Part 2

  School? Why was that Goddess sending me back to school?! Even more so, why middle-school?! Sure it was the tail end of it and I was going to graduate, but I didn’t want to waste my time with school in general. Then I got it, it was a way to pce me closer to the action when it happens.

  Did I want to deal with devils and the three biblical factions after I graduate and go to Kuoh? Fuck no. However, something tells me that I won't have a choice at all. Something told me that my ‘sponsor’ would do something unpleasant if I just turtle up. There was also Witchbde who had high expectations for me.

  I put down my smartphone, still in disbelief that I was going to be a Kuoh student next school year. The wyer who manages my money just called me and told me that my application will be accepted if I maintain my grades. This caused me to panic a bit as I feared for the worst, the anime's school uniform was straight out of a hentai doujin, showing pantyshots all the time. It was way too short!

  I will have to wear shorts under my skirts I guess… Then something else struck me, I haven’t used Witchbde yet, I needed to know I would transform in to the skimpy slutty armor until I could make it go over my clothes and put more armor pieces on. I put my phone on the low table and next looked at the small silver bracelet on my right hand.

  “Witchbde, how do I materialize your armor?”

  {Before that… My Host, you should take off your clothes. Armoring up is a learning curve.}

  I remembered how stripperific the Witchbde armoring up process was. Looking down at my clothes, a red shoulderless sweater and tight bck pants. I was blushing as I imagined my new body completely naked. I was still thinking of this body as mine at the moment. “You're right.”

  It was how five minutes ter, I found myself naked in the bathroom, hoping that nothing bad happened. I looked exactly like Yor Briar, a way younger version of her. The young woman staring back at me looked graceful and tall with a slender frame. She has long, straight, bck hair reaching her mid-back with short bangs framing her forehead and upturned red eyes.

  This caused me to smile, and think, *Damn, I’m hot. No, I’m gorgeous.*

  My eyes fell on the chest and they were perfect, not too big or too small. My boobs didn't bother me when I fought or was running. It was at this moment that I willed the Witchbde to cover me. The bracelet switched to its gauntlet form until it elongated to my entire arm with sharp, silver metal with red and blue jewels on the back side of the palm.

  Only my most sensitive areas were being covered; in the end it became a metallic bikini that ftters my body. “Witchbde… you're beautiful.”

  {Not as much as you.} The entity replied smoothly.

  And this is when it dawned on me that Witchbde is male as I picked up desire to be with me from his emotion. It was like having a boyfriend/admirer with me all the time. It didn't bother me, but something told me that Witchbde was a jealous lover.

  Shaking my head, I began to train deploying and making the armor disappear while taking poses before the mirror. My headband fell off and it was revealed that I have really long hair that fell down the middle of my back. In my previous body it barely reached my shoulders and it was really thick and curly; here, it was different. it was silky and straight.

  It finally clicked in my head that this was me, that this was my body now and that I really really liked it. I stopped being a narcissistic bint and returned to my training and got the knack of armoring up or just wanting the gauntlet on my entire arm or shoulder. I was happy to see that my armor looked more and more like the previous wielder named Danielle Baptiste. It looked fairy-like and this made me think that Witchbde could also allow me to fly.

  With this thought, the artifact responded to my need and angel-like silver and golden wings sprouted from my back. They looked razor sharp and deadly. Too bad that I couldn't just fully deploy them in the bathroom; flight training will be for ter outside.

  {I'm proud of you, but the true test will be to see if you can manifest the armor over your clothes or under them.} Witchbde advised while also helping me focus on what was important.

  I nodded, I wasn't Sara Pezzini, I wouldn't let myself become an accidental stripper. Mastering the use of the witchbde was paramount, being able to communicate with the entity representing the artifact was an advantage that I wouldn't squander.

  However reality made an ass out of me ten minutes ter; when I got disposable clothes to fit me and armored up, only for them to get shredded repeatedly by the sharp bdes of my silver armor. I had to stop after the fourth outfit became nothing but pieces of ripped and torn fabric.

  {Don't give up.}

  “I'll go out tomorrow and buy more expandable clothes and try again.” I swear that I will master armoring up!

  # # #

  The next day…

  I discovered that people in Japan are weird and oddly strict, they don't like people that don't conform. I realized that me wearing a biker leather suit, a jacket and a bck cat-eared Hello Kitty helmet while riding my Kawasaki Ninja 250R was atypical.

  It's only this morning that I discovered that I have a motorbike license and a vehicle in my small garage. My past life skills transted rather well into this one, piloting a motorbike had been one of my hobbies. On the way to the mall I thought about what I was going to buy at the Kuoh Mall, mainly spare cheap t-shirts and leggings.

  People got out of my way or looked at me since I parked my bike in the motorbike parking space of the mall. If I remember well, female bikers are considered delinquent in Japan; a Sukeban, that's what they may think I am. Sukeban is a Japanese word referring to delinquent girl gangs or the leader of the gang. The gangs had their origins in disruptive petty criminal student groups in schools and colleges.

  Sukeban girls sported a very distinctive look. Japanese sailor-style and western-influenced school uniforms were modified and exaggerated. Skirts were actually lengthened, possibly in rejection of the sexualised school girl miniskirt, while their tops were embzoned with gang motif embroidery.

  Yeah no, I am not going there; I wasn't a criminal and I didn't intend to become one. I wasn't an anarchist or someone who liked making problems for others. Order was awesome, it allowed me to have the internet and all the stuff I can watch and read. Why would I want to fuck it up? I was more liable to kill anyone disrupting my life or that of those I held dear.

  I stopped walking at that, the thought of killing someone came that easily? Wow, I truly have changed, it seems power really does corrupt absolutely, but I don't want to turn into a monster; I need focus. I need a code. That's when it struck me, I knew of a code that I could follow; I pyed Assassin's Creed with my brother and I liked the story and universe.

