The sharp pain in his abdomen was the first thing Issei Hyoudou's mind registered upon waking.
A stifled gasp escaped his lips as his eyes snapped open, frantically scanning the familiar ceiling of his own room.
Memories of the previous night hit him like a freight train. He had been ambushed again. A terrifying man in a trench coat and hat, Dohnaseek, had hurled a spear of light straight into his stomach, impaling him on the asphalt. Issei remembered the chill of death brushing against his skin for the second time in less than a week, until a crimson flash illuminated the street and Rias Gremory's figure appeared to save him.
"You're awake, Ise," a soft, melodious voice said beside him.
Issei turned his head heavily. And then, his teenage brain suffered a monumental short circuit.
There, sharing his bedsheets and smiling at him with overwhelming warmth, was Rias Gremory, the most beautiful and unattainable girl in Kuoh Academy. And she was completely naked. Her pale skin contrasted with her long crimson hair, and the red magic seals that still glowed faintly in the air indicated that she had just finished healing her mortal wounds.
"BB-Buchou!" Issei stammered, his face burning a red deeper than the demon's hair, torn between the panic of almost dying and the bliss of having his idol's breasts brushing against his arm.
...
A few hours later, having survived his morning heart attack and attended classes in a trance-like state, Issei sat on one of the luxurious sofas in the Occult Research Club.
The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the old wooden building. Akeno Himejima, with her usual enigmatic smile, poured him a steaming cup of tea. Leaning against the wall was Yuuto Kiba, the academy's "prince," smiling amiably. And on another sofa, silently eating a sweet treat, sat the petite and stoic Koneko Toujou.
Rias Gremory, seated behind her imposing desk, clasped her fingers together and adopted a serious but patient expression. It was time to raise the curtain on the real world.
"As I told you this morning, Ise, you are no longer human," Rias began, her voice resonating with authority in the room. "You are a demon. My servant." I reincarnated you using my Evil Pieces; specifically, you consumed all eight of my Pawn pieces.
For the next hour, Rias bombarded Issei's mundane mind with the stark reality of the canon. She explained the millennia-old War of the Three Factions: the Angels who served God, the Fallen Angels who had been banished for their sins, and the Demons, the lords of the Underworld. She told him about the chess-based nobility system, the territories in the human world, and the constant tension that ruled Kuoh City.
"The Fallen Angels who attacked you—first Raynare and last night Dohnaseek—are after you for a very specific reason, Ise," Rias continued, pointing to the boy's left arm. "You have a Sacred Gear. An artifact bestowed by God upon humans. And yours, though it hasn't fully awakened yet, emits such a dangerous energy signature that the Grigori decided to eliminate you before you could use it."
"A Sacred Gear?" Issei stared at his left arm in disbelief. "Me? I have a cool hidden power?
" Kiba chuckled. "That's right, Issei-kun. Everyone here has their own abilities, but your Sacred Gear is what put you in their sights.
" "Try summoning it, Ise," Rias instructed gently. "Close your eyes. Focus on your strongest part, your deepest desire, and imagine that power taking physical form within your body."
Issei nodded vigorously. This was his chance! He was going to summon a legendary weapon, defeat the bad guys, and get his own harem! He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, tensed every muscle in his body, frowned, and let out a yell of exertion worthy of a shonen manga protagonist.
"UUUOOOOOOOHHH!!" Issei screamed, sweating profusely.
Phew.
A tiny, almost pathetic reddish flash blinked on the back of his left hand for a millisecond, then vanished without a trace.
Issei opened one eye, gasping. He stared at his empty hand. Then he looked at Rias, who gave him a perfunctory smile, clearly trying not to look disappointed. Koneko, from her sofa, simply muttered, "Pathetic."
Embarrassment washed over Issei, but as he stared at his empty hand, something clicked in his memory. A memory repressed by the trauma of his first death began to resurface.
He hadn't summoned anything. His power was weak. But he had seen what real power was.
He remembered the cold asphalt of the park. He remembered the blood gushing from his stomach after Raynare's first spear. And, through the haze of his agony, he remembered the figure of the academy's strictest teacher appearing out of nowhere. He remembered Hano-sensei taking a fatal blow while protecting another student.
But the most vivid thing in Issei's mind was the light. A blinding green light. And then, the sound of shattering glass. A colossal monster, over two meters tall, made of razor-sharp diamonds, shattered the barrier and pulverized the Fallen Angel like an insect.
