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[Friday, 2:30 pm, One block from Micael's house]
[Pov: 3rd Person]
The atmosphere was tense, almost as if it were something material, a sign that the situation between these two adult men and a young man was not at all friendly.
Standing in the same position and still with his hands in his pockets, Micael watched with acidic calm as those two clearly suspicious men slowly approached.
And despite his attention to them, he also questioned himself internally. — 'This really went from zero to one hundred very quickly, it went from an accidental intimate moment with Rias to a scene of a possible fight to the death against two men...'
Once again, the absurdity of this world and his life made him question his existence. — 'Yeah, just another day in my life, I guess.'
In any case, even with the apparent crisis, Micael was still calm, even though he believed that those two were more dangerous than that other priest.
After all, he had a plan.
With him watching them, the two men soon approached him, stopping a fair distance away from where he could see their appearances in more detail.
Both wore clothes identical to the other man, clothes that resembled a priest and with a black coat.
The one on the left was a white man, appearing to be in his thirties, without a beard or mustache and with brown hair and eyes.
The one on the right was a black man, he was almost a head taller than the other, his eyes were a striking blood red and he had a thin mustache above his lip, without a beard either.
Naturally, as he did so, the two men did the same, considering how they looked at him with judgmental looks.
This impasse of scrutinizing looks lasted a moment, both sides remained silent, until the black man interrupted.
"Honestly, I didn't expect that the bastard who gave us headaches these past few days was actually a brat stinking of milk, I expected more." — Francis commented, more to himself than anything else, that he had his hands in his pockets as he gave Micael a disappointed look.
Looking sideways at him, Hector commented calmly. — "What are you talking about, we both already knew he was just a brat."
Still with a look of disappointment, Francis responded indignantly. — "I know, I know, I thought it was just a trick for him to disguise himself, but now that I see it's real, I can't help but feel disappointed."
With his gaze glued to Micael, his face contorted into an expression of disgust as he spoke. — "So, boy, what do you have to say to snap me out of my disappointment?"
Francis commented with apparent displeasure, but to a good observer it would be clear that he was just acting.
His intention was purely to irritate and provoke Micael, although his words were half true, as he was disappointed with Micael's young age, there was no way the boy could be very strong.
Faced with Francis' actions and words, Micael's reaction was just to tilt his head a little while looking at the man in silence.
He noticed a strangeness in the man's behavior, leading him to believe it was fake or intentional, although the man seemed sincere.
But regardless of whether it was real or not, Micael didn't care, so he responded as truthfully and honestly as he could.
"You seem to have forgotten."
With a slightly curious look adorning his expression in reaction, Francis questioned. — "I forgot? Forgot what?"
With the most placid tone possible, Micael responded without shame. — "You forgot where that's my problem."
And with his response, the already tense atmosphere gained a strange feeling, like incredulity.
Although this tense air remained between the three who were facing each other, it was soon broken by Francis's laugh.
"Haha! You are a very bold little boy, didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?" — The smile on Francis' face made his amusement evident, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes pointed to something else.
Unperturbed, Micael responded in the same placid tone. — "You should ask your mother, she will tell you how audacious I am."
Upon hearing Micael's response, the smile on Francis' face increased, but in addition to the fun, there was also a desire for blood, his intense gaze became almost murderous.
With his face in a smile mixed with amusement and murderous desire, Francis took a step forward, but was stopped by Hector.
With his hand on his chest, Francis gave Hector a questioning look, but Hector didn't look at him, instead keeping his eyes on Micael as he spoke.
"Your calmness is admirable, Micael Alvez de Aoyama." — Hector spoke in a calm tone and with a disarming attitude, but the meaning behind his words was a veiled threat.
Naturally, Micael noticed this, slowly raising his eyebrow upon hearing the man's words.
The interpretation of this threat was that the man knew who he was, it was open to different interpretations, but in general it means, we know who you are, where you live and with whom.