  The Assassin's Creed, often referred to as the Creed, was a code and guiding philosophy of the Assassins upheld from the High Middle Ages until the modern era. It restricted unnecessary sughter of innocents, preserved the reputation of oneself and of the Order, and was meant to create peace not only within the world, but within the individual.

  "Nothing is true, everything is permitted" is the Creed's maxim and primary guideline.

  To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

  I actually had a problem wrapping my mind around it. Later I would ponder about my code, there is shopping to be done. I walked toward Hanamasa supermarket while ignoring the gnce of the men and women around me.

  # # #

  3 hours ter…

  There was a sale on cheap work t-shirts and I bought enough skirts and underwear to fill two wardrobes. It's crazy the type of services offered in Japan. There was a delivery service in the mall and all I had to do was ask for it.

  I bought more groceries to cook European dishes and start on my baking hobby. Everything would be delivered at 4 in the afternoon, it's currently 2 PM. This is how I left the supermarket and went to the nearest book store and started buying manga, light novels, Italian nguage books and ‘How to’ books focused on Hacking and DIY stuff to maintain a house.

  However, life hit me when I saw Hyoudou Issei in the R-18 aisle of the shop. He wore a blue hoodie and dark blue jeans with sneaker shoes on his feet.

  The boy was making a lewd face as he perusing a doujin manga briefly, then put it in the half-full shopping basket at his feet. I was wondering why no one was stopping him from buying anything from the R-18 part of the shop.

  I kept an eye on him until something else attracted my attention; the entire Sailor Moon series, Ranma half and Inuyasha was present here. I went crazy and started to buy all the series I liked. Inevitably, my shopping brought me to the R18 aisle where Issei was still standing and next to him was the Yuri section.

  I couldn't judge the guy, I was a pervert but I hid it really well. Still, I didn't speak to him and he didn't notice me as I walked like a silent shadow next to him. When he finally did, I had Magical girl Sera-Tan volume 1 in my hands; I couldn't help but find the art really good and the heroine looked just like Serafall Leviathan…

  Feeling Issei's gaze on me, I turned my gaze toward him and said, “Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me, is there something that I can do for you?”

  “B-beautiful…” The boy found himself stuttering as he stared at me.

  I nodded and put on a shy smile. “Ah, thank you for the compliment.”

  The brown haired boy spttered, almost letting go of the porn manga in his hand. “Oh, sorry!”

  I tilted my head. “Being appreciative of beauty isn't a crime.”

  The boy nodded, flustered by what I said. I slightly bowed my head and introduced myself, “My name is Usagiyama Iori, who might you be?”

  He stood straight as he said, “Hyoudou, Hyoudou Issei!”

  “Hyoudou-san, you're… a man of culture, I see.” I smiled as I pointedly looked at the porn manga in his hand.

  The poor boy squeaked and hid it behind his back, it was hirious. Putting a hand on my mouth, I started to giggle, then I gnced around, no one was there to interrupt us. We were two teenagers in the R-18 section of the store and the employees were doing nothing? Strange.

  “Don't worry, Hyoudou-san, I understand your interest. I won't judge you for it.” I put the Magical Levia-tan manga in my shopping basket.

  The boy's eyebrows raised to his forehead as he saw me stash the pornographic adult manga, the expression on his face was incredibly comical to see.

  Issei looked at me as if I was some kind of rare unicorn. “R-really? Other girls call me a pervert and scoff at me or run away at this point.”

  Did no one expin things clearly to that young man? What are his parents doing? He needs to be taught restraint. I needled him with a stare as I told him, “You have to realize, Hyoudou-san, that being so btantly interested in erotica and reading it in public mark you with a certain stigma. You have to be more subtle in the cultivation of your hobby to still be socially connected or tainted by a bad reputation. You intend to get a girlfriend and have a family ter I presume?”

  Issei nodded. I bet that he wanted a harem like in canon. But to obtain such a thing, Issei needed to strive to better himself first; girls only men of worth, not boys.

  I asked him while pointing my hand at the book in his hand, “Then why are you doing this? Making lewd and perverted faces in public while reading porn manga? You should be more discreet and think of your future and work on yourself to make yourself attractive to women to at least consider you as a viable candidate for a future together with you.”

  Issei gave me a hard long look, as if I was the first one to have expined this to him. He became meek and asked in a little voice and while scratching behind his head, “But… how do I do that, Usagiyama-san?”

  This wasn't the rampant and self assured pervert that I saw in the anime or light novel. The boy looked lost and gave me puppy eyes while asking for help.

  *Shit, am I going to become some kind of life coach to this boy or something? Canon is gonna get fucked…

  I remembered the events of Canon and…. Fuck Canon, that monstrosity needed to die anyway. With a sigh, I said, “Oh, I see; you need more help than I thought.”

  “Umu. Very well, I shall help you. Do you mind giving me your number?” I took my phone from the inner pocket of my leather jacket.

  Issei’s eyes widened and he stammered. “M-my phone number? Are you really sure, Usagiyama-san?”

  I cannot in good conscience leave him like this, I live on this pnet and DxD Ex is a terrible thing. I looked into his eyes and smiled at him, “Of course, Hyoudou-san.”

  The boy blushed and fished his phone from his jeans’ right pocket. We exchanged numbers while I told him that I would call him tonight and then we parted amicably. I had all my purchased manga delivered alongside the bookshelves I bought delivered to my house at the end.

  A pn was slowly forming into my mind; but first I needed to train myself to be someone that the boy could look up to.

  A/N: I don't pn to diabolize Issei in this fic, but the MC will give him good advice and allow him to be the best version of himself he could be.

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