Issei began to tremble. The sweat on his forehead was no longer from magical exertion, but from pure, abysmal terror.
"B-Buchou..." Issei stammered, looking up at Rias. His voice was barely a raspy whisper. "There's... there's a monster in our school."
The relaxed atmosphere of the club evaporated instantly. Akeno stopped pouring tea. Kiba instinctively reached for the hilt of his wooden sword. Rias leaned forward, narrowing her eyes.
"What are you talking about, Ise? Our academy is protected by barriers jointly with the Sitri Clan. No monster could get in without us detecting it.
" "No, you don't understand!" Issei jumped to his feet, clutching his head. "He saw me die!" When Yuuma... when Raynare stabbed me the first time in the park. Hano-sensei was there. The history teacher!
"Hano-sensei?" Akeno blinked, puzzled. The image of the dull, stoic teacher grading exams didn't match the boy's panic. "Ara, ara. Ise-kun, Hano-sensei is a normal human. We check the files of all the teaching staff."
"HE'S NOT HUMAN!" Issei shouted, hysteria breaking through his voice. "I saw him! Raynare almost killed him, and then he... touched a strange watch on his arm, and there was a huge green light. He transformed! He became a giant crystal monster. A diamond golem. He almost killed the Fallen Angel with one blow! He looked at me... he looked at me as I bled out with those cold eyes, and left me there to die."
The silence in the Occult Research Club became sepulchral.
Rias Gremory closed her eyes, and her brilliant analytical mind began connecting the dots at breakneck speed. The pieces fell into place with terrifying logic. Issei's class president had mysteriously woken up safe and sound at home the night of the incident. The family's report of inexplicable damage in the central park, damage that appeared to have been caused by blunt weapons rather than magic.
If what Issei said was true, it meant that an entity of immense and destructive power, a predator capable of repelling a Grigori squad, walked the halls of their school, taught them classes every day, and was completely undetectable by demonic magic.
The Gremory clan princess opened her eyes. A flicker of genuine concern crossed her gaze.
"Kiba, Koneko. Keep your senses on high alert at all times within the school grounds," Rias ordered, her tone losing any trace of informality. "Akeno, prepare a soundproof seal for this room." We need to contact Sona urgently. If Hano-sensei is who Ise says... we're facing a critical anomaly.
...
While the demons panicked behind closed doors, the "critical-grade monster" in question was in the teachers' lounge, trying to survive his own biology.
Yugo Hano brought a tissue to his mouth just in time. He coughed hard, a harsh sound he disguised as a severe throat clearing. As he pulled the tissue away, the dark red stain confirmed his suspicions: last night's exertion transforming into Beast had caused additional micro-tears in his respiratory tract.
"I need to stabilize this soon," Yugo thought, crumpling the stained tissue and nonchalantly stuffing it into his pocket. "The Omnitrix can repair lethal damage during detransformation, but it doesn't reverse the chronic cellular wear and tear of the base body. I'm patching a broken glass with duct tape."
He grabbed his briefcase, adjusted his glasses to hide the sleepless circles under his eyes, and stepped out into the hallway. Classes had ended, and the sun was beginning to paint the school an orange hue. His plan was simple: go to Saturn, coordinate with the construction workers installing the new shelves, and get at least three hours of sleep before opening the shop.
However, as he passed near the second-year lockers, Yugo's keen ears picked up a whispered conversation.
They were three girls from his history class. The class president—the same one who had given him the cake and whom he had saved from Raynare—was talking to two of her friends.
"Are you sure about this?" the president asked, holding a digital camera with obvious nervousness. "They say that place is cursed.
" "Oh, come on, don't be such a spoilsport!" one of her friends replied, laughing. "It's just for the paranormal club's video channel. The old abandoned spare parts factory on the outskirts, near the river. They say you can hear screams there at night. It'll be a hit!"
"We'll go right before it gets completely dark, film a couple of fake scares, and then we're off," the third added. "We'll be on bikes; we'll be there in an hour."
The girls locked their lockers and hurried toward the main entrance, laughing and joking, oblivious to the true abyss that lurked in the corners of Kuoh.
A few meters away, Yugo stopped dead in her tracks. Her stoic expression hardened into a mask of stone.
