《MY STORY, AFTER REINCARNATION》Turning point in life
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Morning came, the sun came to be seen in the horizon, birds are chirping and I am still under the blanket thinking what happened yesterday old man died, I killed two devils, Sakura gave a beatdown to one of them to the point that I thought that the devil was pitiful, we met Azazel Governor-General of the Grigori and Fallen Angel.
When I was thinking about those things someone stirred under the blanket, "Who?" pulling up the blanket I saw Sakura underneath hugging me like a koala, the previous night she was in no condition to go home so I brought her home with me to calm her down when we return home mom was startled seeing her crying and she demanded an explanation from me I was able gave some excuses and telling them that I will explain them later after entering my room I asked her to wait there but she stubbornly refused to let me go and that's why we slept under the same futon.
And I didn't take any advantage of the situation, mind you.
"Kazuo is it morning?" She inquired groggily while rubbing her eyes which were red from crying.
"Yes, its morning, wake up sleepy head" I tried to nudge her awake.
When she started to came to her senses she remembered what transpired yesterday night. She started to get depressed again "Did Sensei really...!"
Before she gets more depressed again by asking the question I closed her lips with my lips, first, she got surprised by my action then she closed her eyes as if enjoying herself when seeing her calm down I started to release her lips but she caught me by the neck and kissed again then we heard the door closing "Smack"
"Kazuo's mom our son had become an adult!"
"We have to prepare red rice, today is a celebration day!"
"stop stop....." I was preparing to run after dad but Sakura caught my hand and requested in upturned eyes "don't go"
'cute! what have I done?'
Sometime later...
We are in front of the temple where the fight occurred previous night, but there were no sign of destroyed temple building and craters on the temple ground and trees which were uprooted during the fight were back in place as if the previous night was a dream, seeing the scene Sakura ran to the temple doors and yanked it open.
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But Arito-sensei is not present there.
The one who greeted the two of us is Azazel, who is wearing a black Kimono for mourning and drinking sake.
"Ah! both of you are here, you two must be Kazuo and Sakura his pupil?"
"yes, we are but who are you and what happened here?"
"As I said I am Azazel Governor-General of Grigori and Fallen Angel, and I fixed the place with magic."
"Fallen Angel?"
"Yes Fallen Angel, a seraph to be precise." Saying that he shows 12 jet black wings behind his back which were darker than darkness as if they were sucking in the light like a black hole.
"What's your relationship with Arito-sensei?"
"I am his old-time friend, A few days ago he sent me a letter saying he wants to meet. Who would have thought I would see him in his last moments?"
"......"
"Why did they kill him? for what reason?"
"Reason, huh..., because he was a 'transcendent' and one of the few 7th order magician because of the spell Fate Algorithm"
"What transcendent, Fate algorithm? What are you talking about"
"Let me finish, what are we talking about? Ah! Transcendent- In the supernatural world denizen of other races have naturally longer lifespan and they tuned with intangible power present within them by having access to the power they can produce phenomena not understandable by common people, humans can also do such feats but they are a minority in its huge population. In every race and factions, there is a summit of that power ladder normally called ULTIMATE CLASS, I am not bragging but I am an ultimate class seraph, there are not many who can match me.
For humans, they call themselves transcendent, Arito was one of the few who can cast 7th order, he created his original Fate Algorithm with which he can predict the fate and change the fate, which can only be done with the help of divine energy, even with that it is very difficult, they can only predict the fate to change it one needs person with stronger fate,
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But he created a spell with which he can predict and change fate, but of course, it is not without consequence but for a transcendent backlash is not much he can recover in no time. Because he created such a spell he was killed"
"According to your explanation, the Old man was transcendent, then how the heck did he die by those goons last night?"
"Because of poison, When he was active in the supernatural world he got poisoned, he survived the deadly poison but lost his capabilities, as a result, he got weak on the top of it he got cursed, he was suppressing it with the help of fate algorithm so he survived that, but it seems last night backlash got him.
So, now you know, are you two going take revenge?"
"......."
"No, he lived his life in his own terms, I won't take revenge for his sake, but if I came across them in future that's a different story altogether."
"Me too, Arito-sensei never asked us for revenge but I want to be strong, I want to be transcendent, you said you are strong right... make me strong, train me...you can right?" Sakura asked while clenching her fist so hard that they turned white.
"That I can, but why you do you want power?"
"To protect, as you said they came for Fate Algorithm...Arito-sensei gave me the scroll last night. It means I am his successor If it is known they will come for me next and people around me will get hurt when they come for me next. That's why I need power so something like this never happens again."
"Why should I help you? I can just take the scroll from you and be done with it, you won't be able to stop me."
"Yes as you said you are able to take the scroll by force and be done with it, but you can't use it... am I right or am I?
"You are right...but I can find someone."
"Where are you going to find someone who can use 7th order spell which is only harmful to themselves due to backlash and one needs to be the ultimate class to be able to use this spell even then they will be able to use this spell is not certain and another point why would they help you they are ultimate class they might use this spell just to get rid of you as you are the Governor-General of Grigori and Fallen Angels."
Hearing the explanation Azazel was dumbstruck 'How the hell a 10-year-old brat him can have such a sharp mind?'
"I like you kid, I will train you as you want"
"You can like me as much as you want but I am taken, This morning Kazuo even kissed me."
"Kissed you, of course! he kissed like kiddies"
"No, he kissed me like an adult in the lips like a hungry wolf" Sakura revelled our morning escaped while holding her both cheeks which were red from embarrassment.
Azazel was looking at me in worship."I like you kid, even I don't dare put my hands on a loli we will be great friends. It's decided I will teach both of you what you need to learn about the supernatural world and much more. Today is a great day I got two students, hear have a cup of sake, let's perform the master-disciple ceremony"
Saying that he took out two cups from under his sleeves, how the hell can he keep cups inside his sleep is that Doremon's 4th dimension pocket!
Just like this, we got a pervert for a teacher.
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