Micael is not the type who would react calmly to such words addressed to his family, but the situation required his composure, however, he also did not need to leave her without a response.
Therefore, with his eyebrow lowering and his face returning to calm, Micael spoke. — "Who?"
Raising an eyebrow himself, Hector asked back without understanding. — "Who what?"
And Micael answered him. — "Asked?"
And once again, the tense atmosphere surrounding the three was enveloped by an awkward silence.
Facing the boy placidly, his eyebrow returned to place while Hector felt like sighing, the boy's behavior reminded him of the idiot next to him.
And without knowing Hector's thoughts, Francis continued to stare at Micael with his smile and frightening gaze.
Lowering the hand that was stopping Francis, Hector spoke calmly. — "I imagined that we could resolve this situation peacefully, but your words do not demonstrate that this is possible."
Wanting to laugh, Micael responded sarcastically. — "Okay, I'm sure your "peacefully" means kill me without me trying to resist."
Shrugging his shoulders, Hector responded without a hint of shame. — "A man can only dream."
With Hector looking at Micael blankly and Micael looking at Hector with a dry look, Francis spoke.
"Why are we still wasting time on the brat, he has already made it clear that he will fight, let's kill him once and for all." — As he spoke his words, the air around Francisco began to distort, as if an invisible force was exerting pressure on the air.
Unaffected by Francis' aura, Hector responded casually as he took out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket. — "Sure." — With him continuing to light the cigarette, put it in his mouth and put the lighter back.
Equally casual and carefree, Micael spoke. — "Hey, before I kill you two, can you tell me exactly how you found me?"
With Francis returning his bloodthirsty smile and Hector giving a slight amused smile at Micael's words, he responded. — "Of course, it wasn't too difficult, we just had to read a few people's minds until we found a white collar worker like you found."
Placing his hand on his neck and stretching, Hector continued. — "We just didn't expect that when we found you, Devils' magical barriers would be surrounding your house, you really gave us a headache."
Hector and Francis really had a difficult time when they encountered Micael, his possible connection with the devils of the city of Kuoh made him a difficult target to hit.
They had to spend a long time observing the boy and thinking about how they could attack him, fortunately, they didn't have to make any effort, the boy practically gave himself to them on a plate.
"You know, kid, for someone who managed to survive Toshiro, I thought you'd be more cautious...or smarter." — Hector continued, blowing smoke between his lips.
"What? Are you referring to me apparently letting my guard down? Right, how could I forget." — Talking to himself with mock exasperation, Micael slapped his forehead as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. — "I kind of wasn't that forgiving."
Heitor just looked at the cell phone in Micael's hand without changing his expression when commenting. — "Yeah, maybe you're not that stupid, let me guess, that cell phone is for you to call your hired devil."
With a slight smile appearing on his face, Micael answered him. — "Yes, you got it right, unfortunately you won't win a prize for that."
"I understand." — Hector spoke, then calmly took his hand out of his pocket, while Francis at his side had his smile increasing in mischief.
With his left hand rising and stopping with the palm facing up, Hector spoke with the same casualness as before. — "And unfortunately for you, you're not as smart as you believe."
At the end of his words, a magic circle appeared in Hector's palm, and in Micael's vision, the same magic circle appeared on the ground, covering the ground beneath the three.
Looking down and seeing that silver magic circle below his feet, Micael found this situation strangely familiar and soon came to a conclusion.
"Oh...fuck." — As soon as his words fell, the magic circle under his feet lit up like a sign in his words.
And confirming what he expected, he and the other two soon transformed into luminous forms as they teleported.
And so, the sidewalk where Micael, Hector and Francis were, returned to a strange silence, as if there was no one around despite the nearby houses.
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With the magic circle beneath his feet shattering, Micael found himself in an unfamiliar place.
He looked around curiously, realizing he was in a completely different location by the architecture of the houses, but realized he was still in Japan by the signs.
