are close but PDA between faculty is prohibited during school hours." I sighed and Charlotte clicked her tongue as we separated, our hands copping one last feel. I had grabbed hold of her pert little ass and she had rubbed at my clothed cock.
"Later..." I whispered in her ear and she giggled before sashaying to my desk, her hips in the tight black pencil skirt she wore strained at the fabric. Her white button-up shirt clung to her little tits and flat stomach like a second skin showing off every delectable inch of her body. She sat on my desk and gave me a little grin, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks. I wanted to take her on my desk and damn the consequences but the sound of the bell ringing told me I had no time.
"Nozomi can you—" My words were silenced by the loud boom of an explosion. The room shook and the sound of screams grew outside. "Where was that!?"
"The auditorium!" I grabbed hold of Charlotte as I heard Nozomi yell, my shadow already wriggling to life as [Shadow Portal] activated. "Please take me with you!" Her body slammed into the both of us as we all sank into the shadows. Our next stop, the auditorium.
***
(Narrator POV):
Katō Fumiko was terrified. Her shuddering body was packed under the theater seat she had sat in during the commencement speech the headmistress had given. Everything had seemed fine until that thing burst through the glass dome ceiling. The sound of screams had begun then as a rain of glass shards peppered the students, some unlucky ones found themselves injured as glass spikes embedded in their flesh.
"Fufufufufu scream~!" The monster cackled as she touched down on the wood podium of the auditorium. Shuten-dōji drank the powerful alcohol in her gourd, a miasma spreading from the condensed ectoplasm it held.
This was the Oni's other one of a kind technique and by far her most powerful. Condensing her ectoplasm from it's normal gaseous state into a liquid. Shuten-dōji stored this liquid in her [Oni Gourd] over a period of 3 days. When consumed it boosts her ectoplasm reserves to the level of a Tier 4 phantom. The only drawback to this technique is its short duration of only 10 minutes and the drunken state she will be in lowers her awareness.
"Stick with the plan sis." A cloud of pink smoke billowed into the shape of a woman as Ibaraki-dōji emerged from the cherry blossom haze. The sight of two legendary phantoms had the screaming audience go dead silent, all sense of composure in the students and faculty had long since broken away and yet they didn't run. The killing intent these two exuded in their aura prevented even the slightest movement. To these two sisters, the exorcists here were nothing more than prey ripe for slaughter.
"Yeah, yeah I got it! Hey bitch tits let's fight, I've always wanted to crack the famed headmistress's skull!" Shuten-dōji leveled her steel club at the tall woman with ash grey hair in a challenge. The headmistress herself smiled politely, her grey pupils regarding the deadly phantom as nothing more than a passing amusement.
"Well, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you because you'll never touch me." With those words lightning crackled over the woman's body as she appeared right in front of the red Oni. Silver blue bolts of electricity coated her fist as it drilled into the phantom's gut. Shuten-dōji gagged as spit and bile flew from her mouth, the punch had driven her into the air and as she rose she cleared the vaulted ceiling of the auditorium.
The headmistress herself wasn't without pain as the Oni's unique ability [Voodo] activated. A grimace marred her normally unflappable face. Without hesitation though she chased after the flying figure of Shuten-dōji, her eyes only casting a wary look at Ibaraki before she cleared the shattered dome.
"Ara, ara it looks like you'll be all alone now little ones." She licked her lips seductively before placing them on the mouthpiece of her kiseru. Pink smoke billowed from the bowl of the pipe, a sakura haze engulfing the auditorium. The sounds of unconscious bodies thumping on the ground filled the hall as Ibaraki grinned in satisfaction. Fumiko Katō fought desperately against the cherry smoke but her eyes felt heavy and all she could think about was sleep.
***
[Shadow Portal] allows me to teleport through shadows but it comes with a rather big drawback that it isn't instantaneous. My 'eyes' travel ahead of me into the shadows allowing me to choose the most optimal landing spot, but that takes time. Normally I would curse the slow nature of it but in truth today it might've just saved our lives.
