Chapter 8: Power of Time

Zenkichi gasped as he finished his daily morning workout in his room, drops of sweat trickling down his bare pecs and chiseled eight hard abs.

Getting to be worked up and sweaty was hard for him, what with the Extremis virus in his body and altering his DNA to be superhuman, so he had to be creative.

Waking up by 4 in the morning, he did several types of exercises for an entire hour before he moved to katas, melee weapon training, with the help of Excalibur Mimic that can transformed into any kind of weapon, and lastly, some exercises like 100 push-ups to end it all. Thanks to all that training and the Extremis virus saturating his body, his muscles became even more bulky and defined.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead as he sat down on the edge of his bed, he pulled up his system screen and logged in while he pulled and drink a energy drink on a table near him.

*Ding! User has logged in for day two. Congratulations, You Received Power of Time!

"Pfffttt---" Zenkichi did a spit a take as he read it. Hurriedly wiping his hanged jaw, with wide eyes, he further read the power he received.

"The Power of Time, an ability exclusive to the Agares clan, one of the families from the 72 Pillars, allows the user to control time to a certain extent. It allows the user to create a time barrier which can slow or increase the flow of time within it. The barrier can be expanded to a larger range which can prevent enemies from escaping from it. It is however, far from being the only ability it can do..." Zenkichi let out a gasp as he felt, something, appear within him and some type of energy flowing within him.

A burst of knowledge appeared in his mind and he quickly understood what this energy in his body and the something in his body; it was the power to control time while the energy inside of him was mana he subconsciously absorbed from the atmosphere around him.

Zenkichi looked down and clenched his right hand, his entire arm and eyes glowing orange, and felt a series of changes inside his body being made. He felt as if the Extremis virus was changing and evolving as the mana flows into his body and intertwines with the virus; making his body become even more stronger and durable.

'Unexpected, but I'm not complaining. Highschool DXD is a world of angels, fallen angels, devils, gods, and big busted girls that help power up a guy to the point of killing gods, that world is just bullshit and a magic power to control time is nothing.'

He looks down on himself, bare chested and wearing only long black pajama pants, he raises his right arm to his chest and two blue colored magic circles with mysterious symbols appeared around his forearm. The magic circles glowed as he slightly moved his arm around; fast-forwarding his body's time to three years, making him age to when he'll be 19 years old.

Zenkichi blinked, "Huh, I don't feel any different..." He turned to his full body mirror, the magic circles around his forearm vanished, and gaped, "Oh..."

There on his mirror, was himself. Now 6ft tall, a more musculin handsome face, making him looked to be more European than Asian, some facial hair, rock hard chiseled muscles that looked like it can bounce off bullets, long gorgeous blond hair that reached his perfect toned ass that can compete against a certain American's ass.

Zenkichi stood in front of the mirror with a wide open mouth and said, "Damn. I'm gorgeous! But I think I aged a bit more than three years, I think I'm about my early or mid twenties?"

He just couldn't help it, he started flexing his body in front of the mirror and did a couple bodybuilder poses while flashing a bright pearly perfect smile. He did this for several more minutes before deciding to return his body back to normal before he suddenly becomes a narcissist.

The moment he's back to his sixteen year old self, Zenkichi suddenly went down to his knees and started letting out hard panted breaths. He felt as if his entire body was about to shut down and go unconscious. He looked down at his hands with widened eyes, cold sweat running down his face, and started thinking, 'What the hell... I only just used it twice and it had quickly depleted all of my mana? Well, I did just recently get mana pumped into my veins and the magic to control time; my mana pool is small and like I showed, I don't have true control of time yet. It's going to take a while for me to freely use this magic power.'

He stayed in that position for an entire hour before standing up; his mana pool had gradually filled up for him to move around. He walked out of his room and into the bathroom, taking a quick bath, he walked out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist and entered back in his room to change into his uniform to start the day.

....

Zenkichi blinked his eyes, clear disbelief on his face. He was standing in the student council room with the only other student council, Medaka-chan, who's sitting in a very expensive looking chair with a cup of freshly hot brewed tea, and the person he's staring at.

He pinched the bridge between his eyes and asked, "I'm sorry... but, did you really just deducted all that by just a letter and a messed up shoe?"

Medaka raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Yes, I did."