And other than that, he believed he was inside a barrier too, even if the sky wasn't purple.
But to confirm this doubt, he asked while still looking around. — "Hey, we're inside a barrier, aren't we? And we're still in Japan too."
But instead of answering, Hector realized his behavior was still casual, which led him to ask his own question. — "You seem quite calm, still don't you understand your situation?"
"Heh, maybe he's in shock, be careful not to piss your pants, kid." — Francis commented from the side, his desire to kill still intense as he looked at Micael.
Looking away from the surroundings to them, MIcael replied nonchalantly. — "I'm not in shock, I'm just not worried as this was part of my plan."
Frowning slightly, Hector asked back. — "Your plan? What are you talking about?"
Instead of responding, Micael raised the hand holding his cell phone and let it fall to the floor with a faint sound.
Then, lifting his foot, he stepped on the cell phone, breaking the screen and releasing a faint silver glow.
Looking at him with his brow still slightly furrowed, it took Hector a brief moment to realize what that meant.
"A flare..." — He spoke in a somewhat serious tone, Hector was already able to more or less guess Micael's apparent plan.
"Exactly." — With a slight smile returning to his face, Micael began to stretch his arms. — "Unfortunately for you, your reward is still being killed by me."
Looking at the boy, Hector realized that he had underestimated him, although he had still been cautious, as it was not like him to underestimate an enemy, regardless of his age.
The boy's supposed contract with a devil was obvious, Hector's plan would be effective regardless of whether the boy was stronger than he appeared or had strong support.
Unfortunately, he didn't imagine that a simple magic hidden in a cell phone would be the cause of his failure, simply because he hadn't felt any magic in the boy before.
And if the boy's cunning was any indication, Hector had no doubts about his confidence, he preferred to believe that it was only a matter of time before some strong devil appeared.
With the frown disappearing and returning to a calm look, Hector sighed tiredly. — "Sigh, how troublesome."
And naturally, Francis at his side also noticed this, with the difference being that an irritated frown now graced his face instead of the murderous look.
Being stared at by the two men with different expressions, Micael maintained his smile while thinking internally. — 'That's not exactly what I planned, but yes, it still works.'
And by that he meant that his plan was to get their attention on purpose, which is why Rias didn't like it before.
His plan in all was to serve as bait, his relationship with a devil would be obvious thanks to the barrier, something he assumed the two of them could deduce, so luring them into a possible easy ambush was his plan.
And once that was done, he would use the beacon on his cell phone to attract Grayfia to kill the targets, the problem was that his plan did not include teleportation.
He expected to be trapped in a barrier again or even thrown into another dimension, but being teleported was not something he expected, but in the end, his plan still worked, it would just take longer for Grayfia to arrive.
Overall, he would say that his plan was still a success, and even if it ends up going wrong, he has a plan b, and if this also fails, he has a plan c, the problem is that this will have a very high price to pay, leaving him disabled for a long time.
But for now, he just has to stick to his original plan and keep these guys busy until Grayfia arrives, he is confident in his strength, but if it doesn't work out, plans b and c exist for that reason.
Looking at the two men who had probably already understood at least part of his plan, and consequently the situation they were in, the smile on Micael's face widened.
Having finished stretching, Micael spoke with apparent nonchalance. — "Well, let's get started."
But despite saying these words with confidence and appearing calm, Micael was not so calm.
At least, not completely.
It was as if there was a sensation of something in the back of his head, a sensation that made his heart and mind hyperaware of themselves.
It was uncomfortable, but he already knew this feeling, so, as always, he did what he usually did to overcome these feelings.
'Don't forget what you could lose if you fall here, this isn't the time to be fucking nervous, take a deep breath and fucking calm down.'
With these words of comfort, Micael performed the almost mantra he used in similar situations, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, but today it worked.
He soon felt the familiar calm in his mind and that hyperawareness slowly disappearing, he assumed that the weight of the current situation had made him achieve this control over his emotions.
