Supernatural Machinations - 6

All things considered, it didn't take long for Irina to drain his magic power right down to nothing.

Instead of heading straight for the gym though, he ended up going through a few other things first. Like Irina trying to teach him the basics of sensing magic power.

…She wasn't the best teacher. And he definitely wasn't a prodigy of sensing magic because even after an hour of attempts, he was no closer to managing it.

Still, after that, Irina felt a little stir crazy and decided they should spar a bit with the bokken before dinner.

Suffice to say, he got his ass kicked and disarmed a bunch of times. When it came to sword wielding, he had a lot to learn before he got on Irina's level.

Granted, she had been training with a sword in hand before she was ten and had been training with Excalibur Mimic since she was fourteen when she first became a holy sword user.

It hurt his pride for sure, but the amazing oyakodon and protein cake she made for him, soothed that pain lightly.

With his pride spanked and his belly full of protein, Kaito left his home behind to make his way to his home away from away.

Of course, before he did, he'd had to get his magic power sucked out again because some of it had already recovered enough to be a problem.

"This might have been for the best actually." Kaito mused as he made his way towards the gym, passing by the banks of the small river in the middle of town.

After all…since he got held up so long with various things at home, it was already dark out. Which meant, there would be less people at the gym seeing as it was night.

Which meant less people to see him if he wanted to try and push himself a bit tonight.

"Hey kid, you wouldn't happen to have a lighter on you, would you?" a voice calling out stopped him in his tracks.

He did in fact have one stored in his Twice Critical. He'd yoinked it from a priest he beat up.

'Shit, I'll have some good stories to tell my grandkids one day,' Kaito snorted in amusement as he turned to the voice, at which point his amusement promptly faded, 'You've got to be fucking kidding me.' he thought, deadpan.

Down from the hill he was walking across, right beside the river was a man sitting on a chair, fishing pole in hand. It was a tall, broad shouldered man dressed in a casual kimono, with pitch black hair and the fringe a golden blonde.

He recognised him instantly.

A once twelve winged arch angel who could fight gods and win. The foremost living expert on the Sacred Gear System. The Governor General of the Grigori, Azazel.

"Don't you losers have a life beyond bothering me?" Kaito couldn't help it, the annoyance of the supernatural constantly hanging around if, finally got to him.

And he snapped.

"Oooh, you're a testy one aren't ya?" Azazel merely laughed, "What gave me away? I know I've suppressed my power totally, I've got this wicked cool gadget I made to do it so I don't need to bother with it actually."

"It was the stupid looking hair," Kaito huffed, glaring, "If you're gonna highlight your hair, do it all, not just colour the front, you look like somebody emptied a tub of mustard over your head."

"Ouch, that's a new one," Azazel winced, but didn't stop laughing, "Would you believe ol' pops made me this way and my hair is actually all natural?"

Kaito sighed.

He knew there was that whole thing about dragons attracting both those lusting for the strong and those interested in them, but, wasn't this going a bit beyond the freaking pale man?

'Well, it's been two whole weeks, I was bound for my luck to bite me in the ass again.' Kaito rolled his eyes.

The only solace he could take in this fact, was that he at least knew that Azazel, as annoying as being connected to him at all would be, there was little chance of him trying to stomp a mudhole in ass for whatever reason.

"What do you want?" Kaito got straight down to business, crossing his arms and pinning the man with all the annoyance he could muster behind his gaze.

"I could use some company, fishing is always better with a good conversationalist," Azazel grinned at him, "How about you come on down and join in with me? Fishing is real relaxing, would do a testy kid like you some good I think."

"Pass," Kaito snorted, "I'm already experienced when it comes to fishing, it's alright, but right now, I've got the gym to go to. So if you don't mind…?"

Well, technically, he hadn't experienced fishing at all. His other self had though. Growing up in Scotland, fishing was kind of a thing all young lads were expected to take part in and know their way around. It was like a right of passage and you couldn't be considered a man until you were passable.

In return, Azazel rolled his eyes, "What is with you dragon boys and your obsession with training?" he griped.

"Out of the people with dragon powers I know, I'm the outlier actually, the other two need a kick up their asses." Kaito spat to the side in disgust. Those two were scrawny as all fuck. They were like twigs when it came to musculature. Though suckling-simp was at least in better shape than pervert-loser.

If they didn't have their Sacred Gears, they wouldn't stand out at all though.

"The Vritra kid and the Red Dragon Emperor, eh?" Azazel nodded, and Kaito had to resist the urge to click his tongue.

That just revealed Azazel was keeping tabs on things more than he realised, "True, they're not all that impressive right now, but I'm interested in seeing how the attitude of the Welsh Dragon of this generation influences his growth, he's a lot different from the typical person with the Boosted Gear."

"Prepare to be disappointed," Kaito couldn't stop himself from commenting, "He's a useless loser that will never amount to anything on his own and any power he obtains will come from outside sources being gifted to him."

"Ooh, do I sense a smidgen of jealousy?" Azazel raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, I don't really blame you. Compared to the Boosted Gear, a Twice Critical is kinda weak, even two of them."

He was only jokingly goading him. Kaito knew that. That was just the way this guy was, all playful and shit.

"Even if he could use Balance Breaker, which he can't and won't be able to for a long ass time considering how trash he is…" Kaito snarled instinctively, his pride flaring, "I would rip his head off and punt it to the moon without him having any chance of stopping me."

Azazel just laughed, "Well, consider that nerve touched."