She knew that old, abandoned spare parts factory on the outskirts of town all too well. In the world of High School DxD, dark, abandoned places with "rumblings of screams" weren't urban legends to scare children. They were nests. Hunting grounds claimed by Street Demons: demons who had murdered their masters or gone mad with their own power, deformed beasts that fed on the flesh and terror of lost humans.
They were the worst creatures of the Underworld. And her students, three magicless humans, were walking straight into the lion's den with a damned digital camera in hand.
The physical exhaustion, the pain in her lungs, and the plans to remodel the Saturn vanished from her mind in a split second.
Yugo didn't hesitate. He turned and quickened his pace, his long legs covering the corridor in wide, silent strides. As he walked toward the academy's back exit to avoid being seen, he lifted the left sleeve of his jacket, revealing the heavy bezel of the Omnitrix. The watch glowed with a steady green light, fully charged.
"They'll arrive in an hour by bicycle," Yugo calculated, his cold, military mind plotting the fastest route. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
He rotated the device's dial. It passed the silhouette of the crystal golem (Diamond). It passed the bulk of Four Arms. It passed the blind feline beast. It stopped on a stylized figure, with an elongated, cone-shaped head, sharp claws, and spheres on its feet.
XLR8. Hyperkinetic Speed.
She was going to get to that factory before her students. And when she did, she was going to make sure that the Street Demon nesting there never uttered another sound for all eternity.
...
The air in the Student Council office was so thick with tension that it felt like the windowpanes might shatter at any moment. Rias Gremory paced back and forth, her crimson hair swirling like a flame, while Sona Sitri sat with an almost unnatural calm, though her interlaced fingers betrayed her inner turmoil.
Akeno and Tsubaki stood guard at the door, having already lifted three layers of soundproofing seals. What was going to be discussed there wasn't for human ears, or for low-ranking demons.
"Are you telling me you knew?" Rias's voice was a dangerous whisper. Are you telling me you knew that the history teacher, the man with full access to my servants and students, is the "crystal anomaly" Issei described?
Sona adjusted her glasses, the glare from the lenses momentarily obscuring her gaze.
"I found out last night, Rias. And before you accuse me of keeping it a secret, understand this: Hano-sensei isn't your average Sacred Gear user. What he possesses—that watch—is capable of altering his biological structure in ways even the Underworld's archives can't explain. He doesn't emit an aura. He has no trace of magic. To our barriers, he's just air.
" "Issei is terrified, Sona," Rias interrupted, gently tapping the desk. "He says he saw him die and transform. He says that 'monster' looked at him with a chilling coldness before leaving him to his fate. How can we allow someone like that to walk the halls?"
Sona let out a heavy sigh and slid an envelope onto the table.
"Because we have no choice. I investigated his past, Rias. Yugo Hano is a ghost. His documents are perfect forgeries, introduced into the system just four years ago. He has no childhood, no family, nothing before he came to Kuoh. He's a person who constructed himself to be invisible. And if you try to move against him, you'll make a fatal mistake."
Rias opened the envelope, scanning the "Missing Person" reports. Her expression shifted from anger to deep concern.
"If he has no past, then he has a purpose. No one infiltrates like this just to give history lessons."
"His goal, as he himself told me, is the peace of the school," Sona replied, recalling with a slight blush the chess game and the humiliating intellect of that gray creature. "He's a man who despises our features. He sees us as children playing in a playground that isn't ours. But there's something more… he's… efficient. He's protected the humans of this city more than we have lately."
Rias stopped in front of the window, gazing out at the forest.
"A human who despises us, who has the power of a high-class demon, and who doesn't exist in the records. Sona, this isn't just an anomaly. It's a threat to the balance. If the Fallen Angels or the Church find out…"
"They already do," Sona interrupted gravely. "Yesterday he dispatched three Fallen from Raynare single-handedly. He humiliated them."
Rias opened her mouth to reply, but the words died in her throat. Suddenly, a dark, viscous vibration, charged with an insatiable hunger, swept through the senses of everyone present.
It wasn't the sharp aura of a Fallen Angel. It was something far more chaotic, a smell of rotting flesh and corrupted magic that could only belong to one thing.
"A Rogue Demon," Rias hissed, her eyes flashing with the power of destruction. "And it's a mid-class one. Its aura is unstable; it's hungry."
Sona closed her eyes for a second, tuning in to her familiars who were keeping watch on the periphery.
