High School DxD | War by Chaos

by Bayonett_Boy

Summary:

His world was on the verge of nuclear collapse, endless wars ravaged the world and varied countries on the map, and he could no longer stand so much suffering. Everyone he knew is gone, relatives, friends, girlfriend... He has nothing left, and why survive in a war-torn world with nothing to cling to?

So, he made one last sacrifice.

But now, the world has something different for him, a new opportunity to live the life he can't enjoy, with a rather stolen gacha system, he will venture into the world of High School DxD, as an anomaly capable of shaking society.

Chapter 1: Zerø: The Price of War

I remember it like it was yesterday... February 04, 2028. 

I had barely blown out the candles of the fifteen years when the world collapsed. 

And it was not as he said in the sacred texts that the religious believed so much... There were no gates of heaven opening at the sound of magic trumpets announcing the Last Judgment, or angels descending with swords of fire, and no righteous people snatched up in golden bundles. 

It was something more raw... more human, if you know what I mean. 

World War III broke out like thunder without warning: 

The US, under President Trump, has unleashed an experimental weapon on Hong Kong, China, with a catastrophic effect... THNB-1, a thermonuclear hydrogen bomb. 

On February 6, 2028. 

In a withering response, the Chinese government did not hesitate... and with a single, dry, devastating nuclear strike, wiped New York off the map. The bomb, dubbed Big Fat Boy, not only left craters, but redefined the axis of fear on the planet.

From then on, diplomacy became a ruined theater. Manipulations, provocations and empty promises dug the inevitable moat: an unbridled world war, where every country was swept away by the tide of chaos, forced to choose between surviving or disappearing.

Japan, where I was born and raised, had an old wound... Hiroshima, Nagasaki... marks that time has never completely healed. 

When the Eastern bloc formed, we did not hesitate. The past spoke louder than any neutrality.

On February 11, 2029.

With the army in tatters and the bodies piling up faster than hopes, the Japanese government then made a desperate decision: 

The compulsory recruitment of children and adolescents. Children masked as soldiers, wielding weapons heavier than their convictions.

At 16 years, I was thrown on the front line like someone throwing wood on a fire. There was no glory, no purpose... Just the deaf silence of a war that I didn't ask to inherit.

It was there, amidst screams and smoke, that I took a life for the first time. An Australian soldier. I could smell his fear. His eyes said it all... it was not an enemy, it was a reflex. Two pieces on the same blind board.

He was just another boy lost in the chaos of a senseless war... forced to fight, to kill... like me. But in the end, that was it... it was him, or me. 

His name was Colbee Ashford. I was exactly my age. It was strange to think about it... as if the mirror had turned against me.

I kept his identification plate. Not as a trophy, but as a souvenir. A dirty reminder that, on that day, some part of my soul was on the ground with him.

In June of that same year, they sent me to the air forces. I gained wings, but I lost my breath. 

When I was a child, I dreamed of flying...

Fighter jets cutting through the skies, freedom trickling through the clouds. But there? Every second suspended in the air was like holding the air in your lungs and forgetting how to breathe.

The news came as distorted echoes. But soon came the confirmation, something I expected. 

The planet was dying... 

Nuclear bombs had become a spice of dispute... played with as much banality as salt is spread over food. Some regions have already become radioactive deserts. And, over time, there would be nowhere else to exist.

On March 31, 2030. 

That's when the United States and its allies decided to try to deliver a final blow. One by one, they began to erase the countries that dared to march alongside China. 

The solution was always the same... more bombs. Always them. That day, I was flying over what was once called Egypt. 

The pyramids, legends of an immortal civilization, had been lowered to dust. It was there that I received the transmission. Japan... my home... had been wiped off the map by a rain of fire from all sides. There was no alert... There was no time to react, only silence after the end.

My family... My mother, my sister, even my father, who couldn't even walk, were there. But what now? They were no longer. 

My world was buried in seconds.

Filled with a boiling void, I directed my fighter to the front. It was just me and my pain. Just me and the anger. And in that sky where the air was heavy like lead, I knocked down 66 enemies. 

A petty revenge for every piece of me they destroyed.

It was then that they called me Rodan... from the Monsterverse film series... a fire-winged Demon. An incandescent, unstoppable creature that pulls everything off the ground with a single flapping of its wings.

On April 1, 2030.

During a "truce" that looked more like a sigh between two screams, I received a medal of honor. 

They said I was a hero... 

They said that my deeds had changed the course of the battle. I was promoted to squad leader. But... For what?

The decorations shone with pride, but inside it was just remnants of ashes. 

The war showed no signs of ending, and even if a ceasefire miraculously emerged... Where to go back? The planet was no longer a home for me.

It was ruin. The collapse was already underway, invisible but inevitable. Perhaps the human race would not end up with a bomb, but with the consequences that would come later.

So today... June 6, 2032, more than four years of war.

After so long... I saw how desperate they were.  They made me a general in the Japanese air force, or what was left of it... Me, a 19-year-old young man. 

