Okay, I'm not sure if I'm doing alright or not but I hope I am.
I don't know what to do first but I might do next. I'm just throwing random bullshit at this point.
I wonder if Guts is touched by Touma, will the brand on his neck disappear?
Or if Touma touches Subaru, will the curse be removed?
Anyway, I'm following this flow
Food wars>Jedi council>DxD Odin How to train your dragon>DxD and Ex girlfriend appear>Time skip>
This can still change. Also, you can already guess who the ex girlfriend is.
Let me give a hint, She's a liar.
Also, I don't know what generation or game of monster hunter visited the restaurant to get Those Cats.
Anyway, feel free to suggest.
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- Bang -
His body blurred, a sudden explosion of force. I saw it—the way the ground cracked beneath his feet as he propelled himself forward, the flicker of his tail slicing through the air like a guillotine aimed for my throat.
But speed alone wouldn't save him.
I twisted my body slightly, just enough to let the attack skim past me. The sharp wind from his tail lashed against my cheek, but I was already in motion. My hand lashed out, catching the tail mid-swing.
Meruem's body was a fortress but even fortresses had weaknesses. Using his momentum against him, I redirected his own force, twisting the appendage at an unnatural angle. A deep shockwave traveled up his spine as his balance faltered for the first time.
He reacted instantly. His knee shot forward, aiming for my ribs with devastating precision. I let go, spinning my body like a flowing current, avoiding the strike by a hair's breadth. My foot barely touched the ground before I lunged, my palm striking his ribs with a force that rippled through his entire frame.
The King staggered back. Just for an instant.
I saw it then—his shock. His disbelief.
Meruem was powerful, yes. His raw strength could crush mountains, his intelligence unparalleled. But power without control? That was meaningless.
His stance shifted. He wasn't playing around anymore.
His next attack came faster. Sharper. A flurry of strikes, his hands moving at blinding speed, fists reinforced with deadly precision. I weaved through them, my own movements fluid as water, never meeting his strength head-on—only redirecting, absorbing, countering.
A punch aimed at my temple. I raised a hand, parried the strike, and twisted my wrist. His own momentum sent his arm crashing into his own torso.
His tail lashed out from below. I hopped slightly, just enough to avoid the lethal swipe, and brought my heel down in a brutal axe kick against the tail's base.
Crack.
The impact sent Meruem skidding back.
But he didn't stop. He rushed forward, closing the distance before I could press my advantage. A burst of pure force erupted from his body, the very air trembling around him. He struck again—no, this time, he feinted.
I read it instantly. My feet barely shifted, but my body already knew where to move. His real attack came from the opposite side, a crushing blow meant to end the fight in one move.
I caught his wrist.
His eyes widened as I twisted it, stepping in with a palm strike to his exposed side. The impact sent shockwaves through his core, his body bending inward from the sheer force.
Then I struck again.
My fists and palms became a relentless storm, each strike landing with surgical precision. I targeted his joints, his pressure points, the spots where even a creature like him would feel pain. My movements never stopped flowing—one attack led into another, never allowing him a moment to recover.
Meruem tried to counter, but every move he made was met with perfect deflection, his attacks turned back against him.
And then I saw it—the first crack in his confidence.
A flicker of hesitation in his eyes. A realization.
He couldn't win.
I surged forward, my final strike aimed directly at his chest. My palm connected.
The earth split apart. The sheer force of the impact sent Meruem hurtling backward like a meteor, crashing through stone and rubble, his body buried beneath the wreckage.
Silence.
I straightened my posture, exhaling slowly. My stance remained firm.
The King rose from the rubble, his body battered but not broken. Dust and debris crumbled from his frame as he clenched his fists, his breathing steady but heavier than before. He charged without hesitation, his speed still immense, his strength still overwhelming. But this time, I could feel something else beneath his movements—something different.
Desperation.
For the first time since this fight began, I saw it in his eyes. Not just resolve, not just instinct.
Fear.
He wanted to win. No—he needed to win.
I stepped back. Not out of hesitation. Not because I was afraid. But because I understood.
He stopped mid-attack, his expression twisting in surprise.
"Why?" he demanded.
"Why did you stop?"
I exhaled slowly, rubbing my chin as I studied him.
"You don't want to die," I said plainly.
"There's someone important to you, isn't there?"
His body tensed.
I narrowed my gaze.
"A human girl."
It was slight, barely a flicker—but I saw it. His hesitation. His faltering resolve.
I sighed.
"I have to kill you. You know that. But I'm willing to give you a chance." My voice was firm, unwavering.
"Surrender. Abandon this plan. If you do that, I won't have to end your life."
Silence hung between us.
Then he moved.
