Sorry because I'll slow down the release because I am currently trying to figure something out and acquire more ideas to use.
Anyway, I was considering adding Overwatch, Street fighter and How To Train Your Dragon in the future.
Also, I'm sorry if I can't always give the characters proper story or screen time since I'm still trying to think of ways for it.
If you have suggestions then feel free to tell.
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My Balance Breaker faded, leaving the thorned crown dissolving into golden motes, and I let out a breath. I stepped lightly onto the roof of a nearby building, taking a seat with my legs crossed. The energy in the air shifted as the first wave of Awakened Beings made their entrance. Three of them, all radiating power that placed them somewhere between peak low-class devils to mid-class devils.
I could tell they weren't the strongest forces sent here. These were scouts—shock troops meant to test the waters.
I kept my gaze on the battlefield below as the Claymores engaged the first of the Awakened Beings. Their newfound weapons were working wonders, slicing through the enemy with precision and power they hadn't possessed before. I could sense the shift in morale; they fought with a confidence that was previously absent.
However, the other two Awakened Beings were less interested in joining the fight below. Instead, they turned their attention to me, sensing something about me that piqued their predatory instincts.
"Who are you?" one of them hissed, its grotesque form shifting as it prepared to attack.
I leaned back slightly, resting an elbow on my knee.
"If you're looking to die in the most humiliating way possible, then by all means, keep coming closer."
They exchanged a glance, clearly insulted by my nonchalant tone. Without hesitation, they transformed fully, grotesque shapes rippling with power as they lunged toward me.
I sighed, barely lifting a hand. With a simple flick of my wrist, the air around them seemed to distort, and in the next instant, their bodies fell to pieces, diced into fine chunks. Their remains scattered in the breeze, leaving only the faint echo of their movements.
"Thanks for the technique, Atomic Samurai," I murmured to myself, brushing imaginary dust from my hands.
Below, the battle continued, but I could already see the tide shifting. The Claymores fought with efficiency and power, their new weapons cutting through the remaining Awakened Being like a hot knife through butter. Although there were some minor injuries among them, none of them fell.
The clash began as the Awakened Being stepped forward, its grotesque form towering over the Claymores. Its many eyes blinked independently, its elongated arms stretching unnaturally, tipped with claws that glimmered like razors. The air was thick with tension as Miria shouted commands to the group, her voice steady and commanding.
"Form into pairs! Don't give it a chance to pick us off one by one!" she ordered, her silver eyes blazing with determination.
Helen grinned, twirling her sword. "About time we had some action! Let's see what these fancy weapons can do!" She charged forward recklessly, her new blade glowing faintly as it seemed to hum with latent power.
"Idiot, don't rush in alone!" Deneve called out, rushing after her.
The Awakened Being screeched, the sound echoing like nails on metal, and swung one of its massive arms toward Helen. She ducked just in time, her enhanced reflexes allowing her to avoid the blow. She countered with a slash, her blade cutting cleanly through the creature's arm as if slicing through paper.
The Awakened Being howled in pain, black blood spurting from the severed limb.
"It works!" Helen shouted, laughing.
"These weapons are insane!"
"Focus!" Miria snapped, her voice sharp as she activated her signature Phantom Technique, her body blurring into an afterimage as she flanked the creature from the left. She struck its torso, her blade piercing its thick hide with ease, leaving a deep gash that leaked more of the dark blood.
Jean, standing further back, gripped her sword tightly, her expression tense. She closed her eyes for a moment before launching herself forward with a determined cry, her weapon glowing brighter as she focused her Yoki into it. The Awakened Being saw her coming and lashed out with its remaining arm, but Jean twisted her body midair, avoiding the strike and driving her blade into the creature's chest.
It screamed, thrashing wildly, its movements growing more erratic as its body began to crumble under the relentless assault.
Deneve and Clare joined the fray, their coordinated attacks aimed at the creature's legs to keep it from moving. Clare's blade, enhanced by her newfound power, cleaved through muscle and bone with precision.
The Awakened Being fell to its knees, its strength fading rapidly as the Claymores surrounded it.
Miria stepped forward, her eyes cold and resolute.
"Finish it."