And yet, I'm here... in the field, in the middle of the storm. But the truth? It's just that I don't know what to do anymore, it's so much pressure...

My entire squad was thrown on a suicide mission, ordered by those damn politicians and ghosts in suits... old men who play war inside their reinforced bunkers, away from blood or radiation... far from heaven.

Now it's just me. A Rodan, like a fiery demon whose shadow is cutting through clouds of destruction. 

I am the last one in the air, hunted by turrets that appear on the horizon and underground, spitting death relentlessly. The sky has turned into a furnace... and me, the last match burning slowly.

I needed to act. Going back was not an option. So... I had only one way left... the last.

I closed my eyes, and for a moment I saw the faces of those I asked for... My mother, my sister, my father... my squad. 

All those whose consequences of war he swallowed mercilessly.... 

With my hands firmly on the controls, I dove toward the heart of the enemy, the barracks of the Western bloc leaders.

Final irony? I used what I have always condemned. A nuclear bomb. Installed only on my fighter, it was my burden, to ensure that the mission was completed even with the death of the squadron.

I waited to feel the impact, the crack of the ground colliding with the fuselage. But there was no time. A flash enveloped me before. Intense, suffocating, absolute. 

For a millisecond, the pain was incandescent, as if the sun itself shot at me. And then, the silence... pure... definitive.

That's how my story ended... too fast... too painful... too necessary. But still... I feared that this would not be the end of the war. 

That conflict had already lasted four long years, and I, knowing humanity as I learned to know, knew that... There would always be someone left to ignite the next spark.

But you know what? That war was no longer my problem. I fucking died! Finally!

He should be terrified, or devastated, but... I've never felt so relieved. It was like letting out a long sigh after years of holding your breath... liberator.

There would be no more makeshift funerals, no senseless orders from superiors, no faces and bodies disappearing into the flames.

Nor memories of my family... those that burned more than any bomb. I just wanted that: peace.

But, of course... Nothing is as we imagine. For the afterlife did not come with harps, or furnaces, or even a valhalla after a lifetime of struggles.

There was no trial in which an animal-headed deity weighed down my heart, nor redemption where I came back to life as an animal. 

Only... nothingness. An absolute and eternal emptiness... It was like falling asleep without ever dreaming.

[•••]

That's it? What a shit huh? 

Is this the destiny of all of us? Fight, destroy and finally wander in the dark... until he forgets to have existed?

(Wonderful.) — I think sarcastically.

I don't know how long I stayed there. In the void, time crumbles like ink in the rain. But it was long enough to erode the contours of my memories. 

I still knew that I loved, that I lost, that I fought... But the faces? The voices? Everything was gone like smoke. 

My mother's name... forgotten, as if I had never met. The sound of my sister's laughter... Muted. Even that firm look from my father... extinct.

Now I was just a consciousness floating in an infinite nothingness, gradually dissolving, as if each memory were a candle extinguishing one by one, until total darkness remained.

(If there is a God of Fate...) — I thought.– (So he's a tremendous son of a bitch.)

That's when something changed.

A sound... weak, mechanical, distant... like an old machine waking up after millennia of sleep. Gears creaking, squeaking, fighting against the very rust of time. And then, that familiar noise... static. 

The dirty crack of a radio coming back to life. The emptiness vibrated. It wasn't sight, it wasn't touch... but something deeper. A frequency that crossed even what I had become. 

Whatever was about to happen... It was the first sign that nothingness was perhaps not as absolute as it seemed.

[Fate is irritated by your insult, my dear human... but still... this being understands his frustration...] — A voice came out of the void.

Feminine, soft, with that trained timbre of a news presenter. It was as if someone had turned the rusty knob on the radio and suddenly tuned in to a TV station.

"Wait~ what!? But what the fuck is this!?" — I found myself screaming in the void, even though I didn't have a mouth. — "Is that you? God?!" 

Certi, so maybe I should apologize for the vocabulary? I called out to Him~ I mean... For Her, apparently... But I never imagined that there would actually be someone on the other side.

And between us, I also didn't imagine that God had a woman's voice... Not that I'm going to complain.

[This assumption of yours could not be more wrong...] — The female voice sounded again, sounding amused. — [This is just the default voice of the system.]

System~ Wow? Like those who appear in the reincarnation stories!? Or are you just a warning system of the void who came to tell me not to insult fate?

[Answer: Yes, you are correct, I am a Macroversal System of Reincarnation... or MSR, I reward those who deserve a new chance to live... and you, my dear friend, were selected after achieving the feat "The Hero's Sacrifice", by throwing yourself into that headquarters and ending the war.] 

The answer came quickly, it was already pre-programmed.

Sure... So it's over... I am amazed that such a war has finally ceased. Miracle, perhaps. 

Amazing, still... The new leaders found no other reason to continue this cursed board game, where each piece was a life pushed to death and decided to give up.

But the damage is already done, that's a fact... 

