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Kiba and I moved through the shadowed corridor, feet barely making a sound against the polished wooden floor of the replica school building. Our target? The gymnasium. It was one of the key locations between our base and the enemy's. If we could control it, we'd have a central path to intercept or ambush.
"The main entrance is a no-go," I muttered.
Kiba nodded beside me. "The new building connects directly to it. If we go from the front, we'll be spotted immediately."
"Right. That's why we're heading to the opposite side."
We circled around the gym, taking a path that led us past the outer sports storage and toward the rear door. I slowly reached for the knob and twisted. It turned without resistance.
"It's unlocked," I whispered.
"Almost too easy," Kiba murmured, sword already in hand.
The door creaked open, and we slipped inside quietly, emerging onto the raised platform at the back of the gymnasium. The heavy curtain that usually shielded this section was drawn back, leaving us exposed to the wide-open court.
Even knowing this place was an artificial replica, it still gave me chills. The lights, the hardwood floor, the smell of chalk and varnish — it was so real.
"It's almost identical," I whispered, eyes scanning the gym.
"They spared no expense recreating our school," Kiba said quietly. "But don't get distracted. We aren't alone."
Suddenly, he froze.
"...Presence. Enemy," he said sharply, eyes narrowing.
My body tensed, the Boosted Gear manifesting instantly on my left arm in a burst of crimson light.
[Boost!!]
I barely had time to process the notification before a voice rang out from across the court, echoing with confidence.
"We know you're there, servants of Gremory! We watched you sneak in."
It was a woman's voice, sharp and mocking. So they saw us, huh?
No point hiding then.
Kiba and I stepped forward onto the platform, boldly revealing ourselves. Across the court stood four girls — Riser's servants.
The one in the high-slit red china dress stepped forward, her posture poised and deadly. She was tall and had a proud look on her face. I recognized her from the files Rias showed us — the [Rook].
Beside her stood a pair of identical girls — the twins. They wore matching gymnast -style clothes, and each had a devious glint in her eye. The third girl looked young, maybe even younger than Koneko.
Three [Pawns] and a [Rook].
I looked at Kiba. He nodded slightly.
"Three against one?" I said with a grin. "Sounds like my kind of fight."
"I'll take the [Rook]," Kiba said, stepping down onto the court with elegance. "She's dangerous — I'll keep her occupied."
"Yeah!"
Both Kiba and I stand in front of our opponent. The china dress woman makes a kung fu stance and the small girl makes a stance with her stick.
Lastly, the twin girls grabs their chainsaws with a smile –hey, a chainsaw!?
DRILL! DRRRRRRRRRILL!
The chainsaws starts while making a dangerous sound.
Wow! Are you serious!? Girls aren't allowed to carry dangerous things like that!
"Disassembling time♪"
I cracked my neck and flexed my fingers. The Boosted Gear pulsed on my arm like a heartbeat.
[Boost!]
Second count. One down. More to go.
"Go," Kiba whispered, then dashed forward like a blur.
The [Rook] in the cheongsam, a muscular woman with a dragon tattoo snaking down her exposed leg, caught his movement with trained eyes and met his blade with her palm. Sparks flew.
So, it begins.
The twins came at me in perfect synchronization, their chainsaws swinging with wild but eerily controlled arcs. The little girl with the stick, the other [Pawn], stayed back—watching, waiting for an opening.
I ducked low under the first slash, twisting sideways between the twins. Their teamwork was good, coordinated. One always went for the strike while the other covered the retreat.
[Boost!]
Third count.
"Too slow, Pawn boy!" one twin laughed, bringing the chainsaw down vertically.
I caught it with my gauntlet-covered left hand. The chainsaw whined, but it couldn't cut through the draconic defense.
"What!?"
"You really think I'm the same as the old Issei?"
My right fist connected with her stomach before she could blink. She coughed blood, eyes wide as she flew backward and hit the floor with a hard thud.
One down—temporarily.
The second twin growled and charged, swinging her chainsaw horizontally. I side-stepped and struck her wrist, knocking the chainsaw from her grip. Then I grabbed her by the collar and slammed her into the gym wall.
The chainsaw clattered on the wooden floor as she slid down the wall unconscious.
Two [Pawns] out.
The little girl finally moved.
She wasn't flashy. Just a swift jab with her baton toward my gut. I blocked, but the impact sent a tremor through my arm.
What the hell?
[Boost!]
Fourth count.
"You've got some strength in that tiny frame," I muttered, jumping back.
She didn't answer. Just rushed again, striking like a snake. I blocked again, then aimed a low kick to sweep her legs.
She jumped over it and twirled mid-air. I stepped back and threw a demonic power blast at her feet. She twisted in the air again and landed gracefully—but skidded.
That gave me my chance.
I lunged and caught her wrist mid-strike. Her eyes widened.
"Got you."
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