But leaving these reflections aside, in a smooth movement, Micael closed his eyes while taking a deep breath but opened them immediately while exhaling.
And the change was immediate, his pupils changed shape, taking on a siliar shape like a cat's, not only that, a thin red ring of light surrounded both pupils.
And with this change, the shirt on his back stretched a little as his muscles pressed against the fabric took on a face-like shape.
Then, Micael felt the familiar sensation of increased strength along with the change in his vision.
However, instead of attacking immediately, he remained standing still looking at the other two who just stared back at him.
Hector and Francis looked at Micael sullenly, at one moment he looked no different from a harmless teenager, but when he closed and opened his eyes, his aura immediately changed.
In both men's senses, the boy seemed more... dangerous, and they both trusted their instincts.
So instead of immediately attacking him like they normally would, they just watched him silently.
But seeing that the boy remained still, seeming to wait for them without even adopting a fighting pose, Hector and Francis exchanged a look.
As a silent message in a subtle nod, they placed their hands inside their coats.
Withdrawing their hands, what was there was a sort of sword hilt, and in a gentle swinging motion, a blade of light appeared.
Without exchanging words, Hector and Francis slowly advanced while opening space between themselves towards Micael.
Getting close enough, they charged forward in an instant as they attacked.
In a cutting movement, Hector's sword advanced from the left towards Micael's belly and Francis' sword advanced from the right towards the head.
From their point of view, it seemed like the boy couldn't keep up with their speed while remaining still, but that was just an impression.
In a fluid movement, seeming almost choreographed, Micael raised his hands and moved to the right without even looking at Heitor's attack.
Almost casually, Micael hit Francis' forearm, nullifying the attack and without delay raised his right foot to launch a front kick.
All this while Hector's sword barely grazed his clothes.
Naturally, seeing how the boy effectively ignored him to attack Francis, Hector would not miss the opportunity as he planted his foot and brandished his sword for a piercing attack.
But he didn't even have time to move his arm when Micael executed a kick with the same one that attacked Francis, as if he had an eye on his back.
Hector was then hit hard in the arm, causing him to be thrown against the wall.
Thud—
With the sound of his body hitting the wall, Hector barely raised his head and saw a fist approaching his face.
ThudCrack—
But Micael's fist only hit the wall, creating cracks.
After avoiding Micael's attack by dodging to the side, Hector moved for a counterattack.
Micael was keeping an eye on him, seeing these movements, but suddenly his eyes moved to the corner, Francis appearing behind him to attack.
But instead of using the sword, Francis executed a high kick to Micael's head, his intention was to match Hector's counterattack, which was a horizontal attack with the sword.
With Hector's sword pointed at his waist and Francis's kick to the head, Micael moved fluidly as he dodged both attacks.
Micael leaned over as Francis' kick grazed his head, at the same time he placed his hand on the ground and raised his legs, dodging Heitor's attack.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Micael kicked Francis, causing the man to move away as he was thrown.
And without waiting to see the result of the attack, Micael put strength in his hands, turning his torso and kicking with his heel towards Hector.
But Heitor managed to block the shot, despite being thrown too.
Leaving the upside-down pose, Micael moved into a crouched pose, then looking at the two.
Despite being thrown, neither Hector nor Francis fell to the ground, they landed on their feet as if Micael's attack had just pushed them.
Looking at the two men, Micael already noticed the difference. — 'It seems like fifty percent of the demon's back isn't enough.'
Compared to two weeks ago, he was almost twice as strong, combined with Demon Back at half power, he was well above a normal human, but that wasn't enough.
'No surprise, these guys are stronger than that other one.' — Micael thought as he stood up from his crouched pose.
His attacks, despite having all his strength, seemed to have caused minimal damage, at least that's what it seemed considering how the white man was swinging his arm and the black man had one of his hands behind his back.