Fast. Direct. A final attack, his voice ringing through the battlefield.
"It doesn't matter."
I sighed again.
We clashed again, our bodies blurring through the battlefield, fists meeting with earth-shattering force. The King was relentless, his strikes fueled by something deeper than instinct now. His fear, his desperation—it made him faster, stronger, more unpredictable.
His fist came at my ribs like a cannon shot. I twisted at the last second, his knuckles grazing my side as I brought my elbow down onto his forearm. A shockwave rang out as his body staggered, but he recovered instantly, spinning into a tail strike aimed for my throat.
I ducked. My foot slid forward, and I drove my palm into his gut.
The impact folded him in half, sending him skidding back. But he didn't stop. He roared, lunging forward once more, his eyes burning with defiance. His tail whipped low, carving deep trenches into the ruined ground, forcing me back just as he closed the gap.
A flurry of strikes. Fast. Wild. Desperate.
I parried each one, redirecting his power with minimal effort. My hands moved in a blur—blocking, slipping, striking back with precise, measured force.
His breath grew ragged. His movements lost their sharpness.
He was wearing down.
I exhaled. It was time.
The moment he stepped in for another attack, I shifted. My hands became a flowing current, redirecting his momentum before twisting into a single, decisive strike.
A palm to his chest.
His body froze. The force of my strike surged through him like a tidal wave, crushing his core from the inside out. The air trembled. His eyes widened.
Then—silence.
The King staggered, his strength fading. His body swayed. His lips parted as if to speak.
But there were no words left.
He fell.
The battle was over.
I gave a silent prayer. If we weren't enemies, I would love him to be my student.
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- Zyon -
Today, Hayato had brought their new student named Kenichi Shirahama with Miu. The other master from Ryozanpaku was there as well. As I handed the cheese and cracker to Tochumaru, the little mouse eagerly nibbled on it while perched on Shigure's shoulder. She gave me a small nod of appreciation, her usual quiet demeanor unchanged.
"Zyon-san, you're always spoiling him." she said in her usual monotone.
I chuckled.
"What can I say? He's got good taste."
Miu and Kenichi took their seats while I leaned against the counter, giving them a teasing grin.
"So, Miu, you finally brought your boyfriend here, huh?"
Miu's face turned bright red.
"H-He's not my boyfriend!"
Kenichi, looking equally flustered, waved his hands defensively.
"We're just friends! That's all!"
I smirked.
"Sure, sure. I believe you."
Hayato gave a hearty laugh as he sat down.
"Hohoho! It's nice to see young love bloom, isn't it?"
Miu groaned, burying her face in her hands, while Kenichi looked like he wanted to disappear. The other masters chuckled at the scene.
I turned my attention to Akisame, who was calmly sipping his tea.
"So, how's training this poor kid going?"
Akisame gave a small smile.
"Oh, he's improving, but his body still lacks refinement. A true martial artist must be sculpted like a work of art, after all."
Kenichi groaned.
"Every time he says that, I end up in some insane training routine."
I laughed, patting Kenichi's shoulder.
"That's what happens when you train with monsters, my friend."
Sakaki smirked and took a sip of his sake.
"Kid's got potential, though. He's still a weakling, but at least he doesn't run away as often as before."
Kensei Ma giggled mischievously.
"He still screams a lot, though."
Kenichi slumped in his seat.
"You guys don't have to remind me…"
I grinned, placing their food orders down.
"Well, consider this a reward for surviving."
As they started eating, Shigure spoke up softly.
"Zyon… you should spar with Kenichi."
Kenichi nearly choked on his food.
"Wait, what?! No way! I'm not fighting a monster like him!"
I laughed.
"Relax, I'd go easy on you… probably."
Hayato stroked his beard.
"Hmm, that could be interesting. What do you think, Kenichi?"
Kenichi looked at me, then at the masters, then back at his food.
"I think I'll focus on eating."
The masters burst into laughter, and I couldn't help but grin.
"Smart choice, Kenichi. Smart choice."
Then the door bell rang and Netero, Bomb, Bang, and Kamikaze arrived and came with few additional people who introduced themselves as Morel Mackernasey, Knov, Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck, Knuckle Bine, Shoot McMahon and Palm Siberia.
I welcome them and set a table for them as the new faces were looking around the place.
As the dishes sizzled in the kitchen, the lively chatter from the dining area filled the restaurant.
The restaurant buzzed with energy as the new guests settled in, their curious gazes taking in the surroundings.
Some of them, particularly Morel and Knuckle, were already at ease, while others, like Knov and Palm, observed with cautious curiosity.
Morel grinning as he glanced at Sakaki.
