Tribulations of the God-Harem King [Highschool DxD/Exalted] (CLOSED)

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The answer is obviously yes: ‘Yes, I feel lucky! I was anything but unlucky in the past one month and half.’

['Yeah, keep burning up all the untapped luck you've built up - surely it'll never run out!']

’Shut up, Ddraig. Go jinx someone else.

[Can’t while I’m stuck there. Unless you can install a TV? Now that I think about it that isn’t a bad idea. Do it.]

You instantly tune out the dragon’s voice once it becomes clear he isn’t going to be of any help.

“One moment.” You raise a hand to ask for a break while the other takes out your cellphone. Quickly you dial a familiar number. “Rias? It’s me. So exactly when will the teleportation circle be ready? ...Tomorrow midday? Awesome. ...Oh, just a favour to a friend, I’ll contact you later. Bye.”

You close the call and smile at Shigure-san. “Like I said I have stuff to do and I need to leave for that. But, until then I am free. What do you say we go out, find your sword and recover it before dawn? Between you and me, I bet we can do it right?”

Shigure-san’s response is as strange as unexpected: her facial expression doesn’t change, but the dullness in her eyes is replaced by a gleeful sort of childish excitement- are those sparkles? - as she nods furiously, one hand showing a thumb-up.

Its...more than cute. It’s honestly adorable.

Maybe that’s why when she suddenly grabs your wrist you, despite past examples to the contrary completely fail to react. You’re equally helpless when she opens the window and jumps outside while dragging you with her.

“Kosaka-san! We seriously need to talk about this bad habit of yoooouuuurs!!”

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When it comes to the subject of ‘sensing magic/ki/whatever term for mystical energy it’s used’, when asked most people (those that deign to answer at least) would instantly think of Dragonball’s method, of perceiving reality with their mind as completely empty save for distant burning points of light that represent a person’s lifeforce.

That is pure and simple bullshit. You can sense a certain presence and even recognize it if it’s strong and near enough, but pinpointing its exact location even from a not-so-great distance is pretty much impossible for you. You’re pretty sure it’d be flat out off the table in any situation, unless you’d been born with a specific power like a sensory Sacred Gear or had undergone a stupidly complex ritual. In a sense magic, demonic power and any other mystical energy behave like scent: you perceive traces left in the air, but tracking down the source takes more than a bit of work. It’s funny, but Emiya Shirou’s method is actually quite close to how most magicians perceive magic: Akeno-san perceives it as different sensations on her skin, while you get a mix of smell and sensation that gives an absurdly general direction depending on the energy’s nature. It’s only marginally better than having no idea at all, really.

What does this all mean? It means that if you were to search around the city for something magical with only the meager range of your senses it would take days, even weeks.

Luckily you don’t need to.

With a piece of chalk you trace a circle on the earth and inscribe inside the equation needed for the task, a simple spell even a novice can do. Once done you put both palms on it and channel a minuscule portion of your Essence. In response the magic circle lits up, the magic taking effect.

Right now you are above one of the many points of the city where the leylines - basically the veins of life energy imbuing the land with power - intersect all over the place in the rough form of a complex web. Heavy alterations to the land cause disruptions in this web’s natural equilibrium, and so do foreign sources of magical energy. Taking advantage of this fact is the basic of this spell: by sending a pulse through the leylines you get a sonar-like feedback, and if there are interfering disruptions they’ll show up.

With each use you can cover a range of two-three kilometers, so it won’t take long to sift through a city this size.

“Nothing here.” After you receive the result you mentally put a cross over a part of the city map. Memorizing it was time well spent. “Let’s move to the next.”

Shigure-san nods and together you leave the private garden you just intruded unto. Hopefully nobody woke up from your activities.

Roof hopping with a Ryozanpaku Master is...an interesting experience. You had a brief experience with Sasaki-san and Akisame-san, but at the time you were too angry to care about anything else but breaking Loki’s nose. Now however that you mind is clear you can see that Shigure-san’s movement are fluid: not just thanks to excellent body control, they radiate a sense of casualness that can come only from something repeated many, many times until it becomes natural.

You wonder what it says, that she can jump from roof to roof as easily as she walks on a street.

Of course, this is not all you pick up with your casual observation (you hope it’s casual!).

'Oh man I can see a nipple!’ Since Shigure-san wears nothing under the chainmail, when she leaps the strain pushes her breasts upward and a very pink, very appetizing part of those prodigiously impressive hills peeks out from one of the bigger gashes on her kimono, practically straining to be seen. Stretching the legs when jumping causes the gaps in the stockings to widen, tearing at them little by little.