The world? A radioactive cocoon that is slowly corrupting the protective layers of the planet.

Both sides? "Survivors" who will suffer the consequences sooner or later. This war was neither victory nor defeat... It was a sentence. 

Humanity has dug its own grave with its missiles and hate-laden speeches. And me? I did everything I could. 

I fought, suffered and died... I lost everything for them. What now? Well, them.

[Do you accept this new chance to live?] 

[Yes/No]

Sincerely? 

I planned to stay here and float forever in the void, this seems to be the perfect definition of peace and tranquility I was looking for in a possible afterlife. 

Just me and my mind... nothing more. But look... This place is affecting my mind, which is desperate.

What happens if I say no? Will I stay here, my memories fading until all that's left is an empty soul? Nothing but a shell of what I once was.

No, I want peace, but not of this kind.

So what do I have to lose? I just hope I don't run into another war like this anytime soon. And without further ado, I chose "Yes".

[Confirmation Registered!]

[The System will be adapted according to the user's specifications.]

An image formed in my mind, a translucent white screen with blue borders, which had some gears spinning in the center, below them the name "Loading" flashed in warning.

A while later, the gears gave way to a "Continue" button which, after a few seconds of thinking, I mentally imagined myself pressing.

Let's see what awaits me...

[Macroversal Gacha System, or MGS, is 100% online!] 

Hmmm, gacha? Like Genshin and FGO? I didn't expect that, but I'm accepting anything... It can even be fun, relying on luck to make me strong.

This abbreviation also sounds like the name of a weapon, like SMG.

But like... Won't there be an attribute system? Like strength, dexterity, agility, intelligence, etc.? If not, it looks good... I have something less to worry about.

Will I be able to use magic? To have powers? There are so many questions!

[Beginner's Bonus: You've earned +3 random platinum gacha tickets!]

[Due to the achievement of the feat "The Hero's Sacrifice" in your previous life, you earned +2 Diamond abillty tickets!]

Not wanting to be rude, or anything, but... How does this business work? Could you explain it to me?

[Of course! This system can provide basic answers about how it works for the user's better understanding...]

An image of Hatsune Miku dressed in a hot teacher cosplay, in front of a blackboard was transmitted through the screen in my mind, with some topics written.

[Tickets are the foundation of the gacha system, they are where you can spin the wheel to win: Items, Skills, Traits, Skills, and even Familiars from all over this vast macroverse!] — She explained in a cute tone, but it was still the same voice of the system. — [Tickets are divided into tiers, which are: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Legendary, Mythic, and Divine!]

She explained, turning the blackboard and making a new topic appear .

[But sensei-chan... How do I get these tickets?] — She asked theoretically, putting her finger on her chin, as if in doubt. — [Simple, dear grasshopper... with achievements! You earn a ticket after performing a feat, the tier of the ticket depends on rarity, or the way that feat is performed.]

She explained, turning the frame again and showing a series of videos worthy of being on a YouTube shorts channel. 

[It could be anything... from doing a backflip on the first try and earning a bronze Ticket, or even doing a perfect backflip with two spins in the air between the tip of one cliff and another and earning a Ticket from another or platinum... Killing or defeating someone with no or minimal outside help is also a feat recognized by the system, so this is subjective.]

[His feat in the past life "The Hero's Sacrifice" was something that impressed the system a lot, after all it is grandiose! That's why you earned 2 diamond skill tickets, one of the highest tiers. So enjoy, but don't get used to it!] — She hummed.

[The 3 random platinum gacha tickets are a standard reward for logging into the system for the first time, and you'll only be able to create your appearance and reincarnate after spinning them all... So, good luck!]

An explanation video with a hot Hatsune Miku dressed as a teacher? 

This system sure knows what it does... but it's okay... This video was very informative. So is this how it works? What am I waiting for? 

Let's spin! First the Random tickets...

[Spinning Random Gacha Ticket...]

[And we have... a rare feature!]

[Rare | Golden Rule]

Fate - You can spot treasures from miles away and can sniff out opportunities when they're near you. You gain a sixth sense to obtain riches and treasures.

Isn't that one of Gilgamesh's powers?

This basically ensures that I'll have a lot of money and never go hungry or get poor, which is a relief... if I'm going to reincarnate, I don't want to have to worry about these things... I just want to live my life to the fullest.

One of the first things I'm going to try to do is win some prize by draw, why not?

[Spinning Random Gacha Ticket...]

[And we have... an Elite Abillty!]

[Elite | Metallurgy]

Smithing allows you to create metal at will and control it telekinetically. You are able to create any mundane metal you know and can telekinetically control the metals you have created. The stronger or more complex a metal is, the more energy you'll need to expend to create it.

[Obs: You can only manipulate the metal you create.]

Am I basically a self-sustaining Magneto now? A very useful Skill, I can use it for both defense and attack. 

Although I must be careful not to end up using more energy than necessary, leaving me vulnerable in the process.