"It's in the abandoned industrial zone," Sona said, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. "Near the old spare parts factory. That area is dangerous for civilians!
" "Let's go!" Rias ordered.
In an instant, two magic circles, one crimson and one blue, erupted in the office, transporting both nobles at the speed of light.
They appeared in the courtyard of the old spare parts factory, a place consumed by rust and shadows. Kiba and Tsubaki's weapons were ready; Akeno's lightning already crackled between her fingers. However, they all stopped short before taking a single step inside the main building.
There, under the pale moonlight filtering through the crumbling roof, the scene was not what they expected.
The Renegade Demon, a deformed mass of bloated flesh with multiple mouths and reddish eyes, was cornered against a rusted metal wall. It was roaring, not out of aggression, but out of pure terror that no beast of its kind should feel.
And facing it, with its back to the two heirs of the Underworld, stood a solitary figure.
Yugo Hano stood with his briefcase on the floor beside him. His professor's jacket was immaculate, his glasses gleamed in the nighttime light, and his posture was icy calm. He hadn't turned toward them; he didn't even seem to register the arrival of the eight armed demons behind him. His attention was fixed solely on the creature trembling before him.
The professor slowly raised his left arm, revealing the Omnitrix, which glowed with an emerald green so intense it illuminated the shadows of the factory.
"You're early, monster," Yugo said, his monotone voice devoid of any emotion, causing Issei, behind Rias, to shudder with fear. "My students will be here any minute. And I won't allow them to see something as disgusting as you."
Yugo placed his fingers on the dial of the watch, and the buzzing of the device seemed to silence even the heartbeats of the demons present.
...
(Yugo Perspective)
The Omnitrix's buzzing reached its peak. Yugo crushed the dial with the palm of his hand.
BAM!
The emerald flash swept through the shadows of the factory, a light so blinding it forced the demons hiding on the periphery to shield their eyes. As the light dissipated, the temperature of the building shot tens of degrees in a single heartbeat, drying the air and withering the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete.
The history teacher was gone. In his place, a colossus of magma and dark volcanic rock stood imposingly. It wasn't the agile fire creature his childhood memories of his world would have described, but a robust, massive hulk with shoulder pads resembling two small erupting volcanoes and a fierce face made of crackling flames. The Omnitrix symbol rested on its broad, obsidian-armored chest. It was the adult form, the absolute destructive maturity of a Pyronite.
Yugo, in that form, took a deep breath. For the first time in months, his lungs didn't ache. There was no blood, no micro-tears or wear and tear; he only felt a raw, infinite, searing power coursing through his lava veins.
Yugo couldn't help it. After ten long years of suppressing his emotions, of pretending to be a soulless block of ice to avoid detection, holding the literal power of a star in the palm of his hands was intoxicating. A twisted, savage grin spread across his fiery face.
He was genuinely excited.
His excitement fueled his alien biology. The orange flames covering his body began to roar and change color, turning yellow, then white, and finally a blinding blue from the immense concentration of heat. The Renegade Demon, paralyzed by cosmic terror, tried to stammer an incomprehensible plea. He tried to crawl backward, but his many legs slipped, melting the asphalt beneath his weight from being so close to the solar beast.
Yugo didn't give him time.
Fuego bent his knees, brought both hands together at his right hip, and cupped his palms. The fire around him reacted. Orange and red flames began to be drawn into the center of his cupped hands.
The sphere of fire in the hands of transformation ceased to be red. It turned yellow. Then white. A small, dying star compressed between plates of magma.
"KAAAA...!" roared Fire, his voice making the broken factory windows tremble.
The Renegade Demon stopped. His animalistic instinct for self-preservation finally overcame his madness, but his paws trembled so much from terror and heat that he couldn't back down.
—MEEEE...! The white light turned bluish. The oxygen within a hundred meters was being incinerated.
"HAAAA...!" Fire's stance was perfect. His body leaned slightly forward, channeling all of the alien's thermal pressure. "MEEEEE...!"
The world seemed to hold its breath in silence.
—¡HAAAAA!
Fire thrust both hands forward with colossal force.
A titanic torrent of pure solar plasma, a pillar of blue and white fire three meters in diameter, shot from his palms. It wasn't an explosion; it was an existential erasure.
