Chapter 6: Ise-kohai,"

A message that contained numerous pictures with the dates and the places where these were being taken,

and some peculiar bank transactions visible that were gained by browsing within some Grigori-owned branches without being spotted by the efficient security system enforced by the former Fifth-Heaven-led organization.

As I finished putting on my school uniform, I noticed that my right hand, the one that had absorbed the

'Heavenly Energy' from Dohnaseek's final Light Spear, was still suffering some irritation from the minor adjustment to the coils contained within it.

Creating a separate section of my Magical Core meant to be used to accumulate Holy Energy was a blunder

I conceptualized from some theories merely alluded within the Healing Book I had yet to finish to study about.

A Magical Core was something unique that was present within all living beings.

It was the main reactor for everyone's life but only a minor percentage of people could really tap into it and do spells.

Its general purpose was to sustain only a single type of energy, rarely two if the being was something close or a hybrid, most of the cases being Fallen Angels that were born by pure Fallen Angels and humans.

Since my body couldn't hope to survive a sudden injection of holy energy with my Basis-Type Core,

I decided to try and test if the Mithridates' method could be used in this specific situation.

Mithridatism was usually applied about building some immunity to poison by ingesting a small and gradual quantity of non-lethal poison.

In this predicament of mine, I was slowly filtering the Holy energy within my core in the effort of trying to integrate the new energy without causing any major issues with my current biology.

Some sickness had been expected to happen during the lengthy process.

Some minor aching and a partial sensation that was akin to drugs' withdrawal were partly possible during this difficult, but I was glad that the worst that could have happened, which was a complete rejection of the new energy,

was nigh-impossible to be a thing since I wasn't a Devil and I didn't have any reason to be subjected to any energy-rejections that violent.

A Devil was terribly vulnerable against Holy energy which made 'energy transfusion' of said type of energy within a Devil's body a known failure that could easily lead to the death of the subject.

Putting on some bandages over my sickly-pale hand, I decided to also wear a finger-less glove with some minor protective runes that hid the energy pattern contained within it,

It was meant to keep an extra layer of disguise from any Devil specialized in energy-detection within Kuoh.

It wasn't much as there were better means to properly hide out this kind of issues, but I was going to have an easier time at school today without wasting too much time over it.

Walking downstairs to the kitchen room, I was greeted by silence, a steamy plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, and a small paper sitting right beside the food on the table.

I blinked at the lack of people this early in the morning, and my curiosity urged me to take a peek at the little note.

I started to read quietly the content of the small thing, and I sighed tiredly at it.

We will be working overtime and will be home later than usual.

Simple, curt and actually some good news for me.

This message was actually offering me some more opportunity to further study and expand from the books I had in my computer, and see if I could get some more texts I could learn from in the meantime.

With general happiness plastered in my face, I walked out of my house with a happy belly and a good chance of having something productive to do once I was done with the normal day at school.

I yawned, my attention keeping fixed on the teacher as I continued to half-listen to today's lesson about Japanese literature.

I admit I didn't expect the subject to hold this level of difficulty and detailing, with its deep poetry and narration of the various periods, offering some major insights over the Shoguns and the Daimyos of the numerous Eras.

Still, it wasn't worse by any mean to what was European literature, this subject managing to get close enough but also not close enough to make my head hurts every single lesson I took about it.

Part of my focus was also split away from the lecture to glance both at Akeno and Rias.

The two girls were in the same class as I was and they were regarded as the 'favorite duo' of the school by both teachers and students.

Beautiful, smart and, morally graceful.

Those two were quite the grand ambition for many young men seeking girlfriends, respectfully holding a similar kind of appeal that made them popular while also lovable.

A position that many women that studied at Kuoh should normally envy, but it was actually praised and quickly accepted by all girls that looked up at them as role models,

showing that their reputation was way beyond the one that air-headed divas would have to deal with in a normal high school-centered scenario.

I continued to keep a good composure for the rest of the hour, quickly walking out of the classroom the moment the teacher had confirmed the end of his class and had allowed the students to leave the room.

A minor pause of ten minutes would ensue to offer some break to the students.

It was a brief relief but good enough to approach Issei and give him some more details about our planned little chat.

Finding the brunet turned out to be quite the simple task as the boy was usually wandering around the entrance of his classroom during the pauses and, a few moments later,

I was patting his shoulder with a small smile much to his panic and surprise.

A little yelp left his lips but he stopped himself from letting out anything remotely girly as his eyes noticed my figure and recognized me.

"O-Oh, Hoitsu-senpai."

"Good morning, Ise-kohai," I greeted him with a kind smile. "Might I remind you about our discussion about Drag So-Ball?"