I can also try to sell the metals, but I don't know about their value in the market of the place where I'm going to reincarnate, I'll have to do a little research.

[Spinning Random Gacha Ticket...]

[And we have... a rare familiar!]

[Rare | Desert Elemental Duo]

Calamity Mod - A pair of sister elementals born from the shifting sands of the desert. One sister can create and manipulate sand to attack and defend, while the other can cast healing magic and throw cacti-shaped bombs that explode by scattering spike shrapnel at the impact site.

[Obs: You can name them]

A right one for offense and defense, plus one that will support me? I couldn't ask for anything better, I don't know if this "Calamity Mod" is a game, series, movie, or anything else, but I thank you for its existence.

I can teach them some scams based on other media... like the sand elementals themselves in D&D, and even Crocodille's attacks in One Piece... Gaara can also be a good inspiration.

Healing magic can be very useful as long as I don't have any skills, abilities, or defenses that keep me safe.

Now, let's move on to the abillty's...

[Spinning Abillty Gacha Ticket...]

[And we have... a Legendary Ability!]

[Legendary | Overview]

You can combine two objects to create an object that matches the characteristics you want. You can keep matching pebbles until you get a material equivalent to adamantite, or you can combine enough iron swords to create an unbreakable sword.

Oh... a Legendary ability? But I don't know if it's luck or bad luck. It doesn't seem to be that useful in combat, but I bet that at one time or another it can be useful, but it will be shelved for now... although I can use it for some things on a daily basis.

I can even create a sword using my metallurgy to create some swords, and combine them until I have something acceptable. Imagine? To have a sword as hard as adamantite? It would be fucking awesome.

But let's continue...

[Spinning Abillty Gacha Ticket...]

[And we have... an Elite Abillty!]

[Elite | Frozen Soul]

Your soul is frozen. Your guts get colder and colder and your emotions duller as you gain greater defensive capacity and your cryokinetic abilities become more potent, but your speed and offensive abilities suffer a reduction. The colder your insides get, the tougher you get, and the colder your energy becomes, until your insides freeze completely.

It's a skill that works perfectly in conjunction with other skills, but for now it's useless, I can even become more resistant, but losing speed and attack power is not something I should afford to do.

Besides being a double-edged sword, my feelings will get clearer and "colder", I just don't know if it's permanent, but I may regret it after any decision I made during that "emotionless" time.

[Gacha rewards have been successfully cataloged...]

[Now, choose an appearance...]

Suddenly, the screen in front of me flickered and the classic character customization tab opened, giving me the option to make my own appearance or choose one of the many templates in the catalog.

I may seem a little suspicious in doing this, but I chose a ready-made look among the models, Galahad from Fate, which in my old life was one of my favorite franchises... before everything happened as it did.

[Registering appearance...]

[Done!]

[Chosen World: Draconic X Deux | High School] — The system sang.

Waiting~ High School... DxD!? Wow... It's been a long time since I've heard that name... 

So... Am I going to a world filled with the strangest and most powerful supernatural beings, where the balance of power is completely unbalanced and bonus, the hentai logic is rooted in the laws of the world?

I liked High School DxD in my old life, not only for the fact of the type of content the anime provided, boobs and hot hentai girls, but also for the story... 

I was a beautiful lover of the lore of anime, manga and light novels.

So, I can say that I'm satisfied, it has a high level of difficulty, the possibility of having a harem... What other things could a young man who can never be a normal teenager want?

[Registered data...]

[The system will decide your future...] 

The female voice intoned once more, followed by the typical sound of a dice being thrown under a wooden table, making me clearly tense.

[12... reasonable.] 

Yes, yes... A twelve on the dice can be a pretty reasonable result when it comes to my luck with these little things drenched in bad luck.

I've played RPG when I was 12 years ago, my dice always fell on something between the numbers 6 and 1, this might sound good when it comes to a die with its sides, but on a die with 20 sides? It's a humiliation.

[All requirements have been met...]

[Initiating neuroconscious restructuring... the system wishes the user good luck.]

(Thanks system-chan, but you're going with me, won't you?) — I ask her.

[Yes, but you'll rarely be able to hear my voice]," she replied in a sad tone, before suddenly a tear in space formed in the void.

(I see, it's really sad...) — 

I think to myself, as I feel something pulling me into that spatial tear... It was like a black hole forming in the middle of the vacuum, and exerting its gravity directly on my soul.

After that, I just remember going through the rift before everything exploded in a sudden flash and went dark again. 

Well, that was a new beginning... Long live me!

 

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Auto's Notes

This chapter has an average of 3.856 words, without taking into account the Author's notes.

In the protagonist's world, one of the worst apocalypses happened, one caused by humanity itself and its actions. With so many nuclear bombs being dropped into the atmosphere, the layers of the planet have cracked into non-existence... In addition to the radiation slowly killing all life on Earth, the sun's rays will burn everything and everyone as the years go by.

