[Rizel POV]
As i was going through the hallway EL spoke.
[Raize, you don't needed to do that.]
'Oh, Come on. I just wanted to show off it is an average dream of an otaku, to impress some fictional girls.' He said inwardly.
'You won't understand the feeling i got when seeing the awe and shock in their eyes.'
[It seems that you're enjoying yourself, but becareful after you completely merge with Raizel's memories, you personality will started to change.]
'Wait. You are saying that my personality with blend with his and his likes and dislikes will also come with it.'
[Yes.]
'So i would become a self righteous guy.'
'Well, let's leave it for the future'
....
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, the members of the Occult Research Club gathered in their usual room. The atmosphere was tense as Issei burst in, his face pale and filled with desperation.
"Rias! Akeno! I couldn't save Asia from Raynare!" Issei's voice was frantic, his hands trembling. "Please, I need your help!"
Rias frowned, her expression stern. "Issei, you need to understand the gravity of this situation. Asia is in danger because of the fallen angels, but you can't just rush in without thinking. You have a responsibility as a Devil and a member of this peerage."
"But why can't you help me just because i am a weak pawn."
Akeno, standing beside Rias, added with a gentle yet firm tone, "Issei, you need to learn about your Evil Piece and your Sacred Gear. They are powerful tools, but without understanding and control, you're only putting yourself and others in more danger."
Issei clenched his fists, frustration and guilt evident in his eyes. Despite the lecture, he couldn't shake the need to act.
As Rias and Akeno left the room, Issei made up his mind. "I can't just sit here. I have to save Asia, even if I have to do it alone."
Kiba, who had been silently observing, stepped forward. "Issei, you're not going alone. We'll follow you. Koneko and I will help."
Koneko nodded, her usual stoic expression showing a hint of determination. "We won't let you face this by yourself."
As the trio left the clubroom, determined to rescue Asia, Rias and Akeno had already teleported to a different location.
They appeared under a large tree, where Mittelt, one of the fallen angels, was lounging on a branch, a smug smile on her face.
Mittelt's eyes narrowed as she noticed their arrival. "Well, well, if it isn't Rias Gremory and her faithful Queen. What brings you here?"
Rias's gaze was icy, her tone calm yet commanding. "We're here to end your schemes. You and your kind have caused enough harm."
Akeno's usual playful demeanor was replaced with a serious expression. "You've taken Asia, and you've endangered one of our own. We won't let you get away with it."
Mittelt chuckled, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, how noble of you. But do you really think you can stop us? Raynare's already in motion, and you're too late."
Rias stepped forward, her power radiating with intensity. "We'll see about that. Your games end here."
The tension between the two sides was palpable as they prepared for the inevitable clash.
Rias and Akeno were determined to put an end to the fallen angels' plans, while Mittelt's smug confidence hinted at the challenges that lay ahead. The battle for Asia's safety had begun, with the stakes higher than ever.
....
As he silently observed the activity unfolding in the Occult Research Club, he followed them while concealing his presence, tracking their movements to the abandoned church.
The moon hung high in the quiet night sky, casting a pale glow over the scene. From the shadows, he saw Rias and her peerage struggling against the overwhelming force of the fallen angels and the priest.
Issei, with a determined look, was carrying Asia, trying to protect her amidst the chaos. The tension in the air was palpable, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would need to intervene.
As he prepared to step in, his eyes caught the shimmer of a light spear forming in Dohnaseek's hand, ready to strike. Without hesitation, he harnessed his [Skill Creation] ability to conjure all the breathing techniques from 'Demon Slayer', a testament to his mastery of various combat arts.
Simultaneously, using his magic, he materialized the elegant and powerful 'Mikazuki Munechika' katana, its blade gleaming under the moonlight.
With his weapon in hand and techniques at the ready, he prepared to turn the tide of the battle.
He assumed a quick draw stance, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the incoming threat. With a swift, fluid motion, he unleashed.
'Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail'
wielding his giant sword to create a single, large crescent-shaped slash that diminished in size, spawning numerous crescent moon blades. The cascading blades clashed with the light spear, deflecting it effortlessly.
As the last blade dissipated, he turned to Akeno, his voice calm and composed, asking, "Am I too late?" His cool tone carried a mix of confidence and subtle concern.
As Akeno began to reply, he interrupted gently, stating, "I should take care of him first."
Without missing a beat, he assumed the quick draw stance once more. With precision and grace, he unleashed .
'Tenth Form: Drilling Slashes, Moon Through Bamboo Leaves,
His giant sword carved through the air, creating a long-range, triple-layered slash twister, each layer brimming with crescent moon blades. The attack was swift and decisive, cutting through Dohnaseek and severing his head cleanly.
The fallen angels erupted into a furious rant, their anger palpable as they prepared to retaliate. Meanwhile, Kiba couldn't help but express admiration for the display of exceptional swordsmanship, his praise evident in his voice.
As Kiba watched Raizel wield his katana with unmatched grace and precision, he couldn't contain his admiration. Turning to his team members, he began to praise Raizel's extraordinary swordsmanship.
"Look at the way he moves," Kiba said, his voice filled with awe. "His handling of that katana is flawless. Every strike is deliberate, every movement calculated. It's like the sword is an extension of his own body."
He continued, "I've seen many skilled swordsmen, but Raizel's technique is on another level. The way he deflected that light spear and then took down Dohnaseek with such ease... it's incredible. We could all learn something from him."
The team members nodded, sharing Kiba's admiration as they observed Raizel's mastery in action.
His skill with the katana left a lasting impression, earning their respect and reinforcing his reputation as a formidable swordsman.
Just as the fallen angels were about to launch their attack, Raizel's eyes glowed a vivid red, exuding an aura of overwhelming authority.
His voice, calm yet commanding, echoed through the battlefield. "Who gave you permission to move?" he asked, and with those words, their movements were instantly sealed, frozen in place.
As they began cursing and shouting in frustration, Raizel's voice cut through their protests. "I haven't given you permission to speak yet." His tone was cold, leaving no room for defiance. With a mere gesture, he activated his telekinesis, effortlessly lifting Mittelt, Kalawarner, but the priest name freed got away.
Despite their struggles, they were pulled together into a single position, their bodies bound by his unyielding power.
....