With a final, synchronized strike, the Claymores plunged their swords into the creature's body, silencing its screams. Its twisted form collapsed to the ground, dissolving into ash as its life force dissipated.
Breathing heavily, the group regrouped, some of them clutching minor wounds but otherwise unharmed.
Helen wiped her blade on the ground, grinning.
"That was almost too easy. These weapons are a game-changer."
Deneve frowned, her expression cautious.
"Don't get overconfident. That was just one of them. There's more to come."
Miria glanced up at me, still perched on the roof. Her eyes met mine briefly, a silent acknowledgment of my contribution.
I nodded in satisfaction.
"Looks like they've got it handled for now," I said quietly, watching as the last of the Awakened Being collapsed, defeated.
Miria raised her blade, signaling the group to regroup. From my perch, I could see the weariness in their movements, but also a flicker of hope—something they hadn't had in a long time.
This was only the beginning.
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Everyone was recovering, their breathing heavy as they sat or leaned against the rubble-strewn ground. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared themselves for what was still to come.
I descended from my spot, walking over to the injured Claymores. My Sacred Gear began to glow faintly as I channeled its healing properties. A warm, golden light enveloped my hands as I touched those with deeper wounds. Gashes began to knit themselves together, bruises faded, and their breathing steadied as their pain dissipated.
Helen, ever the loud one, was the first to speak.
"Man, that feels weird, but in a good way. You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
I smirked.
"I try."
Deneve, usually stoic, nodded her thanks.
"Your power is unlike anything we've ever seen. It feels... alive, almost."
"It's not just power," I replied.
"I just like helping others. You're my allies now, and I don't let my allies fall easily."
Miria observed quietly, her sharp eyes assessing everything.
"You've given us an edge, but we can't afford to rely on you completely. This fight is ours as much as yours."
I nodded in agreement.
"I don't plan to carry you through this. I'll intervene if necessary, but I need to see how far you can go on your own."
Jean stepped forward, her expression serious.
"We've seen enough today to know you're not just words. But tell me, why are you helping us? You didn't have to."
I shrugged lightly.
"I just like helping others. If I have the power to ease someone's burden, why wouldn't I use it? That's just who I am."
Jean looked at me for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
As the Claymores recovered, one of them, Helen, couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked.
"Where exactly do you come from? Are you from hell or something?"
I chuckled lightly.
"Not exactly. The hell you're imagining and the one in my world are entirely different. In my world, Hell is part of a greater realm called the Underworld. It's where devils like me reside, but it's not a fiery wasteland of torment. The Underworld is just another world, like your own, with cities, towns, and people living their lives. It's no different than the human world, just… darker in aesthetic, I suppose."
They looked intrigued, exchanging glances. "Another world?" Deneve asked.
"Yes, my world is vastly different from yours. Let me explain."
I went on to share the lore of my world.
"There are three main factions: Heaven, led by God and his angels; the Underworld, ruled by the devil families; and the Fallen Angels, who are neither angels nor devils, but something in between. Long ago, there was a great war between these factions. It nearly destroyed all three of them, leading to a fragile truce."
They listened intently as I continued.
"In my world, there are gods, just as there are here, though ours are very active. God resides in Heaven, guiding the angels and protecting humanity. There are also other pantheons—Greek, Norse, Hindu, and more. These gods are powerful beings who live in their own realms, but they sometimes interfere in the mortal world. What's unique is that even mortals have the potential to ascend and become gods, though only under very specific circumstances."
Helen leaned forward, her curiosity growing.
"So, your gods are real, and people can become gods? That's insane."
I nodded.
"It is, but it's the reality of my world."
Miria crossed her arms.
"And that golden crown you used earlier—what was that?"
I gestured to my head, where the Balance Breaker had once manifested.
"That's part of a gift humanity was given by God himself. It's called a Sacred Gear. They're special tools or abilities implanted in humans at birth, meant to help them defend themselves from the dangers of the world. Some Sacred Gears are simple, like healing or minor enhancements. But others, called Longinus, are so powerful they can even kill gods. My Sacred Gear, the Crown of Eternal Miracles, is one of those Longinus."
The group was stunned silent for a moment.
