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Greeted by a gentle breeze, a little dry due to the summer season that was arriving, Lola opened the door of the private jet completely.
—A warm welcome—.
—Come on, we need to get there and make an appearance.
Yuuko said, gently pushing Javier's waist. Javier understood and began to lead while Lola walked behind.
Guarded by men whose presence intimidated at first glance. The truth wasn't as simple as their solemn atmosphere, which they made clear, but rather the arcane energy that surrounded them, underscoring their status as elite arcane mages.
—A fascinating security—.
—Appropriate security measures for an important event—.
Lola emphasized when she saw Yuuko get into the vehicle and Javier had to turn around to get in and Lola getting into another one.
Starting off, the small convoy began heading towards its destination.
Leaving the private road and entering a winding mountain road, the lights of Unzen City, on the Shimabara Peninsula in Nagasaki Prefecture, could be seen in the distance.
A solemn atmosphere was created between Javier and Yuuko, who didn't speak, just closed their eyes, resting for what was to come, just like Polaris, who made Javier sleep when they got on the private jet.
The convoy had entered the forest of Mount Hoshikusa, northwest of Unzen-Amakusa National Park. They had entered a small town trapped in the Meiji era, when Japan had just put its first hydroelectric plant into operation.
"So this is Aokabi Village. And up there is Tsukiyo Shrine, which houses the entrance to the Exodus Dungeon, one that opens every three years. If my information is correct, this place isn't recorded on the map; it's hidden behind a powerful disorientation barrier. I also want to see the ancient sakura tree that blooms even in winter."
After the break, the vehicle doors open, and the guards give only a small bow before leaving.
Anyone would take that cold attitude as an insult, but if Yuuko didn't say anything, Javier didn't mention it either.
In front of them stood a Torii blackened by time, you could see a moss that radiated a small luminescence giving it a mystical appearance, something that already told him without using his perception that he had arrived at a magical world, with his own eyes.
—Let's go up—.
Javier nodded upon hearing Yuuko's words. So they began to climb the moss-lit steps, with several landings, leading to Tsukiyo Shrine.
—They took their job seriously, the only way to get through would be by force, but even then, it would fail because of all these killing formations and in the end it would mean facing off against the elite at the top.
—The Tsukiyo temple only opens its doors every three years, when the Sakura tree has fully illuminated its petals, revealing the entrance to the Exodus Dungeon. These defenses are necessary. Once in the past, rogue arcane mages had joined forces with foreign forces on the day the entrance was to be revealed. Their clear intentions of wiping out the elite of the main clans were stopped. However, since that incident, these formations have been created throughout the mountain, guarded by elite mages, and if that's not enough, they have a small army on standby.
After hearing the little story from Yuuko's lips, the view opened up for both of them.
Waiting under another Torii blackened by the years at the bottom of the steps, a monk.
I could see that her eyes were closed, and in her hands she was holding a long necklace of brown, aged wooden beads, reciting a mantra in a low voice.
Wearing a light gray linen underkimono, cinched with a matching waist belt, over which rests a kesa: a wide, rectangular, jet-black robe embroidered with subtle cherry blossom branch patterns. The kesa draped over a koromo, a wider, long-sleeved, deep ochre robe that moved like a shadow in the wind.
Barefoot in red sandals, completely shaved, and holding the rosary, which, upon noticing the presence of the three and a small puppy that hadn't woken up because of Javier, he ended up carrying in his arm.
"It's a pleasure to have the princess of the Asai once again at this temple. It's also an honor to receive a guest such as yourself who represents the Ryuto clan. Please allow me to see your tokens."
Educated in his treatment of his guests, a solemn aura enveloped him, along with his neat appearance, gave a feeling of sanctity that could rarely be found in today's society.
Taking their tokens out of their pockets, Yuuko's had the one-legged swallow, engraved in the ancient wood, and Javier's had the emerald dragon.
—I've verified that your tokens are authentic. Follow me, I'll show you the way.
The monk's footsteps echoed as the wood of his red sandals rang against the temple stone, while the Buddhist chanting complemented a pleasant symphony, which if they concentrated on listening to it, they might miss.
This could cause the weak-minded to be quickly disqualified, if it were a test?