The fire Kamehameha connected with the Rogue Demon. There was no scream. There was no resistance. The rotting flesh, demonic bones, and miasma were incinerated at an atomic level in a millisecond. The plasma torrent didn't stop there; it ripped through the street, melted lampposts like wax candles, cleanly pierced three abandoned buildings in a straight line, and shot into the night sky, tearing a gigantic hole in the clouds and staining the Kuoh night with an artificial dawn that lasted five agonizing seconds.
The sonic boom came next, a fiery shockwave that sent debris flying and shook the foundations of the city.
And then, it was all over.
The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the crackling of the asphalt turned into a lake of bubbling lava, and the sound of the residual fire.
When Yugo halted the attack and the blue fire dissipated, absolutely nothing remained of the monster. Only a glowing crater, thick smoke, and utter silence.
The Pyronite lowered its arms, exhaling a cloud of superheated steam. Its mind focused once more on time. Its students would arrive soon on their bicycles. They couldn't find a fresh magma crater; that would attract the authorities, and the area would be cordoned off, ruining the girls' expedition.
Using its thermal manipulation, Yugo placed its enormous rock hands on the molten ground and began absorbing the heat, cooling the molten rock at an unnatural rate. With swift movements, it molded the remaining slag, creating twisted black stone formations and melting the metal walls into shapes that resembled enormous claws that had clawed at the building from within. Finally, it absorbed the excess lethal heat from the surrounding air back into its body, leaving the place eerily cold, a stark contrast to the macabre appearance of the twisted rocks.
It was the perfect setting. The paranormal girls would be thrilled with their "unsolved mystery."
Satisfied with his handiwork, Yugo wasn't going to wait for the device on his chest to run out of transformation time. He vaguely recalled the animated series from his youth, specifically the mechanics the protagonist used when he grew up. He didn't need the battery to run out to revert to human form.
The colossal magma titan raised his heavy hand and firmly pressed the Omnitrix symbol on his chest.
FLASH!
A quick, sharp emerald flash illuminated the area for a fraction of a second. The fire giant compressed himself. When the light faded, Yugo Hano was once again standing in the middle of the factory.
His suit was still perfectly pressed, his glasses in place, and the Omnitrix on his wrist glowed a steady green light, having deactivated itself at will without entering recharge mode.
Yugo picked up his leather briefcase from the floor, brushed an imaginary speck of ash from his shoulder, and adjusted his tie. With his usual icy, bored demeanor, the history professor began walking toward the exit, leaving the place as if nothing had happened.
Behind him, he left a work of art worthy of hell, while, hidden in the darkness of the upper beams, two entire demonic clans remained frozen, unable to utter a single word, immersed in the most absolute and terrified silence.
...
The sound of Yugo Hano's retreating footsteps faded into the distance, but no one dared move.
Hidden in the shadows of the upper beams, safe from the professor's sight but exposed to the monstrous heat wave he had left in his wake, the members of the Gremory and Sitri nobility remained petrified. The silence in the old factory was absolute, broken only by the creaking of cooling, rusted metal and the hiss of the pavement that had been turned to molten glass.
The air burned to the touch. It felt as if someone had ripped a chunk from the Earth's core and hurled it into the middle of Kuoh City.
Rias Gremory, the proud Princess of Ruin, was breathless. A drop of cold sweat—which evaporated almost instantly in the heat—rolled down her temple. Slowly, as if afraid the slightest noise would draw the magma titan back, she lowered her gaze to the smoking crater.
"It's gone…" Kiba murmured, gripping his sword hilt so tightly his knuckles were white. The academy's "Knight," famed for his speed, knew deep down he wouldn't have been able to dodge that torrent of blue light.
Rias nodded slowly and unfurled her bat wings, descending to the factory floor, closely followed by the rest of her entourage and Sona's peerage.
As they touched the ground, heat radiated through the soles of their shoes. Koneko, the stoic and powerful Rook, frowned and took a step back, her feline instincts (and her Youkai heritage) screaming at her that this place was steeped in abyssal danger.
Issei, still pale and trembling, approached the crater's edge. Not a single trace of the Rogue Demon remained. No blood, no ashes, not even a burnt shadow on the wall. It had been erased from existence.
"I told you..." the chestnut-haired boy stammered, his voice cracking with terror and a sense of validation. "I told you it was a monster. That's not even the same crystal one I saw in the park! That was a different one! How many monsters are inside it?"
"Silence, Ise," Rias ordered in an urgent whisper, glancing toward the exit. "It could still be nearby."
