Chapter 61

[Third Person's PoV] 

That class was just an introduction to what to expect: how to take care of your summons and how to fight with them by your side.

The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Orochi, which made Futarou inwardly scoff and found it ironic.

After the class ended, Futarou judged that although Mr. Orochi was a spy, he knew how to teach students.

At the end of the day, Futarou decided not to report anything to Tsunade for two reasons: one, it's not his problem until it is, and two, if more than one spy managed to enter the school, then it's more her problem than his.

Since class had ended, the school day was finally finished. Futarou walked outside to find Erza waiting for him.

"You didn't have to wait for me, you know," Futarou said, walking towards her.

Erza nodded. "I do have to wait for you. I brought you to school, so it's my responsibility to take you home."

"Okay, Mom," Futarou teased.

Erza scoffed. "As if I would have a child as bothersome as you."

Futarou clutched his chest in mock offense. "Wow," he said as they both got inside the limousine.

Erza just looked at Futarou in triumph before snatching Eevee away from him.

"So, what did you think about today?" Futarou asked, starting a conversation.

Erza shrugged. "It was okay. Some of the students looked strong, and some teachers were interesting. Overall, it was a good experience."

The two continued their conversation until Futarou's expression turned serious.

"What?" Erza asked, seeing Futarou look into the distance.

"It appears we have a guest in the house," Futarou said as they arrived in front of his estate.

Erza looked at Futarou with a puzzled expression. "Don't worry about it," Futarou said as he exited the car. "Thanks for the ride, Erza."

"It was nothing," Erza responded before the limo drove away.

Futarou summoned everyone from his summoner space. "Please tell me you all feel that as well."

They all nodded, while Tohru went pale in the face. Scáthach had an excited expression. "Whoever is in there is a powerful being..."

Futarou and the others walked towards the house and entered.

They saw a large older man sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and a pissed expression. Futarou's dad looked away with a scared expression. Even his dragon spirit, sitting on the couch, was shivering in fright. Hearing someone enter, they all turned towards Futarou, and the older man narrowed his eyes.

"H-Hello, Father," Tohru said a bit nervously.

The older man scoffed. "So you finally remembered you have a family."

"FATHER!?" they all shouted, except for Futarou, who was looking the older man in the eyes.

"What brings you here?" Tohru asked, regaining her composure.

"What do you think? I'm bringing my runaway daughter home."

"Yeah, no, that's when I intervene. I'm afraid Tohru isn't going anywhere, Father-in-law," Futarou said, standing in front of Tohru.

An overbearing pressure almost crushed Futarou, but he undid his seal and expelled his own pressure, causing them to clash.

"What did you call me?" the old man coldly asked.

"What, growing too old for your dragon ears to work properly? I called you father-in-law," Futarou said, looking at him with a challenging smirk.

"Futarou, why are you provoking him? Provoking him isn't a very good idea," Tohru said nervously.

The old man stood up and walked towards Futarou. Even with Futarou's height, Tohru's father was still taller than him.

"I don't know the reason why you call me your father-in-law. But do you think you're strong enough to stop me from taking my daughter if I wanted to?"

"Why don't we test that and find out?" Futarou said, their pressures still crashing against each other.

"I don't know if I should commend you for your bravery or chastise you for your foolishness. Do you honestly believe a puny human such as yourself can stand to the height of a dragon?"

"No," Futarou said plainly.

The old man scoffed, but before he could continue, Futarou's eyes turned into pinwheels and a wisp of conqueror's Haki expelled from him.

"I can surpass it," Futarou said with a confident grin.

The old man was a little stumped, but before he could say anything, Tohru got between the two of them.

"All right, that's enough." Tohru clung to Futarou and glared at the old man. "And Father, I would very much appreciate it if you don't try and kill my mate."

"What!?" The old man shouted and roared.

He then took a sniff of Tohru, and his face went pale. He slowly turned towards Futarou, "Follow me," he commanded.

Futarou was confused but followed him. The others looked between themselves and also followed curiously.

Futarou realized he was leading them towards the training room. 'How does he know about it?' 

When they entered, the old man started releasing a pressure stronger than anything Futarou had ever felt before, stronger than anything Scáthach had even released. The old man's dragon eyes were glowing with fury. "FOR THE ACT OF DEFILING MY DAUGHTER, I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LOWLY HUMAN GARBAGE!!!" he yelled as his figure started to grow larger and larger, eventually dropping onto all fours and growing red scales all over.

Paralyzing killing intent washed over all of them. Futarou saw large piles of bodies and a river full of blood, with a red dragon looking down at everything.

Futarou let out a sigh, took off his blazer, and threw it to the side while taking Chastiefol from his back and slowly pulling his tie down. "Puck, Fusion."

Puck gave a challenging grin, "I was waiting for you to say that…"

Everyone backed away from Futarou as Puck turned more into a spirit and entered Futarou. Futarou hunched over as fur started covering his body and his hair turned silver. His clothes disappeared inside him.

"ROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRR!!" Futarou let out a loud roar as a wave of power overcame him and expelled outward like a giant gust of wind.

Futarou put Chastiefol by his mouth, got on all fours, and growled excitedly.

His figure blurred as he rushed towards the dragon. The dragon roared in anger before flapping its wings and flying towards Futarou. It opened its mouth, gathering a beam of destructive flames, while Futarou jumped into the air and appeared near the dragon's head.

Futarou had an arm back and claws out, ready to strike, while a ball of fire formed in the old man's mouth.

Both were ready to confront each other.…