Issei Hyoudou stirred.
The world felt… oddly lighter.
He sat up on the park bench, blinking as sunlight filtered through the trees. For a few seconds, he simply stared ahead, trying to piece together why his chest felt hollow yet peaceful, like something heavy had been removed without leaving pain behind.
"Did I… fall asleep here?" he muttered.
The memory refused to settle. There was a vague impression—someone sitting across from him, a conversation that felt important—but every time he tried to focus on it, his thoughts slid away like water off glass.
Issei scratched his head, then shrugged.
"Whatever. Guess I should head home."
He stood, grabbed his bag, and walked away—confused, but smiling faintly, unaware that his life had just been rewritten into something quieter, something merciful.
From the edge of the world, Jay watched for exactly three seconds longer.
Then he turned away.
Reality folded.
Jay did not travel so much as reality decided it would be more convenient if he were elsewhere.
The city vanished, replaced by a vast, lightless space layered with concepts rather than matter. Countless symbols drifted like embers—records of power, fragments of law, echoes of things that should not exist anymore.
At the center of it all floated a familiar presence.
Red.
Massive.
Furious.
Bound.
The soul of the Red Dragon Emperor.
Ddraig.
Chains of concept wrapped around him—not physical restraints, but laws engraved into existence itself. The remnants of the Boosted Gear hovered nearby, shattered pieces of Longinus construction orbiting the dragon's fragmented form like a cruel reminder of what had been done to him.
Jay looked at the sight with mild interest, hands in his pockets.
"Yeah," he said casually. "That looks uncomfortable."
The space trembled.
A presence stirred—ancient, wrathful, prideful beyond mortal comprehension.
Who dares—
Ddraig's thoughts halted mid-roar.
Something was wrong.
The chains were still there, yet the pressure he had felt for centuries—no, millennia—was gone. The crushing limitation that defined his existence as a tool, as a weapon, as a gear… had loosened.
And standing before him was the reason.
A masked figure.
Calm.
"…You," Ddraig rumbled, his voice echoing like thunder restrained behind glass. "You are my current host."
"Temporarily," Jay replied. "And yes."
Ddraig's draconic eyes narrowed. "You extracted me from the previous one."
"Correct."
Silence followed.
Then Ddraig laughed—a deep, incredulous sound. "Hah. To tear a Longinus from its vessel so cleanly… you're not merely strong."
Jay tilted his head. "Is that your way of saying hello?"
"…What do you want?" Ddraig asked, skipping everything else.
Jay appreciated that.
"I need help," Jay said simply.
That earned him another pause.
"You," Ddraig repeated slowly, disbelief seeping into his tone, "need help?"
"Yes."
The dragon felt it then.
The difference.
Jay's power was not flaring. It was not asserting itself. And yet, even in its passive state, it pressed against Ddraig's senses like an endless sky—vast, unreachable, final.
Stronger than any host he had ever known.
Stronger than gods.
Stronger than—
"…Even the Dragon of Dragons," Ddraig said quietly. "Great Red himself."
Jay shrugged. "He's big. Not unbeatable."
That statement alone would have started wars.
Ddraig stared.
"…You're serious."
"Always."
Ddraig exhaled slowly. "Then explain something to me. Why would someone like you need a dragon like me? You could erase threats by accident."
Jay's gaze softened—not with pity, but with intent.
"I need someone to stand guard," he said. "Someone I can trust with my mother's safety."
The words landed heavier than any declaration of dominance.
"…Your mother," Ddraig repeated.
"Yes."
Ddraig blink it eyes
"That's it?"
Jay nodded. "And because I think I'll need you. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually."
Ddraig was silent for a long time.
Then he laughed again—this time quieter, edged with disbelief.
"that's it?"
Jay smiled beneath the mask. "I've learned not to ignore those."
The chains around Ddraig rattled.
"…You intend to free me," Ddraig said. "Completely."
"Yes."
"You know what this seal is," the dragon continued. "My body was destroyed. Turned into a Longinus. What remains is my soul, shackled to a weapon."
"I know."
"And you still say it's easy?"
Jay looked at the fragments of the Boosted Gear, eyes briefly unfocusing.
"I just need to look at the source," he said. "Then reconstruct it."
Ddraig froze.
"…You're joking."
"No."
The space shifted.
For a fraction of an instant, Jay's gaze pierced through layers of causality, diving past recorded history, past divine authority, past the moment of destruction itself—into the original blueprint of the Red Dragon Emperor.
Then he reached out.
Reality obeyed.
The fragments of the Boosted Gear dissolved into light. The chains screamed as they unraveled, their authority overwritten without resistance.
And Ddraig's body—his true body—began to form.
Scales of crimson flame.
Wings vast enough to blot out concepts.
A heart that beat with unrestrained draconic pride.
Ddraig roared.
Not in rage.
In liberation.
When the light faded, the Red Dragon Emperor stood whole.
Free.
He stared at his claws, flexed his wings, then looked back at Jay.
"…You removed the seal," Ddraig said slowly.
"It would've been annoying, if I didn't do that," Jay replied.
Ddraig was silent.
"…One more thing," he said slowly. "Even if I'm freed… I can still become the Boosted Gear, can't I?"
Jay glanced at him. "Of course."
The dragon blinked. "…Just like that?"
"Yes," Jay replied easily. "Your existence isn't limited to one state anymore. Dragon. Gear. Manifestation. Choose whatever's convenient."
Ddraig frowned. "And you?"
Jay tilted his head. "What about me?"
"You don't actually need me inside the Gear to use power," Ddraig said. "I can feel it. Even without synchronizing, you're—"
"I still can use your power," Jay finished. "The Boosted Gear is a tool.I can operate it without you and I can even use your full power"
Ddraig stared at him, then let out a slow breath. "So even if I take Gear form… I'm not in a cage anymore."
"Exactly," Jay said.
Then, internally, he thought:
I hit the jackpot.
Aloud, he said, "Very well. I'll help you."
Jay inclined his head. "Good."
A pause.
"…Though," Ddraig added, a grin in his voice, "before all that guarding business—how about a match? The White Dragon Emperor host exists in this era right?"
Jay chuckled softly. "oh you mean Vali?"
"You know him?"
"I do. but he didn't know me "
"is he strong?"
Jay shrugged. "Sure. He is strong and he is the most powerful white dragon host in history. But facing me? it impossible for him to win"
"You say that confidently."
"I am."
Jay raised a finger. "I won't use my own power. I'll fight using yours. Fully."
"Wait, I have an idea. What if I took human form and fought him?" Ddraig asked with a smile.
Jay laughed. . "Damn you're a genius Ddraig, it would be funny."
Then Ddraig laughed again—this time genuinely.
"MUEHEHEHE this will be fun."
Jay turned away. "Good. But first, I have a few places to visit."
Note: Happy New year guys. btw i give you hoice do you want ddraig to be women or men. because next chapter is jay and ddraig (in human body)
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