What do you think? I tried to escape a little from the cliché of truck-kun or death by heart attack, I decided to make my characters die in different apocalypses, this was my apocalypse caused by humans.

What others do you want to see in the next fics?

I would also like to say that both the gacha system and High School DxD do not belong to me, credit to their respective creators.

Hatsune Miku (Hot Teacher): https://pin.it/3BZodOnBg

MC Appearance: https://pin.it/6Tk5w2Ajs

Link to Gacha: https://chaosgachaweb.onrender.com/

Credits to the Creator of the System:  https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bronz_Deck/pseuds/Bronz_Deck

 

Chapter 2: Winning a Chess Game

Summary:

The protagonist reincarnates in the body of Emiya Aozaki, now he has to go to the Kuoh academy to face his first day of school, in addition to having to beat a certain icy brunette with glasses.

 

~Emiya Aozaki~

 

 

I open my eyes, breathing slow and panting, throw the sheet to the corner and sit next to the bed in a sudden jolt, the room around me seemed to spin for a few seconds before the dizziness finally hit me for good.

I lightly squeeze the mattress of my single bed, feeling a slight twinge in my head, the remaining memories of my old life slowly being inserted into my brain.

Which sounds good, I imagine that receiving all the memories of a life at once would be like a fictional truck suddenly running over my brain unprotected.

I look at my trembling hands, standing up and staggering a little to the right, but managing to stay upright... My sense of gravity was a little messed up, perhaps from having been in that soul form for a while.

I walk over to the mirror and assess my new appearance, happy to see that it was all there. Having a physical body again was a unique feeling. 

I had two fully functional arms, two legs, and a slim build, but I still had a decent set of abs for a 16 years old.

My age in this world was one of the first memories to click back into place.

But this physique is quite the downgrade compared to my past life~ not to brag, but if it weren’t for the war, I could’ve easily made money making videos and fishing for compliments online.

Nothing a few hours of intense training at the gym or some future system reward can’t fix.

I quickly realize I was only in my underwear… honestly, one of the best ways to sleep.

My gaze then traveled along the rest of my reflection in the mirror.

First, the clear, spotless face~ no dark circles, no scars. I had a few in my past life; it’s going to take some getting used to.

My gray hair was slightly messy from just waking up, but still looked perfect.

Well, I really did look like Galahad from Fate.

In my past life, I would’ve been insufferable if I’d had a lovely pair of golden eyes with bronze hues like these… but in DxD? The beauty competition is fierce.

Memories slowly settled into my mind like puzzle pieces falling into place, though I still felt a slight throbbing in my head~ which was to be expected.

After all, reincarnating into this body forced that puzzle to expand all at once. Not everyone can handle over 20 years of memories from another world.

By the way, my name in this world is Emiya Aozaki.

“Another FGO reference?”

I murmured to myself thoughtfully. But you know what? It’s not like I was complaining.

Emiya was the surname of one of the protagonists in Fate, just like Aozaki was the surname of a main character in the Nasuverse, where Fate takes place…

It was a nice pick. I always thought Emya would make a good first name for someone.

“And now…” I pondered for a few seconds. “What should I do?”

NEKO... NEKO... NIII-CHAN!~ NEKO... NEKO... NIII-CHAN!~

“Ahh!” — The sudden blare of the alarm made me lose my balance and fall flat on my butt. “Okay, that hurt…”

Which was good~ it meant this wasn’t all a dream.

After recovering from the jolt, I got up and walked over to the alarm clock. It was 6:00 AM. I turned it off.

It was a themed device shaped like a treasure chest, with a screen inside the lid showing a tan-skinned girl in a sexy catgirl cosplay, dancing in a very suggestive and sensual way.

So I just shut the chest.

“Emiya-kun!” — A woman’s voice came from behind the door, followed by some light knocks. — “You okay in there!?”

“I’m fine, Mom!” — I replied nervously. — “I just… fell out of bed!”

“These kids these days…”

I heard her muttering in a playful tone as she walked calmly down the hall. Then she shouted:

“Don’t forget to get ready! I don’t want us to be late on our first day!”

“Alright!” — I shouted back.

(Okay~ that’s a lot to take in…) — I thought as I sat back down on the bed.

First, my parents. Yes… I have a mom in this world. Her name is Shoko~ Shoko Aozaki. I also have a father, Shino Aozaki.

But I… I don’t know how to feel about that…

On the one hand, the memories of this world make me love them deeply. They’re my parents, after all. But on the other, even though I can’t remember their names or faces, I also had parents in my past life.

For now, all I can do is let time work its magic~ maybe I’ll get used to this new family.

Secondly, school. According to my memories in this world, today’s my first day at Kuoh Academy.

We just moved to this city recently. My father got a good job offer from a construction company.

I needed a place to start high school, and luckily, my mom also landed a job in the city.

She’d be a history teacher for the third-year students at Kuoh Academy, and she pulled some strings to get me into one of the first-year classes, even though it’s already been a month since school started.