Had we teleported instantly into the auditorium we would have exposed ourselves to the pink smoke filling the room. The unconscious bodies littering the floor told me that inhaling whatever the smoke was wouldn't be good. I looked at my two passengers submerged in the inky pool of cool shadows and asked a prescient question
"Charlotte can you fill your lungs with geist?" Normally filling your lungs with geist was used as a way to enhance the natural flow of oxygen into the bloodstream, but in this case we intended to keep the smoke from our lungs. The vaporous nature of geist being lighter than air means it would settle toward the top of our lungs creating a seal to prevent the toxin from entering our bodies.
"I can, but what about her?" Nozomi looked down in shame as Charlotte glared at her and I found myself agreeing with her anger.
"I-I'm sorry but my daughter's in there! I can't just leave her to die like that bastard would!" Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, her perfect eyelashes smudged by her dripping sadness. My arms wrapped around the sobbing woman as I whispered in her ear, damn I'm a sucker for a pretty face.
"It's okay, I'll help." My eyes looked at Charlotte with the most pleading look a grown-ass man can give. The answer I got in return was a little huff followed by Charlotte's 'nicest' words.
"Fine, I'll help under the condition that you promise me something Nozomi-san." Charlotte smiled like the devil would toward a lost soul now in his clutches. Her words were sickly sweet and tinged with madness, like the sweet sound of a siren's song.
"What is it?" Her face hardened and for the first time I saw her inner strength.
"I want you to surrender your body to Garridan whenever he desires. You'll be his slave, whore, cumdump, and meat toilet exclusively for the rest of your life or until Garridan gets tired of playing around with your saggy body." Charlotte always knew how to make me rock hard with her words as I gazed at Nozomi with hungry eyes.
"...I accept." And with that, her fate was sealed.
"Ooookay, now that that's taken care of Nozomi I'll need to do something strange if we want to get your daughter out of here."
"I don't care what the hell it is Garridan do—" Her words were cut off as my lips met hers, geist flowing from my tongue as it pried its way into her hot mouth. To prevent her from passing out due to the pink smoke I decided that since her control was so poor that I could use my geist and achieve a similar effect.
"Puuuah—w-what the hell you bastard!?"
"What, I needed to get geist into your body somehow. Would you have preferred me sticking my hand in your mouth?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, sorry not sorry!"
***
(Ibaraki-dōji POV):
I stared out at the sea of passed-out students, my gaze lingering on the doors waiting for him to enter. Kane-chan had said that threatening the other students and especially the 'heroines' would bring him toward me. That girl comes up with the strangest phrases.
*Ding Dong*
*Ding Dong*
*Ding Dong*
The sound of bells spread from near the back of the hall, the shadows hidden in the recesses of the auditorium seemed to wiggle to life. Their joyous dance grew more earnest as a trio rose from the ground. The man wore a black tank top, and a series of crisscrossed scars ran along his tan muscular arms. He had short black hair that was wildly mussed and along with his piercing emerald eyes, he looked like a pretty boy version of a wild man. His hands casually sat in the pocket of his grey sweatpants, a cocky smirk plastered on his face as he strutted through my pink smoke.
The little one next to him must be the one Kane-chan has the hots for. She strutted with the same confidence he did, my eye catching how she clung to him. Oh, poor Kane-chan it seems your crush found someone. The other one radiated so little geist that I found myself having to actively keep my eye on her to prevent her from slipping around my senses.
"Ara ara, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Garridan-kun?"
"I came here 'cause you're making a racket! Plus, I can't show my students how awesome I am if they're all dead. A better question is why are you here?"
"I'm here to kill you."
"Pffthahahahahahahaha...cough...cough...damn that was good! You got any more jokes before I shove my foot up your ass?"
"Ara, Ara you sound so confident even though your headmistress is nowhere in sight."
"Of course I'm confident, I have several tricks up my sleeve after all." His words grated on me and for the first time, I wanted to do Kane-chan this favor not because of her, but because I wanted this filthy little human to suffer.