"This place's got a nice atmosphere. Didn't think I'd be drinking somewhere that connects different worlds."
Sakaki took a swig from his sake bottle and smirked.
"Yeah, it's wild, huh? This ain't your regular bar, that's for sure."
Knuckle laughed.
"Man, this is insane! A restaurant that exists between worlds? How come we never heard of this before?"
Killua shrugged.
"Probably because it doesn't normally exist."
I chuckled as I walked past with a tray of drinks.
"Yeah, it's not exactly something you stumble upon. You either get invited or you're lucky enough to end up here."
Palm, who had been quiet, suddenly leaned forward, her intense gaze fixed on me.
"So, you're a devil? What exactly does that mean?"
I set down a plate in front of her and smiled.
"It means I'm a being from the Underworld. But don't worry, I'm not the type to make shady contracts—unless it's about food."
Gon, ever the ball of enthusiasm, leaned forward with a sparkle in his eyes.
"That's so cool! So, can you do magic? Turn in frogs? What else can you do?"
Hayato chuckled as he took a sip of his drink.
"Hohoho, you'll find Zyon to be quite extraordinary, young one."
Knov adjusted his glasses.
"A neutral place that connects different worlds… If this is real, the implications are massive."
I waved a hand dismissively.
"Relax. This place is for food, drink, and good company. No politics, no fights—just a place where people can enjoy themselves."
Bang, sitting beside Bomb, nodded in approval.
As the drinks flowed, the atmosphere grew livelier. Morel and Sakaki were exchanging stories about their toughest battles, their voices getting louder with each round.
Knuckle and Akisame had somehow started an arm-wrestling contest, with the Ryozanpaku masters placing bets. Killua and Gon were busy chatting while they were joined by Palm, while Netero laughed heartily at something Hayato had said.
Hancock and Kie worked alongside me, making sure everyone's drinks stayed full and their plates never empty.
The air was thick with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional roar of excitement from whatever challenge had just been issued between the rowdier guests.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the scene unfold. This was exactly the kind of atmosphere I wanted—good food, good drinks, and good company.
Then the door rang and Yasaka arrived with Naruto and Kunou accompanied by Claire. The latter had been sent by my mother to keep close and act as bodyguard in my restaurant as she grown significantly enough to fight High class devil.
An entire month or so when my mother took the Claymore and adjusting to their new life. As Yasaka, Naruto, Kunou, and Claire stepped inside, I welcomed them with a warm smile.
"Hey, it's been a while, Naruto. How's life treating you?"
Naruto grinned widely, his usual energy radiating off him.
"It's been awesome! Yasaka-ttebayo takes real good care of me, and Kunou's fun to be around! Oh, and the food? Way better than anything I had back home!"
Kunou huffed, crossing her arms.
"Of course, my mother's cooking is the best! Not much compared to Nii-san but still! you still eat way too much, Naruto."
I chuckled as I ruffled Naruto's hair.
"Glad to hear you're settling in. But don't forget, you've still got a spot here whenever you want."
Naruto's eyes lit up.
"Really? That's great! I love coming here, it feels… I don't know, like a home away from home."
Kunou tugged on my sleeve, looking up at me with a determined expression.
"You better not spoil him too much, Nii-san! He already gets plenty of attention from my mom."
Yasaka laughed softly, patting Kunou's head.
"Now, now, Kunou, Naruto is family too. And you know Zyon loves to take care of everyone."
Claire, standing quietly at the side, finally spoke up.
"There's a lot of people today?"
I smirked.
"Yeah, we're currently having celebrations with Netero-san. By the way, thanks for coming."
She shook her head.
"I don't mind. Besides, I owe you a lot."
I smiled and nodded.
Naruto's stomach growled at the mention of food, and I laughed.
"Alright, alright, let's get you all something to eat. Naruto, Kunou, what do you want?"
Naruto's face lit up.
"Ramen, of course!"
Kunou huffed.
"You always pick ramen! I want grilled fish and rice."
I shook my head with a chuckle.
"Coming right up."
As I went to prepare their meals, Naruto and Kunou started bickering playfully, while Yasaka and Claire watched on with amused smiles. The warmth of the moment filled the restaurant, making it feel even more like the home Naruto had come to love.
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- Zyon -
As per usual, the day slowed down after the feast the other day. The people at the restaurant were Hancock, Kie, Claire who was acting as guard, and me. There weren't any customers today.
This changed when the doorbell rang and I saw familiar faces.
"Lord Sirzech! Lady Serafall! Grayfia-san" I said, welcoming them.
"Hey! It's Sera-tan! Have you forgotten, Zyo-tan!" Serafall said with her usual playful demeanor. I chuckled and shook my head.
