High school student, well-trained martial artist, neither of those things truly encapsulate Son Y/N. As a boy sent away around the time of his birth to save his life, Y/N has lived a life different than most around him. As he tries to live a normal...
"It seems like this problem is worse than anything I could have expected," Sirzechs says. After returning to the Underworld, as well as receiving a small scolding for leaving with seemingly no reason, I told Sirzechs all of the details of the conversation between Rias and the exorcists. "I'm still lost on why Dr. Gero would work with a rogue fallen angel. He knows enough about you to hunt you down, but he doesn't need to work with Kokabiel to achieve his goals."
"Your guess as is good as mine."
"For the time being, I want you to carry on as you have. Should I receive word of something happening between everyone I may have to send you to take care of it. I trust in you well enough to know that you can handle any situation I throw you into, and that means a lot to me." I stand up and bow to Sirzechs.
"I'm honored." Grayfia enters the office and joins us.
"Dinner is ready now." My eyes light up and she lets out a small laugh. "Don't worry Y/N, you're being more than accommodated."
"I just hope I'm not causing any issues." The three of us leave the office and head toward the dining room.
"It's quite the opposite. They're glad that someone is enjoying everything they make as much as you do."
"I could spend the rest of my life here and not get used to having butlers and maids doing everything for me."
"Have you always been self-sufficient?" Sirzechs asks me.
"Not always, but I've had to be. You all just live a very different life from what I'm used to, it's honestly kind of scary."
"You'll get used to it more as time passes, I assure you." We enter the dining room and a man near the end of the table catches my attention.
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"I guess I should have told you Sairaorg was coming," Venelana tells Sirzechs.
"Quite alright. How have you been?" The man identified as Sairaorg comes toward us and shakes Sirzechs's hand.
"I've been as well as I can be." He looks my way. "Who is this?"
"This is Y/N. He's the one who fought Riser's entire peerage and won." Sairaorg steps my way and extends a hand.
"I remember you now. I've been wondering when I would get the chance to meet the last Saiyan." I take his hand and shake it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. It's strange, I don't sense any demonic power inside of you."
"It's impressive you can deduce that from just seeing me. It's true, but it's a long story that I won't bore you with currently." We walk toward the dinner table.
"Sairaorg is my cousin, Y/N. His family relationship is a bit rugged at best but we have no issue accepting him how he is."
"I can tell you're strong. Maybe after dinner, we could spar with each other." Sairaorg and I sit across from each other.