Standing out in the middle of the land, the temple is made of dark wood, with a curved roof and a bronze crown simulating a crescent moon.
Surrounding the temple and its surroundings, a forest of cedar, maple and bamboo covered its surroundings.
Ancient stones and stone lanterns covered in luminescent moss that pulsated, giving the feeling of being a uniform living being.
There was a third torii on one side that like the rest was covered in moss, but the only thing that was not and gave a sacred feeling was a lunar emblem in the center of the torii.
Catching a faint scent of sandalwood coming from inside the temple, Javier also catches another faint scent that camouflages itself, or rather, combines with the sandalwood.
—What a nice smell, it's the first time I've smelled this fragrance, what could it be? Sandalwood, but...—.
"I'm glad you like the lotus and sandalwood incense from our temple. It's very helpful for meditation, purifies the spirit, and also improves sleep."
—Yes, I get it, it's not bad at all, with so much tension and expectations tonight it's a good choice—.
-Ha ha-.
The monk chuckled and they entered the temple.
Filling their lungs with the fragrance of incense, as the monk said, it was noticeable that the seriousness on Yuuko's face softened.
They passed by the central altar which contained a Buddhist statue reflecting compassion and darkness.
Leaving the temple, which contained several chambers in addition to the main one, they entered a cobblestone path surrounded by bamboo, well lit by stone lanterns where the fire was still burning with oil.
Listening to the small noise that increased as they approached, a huge garden appeared before the three of them, filled with hundreds of people who instantly turned to look at them.
—Here ends my duty to accompany you. I wish you luck on your treacherous journey.
After a short chant, the monk walked back to the temple entrance.
—Looks like we're the last ones—.
—There is no schedule, but you should never arrive before the dungeon entrance is revealed.
Lola clarified that she was still walking several steps behind.
—I understand. What next? Shall we greet the heads of each clan?
—Yes, follow me, then you can do whatever you want, eat, chat, or rest, however you prefer while you wait.
-Understood-.
Javier said with some emotion, while offering his arm.
Starting the performance, Yuuko took it and murmurs arose all around.
—Until he finally got tired of that useless Ryutos.
—Damn, I should have kept insisting if I knew he might get tired of that bloodsucker.
—Tch, the Asai princess dumped that useless Ryuto and now she's showing up with a stranger—.
—Who could that young man accompanying her be? He wasn't on the list we have.
—What do you think you're bringing an animal to this important meeting?
—We'll see how much he's capable of.
—It seems that the quality of the Ryutos this year will be much worse than expected, if they already have to ask for help from a stranger—.
Listening I know voices that did not try to hide and did not give importance to Yuuko and Javier.
Walking around the outside of the garden, Javier couldn't help but notice something strange.
Although having absorbed the core of a dying star, traveled through galaxy clusters and superclusters, even becoming the Hentai God, he did not expect to see such a scene that seemed normal to everyone present.
Serving snacks, glasses of champagne, wine, etc. It was done by a group of young people.
You might be wondering, what's so strange about that? Clearly, there was nothing out of place, except for one point.
But that was the strange thing—it was all for a person who had lived in a modern society that offered freedom and equality. All the guests were dressed casually, since they didn't come to have fun, that was clear.
Servants, young people of different ages, men and women alike, walked around as if nothing was wrong in their clothes.
Starting from the top, a top made of what looked like fiberglass, made of a net of threads crossing over the chest, like a shiny spider web that didn't completely hide it.
It seemed tight, rigid, partially revealing the nipples.
In it, a small brooch with the insignia of the clan to which they belonged.
Over the body a long, translucent veil covered the shoulders, back and legs, without closing in the front.
The cloak seemed to be made of a swirling smoke that moved around the young women, as if trying to hide, and at the same time not, the exposed skin.
Finally, the low-slung skirt, made of woven plant fibers with open spaces between the strands, barely covered the upper thighs, revealing the crotch if the young woman bent down.
The only visible accessory apart from the brooch on the chest were anklets decorated with small leaves that moved as she walked.
Like the young women, the young men also had unique attire.
On the torso was a network of crystalline threads that wrapped from the shoulders to the abdomen, like decorative armor.
The threads were stretched taut over the muscles, marking the contours of the chest and abdomen. The nipple area was exposed, of course, also intentionally.