The sweet power of connections.

In the bathroom, I could finally see the rest of the package. In the giant mirror connected to the shower, it was impossible not to admire my naked body completely.

"Okay, I can get used to it..." — I smiled as I looked at what was between my legs.

My penis was now an impressive 20 centimeters, a respectable upgrade compared to the old 14 of my past life.

That honestly made me satisfied... After all, what kind of wizard wouldn't smile when he saw his magic rod evolve into a staff worthy of legends? I just hope that the cave that one day receives it will be prepared.

Leaving the daydreams aside, I took a cold shower and quickly dressed in the male uniform of Kuoh Academy.

It was May, late spring, so the school released the light uniform for hot days.

The costume consisted of a black waistcoat with white trim, over a short-sleeved white shirt with cufflinks. A pair of black pants completed the ensemble, along with a pair of brown dress shoes.

There was also a black tie with white trim, looking more like a satin ribbon than a respectable accessory. I refused to wear something so humiliating. Ties at school? Ludicrous.

You can call me a rebel, and you know what? I'm even considering causing a little confusion. Who knows, maybe I'll end up being called to the student council and finally meet Sona Sitri~ or Souna Shitori, as she's known in this world.

Don't get me wrong, Rias Gremory is practically a goddess, anyone would dream of having her in a harem.

But me? I've always had eyes for Sona Sitri. His sharp gaze, short black hair, that serious and elegant way of speaking... and glasses. Ah, girls in glasses have always been my weak point.

And now that I have this chance, I'm not going to let it slip away.

I glanced at myself one last time in the bedroom mirror, just to make sure I didn’t look like a total mess. The collar was a little crooked, but nothing that would cost me points on my first day.

I headed downstairs — and there she was, already looking like she’d been waiting for hours, with one foot practically out the door.

“Ready?” she asked in a hurry, grabbing her bag and tossing the keys at me like it was a baseball.

“Lock the door when you leave. I’ll be waiting in the car.”

My mom was one of those women that made people do double takes. Silver hair just like mine, and those piercing blue eyes that made you believe she was always right. Word on the street is my dad got lucky — and yeah, I believe it.

Her teacher uniform clung to her like it was tailored by the gods. She gave off that polished, professional vibe, but nothing could hide the fact that she looked like she walked straight out of a high-end perfume ad.

I let out a half-laughing sigh before stepping out and locking the door behind me, that “here goes nothing” kind of feeling sinking in.

I sprinted to the car like I wasn’t ten minutes late and flopped into the passenger seat, tossing the keys into her lap with a dramatic little huff.

“Here...” — I said, holding out my hand with the charm of a romantic comedy lead trying way too hard.

“Perfect...” — She muttered sarcastically, stuffing the keys into her blazer and starting the engine.

The car rumbled to life, smooth and quiet, as I leaned back in my seat, trying not to look nervous.

This was it. New body, new beginnings, new problems... and if the cliché gods are feeling generous, maybe even a new rival with icy eyes and a meltable heart.

 

[•••]

 

 

As soon as we got to the school, my mom barely waited for the car to stop. She rushed off toward the senior building like she was late for a world-saving mission.

But before vanishing into the horizon, she pointed toward the main entrance.  

“Your classroom's that way, just follow the arrows.”

Thanks for the trust, Mom.

I heard the bell ring and quickened my pace, but just before walking into the building, I glanced up~ and there it was. That familiar silhouette of crimson red hair perched on one of the upper-level railings.

The classic Rias Gremory stance, watchful as ever. She looked like some kind of predatory owl, always observing, always scanning for her next target.

But I didn’t have time to get distracted. If I’m gonna become a devil someday, I’d much rather have Sona be the one to do it.

“Well, well... you must be Aozaki-kun.”

Just as I was about to step into class, a voice came along, one wrapped in a visual package that could knock the air right out of your lungs.

Long black hair, brown eyes sparkling with intrigue, and a teacher’s outfit so perfectly tailored it looked like it came from a designer who had a thing for authoritarian elegance.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kana Kotomari, your math teacher and homeroom advisor.”

“Nice to meet you, Kotomari-sensei.” — I replied with the smile of someone who knew how to play the social game. — “But you can just call me Emiya.”

“Only if you call me Kana... Emiya-kun.” — she sang, tossing me a wink that was worth more than half the formulas she’d ever teach me.

She stepped into the classroom with a casual wave and motioned for me to follow, which I did, now standing in front of the whole class. I could instantly feel the gazes sizing me up.

“Ugh, another guy?” — One of the students grumbled~ not quietly enough for me to miss.

A quick glance to the back confirmed it... The Legendary Pervert Trio, seated like some unholy council of chaos. The one who complained? None other than Issei.

“I don’t want more competition! I want more boobs in the class!” — 

This time, it came from the one with dark hair and tinted glasses. Motohama.

“Class…” — Kana clapped her fingers, immediately commanding attention as she gestured to me. — “This is Emiya-kun. He’ll be joining you from today, so play nice, okay?”