That’s right: Shigure never changed out of the clothes that were ruined in the battle with Homura and the others- you think she noticed, but she just doesn’t care - so for the last two hours she’s been unwittingly giving a peep show. ...Or maybe not so unwittingly, a certain part of your mind pitches in before you squish it on down.

You saw what she did when someone goes Kensei on her.

You’re glad nobody was able to see the two of you for more than a second. Apart from having such a glorious show all for yourself, you don’t need to deal with cops howling about laws against public indecency.

‘Okay me, try to concentrate on something that is not Kosaka-san’s sexy body.’

Like her firm thighs, practically naked thanks to the ruined tatters that are her stockings, straining over the-

‘Let’s try again!’

Like the amazing way her clothes now seem a size or two too small, and in their beleaguered state are practically flaking off her even as they barely contain the explicitly outlined nubile form of-

“One moment.” You signal Shigure-san to stop. You jump down on street level, go around a corner into the nearest alley you can find...

And then bash your forehead against the wall as hard as you can, buring your dome in a few inches of concrete with a gritty CRACK.

’IT’S NOT WORKIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!’

 

What the hell is this limit of 10000 characters?!?!?
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God Damn It! Why is she so sexy? She’s not even trying! It’s not fair!

More importantly, why are you so bothered by it? You aren’t a virgin anymore.

...It couldn’t be! Your true fetish...are you weak to the older onee-san and ara-ara cake types?!

“Mama, why is that oni-chan making such a funny face?” The obligatorily present feckless child being lead by their mother’s asks aloud with a point your way and an open sound of wonder.

“Don’t look!” Said mother pushes her child away with all due haste, not even bothering to look down the alleyway.

It takes another few seconds for you to realize that the street is still crowded and you’re making a fool of yourself. You return where Shigure-san is still waiting for you, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Sorry, false alarm.”

Her only reaction is a quiet hum. As you resume the search, in an attempt to distance your minds from impure thoughts you try to chat a little. “So, how are things back at Ryozanpaku? How’s Honoka-chan?”

“As...usual.” She replies after a few seconds. “She’s... well. Growing...plants. Extra fruit… tasty.”

So she’s training in the use of her Gear. Good, good: with that type of Gear imagination is essential, as a child Honoka has an advantage in that regard. “And Kenichi?”

She stops, forcing you to do the same. She looks around before leaning forward, whispering in a conspiratorial tone even as her eyes remain as listlessly lidded as before. “Frequent...bad company.”

Kenichi? THAT Kenichi? “What kind of ‘company’?”

She puts her hands behind the ears, making the index finger poking out. “Alien.”

Ooh. “That guy? I met him: I’m fairly sure he’s harmless... even if very greedy.” But surely he isn’t that bad? “About friends, you and the others made any new ones?”

“Smile.” At your confused expression she continues. “Strange guy from... the Committee. Protect Honoka. Bought... house next door. Always smiling.” She pushes up the corners of her lips, the look utterly ruined by how her non-expression droops against the tug. “That’s why... ’smile’. Touchimaru... always steal his snacks.”

A nickname then. Well, it’s also good to hear the Committee is doing its job. But- “Right, Touchimaru! I was wondering why I haven’t to seen him - where is he?”

“Home.” She snorts, face still expressionless. “Found...cute mice. Busy skirt...chasing.”

Atta boy-err, mouse! You’re about to ask her about the sword you’re searching for - more information never hurt - when you realize the next leyline node is right in front of you. Without further delay you repeat the spell…

And receive a positive result! “Kosaka-san! I found something!” There’s a big cluster of magical energy not far away from where you are now, and it’s not natural at all.

Stars - or are they shuriken - seem to dance to life in the Ryozanpaku master’s widening eyes as she shoots you an absurdly vigorous thumbs-up.

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“-rry, call the poli-”

It’s just by chance that you hear them.

“-ugs? At that old shop? Are yo-”

Then again, some of them are shouting so you can’t help but eavesdropping.

“-aw it with my eyes! Some crazy rumble going on inside the sho-”

The closer you get to the origin of the magical disturbance, the more you can hear people on the street below talking about a big fight going on inside some shop. There’s a crowd gathered about, but they hardly look like okay sorts. Pompadours, hair dye, stenciled coats and the ability to swagger even when standing still - they’re thugs and other sorts! It makes sense to see them here - the cruddy buildings and grimy streets really feel appropriate for gang stuff - but no one’s interested in starting a ruckus right now.

The reason?