They also wore a cape that left the front uncovered and the back open, falling to behind the knee, only covering the sides.
At the bottom, they wore a loincloth, the front strip covering their genitals, held by a belt woven from plant fibers.
Clearly, it revealed her buttocks in the open air, which the layer of smoke accompanied, highlighting.
The young men's only accessories were a belt clasp indicating their clan and a pair of smoke gloves that matched their cloak.
"Clothes that have specific runes for disobedience, hardening, and stimulating shameful feelings, as well as the high exposure of their bodies. What a beautiful world this is! The girls are pretty and the men are handsome, and you can tell they're on notice; otherwise, those clothes wouldn't provoke a second glance."
Liking that sort of thing, he almost didn't hesitate to look at the men and women who stood out as models if they were free. He also desired those garments with an erotic visual appearance, which he treated not as human, but as some decorative piece of furniture.
Feeling Yuuko's walking pace slow, she looked away from what she liked to look at and noticed that she now had a full view of the men and women who held power in the shadows of the country called Japan.
Seated in a half-moon position, each seat had a larger back than the person sitting on it, and the emblem of each clan was on the top.
Starting from the outer right, moving to the left, stood a sleepy, thin woman, as if uninterested in what was about to happen. Her emblem was a scorpion. Torito Aika was wearing black and white striped ankle-length pants, an oversized linen shirt with a collar and buttoned down the front, and sandals.
With short, curly black hair, light green eyes, full of lethargy, pale skin that already said he didn't go out much.
Followed by a man of equally slender build, his emblem the butterfly. Yukino Jyn. He wore dark gray tailored trousers, a white shirt, and over those a dark gray slim-fit suit vest paired with black derby shoes.
Small, ash-colored eyes, short, light indigo hair. His expression was calm, but he seemed caught between two enemies, so he only closed his eyes when he realized that Javier and Yuuko's arrival wasn't that important.
With the ant emblem, Radiant Hayato, who was having a good time, eating various fruits and snacks, while licking his lips and seeming to devour with his eyes the women who, sensing him, hid behind someone. With his most cowboy style, his pants tight in his pants, his shirt open, showing off his muscular physique.
Under the emblem of the unicorn, stood a gallant woman in her prime, dressed in her finest.
Okobi Ayano, wearing a fitted, straight-cut dress that fell freely to her ankles. The shiny satiny turquoise fabric, combined with her beautiful, wavy, fluorescent hair, and her large, bewitching eyes, attracted attention.
With her leg crossed, revealing the side slit that reached mid-thigh. One place where the dress fit most was from her breasts to her hips.
The only accessory was her fan with her clan mark, the unicorn.
Blue-faced was a burly man with whom they chatted amicably. His emblem, Quirin.
Lingh Blaz, her straight, shoulder-length, ivory hair. Intense red eyes that intimidated just by looking at you. Her thick build, but more than fat, it was her trained muscles.
Thick black pants with knee-high boots of the same color. Along with that, a black shirt with a double-breasted collar and side closure that hugged his chest.
And as if the next person were the center of attention, even if they did nothing and only occasionally chatted with their colleagues who carried the same responsibilities.
With the bear emblem. Negima Kenta, he was like a skinny man, but skinny couldn't be said with his physiognomy, with his sunken cheeks, even so his intense almond eyes didn't reflect his condition, nor did the suppressive aura that surrounded his body.
She wore a thick, dark brown yukata. The sleeves and hem were embroidered with gold and black patterns depicting stylized claws and paw prints.
An obi encircling his belt, made of hardened leather, bore a bronze medal bearing the face of a roaring bear.
Another ancient clan is the Emerald Dragon. Ryuto Korei. One could say they were the only three older in appearance. But there was no sign of aging in their demeanor, which reflected that of a young, intellectual, serene man. They chatted, but stopped when they saw someone they didn't want to meet after what happened at their clan headquarters.
Wearing a deep jade green yukata, edged with charcoal black with antique gold detailing in the form of scales and swirls.
Embroidered with bright green and mother-of-pearl threads of an emerald dragon, from the chest to the back.
With the Obi cinching the waist, it was made of obsidian-colored braided silk with a metal claw-shaped clasp dangling.