“Hey, everyone.” — I said with a voice that balanced charm and confidence just right. — “I’m Emiya Aozaki. Let’s get along.”

“Before we start, anyone wanna ask Emiya-kun a question?” — Kana-sensei asked, clearly more for the show than actual curiosity.

“I do!”

And there she was. Brown hair tied into slightly messy braids, red glasses crooked on purpose, and golden eyes glowing like they were enchanted at some RPG item shop.

"Aika-chan…" —  Kana sighed with a warning glance. — “No pervy questions in my classroom."

“Never mind…”

She muttered, lowering her hand and staring dramatically out the window, like someone who just watched their dreams shatter.

"20cm... wow…”

She whispered to herself, a goofy grin spreading across her face. A few girls turned to look at me, clearly alarmed by that last comment—and now staring like I was a piece of meat at the butcher’s counter.

(This girl’s dangerous…) — I thought, trying to hide the faint blush creeping across my cheeks.

“Alright, Emiya-kun... you may sit down.”

She pointed to an empty seat right next to Aika, who finally turned away from the window, only to give me a mischievous smile.

With a disapproving gesture, but clearly not caring all that much about the student’s behavior, Kana began her lesson.

"Hey, Emiya-kun..." — Aika called out in a teasing tone, and without any kind of filter asked. — "Are you hot... do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, Aika-chan..." — I decided to play along. — "Are you offering to keep me satisfied? Just a heads-up, I prefer harems..."

"Hmmm..." — The shameless girl let out a soft moan, clearly amused by it all.

"You're fun, Emiya-kun... and good-looking too. I think you might even surpass Kiba-senpai in popularity soon enough." — 

She grinned confidently.

"I promise not to let it go to my head." — I replied in the same tone.

 

[•••]

 

{Student Emiya Aozaki... please report to the student council room for orientation...}

A female voice echoed through the cafeteria speakers, slicing through chatter and chewing like someone had hit pause on the entire room.

A few classmates rolled their eyes at me. Others just furrowed their brows, curious.

“Uh... looks like Souna-senpai wants to see you...” —

Aika commented from beside me, wearing that smile that tiptoed the line between charm and felony. Ever since she sat down with me, she’d been determined to play the role of the manhwa narrator bursting with spicy theories.

“I wonder what she wants? Haa~ maybe she’ll drag you into some secret love lair… and drain you of every last drop of your manhood…”

“If that’s the case, I see no reason to refuse.” — I shot back, flicking her forehead. She grumbled, more for show than out of actual pain.

Of course, I had no idea where the student council room was. The anime conveniently skipped over those technical details. Luckily, signs exist... and like any half-decent reincarnated guy, I could at least read.

I only got lost three times. Nothing too humiliating.

After wandering for a few minutes, there it was. I knocked three times, formal but not stiff.

And behind the door, like something straight out of a proper introduction scene, stood a stunning girl with long black hair, onyx eyes, and a serious expression.

"You must be Emiya Aozaki. I’m Tsubaki Shinra, the student council vice president." — She said calmly and politely, stepping aside and motioning with her arm. — "Come in. The president is expecting you."

“Thank you, Shinra-senpai.” — I said with my best smile.

I stepped into the room... and froze. What was waiting for me completely derailed my train of thought.

A girl with chin-length black hair, piercing violet eyes, and a serious, mysterious aura that practically oozed a very specific kind of beauty.

Glasses. Curves that were generous, but not overdone. A soft, intelligent face. A body that had balance. Check, check, and check.

"Emiya Aozaki. It’s a pleasure to meet you." — She said, extending her hand.

"The pleasure’s all mine... it’s always nice meeting beautiful girls." — I replied, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back.

“Y~ you’re being modest...” —

She stammered, clearly caught off guard, her eyes flicking away for a second like she was trying to process the flirt. Her hand returned to her side as if I’d touched it with something more than skin.

“Well, if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s modest.” — I added, holding her gaze without flinching.

“Hmph...” —

She cleared her throat, sitting up straighter as if trying to reset the scene in her head.

"I called you here because, being new, you missed the opening speech of the year. I thought it was better to explain the rules in person."

She shifted gears, her voice gaining more firmness, trying to recover her planned rhythm.

“We believe in student autonomy. The homeroom mentors are more symbolic than actually necessary, though they do represent the class during parent-teacher meetings."

“In short, most decisions and the responsibility for order lie with the student council." — She looked me in the eye. — "So I hope you don’t give us any headaches.”

“I’d hate to see someone as beautiful as you get stressed out because of me.” —

I replied in the kind of tone you use to order coffee... calm, polite... but with a smile that made it clear I wasn’t exactly housebroken.

For a moment, her expression faltered.

“Right...” — She took a breath and straightened again.

“As you may know, until last year, our school was exclusively for girls. But after a generous, anonymous investment, we began accepting male students.” — She paused, eyes measuring my reaction. — “Because of that, the second and third years are still mostly made up of girls. The few boys are all transfers... like you.”

