Chapter 28

What joy! To feel my bones shatter! To feel my knuckles cracking! To feel my bones thrumming as they strook her cheek.

Ah, truly... this is bliss.

To not worry about anything, and just enjoy a good old fashioned fist fight. Such a beautiful thing...

I'm covered in my own blood, my shirt is open and torn to shit. Yet regardless of all this, I couldn't feel lighter. There isn't a thought on my mind except for my fists.

Why...

Why am I always so concerned about things? Is it... just how I am?

Probably. Well, right now, I couldn't care less!

Feeling my fist impact her face, brought me such joy that I didn't know how to feel. I'm brutalising a woman, yet she's enjoying it just as much as I am.

"Are you feeling your blood yet?" She shouted before punching me in the throat. My entire body felt heavy after that, yet my knees didn't bend. "Never fall to your knees. Keep your pride, Surrender and I'll kill you. Hold your head high. Humble is fine, but never let someone question your ability."

Ah, truly prideful. But I understand.

Some level of pride is good.

But too much is toxic.

"All right then. Let's end this!" Recklessly, I swung my leg at her midsection, but it was caught this couldn't-

As I was clobbered with a heavy punch, I fell straight on my back. Shit. That was good. I felt her drop onto my midsection, planting herself there before reeling back a punch.

Forming a wall with my arms, just before the punch connected, i thrust my pelvis upwards and threw the woman off of me. Standing up, I went into a full sprint and crashed my knee directly into her chin. Next, I took a step to the right, before immediately spinning on that foot into a roundhouse kick.

Once again, the lioness was rattled and i refused to let up. Dashing back in, I swung an uppercut right at her chin, yet after two consecutive strikes to the chin, she couldn't react.

It feels wrong to say this... but the absolute rush I got after my last strike. To watch my opponent fall to the ground after beating them, it is one of the greatest things I've ever felt. My fists were bloody, my breathing was ragged, my butler suit was a bit torn.

But overall, it was fun.

Really fun!

"Good job. Maybe I'll teach you someday. But now that you're... I'm being too generous if I call you stable. Calm? We'll... just go with that. It's been hammered into you not to worry so much, push everything to the side. But it's important you learn some techniques with a blade. Because your handling of us is subpar." That's...

Yeah. Even kenpachi only fought with one sword, so his style won't do.

Two sword styles... my mind is blanking on any swordsman. Even then, my blades are uneven. Uneven...

Uneven.

Miyamoto Musashi.

He fought with two blades, one katana and a wakizashi. I... think thats what I have.

I'm no expert on swords. But a katana is obvious, and a wakizashi is a bit shorter. Why did I imagine the blades as uneven?

Was it... subconscious? But... thats... thats not how the visionary works... is it?

I'm... I'm... not even sure anymore.

Before my thoughts could continue, I noticed I was back in the cabin. Only ophis was there, calm as can be, sad staring at me.

I should check on the others.

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Tranquil, calm and peaceful.

Those 3 words fully encompassed the natural air of the frozen forest.

That air was consistently being broken by the sounds of flesh striking flesh. Walter could hear it very well, each punch was more guttural than the previous one. To say it excited him was...

You get the point.

But when it came into view, Walter was genuinely impressed.

Progress is expected, but this fast? Well... she could be a genius. That's most likely the case. Granted, Tenjiro wasn't using his schrift and neither was derieri.

Regardless, still impressive.

Taking a seat at the edge of the arena, I watched. And it was interesting. Usually, derieri fights by morphing one of her arms into more of a claw and strikes with her other fist.

Full aggression, no defence.

But it would seem that Tenjiro has forced a change in her style. Instead of just one arm being covered in darkness, both were. Every time tenjiro dodged a punch, she shifted her darkness to try and Stab the Yakuza.

Tenjiro was fast enough to avoid, but it was a simple strategy. And also means that she could end a fight with one punch if applied correctly. Say, she buries her fist into your gut, a slight manipulation of her darkness and your insides would be eviscerated.

I can assume Tenjiro came up with it.

"Care for small talk?" The zero squad member quipped to the stone faced demon.

"Bottom line, don't wanna." Walter always found it such a strange yet simple way of speaking.

Come to think of it... he only mixed DXD and bleach. So, how come she was here? It didn't make sense, and he didn't have the slightest clue.

"Well, quite lonely here, aren't cha luv?" And I felt time ripple as she appeared next to me.

"Has Tenjiro just left you to your own devices?" A nod from the British lady confirmed my suspicions. "I see. So how's progress going?" I turned to my left, seeing her pop into reality again. It's... really strange. Both to see and feel.

"I can move about five seconds ahead. I haven't been able to move my time backwards though..." honestly, I don't have a frame of reference, but I assume chronomancy must not only be tiring but stressful.

The bags under her eyes tell me that too. Now that it comes to mind, do we have a living quarters for the Sternritter?

I don't think we do.

Alright, on my schrift went, and I started to thinking. Bit, by bit. Inch, by inch. Centimeter by Centimeter.

And now, a two floor Japanese Inn. I have always found Japanese architecture to be Aesthetically pleasing. Not only that, but the tatami are really soft and the general air it gives is serene.

"I appreciate the choice, Walter." A hand slapped onto my shoulder, I could immediately tell it was Tenjiro by his reiatsu.

"Bottom line, looks nice." Someday, I need to learn to understand her. I can get the surface level meaning, but there's likely more to her words. Looking at her also reminded me...

She needs clothes.

Yet theres only one person i know who is an expert at making clothes.

And I still don't want to be anywhere near her.