"So... you're saying mortals can wield weapons capable of killing gods?" Jean asked, incredulous.
"Yes," I replied.
"Humanity has always been God's favored creation, and Sacred Gears are his way of ensuring humans can stand against even the most powerful beings."
Helen whistled, clearly impressed.
"Your world sounds… ridiculous. Gods, devils, humans with god-killing weapons. No wonder you're so strong."
I smiled.
"It's a dangerous world, but it's home."
The calm was short-lived as the distant rumble of footsteps echoed through the snowy landscape. The ground trembled slightly, and soon, grotesque figures emerged from the horizon—Awakened Beings. There were more of them than expected, their monstrous forms towering over the Claymores, with their twisted bodies and malicious grins exuding an unsettling aura of power.
I stepped forward, my senses honed. Among the horde, one presence stood out—far more powerful than the others. This one wasn't just a mere Awakened Being; it felt like an Abyssal One. I turned to Miria, who had already taken her position.
"There's one among them that's too powerful for any of you to handle," I said, my tone firm but calm.
"Focus on the rest. I'll take care of their leader."
Miria nodded, trusting my judgment. "Everyone, form up!" she shouted to the Claymores.
"Focus on your opponents and trust in the weapons he gave you! We can win this!"
The Claymores spread out, taking their stances. Helen smirked, holding her enhanced blade tightly.
"Finally, some action!" she said, charging headfirst into the fray.
The battle erupted as the Awakened Beings roared and surged forward, their grotesque forms twisting and bending unnaturally as they lashed out. The Claymores fought back with ferocity, their enhanced swords cutting through the monsters' flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Helen faced off against a hulking Awakened Being with a body resembling a massive centipede. It screeched and lunged at her, but she leapt high into the air, spinning her blade with deadly precision. She severed its head in a single blow, landing gracefully as its corpse collapsed.
Deneve and Jean worked together, covering each other's blind spots. Jean's drill sword technique tore through the armored hide of a serpent-like Awakened Being, while Deneve's precise strikes kept its flailing limbs at bay.
Miria used her Phantom Mirage technique, her movements so fast she appeared in multiple places at once, confusing her opponent. The Awakened Being she fought—a spider-like creature with razor-sharp legs—slashed at illusions, only to find its torso cleaved in two when Miria struck with her enhanced blade.
The Claymores clashed with the awakened beings in a ferocious battle. Deneve and Helen fought back-to-back, their new weapons gleaming as they tore through the grotesque monsters.
Helen, her usual cocky grin spread across her face, twirled her enhanced sword with ease.
"This is insane! I've never felt this strong!" She slashed through the arm of a towering awakened being, her blade cutting through its flesh like butter.
Deneve, more composed, parried the claws of another enemy.
"Focus, Helen. These weapons are powerful, but we can't afford to get careless!" She countered with a powerful strike, severing the creature's head.
Meanwhile, Miria darted across the battlefield with her signature Phantom Step, her movements a blur. She targeted weak points with surgical precision, each strike sending an awakened being crumbling to the ground. Jean fought fiercely beside her, her relentless thrusts piercing through the enemies' hardened hides.
Farther away, I approached their leader. He was unlike the others—a young man with dark hair and a lean build. He looked almost human, but his aura was undeniably monstrous. His glowing yellow eyes locked onto me as I stepped forward, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"And who might you be?" he asked, his voice laced with arrogance.
I didn't answer. Talking to someone like him was a waste of time. Instead, I vanished from my spot, closing the distance in an instant. Before he could even react, I appeared behind him, my sword drawn.
"What—"
His words were cut off as his body crumbled into pieces, diced into chunks of flesh by my attack. The area around us fell silent as the lifeless remains of the leader hit the ground.
I wiped my blade clean and turned back toward the battlefield.
The Claymores were finishing off the last of the awakened beings. Miria stood at the center, her blade dripping with blood, as she surveyed the area.
The battlefield was littered with the corpses of awakened beings, but, miraculously, not a single Claymore had fallen. Minor injuries were scattered among them, but their spirits were high—this was a victory they never thought possible.
I reappeared beside them, my presence immediately calming their tension. Miria turned to me, her expression a mix of exhaustion and gratitude.
