New Beginnings

As Akira stepped into the halls of the Magic Academy, excitement and anticipation coursed through his veins. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life, a chapter filled with magic and possibility. But as he looked around, he couldn't help but notice the absence of his fellow students.

"Where is everyone?" he asked, turning to Raphael Azazel, his teacher and guide.

Raphael glanced around the empty halls before turning back to Akira with a knowing smile. "All of the students are currently on vacation or on missions. They will be back in one or two weeks. Until then, it's just you and Mia here."

Akira's heart sank at the thought of being the only male student in a school full of girls. But then, a mischievous glint appeared in his eye as he remembered Mia's presence.

Mia, a third-year student at the academy, greeted him with a playful smirk. "Looks like it's just you and me, Akira. How will you survive in a school full of girls?"

Akira felt a blush rise to his cheeks as Mia's teasing words hit their mark. "I-I meant the previous students, not the current ones," he stammered, trying to salvage some dignity.

Mia laughed, her laughter echoing through the empty halls. "Oh, you naughty boy," she teased, earning another flush of embarrassment from Akira.

Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Akira quickly moved to sit at a safe distance from Mia. But she wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"Aw, don't be like that, Akira. It's no fun if you're all the way over there," Mia pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a mock pout.

Raphael, sensing the tension between his students, stepped in to diffuse the situation. "It seems there's a problem, Akira," he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Akira looked up, puzzled. "What problem?"

Raphael sighed, his expression grave. "Your power is relative to Indian mythology, and your weapon, the Gandiva Bow, is incredibly rare. You'll have a hard time mastering it."

Akira's chest swelled with pride at the mention of his weapon. "I've already learned about the Gandiva Bow," he declared confidently.

Summoning his bow, Akira attempted to manifest an arrow, but his efforts were in vain. The arrow fizzled out before it could fully materialize, leaving Akira feeling frustrated and disappointed.

Raphael approached him, a quiver of arrows in hand. "The first attempt was just a flicker," he explained. "Here, take these arrows. Since you haven't mastered manifesting them yet, you'll have to rely on your ki or magic to shoot them."

Akira nodded, accepting the arrows with a sense of determination. He may not have mastered the art of manifesting arrows, but he was determined to make the most of his abilities.

With Raphael's guidance, Akira began to practice shooting arrows using his ki and magic. It wasn't easy, but with each attempt, he felt himself growing stronger and more confident.

As the days passed, Akira learned to manipulate his ki with precision, channeling it through his bow to unleash devastating attacks. With each shot, he felt a sense of satisfaction and pride, knowing that he was one step closer to mastering his powers.

And as he looked to the future, he knew that his journey was just beginning. With Raphael and Mia by his side, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge that he was not alone. Together, they would unlock the secrets of his past and forge a new destiny in the magical world.

As Akira and Mia made their way to the site of Akira's official solo fight against a stray youkai, tension hung heavy in the air. The anticipation of the impending battle weighed on Akira's mind, but Mia, ever the teasing companion, was determined to lighten the mood.

"So, Akira, nervous about your big fight?" Mia teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Akira rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at Mia's antics. "Not at all," he replied, his voice laced with mock confidence. "I'm more worried about whether you'll be able to keep up with me."

Mia laughed, her laughter echoing through the empty streets. "Oh, please. I could take you down with one hand tied behind my back."

As they reached the designated battleground, Mia wasted no time in creating a protective barrier around the area. With a nod of encouragement from Mia, Akira stepped forward, ready to face his opponent alone.

As he scanned the area, his senses heightened, Akira spotted his adversary—a Hitotsume-kozō, a one-eyed goblin known for its mischievous nature and insatiable appetite.

The Hitotsume-kozō grinned wickedly, its single eye gleaming with malice. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little human looking for a fight?"

Akira's jaw tightened, his resolve hardening as he gazed at the creature before him. "You won't be laughing for long," he replied, his voice dripping with determination.

As the battle commenced, Akira wasted no time in launching himself at the Hitotsume-kozō, his fists crackling with ki energy. But the creature proved to be a formidable opponent, easily dodging Akira's attacks and retaliating with swift and precise strikes of its own.

Frustration gnawed at Akira's insides as he struggled to gain the upper hand. But then, an idea sparked in his mind—a way to turn the tide of the battle in his favor.

Summoning his Gandiva Bow, Akira focused his energy, channeling it into a normal arrow adorned with a magic circle. With a swift motion, he let the arrow fly, its trajectory aimed directly at the Hitotsume-kozō's head.

The creature let out a roar of pain as the arrow struck true, embedding itself in its skull. But before it could react, Akira uttered a spell under his breath, his voice low and steady.

"[Fire Magic: Bomb]," he whispered, his words infused with power.

Instantly, the normal arrow burst into flames, engulfing the Hitotsume-kozō in a fiery explosion. The creature let out a final scream of agony before succumbing to the flames, its form dissipating into nothingness.

As the smoke cleared, Akira breathed a sigh of relief, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But his victory was short-lived as a haunting voice echoed in his ears.

"Am I cute?"