I could make the clothes myself, but I lack a keen eye and fashion sense that Senjumaru has. In fact, I also would have to make clothes in her exact size. I don't know her sizes.

"Walter? You thinking about something?" Tenjiro piped up, for better or for worse, he's exceptionally good at reading people.

"Derieri needs clothes, but... I'd rather not visit her." Tenjiro sighed, I remember her saying that they don't get along too well.

That's... very unfortunate.

"I'll... go. I need to speak to her anyway." Can't keep avoiding her forever, I need to sort things out. I can't just pretend she doesn't exist. At the end of the day, what I did was my fault, even if she spurred it on. I didn't need to. I could've said no.

But I didn't.

And then, silence ensued. Lena and Derieri didn't have a clue as to what we were talking about. So, I decided to elaborate.

"Derieri. Soon, I'll be taking you to meet a very... interesting woman." That was the only word I could think of that would encompass everything I thought about her.

Interesting.

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Vengeful Soul Revival

A spell that revives the dead. Attaching to their lingering regrets, the dead seek out the object of their vengeance. And whether it be human or Vampire, their power is amplified by several times.

Needless to say, Melascula could influence which souls were brought back. But it was nothing so specific as individuals.

Think of it like a filter, where Melascula filtered the revival to only revive those with grudges against the Tepes.

Be it weak or strong, they wouldn't perish until it was done.

"Will this truly be enough?" The vampire Queen was biting her nail over such a disgraceful technique.

"Well, most likely. The support of your people is very important when starting a war. But as you explained, the support of the tepes belonged to their Kings brother. Who, under mysterious circumstances, died. Yet, he was revived by Melascula." Carmilla paused, considering the possibilities-

"A revolt. I'll say it again, you truly are a scary woman." The serpent spoke up, taking a jab at sunny who only giggled.

"Normally, Soul society would get involved. But Soul Society is not yet under proper management." Yamamoto has yet to establish the gotei thirteen. At the moment, Soul society is simply a place where atheistic souls reside. And so, messing with souls won't get any bad will with soul society just yet.

Maybe some gods of the afterlife.

But not Soul Society.

And so we have free reign.

A large blast disturbed our conversation, moving to the balcony, we saw a truly interesting sight.

The supply storage.

It was up in flames. Like one big bonfire with an entire countries resources as fuel. Truly, a great bonfire.

"Well. I think the souls are already at work." Melascula smirked as she floated in the air, lazily lay there as if lounging around.

"It shouldn't be long now. Let's go observe." Melascula was instantly torn from her leisure as Sunny grabbed her, space seeming to blur before her eyes until they were once again floating above a structure. A castle.

The burning castle of which held the countries resources.

"You're fast." Sunny didn't respond, watching on with a smile. Despite all the screams of pain and agony, Sunny was unfazed.

What monster, thought the demon.

"BROTHER!" A mans voice yelled from the bonfire castle. A regal sounding man, one who's rage was greater than this flaming pyre.

"I SHALL TAKE YOUR HEAD!" His screams of vengeance promised pain, promised the death that he had experienced. From the ashes of the castle door, the man walked out, wearing a royal suit befitting of a king. His hands and suit stained in blood.

His pale skin and bright red eyes gave hints to his inhumanity.

"I WILL HAVE MY THRONE!"

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"Hey Walter?"

"Yes, Lena?"

"If... if you ever met someone... someone with the same goal as you. What would you do?"

"Hmm..." the purple haired man paused, truly considering the question before he released a hollow laugh, a miserable smile on his face.

"I'd kill them."

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Omake - Newgates trip to Chaldea

Ah, today was a new day. Right after singularity F. I had managed to get three Saints Quartz.

That's enough for a Summon!

Putting on my Chaldea uniform, a couldn't help but gush at how comfortable the mystic code was. So soft, so snug, yet perfectly warm.

Like I'm under a blanket!

Heading straight for my door, i opened it to see my servant.

"Mash!" Leaping at her, I gripped her with all my might, hugging as hard as I could.

"Ah, Senpai! You're energetic today." Energetic...

"How could I not be!? I have enough for a summon, and a very good feeling!" Mash sighed, shaking her head.

"You've said that alot, Senpai. But you always end up so disappointed." Yes, but today would be different. I could feel it!

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A blue humming vein appeared on the back of her neck as she ran through the halls of humanities last bastion.

Mash noticed it, clearly confused, but suddenly, it disappeared. Making a mental note, Mash would be sure to ask Da vinci later, but for now, she needed to keep an eye on Senpai so she didn't hurt herself.

As they burst into the summoning room, Romani waved to them with bags under his eyes.

"Summoning time!" Rushing to the summoning circle, Gudako placed the three Saints Quartz on the edge of the circle, and without any input from the machines, the circle lit up.

Mash noticed the veins lighting up again as well, slightly concerned for her safety.

But before anyone could say a word, a large burst of Magic filled the room, enough to crush everyone and as such, they had all fallen to the ground. Nobody was able to stand.

"Ah, why do you all look so familiar? Yet I remember none of you. Regardless, Servant Class Berserker. True Name, it won't mean much, but my name is Walter Newgate." The all encompassing pressure suddenly disappeared, allowing everyone to stand.

"Walter... Newgate?" The purple haired man nodded, both eyes staring at the girl, piercing through her.

"Oh..." in but a blink, he was now in front of her, seemingly examining her. "Blut vene... Well, I'll do my best to take care of you, my Daughter." Dead silence descended in the room.

"Eh?

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I really like writing omakes. A refreshing break for the constant seriousness of Walter's story.