In fact, Hector shook his arm feeling the pain that came from there, while Francis caressed the area where he was hit in the back, both felt Micael's attack.
Keeping his eyes on the boy, Francis calmly approached Hector, coming to his side he spoke. — "The boy seems to have some ability."
"Yes." — Hector responded by flexing his hand, the cigarette still in his mouth. — "Looks like we'll have to take this more seriously." — Despite his words, his tone was carefree, he didn't even look at Micael.
"Hmph." — Snorting, the slight smile that appeared on Francis' face seemed to mock Hector's words.
Without saying anything else, the two men prepared to attack again and in response, Micael this time adopted a combat pose, his characteristic pose.
Shoosh—
With their clothes making noise as they cut through the wind, they advanced faster than before.
Arriving at Micael, they attacked again with their swords, but this time both movements were faster than before.
But despite his greater speed, Micael seemed unaffected as he raised his arms calmly towards the attacks, without trying to dodge.
Both swords approached Micael's forearms, but calmly, he muttered internally.
'Tekkai.'
Almost without making a sound, the swords touched his hardened forearms, but were unable to cut.
With their attacks being blocked by the boy's bare forearms, Hector and Francis were surprised, but it didn't take them more than a second to attack again without showing any reaction.
With their arms covered in magical power, both arms moved quickly as they executed a sword attack again.
With the swords quickly approaching again, this time both slashing to his sides, Micael dodged, but not in a normal way.
'Kami-e.'
His body moved as if it had no bones twitching as he leaned to the side, causing both swords to pass through him.
Repeating the previous movement, he placed his hand on the ground continuously and fluidly as he executed the kick, but this time it was different.
His legs, in a rotating movement and as if they had no bones, moved, cracking the air like a whip, sending a small blade of air through the soles of his feet.
'Rangyaku.'
Shiin—
The air blades emitted a sharp sound as they flew towards the two men's faces.
But they dodged it without much effort.
After dodging, they did not continue attacking and instead moved away, opening distance against Micael.
And then, they looked at each other in another stalemate again.
Hector and Francis looked at each other, they both understood each other enough to understand what this meant.
Micael was crouched again after making his attack, but this time he didn't intend to wait for them to attack, he took a step forward intending to get closer to them until Hector spoke.
"You're really amazing, kid, let's take you seriously now, don't die so easily." — Hector spoke with the cigarette still on his lips, raising his hand with the palm towards Micael.
And in his open palm, a white magic circle appeared.
Micael then vaguely felt on the skin of his face a change in the air in front of him, moving his eyes and focusing on the sight in front of him, he saw the air distort slightly.
Without hesitation, Micael moved his head to the side.
And from there, in the position where his face was, a thorn of ice appeared out of nowhere.
But Micael didn't even have time to think about what happened and how, because he felt a change in the ground beneath his foot making him look down.
There, he saw how his feet slowly sank into the ground, as if he were stepping on quicksand.
Raising his head, he saw the black man pointing towards him just like the other guy, but the magic circle on his palm was gray instead of white.
In a quick movement, Micael jumped back, escaping the unstable ground, his bare feet touching the sidewalk as his flip-flops got stuck.
Looking where his flip-flops were, he saw how the ground slowly returned to its solidified state and trapped it.
Moving his eyes to the two men, he was about to step forward and attack when he felt the ground shift again.
Looking down, he saw how the ground slowly deformed until it took the shape of a thorn.
Quickly moving to the side, he saw how that thorn quickly grew as it pierced upwards.
But he once again barely had time to contemplate the attack that happened on his previous position when he felt the ground shift again.
Without even looking, he walked away when a spike made of asphalt appeared from the ground.
And unsurprisingly, the ground he had just stepped on was already deforming in preparation.
Moving away again and avoiding another thorn, Micael ended up stepping on ground like quicksand again, but already expecting a possible trap, he was already in position when his foot touched the ground.
'Soru.'
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(Continue...)