The last of the ancient clans was the Swallow. Asai Dachi. His braided hair, falling down his back, was black. Large, lilac-colored eyes, which, without demonstrating his intellectual outlook, made it clear that he was a wise leader. His tanned skin, which showed that he was not only intellectual, but also a man of the countryside, demonstrated by his broad shoulders and strong arms.
She wore a light blue yukata with pearly highlights, made of lightweight fabric. Stylized swallows in flight were embroidered with silvery white threads, starting from her ankles and rising upwards.
The obi that wrapped around her waist was a blue-gray, thin, and long, tied in a discreet bow in the front. It had a metal swallow-wing clasp.
—Yuuko Asai greets the heads of each clan. Father, Yuuko Asai presents herself to bring honor to the clan.
—… Well done, is that him?—.
-Yeah-.
Calmly and respectfully, knowing that the future of the clan was at stake, I didn't need to introduce him, as I saw how Javier took a step forward, presenting himself with charisma.
—Nice to meet you, it's a pleasure to finally meet the eight goldfish of Japan. Ryuto Korei-sama, it's also a pleasure to see you in good health. Although our last meeting wasn't what we expected, I hope we can continue to be business partners.
—… You've already shown me your strength, now don't let a valuable spot go to waste—.
—Yes, sir, I will not let you down, I will bring honor to the Ryuto clan—.
Reluctant, though he didn't want to let it show on his face, Javier tried to understand that his home and clan elite had been destroyed, if not massacred, by one person. However, he showed respect toward Korei if he had any grievances or resentments.
—The Asai clan also looks forward to working with you.
He announced, almost making Javier laugh mockingly, but he surreptitiously clarified his point.
—... Of course we will, after thoroughly reviewing the contract, I think it needs 'many' changes to reach an agreement that benefits both of us—.
Frowning at hearing those words coming from a nobody, who wasted a great treasure, Asai Dachi like a man pickled in his life, lets out a sigh and said to him.
—Then how about you come to my clan headquarters for a thorough discussion—.
"I'll have to decline, given such an interesting proposal. Maybe when this is all over we can chat more calmly. After all, I'm open-minded, but I don't like being overheard."
—Kakaka, very well, let's wait, of course, if you still have what you offer.
—Ahaha, I have a perfect system, but it hasn't been tested yet. If you don't mind doing it for me, I'd be more than grateful.
Smiling, but not smiling at the same time, neither of them said anything, but anyone who knew Asai Dachi knew how angry he was at that moment.
Without getting caught up in a difficult business that doesn't show skills that won't result in a massacre, she addresses one of the most important issues so that women in their homes can go out without feeling like they'll be a target of attack.
—It's a pleasure to finally meet Radiant Hotaru-sama—.
—Yes, I'm also pleased to meet the person who's been poking my chin these days.
—It's a shame to hear that, but I must clarify that I don't mean to upset anyone, but you have to admit that you don't always expect what you expect from your children.
—You're taking the words right out of my mouth. Valderrama Javier-kun, aren't you?—
—It is an honor that you remember my name Hotaru-sama—.
—He's still alive—.
The others understood more clearly what was happening between Javier and Radiant Hotaru. They exchanged good-humored glances.
—Of course, after all, it started with a misunderstanding and signs of superiority in wanting to snatch something from someone else.
—Ahahaha, you're quite right about that, boy. That kid didn't just lose brilliantly once, but three times. So, what do you need to chat about? Just in case, you don't need to give him back. You can kill him or do whatever you please.
—How about we sweep it all under the rug and pretend this didn't happen?
—Ahahaha, I like how shameless you are to ask me that. But, tch, tch, you have to offer something in return. I don't mind losing that useless good-for-nothing, but it hurts my ribs if my manpower decreases even if it's at a low level.
—I understand that pain very well, Hotaru-sama, how about I make you an object?
—Object? You're making fun of me, brat, you know who you're talking to.
—No, I would never do that, but this is something that no one in the world will have, and since it is compensation for the damage caused, I can make repairs to various objects that you want to have inspected.
—¡¡Ahahahahaha!!—.
Radiant Hotaru's unscrupulous laughter echoed, Yuuko, who knew where things would go, stepped away, but not before receiving Polaris who was beginning to wake up.