"It's done."
I nodded.
"Good work. But don't get comfortable just yet. This was only the beginning."
The Claymores exchanged glances, their confidence renewed by the victory but wary of what lay ahead.
Once their battle was done, I led the Claymores to my restaurant, the atmosphere light with the thrill of victory.
The long, hard-fought battle had taken its toll, but I could sense the camaraderie that had grown between them.
It wasn't just the weapons they had received, but the way they fought as a cohesive unit, trusting each other. A victory like this deserved a celebration, and I intended to provide one that would be worthy of their effort.
"Stay here for a while," I said as we stepped inside, the familiar warmth of the restaurant greeting us.
"I'll make you a feast. You can relax while I get everything ready."
Their eyes, full of curiosity and lingering exhaustion, roamed the room. The sight of a human establishment was unlike anything they'd seen before, the wooden beams, warm lighting, and rich aromas inviting them to unwind for the first time in what felt like forever.
I disappeared into the kitchen, my mind already at work. Time slowed as I set to work. With a flick of my wrist, a clone of myself appeared beside me, ready to assist with the tasks at hand.
The clone mimicked my movements, helping with the preparation of ingredients—veggies chopped, meat seared, and sauces simmered.
As the clone worked tirelessly, I manipulated time around the pots and pans, the flow of seconds stretching and compressing like an elastic band. The ingredients themselves seemed to cook faster as if the space around me bent to my will.
I worked efficiently, my hands flying through the motions.
A sizzling sound filled the air as I dropped thinly sliced beef into a hot pan, the scent of garlic and herbs rising in the steam. A pressure cooker bubbled gently in the corner, tenderizing chicken thighs that would soon be drizzled in a rich, smoky sauce.
My focus was sharp, and the meal began to take shape quickly, thanks to the manipulation of time. Dishes I would usually take hours to prepare were done in minutes, each one tasting as though it had been slow-cooked to perfection.
I set the table, placing plates in front of the Claymores. Their curiosity was evident, especially as the aromas filled the air. I placed a platter of perfectly roasted vegetables, golden and caramelized on the edges, beside a bowl of hearty stew.
Another dish was a medley of seafood, tender and fragrant with hints of citrus and spice. The centerpiece was a massive roast, its juices dripping onto the cutting board as I sliced it. Each slice was perfectly pink, tender to the touch, and dripping with flavor.
I glanced over my shoulder to see the Claymores, their eyes wide and their mouths watering. They had never seen a feast like this, and it was clear from their expressions that they were in awe of what they were about to enjoy.
I sat down at the table with them, smiling faintly as I waved for them to begin.
"Go ahead," I said.
"This is a celebration. Enjoy yourselves."
The Claymores, still amazed by the feast, dug in eagerly, clearly enjoying every bite. Their curiosity was piqued by the unfamiliar flavors, but they seemed content to indulge, grateful for the unexpected reward. I simply enjoyed watching them appreciate the food, a quiet satisfaction settling over me.
As we ate, I called for my mother, letting her know about the Claymores and my plans for them. She was surprised by the news but quickly made her way over, curious to meet the warriors I'd been aiding.
The Claymores looked at the feast laid out before them, their eyes wide in disbelief. The food was beyond anything they'd ever seen, a mix of familiar and unfamiliar dishes, all expertly prepared and arranged.
"Is this... really for us?" Miria asked, her tone a mix of awe and hesitation.
I nodded, grinning.
"Yes. After what you've done today, you all earn this."
Helen, always the first to dive into anything, wasted no time.
"This looks amazing! I didn't think you could top the weapons, but this... this is something else!" She grabbed a fork and took a huge bite, her face lighting up.
"Oh, this is soooo good!"
Deneve raised an eyebrow, hesitant at first, but soon followed suit. She tasted the food, and her expression softened in surprise.
"This... this is incredible. I never imagined I'd be eating like this."
Jean sat back for a moment, clearly taken aback by the kindness and the quality of the meal.
"You've got a talent for more than just fighting," she commented with a smile.
"This is a reward like no other."
I leaned back, sipping my drink, watching them enjoy the meal.
"It's nothing really, I'm just happy to see my customers enjoy their meal."