Kiba
The rain poured heavily from the grey skies above Kuoh Town, soaking everything in its path. Thick droplets rolled down Kiba Yuuto's face, clinging to his blond hair and dripping from his chin. He didn't bother with an umbrella. He welcomed the cold sting of each drop against his skin. In a way, it numbed the fire boiling inside him.
Maybe this storm can cool my head...
He walked alone down a narrow street, his school uniform clinging tightly to his body from the rain. Rias had called for a club meeting—no doubt something important—but for the first time since joining her, Kiba didn't go.
It was a rebellion, a small one, but meaningful.
He had never once gone against Buchou's wishes. She had saved his life, given him a name, a place to belong. But today, he couldn't ignore the storm brewing inside his heart. His rage was too loud to be silenced by duty.
I've been too comfortable, he thought bitterly. Too used to the peace of school life, the smiles of friends, the gentle rhythm of daily life. I almost forgot…
Forgot the reason he lived.
Forgot the burning hatred that kept him moving forward.
Forgot the faces of his comrades who had died—no, been sacrificed—for a failed experiment.
The Holy Sword Project.
Excalibur…
That name alone made his fingers twitch with the urge to draw steel. That cursed blade that represented everything he despised.
A sharp splash interrupted his thoughts. Not the soft, endless patter of rain—but something heavier. Closer. Flesh against water.
Kiba's eyes narrowed.
Up ahead, a man staggered into view—clutching his stomach. He was wearing a black priest's uniform, the silver cross around his neck glinting under a flickering streetlamp.
The priest coughed, a dark stain spreading across his white shirt.
Then he collapsed face-first into a puddle, blood mingling with rain.
Kiba didn't flinch. He knew death when he saw it. The man was already gone.
But who had done it?
A tingle ran down Kiba's spine.
—Killing intent!
His hand moved on instinct, summoning a demonic sword in a flash of dark light. Its edge shimmered menacingly even in the gloom.
From the side—something moved.
Steel clashed with steel.
Kiba barely parried the blow, skidding back through the slick water.
A shadow stepped forward, his weapon still extended.
White hair, manic grin, mismatched eyes filled with glee.
"Yahhooo~! It's been a while!"
Kiba's eyes sharpened.
Freed Sellzen.
A mad exorcist. A lunatic priest who had fought them before during the Fallen Angel incident. Kiba had hoped he'd never see this psychopath again.
But there he was—alive, smirking, and holding a sword that glowed with holy light.
"…Still polluting this town, I see," Kiba said coldly, rain dripping from his blade. "What's your business today? Because I'm in no mood for your nonsense."
Freed tilted his head mockingly. "Business? No, no, no~! Just fate, baby! A sweet little reunion under God's glorious rain!" He laughed again, twirling his sword. "And look, I brought a present."
The moment Kiba looked at the blade, his breath caught in his throat.
That light.
That divine aura.
That searing, righteous glow.
Impossible.
"Don't tell me…" Kiba muttered.
Freed grinned even wider. "Yep! You guessed it! This beauty right here is Excalibur. One of the real ones. Forged from the fragments of the original. A true Holy Sword~!"
Kiba's eyes widened in fury. His grip on his demonic sword tightened.
"Excalibur…"
The name echoed in his mind like a scream from the past.
The laboratory. The experiments. The agony. The betrayal. His comrades, children like him, used as tools and discarded like trash. Their screams still echoed in his nightmares.
That sword wasn't just a weapon.
It was sin incarnate.
Freed pointed the glowing blade at him, eyes wild. "So, demon boy, what do you say? Wanna find out which one's stronger? Your little knock-off sword or my Excalibur? Let's make it fun! I'll kill you nice and slow!"
Rage exploded in Kiba's chest. The calm, refined knight shattered.
"I don't care what you are," Kiba growled. "Human, priest, or monster. I'll cut you down all the same."
Another flash of lightning lit the sky.
Then, they moved.
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