I playfully answered as I welcomed them and set them up on a table.
"So, how has Ria-tan been doing?" Sirzechs asked.
"A lot better than before. She often visits but she's clearly occupied by her time as a student and work as a Devil."
I set down a plate of assorted appetizers, including cheese-stuffed mushrooms and crispy fried calamari, as Sirzechs leaned back in his chair with a warm smile.
"I'm glad to hear Rias is doing well."
Serafall pouted.
"Aww, but what about my So-tan? You didn't mention her!" She leaned forward dramatically.
"She's my precious little sister! You have to tell me she's doing okay too!"
I chuckled.
"Sona's fine, Serafall. She's been busy with student council work as usual."
Serafall let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
"Phew! That's a load off my magical shoulders." Then, her expression turned mischievous.
"But what about you, Zyo-tan? You're quite the lady's man, aren't you? Rias, Seekvaira, Yasaka… oh! And what about my adorable So-tan? You haven't been making any moves on her, have you?"
I raised my hands in mock defense.
"Hey, I respect Sona. I'm not the type to force anything."
Sirzechs laughed.
"Serafall, I think you're getting ahead of yourself. Though I have to admit, Zyon does seem to attract quite the crowd."
Grayfia, who had been quietly observing, spoke up.
"That is because he is strong, reliable, and caring. Qualities that draw people to him naturally."
Serafall grinned.
"Ooooh, so Grayfia-chan approves of Zyo-tan, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.
Grayfia sighed but didn't deny it, making Sirzechs chuckle.
Serafall suddenly chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"So, your restaurant is connected to another world? That's so magical!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. I nodded and gestured toward Hancock, adding.
"She's from the world of One Piece."
Hancock crossed her arms, her expression turning haughty.
"I must say, I find the idea of another version of myself... distasteful. That is not me," she declared with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Serafall, however, was undeterred. Her excitement only grew as she leaned in closer to Hancock, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
"You should totally become a magical girl like me! We could be partners! Just imagine—Magical Girl Hancock! Doesn't that sound amazing?"
Hancock blinked, clearly baffled by the suggestion.
"What... are you even talking about?"
I quickly stepped in, holding up a hand to stop Serafall's rambling.
"Hancock, just ignore her. She gets carried away sometimes."
Serafall pouted, puffing out her cheeks.
"Meanie! You're no fun at all," she whined, pointing an accusatory finger at me.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her antics before turning my attention back to the matter at hand.
"Alright, let's focus. What can I get for you two?"
Sirzechs smiled as he placed his order first.
"I'll have a well-done steak with mashed potatoes and red wine."
Grayfia followed with a polite nod.
"I would like a salmon dish, preferably grilled, with a side of buttered vegetables."
Serafall clapped her hands excitedly.
"Ooooh! I want something sweet! Maybe a parfait? Or cake! No, no, both! And a cute magical girl-themed drink!"
I smirked.
"You just want sugar."
Serafall grinned.
"Of course! Sugar is magical energy!"
I shook my head, amused, and turned to Hancock.
"Mind helping out in the kitchen?"
Hancock flipped her hair and gave a confident nod.
"Of course, but I still don't understand what she meant about becoming a 'magical girl.'"
"Like I said, just ignore, she's just eccentric, that's all."
Serafall gasped dramatically.
"Zyo-tan! How dare you call Levi-tan crazy?!"
I chuckled.
"I never said that."
"You implied it!" she huffed, puffing her cheeks.
Sirzechs laughed.
"Serafall, let him cook."
Serafall pouted but relented.
"Fine~ But I'm expecting the cutest dessert ever!"
I nodded, heading to the kitchen with Hancock, ready to prepare their meals.
As I worked in the kitchen, slicing fresh ingredients and heating up the grill, Hancock stood beside me, skillfully preparing the side dishes while Kie handled the plating. The scent of sizzling steak and grilled salmon filled the air, blending with the sweetness of Serafall's parfait base.
I glanced at Hancock, watching as she moved with elegant precision.
"You know, seeing you work is kind of mesmerizing."
Hancock paused for a moment, her usual haughty expression softening.
"Of course it is. Every action I take is graceful and beautiful."
I smirked, stepping closer.
"That, I won't deny. But it's also really attractive."
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye before flicking her hair dramatically.
"Naturally. A woman of my caliber is always captivating."
Kie, who had been focused on placing the buttered vegetables neatly onto the plates, let out a small huff.
"Flirting while cooking? You really don't stop, do you?"
I turned my attention to her, leaning slightly against the counter.
"What can I say? Good food and good company bring out the best in me."
Kie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips.
"At least focus long enough to finish the meals."
I chuckled.
"Yes, ma'am."