“Now...” — she continued, her tone sharpening.

“There’ve been rumors going around about a group of boys in your class... let’s just say with questionable behavior. The perverted kind.” — Her eyes narrowed with intent.

“We’d appreciate it if you didn’t get involved in that.”

“I’d never do anything to make a girl uncomfortable.” —

I replied with conviction, no hesitation, like any main character trying to keep their record clean… for now.

She studied me for a moment, then gave a small nod and relaxed her shoulders.

“Good. That’s a relief…” — She let a faint smile escape, almost involuntarily.

Then, she gestured toward a small table in the corner of the room where a chessboard sat, the pieces arranged as if they’d been expecting us.

“Now that everything’s settled, and to make sure this wasn’t a wasted trip... how about a game of chess?”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming naturally.

“Sure. But fair warning... I’m a rather formidable opponent.”

“Really?” — She looked intrigued. — “Then let’s make a bet.”

“What kind?” — I asked, now fully invested.

“The winner gets to ask for anything they want.” — Her smile turned daring, though she quickly added: — “As long as it’s nothing indecent.”

“Well, I already have something in mind.”

I said, walking toward the table and taking a seat on the side with the black pieces.

"Me too..." — she replied, seating herself gracefully on the side of the white pieces.

"Then let the game begin."

I gave a nod, signaling for her to start. White always moves first, after all.

"How have you been adjusting to Kuoh?" — she asked with a politely restrained curiosity, moving one of her pawns with calculated precision.

"I still miss Yokohama... left some good friends behind." — I admitted, advancing my own pawn. — "But Kuoh is surprisingly peaceful. A bit *too* quiet, considering its size."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." — she smiled, moving her knight. — "If you're interested, I know a few cool places around town. I could recommend some later."

"I'll treasure that offer, Shitori-senpai."

I captured her knight with one of my pawns. The flicker of surprise in her eyes was worth more than the piece itself.

The game carried on, intense and consuming nearly our entire break. Souna’s strategy was solid, meticulous. But I made it a point to dismantle every line of logic she tried to build... I wasn’t an amateur, and she caught on to that fast.

At one point, her pawns and both knights were gone from the board, leaving only the rooks, bishops, queen, and king. When I moved my decisive piece, I raised my head with a faint smile.

"Check."

She narrowed her eyes, analyzing the board for a few seconds before closing them with a sigh. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.

"Congratulations... Aozaki... you’ve won." — she acknowledged, her voice slightly shaken. — "You may claim your reward."

"A date..." — 

I said naturally, arms crossed, confident as I waited for her reaction. She looked at me as if she’d just heard a system error.

Her eyes scanned my face, searching for any hint that I was kidding... but there was nothing there except pure conviction.

"I want you.to personally show me the city’s highlights." — For a second, the silence between us grew thick... poised and loaded.

Souna looked away, adjusting her glasses in a nervous tic, like she was searching for refuge in some formality. But even the most polished scripts have cracks.

"You really are bold..." — she murmured, her tone somewhere between critique and admiration, still not meeting my gaze.

"Life’s short, senpai. And I like to enjoy my victories."

She let out a longer sigh this time, and when her eyes finally locked with mine, there was a different spark in them — as if the chessboard had shifted into another kind of game.

"Very well..." — she said, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. — "But on one condition."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"A rematch. I’ll choose the day... and the prize stays the same. Winner gets to ask for anything."

I smirked, extending my hand as if sealing a pact.

"Deal, President." 

TRINNNNNNNNN!

The bell rang, cutting our conversation short. With a polite gesture, she motioned for me to leave the room and asked me to return to my class. Before walking out, I shot her a playful wink, catching her off guard and making her blush once again.

[Achievement Unlocked: Defeat Sona Sitri in a Chess Match!]

[Reward: +2 Silver Skill Tickets.]

Alright, I was starting to worry system-chan had ghosted me.

But hey, not bad! Two silver tickets for beating Sona Sitri on her home turf, the chessboard? I’ll take it. That’s a solid reward.

[Spinning Skill Ticket...]

[And we’ve got... a Common Skill!]

[Common | Beginner Blade Weapon Mastery]

You have a decent knack for handling melee weapons like swords and knives. You know how to grip a sword properly, keep the edge facing the enemy, line up your swings, and drive the blade into your target with precision.

A solid start, especially considering I pulled a sword in one of the early draws. What good is gear like that if you don’t even know how to hold it?

[Spinning Skill Ticket...]

[And we’ve got... an Uncommon Skill!]

[Uncommon | Intermediate Stealth]

You’ve got real experience with stealth moving quietly, sneaking up unnoticed, checking for traps, gathering intel more effectively. You could easily pass as a trained ninja.

Swift, lethal strikes. The surprise factor often means the difference between a warning and a fatal hit. Being sneaky is never a bad thing, right?

 

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