Akeno Himejima stepped forward, her usual flirtatious smile replaced by an expression of absolute concentration and bewilderment. She placed a hand on the twisted ground, closing her eyes to analyze the residue.
"Buchou... this is impossible," Akeno said, opening her eyes, which reflected the dying embers. "There's no mana. No demonic energy, no holy light, no trace of senjutsu." That beam of fire... it wasn't a spell. It was pure thermal energy. Brutal and physical.
"That means none of our magical anti-magic barriers would have stopped it," Tsubaki Shinra reasoned, adjusting her glasses as she stared at the molten metal. "It would have passed right through us like paper."
Sona Sitri approached the edge of the destruction. Her affinity was water, and being near that epicenter of heat filled her with instinctive revulsion. Yet her analytical mind worked at breakneck speed, trying to process the nightmare they had just witnessed.
But what terrified Sona most wasn't the destructive power of that alien form. It wasn't the heat, the size, or the brutality with which the Renegade had been atomized.
It was what Yugo Hano had done afterward.
"He deactivated the artifact at will," Sona murmured, her icy voice causing all the demons to turn toward her. "Ordinary Sacred Gears, especially those that force a physical transformation of the wearer or require massive amounts of energy, drain the user." When they deactivate, they leave the host exhausted, forced to the limit of human endurance.
Sona looked up, meeting Rias's eyes.
"But not him," the Sitri heiress continued, her voice barely a whisper. "He touched the symbol on his chest, and the transformation reversed instantly. He wasn't exhausted. He wasn't panting. His clothes were intact, and his heart rate, as far as I could hear, was completely steady. He resumed his human form and walked out as if he'd just stubbed out a cigarette." "
He has absolute control over the anomaly," Rias concluded, crossing her arms to hide a slight tremor. "And he's been teaching us European history for years. God... we've been sharing the same room with a beast that could incinerate the entire school in three seconds."
Sona's mind, however, was waging a far more personal and darker battle.
While the others were analyzing Yugo's threat level, Sona's mind was replaying yesterday's chess game on a loop. That tiny, gray creature that had intellectually humiliated her... the blind, feline monster that had torn the Fallen Angels to pieces... the solar-fire titan that had just atomized a Renegade.
All those monsters dwelled in the arm of the man to whom, according to her own family's unyielding code of pride, she was betrothed.
Sona felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her. She brought a hand to her forehead. She was bound by fate to a being who saw the factions of the Underworld as "children at play." A broken man who wouldn't hesitate to annihilate them if they crossed his boundaries.
"President…" Tsubaki whispered, approaching Sona and placing a hand on her shoulder. The Queen was the only one in that room who knew the secret of defeat in chess. Tsubaki looked at her with deep concern, understanding the crushing weight that had fallen on her King's shoulders.
"I'm fine, Tsubaki," Sona lied, quickly composing herself. Her duty as leader had to prevail over her personal terror.
Rias approached Sona, her rival and childhood friend. The two heirs shared a look of complete understanding. Their arrogance as pureblood devils, their certainty that they ruled their territory in the human world, had been reduced to ashes by that professor.
"What do we do, Sona?" Rias asked, her tone losing its usual rivalry to seek the strategist's advice. "Ise is in their sights because it's the Fallen's target." If Hano-sensei decides that we devils are a nuisance to his beloved "school peace"...
Sona turned toward the factory door through which Yugo had left.
"We're not doing anything, Rias," Sona Sitri stated firmly and decisively. "Order your peerage to stay away from him. No magical scans. No questions. Don't try to recruit him, and for Lucifer's sake, don't provoke him."
Sona adjusted her glasses, swallowing the lump of fear in her throat. "
As long as Yugo Hano wants to pretend he's just a simple, human, strict, and boring history teacher... we'll be his most diligent and respectful students. From today onward, he's untouchable."
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Here's another chapter. Also, while researching other fanfics, I realized that the most "famous" ones have the R-18 tag. If I add that content to my fanfic, will it get more views? Although I don't plan to... Not right now at least. I feel like it would be too rushed, and the only opening for that would be Akeno, since she's known the MC for 10 years, while the others have only known each other for 3 years or two months at most; it would be too rushed, and I want to stay true to canon, without needing sex or that crap. With that said, see you later. Take care. Remember, masturbation is bad.
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