That would probably be the literal mound of people that look like they received an ass-kicking from Jackie Chan himself piled up in front of one of the buildings.

“I get the feeling trouble found our target for us.” You say aloud, Shigure-san nodding in agreement with a little huff of restless energy.

Following both the defeated that dot the ground past the pile you spotted and the magic trace that’s now so blatant you can perceive it without the spell, you arrive in front of an old and small antiquity shop with another clump of stacked-up fighters sporting ridiculously swollen bruises, situated however in a large building that seems abandoned otherwise. On the sign there are korean hanja, below a japanese translation: ‘Golden Garden’. The front windows are broken, the sounds of a scuffle coming from inside. And in front of it-

“Hold on.” You point your finger to the short figure with a moustache, wearing green chinese clothes and a hat that’s visibly muttering to themselves as they peer into the shop. “Isn’t that Kensei-san?”

“Yes. Left...the other day. Said...visit to a friend.”

What a coincidence...if this is even a coincidence in the first place. “Kensei-san?”

The old man tenses at your words, but it looks more forced than real - just like the wide smile he offers as he turns around.

“Oh? If it isn’t Issei-kun and Shigu-”

The instant the old chinese master, head still shaking in exasperation at the sudden meeting, turns around two things happen.

First: twin jets of blood shoot out of his nostrils.

Second: he takes out a camera from his sleeves and starts snapping photos of Shigure-san.

SLASH!

Following those events the beautiful swordswoman takes out a katana and starts trying to slice into ribbons either the camera or Kensei-san. Probably both. Simultaneously the aged master bobs around evading the lethal slashes, without stopping taking photo for even a second.

It says something about your life that you take all of this in stride.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here, but now that I think about it you live nearby right Issei-kun?” You have to hand it over to him, Kensei-san is the kind of awesome pervert your past self would have wished to become with how easily he’s keeping up the conversation while someone’s going for his throat. “What brings you here?”

“Kosaka-san came to me with a request and I decided to help.” Shigure-san nods before tossing kunai at Kensei in a furious flurry. “We’re searching for a magic sword and the traces brought us here. What about you? Are you related to that?” You point first to the shop and then to the defeated opponents.

“In a certain sense.” He sighs, putting one hand on his hat as he ducks to avoid a swipe. “I was visiting an old friend in Chinatown when...why, of all people in the world, I happened to find my daughter!”

Your thoughts come to a halt as you picture a female version of the creepy old martial artist. “...Your daughter?”

“What’s with that face? I’m old enough to have a family: a wife and two younger sons to be precise.” His chuckle turns into a gasp as Shigure-san almost manages to stab his family jewels.

On a whim you step forward and peek inside the shop.

Spoiler

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“Wow.” It’s all you can say at the sight of a super-sexy chinese girl (not that you’ve ever seen one outside of porn - and a real one at that!) in very short, very tight clothes fighting ten guys, all of them older and better built and winning with little effort. “Her mother…?”

“The most beautiful woman of Southern China.” Appearing beside you, Kensei says with pride.

“YOU LITTLE WHO-AAAAARRGH!!”

“Wash your mouth, you cretinous troglodyte!”

Then he grimaces. “Also the fiercest. Sadly my daughter, Ma Renka, inherited both traits.”

Why ‘sadly’?

Crushing the camera with her bare hands Shigure-san stands beside you. “Sword?”

“It’s definitely inside.” You confirm at the veritable magical stench roiling out of the building, massaging your chin. “Kensei-san, how did the fight start?”

“Ah, well.” He lowers the hem of his hat to cover his eyes. “Let’s say...due to circumstances, I don’t wish to have my family know I am staying at Ryozanpaku. So when I saw Renka I ran away.”

Must be dire circumstances indeed, if he’s forced to keep his own family at a distance. ‘Don’t tell me-! There is someone who wishes Kensei-san harm and wouldn’t hesitate to strike at his family?!’ Your fists clench in silent fury. ’I will beat the crap out of him myself, even if I have to risk my own life!’

He doesn’t show it, but Kensei Ma suddenly feels great embarrassment and shame. Dismissing it in the manner he’s accustomed to, he continues. “She chased me all the way here, at which point those guys with a korean accent appeared and started rudely asking questions...well, I am sure you can imagine the rest.”

A body soars above your heads and lands with a painful yelp after breaking the second to last window in a tinkling crash

Oh yes, yes you can.

What do you do?
[] Wait for the fight to end.
[] Join the fight and swiftly bring an end to it.
[] Search for the sword using the fight as a distraction.
[] Write-in?
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Sorry for the double post: apparently now there is a limit of characters for post.