At Kaito's apartment
Kaito, who had just finished showering and changing, immediately looked at the gift he had received from the system today.
"System, bring out Captain Kaizo's mask," Kaito said to the system.
Then, a mask appeared in Kaito's hand. The mask, a sophisticated artifact, covered his face with a stunning futuristic design. Its surface was dominated by a mix of ivory white and dark gray, as if carved from an unknown, foreign material. Sharp lines and sharp angles formed geometric contours, giving an impression of strength and awe-inspiring precision.
However, what was most striking were the slits of neon blue light emanating from its various sides. Two long, horizontal slits stretched across the eye area, emitting a cold glow that pierced the darkness, hinting at the sharp, unreadable gaze behind them. Several small red dots, possibly sensors or indicators, glowed faintly at the bottom of the mask, adding to the aura of mystery.
Amidst the white and gray patterns, a fine, porous texture was visible, as if microscopic vents or intricate circuitry. The mask is more than just protection, but rather an extension of its wearer's identity, a silent statement of the technology and power they wield.
[Captain Kaizo's Mask (A)]
A state-of-the-art combat mask designed specifically for Captain Kaizo. Made from an unknown material with a futuristic aesthetic that combines sleek design and bold lines, this mask is more than just a face shield, but a conductor of power. When worn, the mask seamlessly integrates with the wearer, opening access to a hidden energy dimension, transforming the wearer into a living manifestation of pure energy manipulation. An aura of power radiated from the blue glowing gaps that served as the mask's "eyes," indicating the immense power it held ready to unleash.
Kaito was stunned by the shape of the mask. It looked so cool and futuristic, leaving anyone mesmerized by its design.
Kaito immediately put the mask on his face and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectly, giving off a powerful and mysterious impression.
Kaito raised his hand and uttered a single word, "energy shield."
A dome of energy, translucent yet emitting a faint bluish radiance, stretched solidly around Kaito. The shield, as if woven from blue energy in a hexagonal pattern, radiated an undeniable protective vibe. The dome of energy wasn't simply a projection of light; it had substance, though it wasn't entirely visible. Its surface appeared slightly rippled, as if an invisible energy current were constantly flowing within it, ensuring its integrity.
"Impressive," Kaito was amazed by the mask's capabilities.
"It seems like the system knows what I need for my plans in this world." Kaito felt like the system was reading his mind and always giving him what he needed for his future plans.
Then Kaito removed the mask and returned it to his inventory.
"Since I still have a ticket from the mission reward, let's gacha it first," Kaito muttered excitedly, hoping for a good reward.
"System, use rare ticket," Kaito instructed the system.
Shortly after, Kaito heard the system's notification sound in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Vergil Suit (B)]
[Reward stored in inventory]
Hahhhh!! Vergil Suit!!
Kaito was immediately excited because Vergil's suit was one of the best costumes in the DMC series. Kaito had been thinking about what costume he would wear to carry out his plans, and now the system had given him what he needed.
"Thank you, system."
[Ding! [You're welcome, host]
Without waiting any longer, Kaito immediately took the suit from his inventory and put it on. Once finished, he stood in front of the mirror to examine his appearance.
The outfit he wore was a blend of functionality and futuristic style, as if designed for combat in unpredictable terrain. A dark robe or mantle, perhaps navy blue or dark gray, draped over his body, with flowing folds that gave the impression of dynamic movement.
Across the chest, a lighter armor or vest, perhaps white or silver, with sharp geometric details, hinting at sophisticated armor.
The sleeves appeared to be layered, with the top being looser and tapering at the wrists, possibly equipped with integrated gauntlets or arm guards.
The trousers were also dark, matching the robe, and sleek, allowing for high mobility. Overall, the outfit exuded the aura of a warrior ready to face any challenge, with every element of its design reflecting a hidden purpose and strength.
This outfit was very suited Kaito perfectly. His silvery white hair and blue eyes made him look very similar to the real Vergil, only Kaito was more handsome and exuded a mysterious and cool aura.
"Crazy... this is so cool," Kaito looked at himself in the mirror and felt that he had become even more handsome.
Remembering that he had Captain Kaizo's mask in his inventory, Kaito immediately took it out and put it on.
With this combination of clothes and mask, Kaito looked cold and mysterious, as if he were observing everything that happened.
"Wow... I look like a villain," Kaito muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror. "Well, my plan will also make me look like a villain to them."
[ Vergil Suit (B) ]
A costume worn by Vergil in the DMC 5 series, this suit is indestructible even if slashed with a sword, burned, or even exploded. Only a High-Level weapon can damage it.]
Kaito was stunned. He didn't expect this outfit to have such extraordinary effects for a Grade B item.
After trying on the costume, Kaito changed clothes and returned the Vergil costume and Captain Kaizo mask to his inventory.
Then, Kaito proceeded to the gacha, "System use legendary ticket."