Just a while ago, Zenkichi and Medaka both got a request from an upperclassman called Ariake-senpai, second year class nine, who had found her running shoes torn apart in her shoe locker along with a threatening letter that said to leave the athletics club. She came to them for help to find the person responsible.

And in less than ten minutes, Medaka had found out major clues on who had done it.

With Clint's memories, Zenkichi had instantly able to find out such clues as well but Medaka had gone above a master assassin and found out a clue in the newspaper words used in the letter: she had found out the specific address the newspaper, the paper words used in the letter, would be delivered at.

'Does that mean she reads and remembers every article in every newspaper? I don't know if that's impressive or dumb...'

Medaka slowly sipped on her tea and said, "I can't imagine that there will be many who fit all the criteria. Let's start searching and find the culprit." As she lowers her cup, she started to tremble with a dark look on her face. Not with fear, excitement, or joy. No. It was anger. She was now glaring angrily. "Actions which undo the hard work of others, crimes which hold back those trying their best. These are the things I hate the most! Zenkichi, I'm angry! In response to a suggestion box request, I am putting the council into action!"

Zenkichi nodded and turned around to follow her order. It was rare to see Medaka angry, and the times he saw her like that? Well, let's just say that she becomes something akin to a super saiyan.

With his skills, it might take about a half a day or a whole to find out who the culprit is. But there is a more easier way.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket and flipped it open, Zenkichi pushed several buttons and dialed to call a certain person. He raised the phone near his ear and started to talk as the connection went through.

"Hey Shiranui, I gotta ask you something..."

.....

Zenkichi glanced back to see Isahaya-senpai, the person who was behind cutting Ariake-senpai's running shoes, slumped down to her knees with her body trembling and eyes watering. Her face was filled with regret and guilt with what she has done.

He let out a sigh and put his hands in his pockets, thinking how anticlimactic that was and how childish it was all; the culprit was being jealous of her junior for being chosen to be the regular runner for the team, so she decided to start threatening her to leave the club. It only took a bit of Medaka running after her, showing her threatening aura and show of faith, as well as his little speech he did, to make her feel regretful for the action she did and break down in tears.

Zenkichi sometimes forgets that this was a highschool and filled with teenagers, no matter how talented and mature looking they are. Teenage drama was bound to happen, and later in the future as well.

His walk came to a stop at a nearby wooden bench and sat on it. Medaka had already told him that she was heading home as classes are over a while ago and their student council work are all finished as well, it was logical for them to go home now. But Zenkichi wanted some time to think to himself.

Tilting his head back by the top rail of the bench, Zenkichi watches as the sky slowly darkens and raises his left hand up and stared at it.

"What am I going to do with my life? I feel like, instead of protecting Medaka-chan, I feel like I'm hiding from her. Scared of her, which is understandable, what with she can do. But that isn't like the Zenkichi she knows, and the person that I am. What do I do?" Silence and the sounds of the blowing answered him.

Groaning, Zenkichi tilted his head back forward and decided to just head on back. But his face suddenly met with something soft.

'What? What is this?' Confused, Zenkichi put his hands up and grabbed onto what was on his face.

"Ah..." A feminine flat voice sounded out above him, freezing Zenkichi in place.

'This soft, warm and squishy feeling and that sound... Could these be!?' Zenkichi immediately backed his head away and stare at a white clothing and tie in front of him, but he couldn't mistake the pair of round melons in front of him that he was still holding.

He quickly released his hands and looked up to apologize, only to be taken aback by the appearance of the girl in front of him.

She has messy purple hair, that seem familiar to him, her face is mostly covered with bandage exposing only her left red eye and mouth, with a dagger sticking out of the right side of her forehead. She had her arms crossed beneath her impressive cleavage, further emphasizing them.

She stared blankly at him with her one exposed eye, showing complete stoicism despite being groped a few seconds ago. Looking at her eye made Zenkichi feel like he was seen through and was naked before her.

The instincts of Clint immediately put him on edge as he analyzed the girl's body language and he quickly put up his guard, sending quick glances around him to see if he was being surrounded or there were just other students near him, Zenkichi slowly clenched his left hand and was ready to use Excalibur Mimic if the situation–

"Oi, become my guinea pig." She straightforwardly said with a flat tone of voice.

Zenkichi choked on air.

"Huh?!"