—Hotaru-chan, even though we know you're a frustrating pain, keep up some kind of image. Although I highly doubt anyone has one for you.
Not trying to hide her contempt, Radiant Hotaru didn't care, or rather, she ignored her.
—I like his shamelessness, don't you think Dachi is a little boy still in diapers speaking in front of a master metalworker?
—Hmph…—.
Looking at Javier, who seemed confident, he checked his hands and posture before snorting again without interest.
—The Açaí are a clan of historical forging for Japan. We never look down on those who come to us, if young Valderrama wants to prove it, why don't you take something and see what it's capable of?
—Barking for a bone—.
Without reacting to the mocking and disparaging words Radiant Hotaru was insinuating, Javier looked at the eight golden fish, who appeared serene, paying no attention to what he said.
"It's time for me to show my worth. Once this happens, the benefits will come like hot water."
—I think you misunderstood me, Radiant Hotaru-sama.
—Oh, I misunderstood you.
—I never said I was a metalwork expert, but I'm very good in other fields, how about you offer me a ring or something you use every day?
—Hehehe, how about you use this—.
Catching a clear crystal bracelet that reflected the light, I look at the woman who gave it to me.
—Thank you very much, Okobi Ayano-sama. I can ask you a few questions before I get to work.
—Sure, but tell me what you're going to do to my Glarina?—.
—Something you would like—.
—Don't I like those who act mysterious?—.
Flirtatious and somewhat hurt, Okobi Ayano acted, unconsciously attracting glances with her playful tone.
—Then let's not keep you waiting any longer, Okobi-sama. Judging by the way her arcane energy acts and the pattern that takes shape, I can tell she's a master summoner.
—Oh, go on—.
—Since breath is also required when summoned or the spirit is defeated, and it does not recover quickly and its recovery varies depending on the arcane mage—.
—Someone did their homework, apparently.
He said mockingly that instead of humiliating Javier, he responded to him.
—I like reading. So with breath recovery, healing, and 25x15 dimensional storage, it should be satisfactory.
When Javier's voice was heard throughout the place, mocking laughter was heard from all around.
—Ahaha, if ignorance were a divine virtue, you would already have altars on every corner.
—There are many people in the world who talk about what they could be, but forget the mud where their feet are.
—Jojojo… aspiring to be a reflection of greatness without noticing that its stagnant water only returns its own misery—.
—At this point, neither the squawking sparrow nor the haughty dragon seem to remember that gold does not always glitter.
—The jewel of the family, they say… and yet he sees the world with bulging eyes and absent judgment.
Critical, ironic, poetic, in the way they referred to the Asai clan, Ryuto along with Javier who gave them a reason and that the youngest and did not waste, the other clan leaders just laughed, others like Torito Aika who was not even interested in what was happening in front of her.
Of course, not everyone could share in the laughter like the clan members who mocked each other with elegant words.
-Mm, if looks could kill, Yuuko's could make a name for me, hahaha I knew it, but this girl has a lot of character, it will be very difficult for her to take control of the relationship when she grows up. Although, well, in a relationship you just have to have a good time in the good times and the bad.
Javier thought, looking away from Yuuko who was furious, but he didn't say anything, since he knew what Javier could do, but that didn't stop him from receiving the flowery insults with a smile.
Reaching into his pocket, he pretended to take out one of the pink ivory wooden chopsticks that Yami had given him before leaving and that was in his dimensional pocket.
—Ahahaha now you take out a toothpick, what do you think scratch the surface of the Glarina gem?—.
Javier laughed vulgarly. Hataru, who didn't seem to care what anyone said about him, continued laughing, making it hard for the others to stand it.
—I hope I don't find any scratches on my Glarina bracelet, or a sorry won't let you escape my sunflower wasp.
Some hearing the name of the insect with the deadly bite that does not kill you outright, but leaves you convalescing for years and once the victim had its venom, the host expelled an odorless aroma for humans, but that attracted the deadliest insects to bite you no matter where in the world or magical formation you are.
Javier, whether he understood or not, just tilted his head slightly as if he understood what I was trying to say.
-Let's make these people value me-.
Without further ado, Javier also the hand where he held the toothpick as if he were writing alarmed to everyone present.
—What are you joking about, trying to achieve!!—.
Negima kenta howled involuntarily.