This time, Kaito was hoping for something extraordinary. Soon, the system's voice rang in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining: Yamato (SS)]
Hearing the system announcement, Kaito's eyes widened, his breath hitching for a moment. A shockwave ran down his spine, not from fear, but from pure, uncontrollable ecstasy. "Yamato…?" he muttered, his voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the miracle he had just heard.
His brain worked hard to process the information. Yamato! Vergil's legendary sword, a symbol of power and precision that could cleave through dimensions! This wasn't just a weapon; it was the manifestation of a demon's dominance and grace. Kaito knew exactly what this sword meant to a wielder like himself, who had just attained a near-perfect harmony with the Dante Sparda Physique.
Instantly, a wide, elated smile spread across his handsome face. His hands clenched tightly, holding back the burst of laughter that nearly escaped his lips. This was it! This was the key he needed to realize his vision, to become an entity that surpassed all limits, even Gojo Satoru. A weapon that wasn't just an accessory, but an extension of his soul, now in contact with the Omnicore.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, this time unable to contain himself. His voice was filled with a mixture of awe and delighted madness. "This is absolutely insane! System, you are the best!"
[Yamato (SS):
Yamato once belonged to Vergil's father, Sparda, who shared his immense power with it, along with Force Edge and Rebellion, and according to the Order of the Sword, it was used to seal Fortuna's "true Hell Gate." It was eventually given to Vergil as a memento, and he wielded it as his primary weapon. Yamato is far sharper than any ordinary sword, and imbued with immense demonic power. This sword is said to be capable of cutting through anything, even the very fabric of space itself.]
But before he could utter a word, the air around him suddenly changed. Silence. Solid. As if time itself were holding its own breath.
Instantly, the temperature of the room dropped drastically, and a deep blue beam of light appeared in the air, hanging before Kaito like a crack in reality itself. The crack shone, not with ordinary light, but with a radiance that felt... alive. As if he were being watched back by something from another dimension.
Then, a faint sound was heard.
It wasn't a human voice, but the swishing sound of space being torn apart. A black line stretched slowly through the air as if the world were being sliced by an invisible blade. From that crack, a sword emerged.
Kaito involuntarily took an inch back. His chest pounded.
The sword moved slowly, gracefully, as if it had chosen its own master. The blade was slender and long, radiating a dark, silvery aura that wasn't light, but rather a bottomless depth. The hilt was encased in a simple yet elegant gold guard, and the entire blade was pristine, untainted, as if untouched by war, even though it was created to divide the world.
When Yamato fully emerged from the dimensional rift, the rift closed slowly, and the world returned to silence. The sword hovered still, mere centimeters from Kaito's face.
Then, it fell.
But before it hit the ground, Kaito's hand moved. Reflexively. Naturally. As if his body knew that this sword wasn't just a weapon, but destiny.
His hand grasped Yamato's scabbard. And as his fingers touched the cold yet familiar metal, a wave of demonic energy instantly exploded from his body. But it wasn't wild energy.
The energy converged, flowing into him, as if welcoming his old master, newly reborn.
Kaito's body trembled. His eyes widened. In his mind, he saw flashes of a past that wasn't his own: Sparda's footsteps, the image of Vergil standing alone in the storm, and the clang of Yamato's blade slicing through the sky.
All those memories resided within this sword.
And now, Yamato had chosen its new master.
Kaito slowly unsheathed the sword. "Czengg..." The sound of the blade slicing through the air was subtle yet bone-chilling. In the reflection of the metal, Kaito saw himself, but not as an ordinary human. He saw a figure who had transcended mortal boundaries, standing between demons and gods, wielding a sword that divided worlds and wills.
"...Yamato..." he whispered. "I finally have the weapon I longed for in my previous life."
Kaito stared deeply at the sword, not as an admirer, but as someone aware of the weight of the inheritance that had just passed from one hand to another.
His hand gently stroked the surface of Yamato's scabbard, cool yet soft, as if the steel had cried in long solitude. Beneath the beauty of its form, Kaito could sense... emptiness. This sword thirsted. Not for blood. But for purpose.
But not now.
He raised his left hand, and the system's mechanical voice answered his call:
[ding! Would you like to store Yamato in your inventory?]
"Yes."
In an instant, a thin blue light enveloped the sword, then vanished in a flash without a trace, as if Yamato were just an illusion, a fairy tale that appeared briefly and then vanished into legend.
But Kaito knew... that power was his now. No need to show it off. No need to prove it.
He turned, staring out at his apartment window, now filled with the reflection of dusk. Tengu City was beginning to glow with night lights. And beyond it all, this world... the world of Spirits, the AST troops, and other supernatural entities still unaware that a new power had awakened. Quiet. Unseen. But ready to cut through space and time whenever necessary.
Kaito walked slowly towards the kitchen. As if nothing had happened. But now, the steps are heavier... more meaningful.