Akira's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the source of the voice, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

Standing before him was none other than the legendary Kuchisake-onna, her grotesque visage sending shivers down his spine. Despite the terror that gripped him, Akira knew that he would have to face this new challenge head-on, for the battle was far from over.

As the battle between Akira and Kuchisake-onna unfolded, the air crackled with tension, and Akira knew that he was facing a formidable opponent. With Mia unable to see beyond the protective barrier she had erected, Akira was left to confront the legendary youkai alone.

Kuchisake-onna's voice echoed through the empty streets once more, her tone filled with curiosity. "Am I cute?"

Akira hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he weighed his options. But then, a spark of inspiration ignited within him, and he made a bold decision.

"Yes, you are," he replied, his voice steady and sure.

Kuchisake-onna's eyes widened in surprise at his response. Slowly, she lifted her mask, revealing her grotesque Slit-Mouthed appearance. "Am I cute now?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Akira's gaze softened as he looked upon her, his words sincere. "Yes, you are," he affirmed, his honesty shining through.

To his surprise, Kuchisake-onna blushed at his words, her cheeks tinged with pink. "How... how did you trick me?" she stammered, her voice betraying her confusion.

Akira shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I didn't. I was just being honest."

Kuchisake-onna's eyes widened in realization, and she took a step back, her demeanor shifting from hostility to something akin to admiration. "From now on, you are my new master," she declared, her voice filled with newfound loyalty.

Akira nodded, accepting her declaration with a sense of pride. "In that case, you can call me Akira. And what shall I call you?"

Kuchisake-onna hesitated for a moment before replying, "You may call me Kuon."

With their newfound companionship established, Akira and Kuon made their way back to where Mia was waiting. But as they approached, Mia's demeanor shifted from anticipation to fear, and she drew her sword, ready to defend herself.

"Akira, get behind me!" she commanded, her eyes darting between Akira and the mysterious figure beside him.

But Akira held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks. "Wait, Mia. Let me explain."

Mia's eyes narrowed, her sword still at the ready. "Explain what? That you've made a deal with a legendary youkai? That you've become a womanizer, even in the midst of battle?"

Akira sighed, his frustration mounting. "No, Mia. It's not like that. Kuon here is now under my command, but she means us no harm."

Mia's grip on her sword tightened, but before she could respond, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. Looking down, she saw that she had bitten herself, drawing blood.

"It's true," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. "A legendary youkai is now a slave to Akira. You truly are a womanizer."

As Mia processed the revelation, a shadowy figure watched from the shadows, his eyes filled with malice. Levi Leviathan, descendant of Leviathan, pondered his next move, his mind brimming with schemes and plots. Akira's newfound alliance with Kuon had caught his attention, and he knew that he would have to tread carefully if he hoped to rid himself of his troublesome adversary once and for all.

As Akira, Mia, and Kuon made their way back from the battleground, their thoughts were filled with the events of the day. Akira couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at having gained a powerful ally in Kuon, while Mia was already envisioning the mischief they could get up to together. Kuon, on the other hand, was eager to fulfill her newfound role as Akira's servant, determined to prove her loyalty.

"I can't wait to see Azazel's face when he meets Kuon," Akira remarked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Mia chuckled, her amusement evident. "He'll be surprised, that's for sure. Maybe even a little afraid."

Kuon nodded in agreement, her mask concealing her expression. "But don't worry, Akira. I'll serve you in every way possible."

Mia grinned wickedly, her gaze locking with Akira's. "Even in bed, right, Kuon?"

A blush crept onto Kuon's cheeks as she nodded shyly. "If that's what you desire, Master."

Akira's cheeks flushed at the suggestive banter between the two women, but before he could respond, his attention was diverted by the sight of a familiar figure approaching.

"Sakura?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident.

Sakura Tanaka, his childhood friend, strode towards them with a determined expression, her dark aura swirling around her like a cloak of shadows. Without hesitation, she delivered a swift kick to Akira's shin, her anger palpable.

"Why weren't you at school?" she demanded, her voice sharp with reproach. "And why is the school ignoring the fact that you've been missing for five days? And why are you with these women?"

Akira winced at the barrage of questions, scrambling to come up with a plausible explanation. "Um, well, you see, Sakura, I... I was... uh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mia interjected, her fake smile plastered on her face. "Oh, don't worry about him, Sakura. He's my boyfriend now."

Sakura's eyes widened in shock, her anger giving way to disbelief. "Your boyfriend?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

But before Mia could respond, Kuon stepped forward, her mask hiding her blush. "No, he's my master," she declared, her voice filled with determination.

The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, and the surrounding bystanders stared in disbelief at Akira, envy and jealousy evident in their eyes.

Sakura's world crumbled around her as she processed the news. Without a word, she turned on her heel and ran, her heart heavy with betrayal.

Akira watched her go, a pang of guilt gnawing at his insides. "I... I haven't been dating anyone,Sssakura. It was all just a joke," he called out after her, hoping to calm the growing tension.

But the damage had been done, and Akira couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same between him and Sakura again. As he stood there, surrounded by the people he cared about, he couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to get himself into such a mess.