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Playing with other Supernaturals

Cover not mine (c) Yushiba Miyabi This is the story where Urahara Kisuke died after Nel failed to save him inside Askin's Gift Ball Delux and reincarnated in the world of DxD. I am not sure if I can capture Urahara's character properly so I apologize in advance if you are not satisfied. Also, English is not my native language. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ DISCLAIMER ++++++++++++++++++++++++ I don't own any of the characters from the canon. Please support the original work. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Buy me a coffee Ko-fi.com/goyya00 patreon.com/goyya00

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Line Arshe

Line has brown eyes and long black hair that she had braided in a tail. She's wearing a brown and white top, a brown skirt, dark leggings with a white band and light brown borders, a white headband, glasses, pale arm cover with light brown borders, white gloves, and a white belt with pouches. She also has a wooden staff that amplifies her magic and it's durable enough to bash through a War Shadow's head.

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Line Arshe of the Loki Familia."

"I'm Aika Kiryuu from the same Familia. Nice to meet you~."

"Shirone Toujou... Pleasure to meet you."

Line immediately noticed the two girl's bandages and asked, "Do you mind if I heal you? I may not look like it, but I'm a healer."

"Oh? Is that fine?" Aika asked back. She then recalled Koneko's muttering earlier about having a healer in their party, 'This is some amazing coincidence.'

Sona and Koneko are also thinking of the same thing and the three of them glanced at each other and reached a conclusion, 'Let's see how this goes...' They also remembered Kisuke's words about establishing connections to the inhabitants of this world and his willingness to accept trouble. Although he did say that he's fine with them causing trouble, they won't blindly create problems. Since they in need of a healer, they would have to decide if this Line Arshe could fit the bill.

Line then scratched her head in embarrassment, "Although I did say that I'm a healer, I'm mostly a supporter for the main party of the Loki Familia. My healing magic is only marginally better than those cheap ones sold in the store. I'm just a Level 2 after all..."

"It's fine~. We're grateful, regardless. Please." Sona smiled at her. As she closely looks at Line, the more she closely resembles one of the Rias Gremory's Bishops, Asia Argento.

Of course, that aura and demeanor didn't escape Aika and Koneko who's close to Asia. The only difference is that Line gives a more mature feeling contrary to Asia's innocent and naive demeanor. However, that's just the initial impression they're getting and won't decide with just that.

Line nodded and started chanting, "[Oh light, healing light, bring me peace this very hour, Heal!]" Along with her chant, a white magic circle appeared below Line and it expanded until it reached Aika and Koneko. The light intensified and both Aika and Koneko can feel a slight burning feeling from their cuts before it disappeared entirely, along with the magic circle.

Aika and Koneko unwrapped their bandages and checked their wounds, which is their anymore, "So this is healing magic..." Aika muttered.

"This feels slightly different from Asia-senpai's Twilight Healing." Koneko also commented.

Line didn't mind Koneko's words. Although a healer is pretty rare, top Familias always have a couple of them.

"Thank you for healing them." Sona initiated the conversation with Line again.

"No. I didn't do much. I still want to thank you in a different way." Line replied earnestly, "So if you want something, please don't hold back and I'll listen."

"Hmm... I do have something in mind..." Sona tapped her chin a few times with her finger and said, "But if you don't mind, I would first like to know what are you doing here alone and in danger. Especially when you said you're from the Loki Familia. Of course, I won't mind if you don't answer. I'm just a bit curious."

"Well... It's not really an interesting story and I also don't mind telling you about it..." Line then started narrated.

Line joined the Loki Familia when she's just 14 years old, two years ago, when she's just a newly promoted Adventurer. The Loki Familia accepted her due to her rare healing ability, but beyond that, she's below average. Even now, her only role is to support the main party and carry their luggage.

For Line, it's not actually a bad thing as it's a pretty lucrative job, especially when the main party goes into expeditions and brings her as far as the 50th floor. The way she's treated is not bad too. In fact, it's pretty good compared to the other supporters that she saw in Orario.

However, she has a dream. It's to become a successful Adventurer that could actually make her own story and not just stand at the sidelines. But it's been two years since her leveling up to two, and since then, there's not much improvement in her basic attributes and her healing magic is only mediocre at best. And all of those who came with her to join the Loki Familia is already Level 3s and only a few Level 2s who's already on the verge of leveling up.

By this time, however, all of her hopes of being in a great adventure and contributing to her allies almost vanished. But even then, she still completely let it go.

Line thought of two ways to improve herself and the first one is to study and try to improve her healing ability. She spent her time studying and consulting doctors about a person's body and gained significant knowledge and understanding about the topic to the point that those who teaches and advise her to applaud her genius ability.

But all of that was for naught as she wasn't able to improve her healing magic at all since she didn't know how she should integrate the knowledge and wisdom she earned to her magic itself. It was already too late when she noticed this fact. If not for having innate interest at the topic itself, she would have dubbed it a useless effort.

Not giving up, she went towards the second solution. To have a secondary role. She's thinking that if she works hard in the Dungeon fighting, she could gain fighting experience and level up while at it. But she also underestimated this part. Although she was able to breeze through the upper floors, when faced by War Shadows who can dodge her attacks and surround her, she's helpless if not for the group's help.

She finally realized that she doesn't have any talent in fighting. Giving up all hope, she now only intends to support her comrades from the backlines with her not so effective healing and marginally stronger body as a supporter.

With tears threatening to fall from her eyes, Line immediately apologized and wiped it, "I'm sorry for telling you such a depressing story."

Sona sighed in response, "It's really a depressing story, but not an uncommon one either..."

Line could only smile wryly at her words, "You're right... It's not uncommon and there are other people there you has it harder..."

"So you're giving up?" For some reason, Sona couldn't just leave her like this, 'It's probably because she reminds me of my servants... My family...' Unlike Rias who has unique servants, Sona's servants are mainly composed of those who want to go against their fate.

Line thought for a moment and looked up, "How strange... Even though I'm about to lose my life earlier and the most logical thing to do is to stop... Even though I already told myself that I should give up and spare myself some useless effort..."

"Didn't you want to go on a great adventure?" Sona asked.

Line's eyes opened wide, 'How could I forget?... How could I as for a great adventure when I'm already giving up at the starting line?...'

However, despite realizing that, Line is still unsure, 'Which way should I go now?' She knew that sooner or later, she would lose her life at the futile attempt of searching her path sooner or later. But even then, she can't give up. At least, she wanted her dream to keep on burning.

"How about I show you the way?" Sona suddenly said which roused Line in her deep thoughts. Sona's expression is a Devil who's tempting a mortal to wish for something in exchange for his or her soul.