Diablo in Highschool DxD

Chapter 9: Training

A young boy was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, he slowly began to stir. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes, and let out a long yawn.

Finally awake, he sat up in his bed and stretched his arms above his head, working out the kinks in his muscles. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he couldn't help but think about the events of the previous day.

It had been tiring, but also extremely productive.

He had completed his ritual, celebrated his birthday, and unlocked his mana, which meant he was finally ready to start his training

He smirked slightly, '...and I also finally got my Zanpakut--'

He suddenly blinked.

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'WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ZANPAKUTŌ!?!' He mentally screamed as he experienced a complete emotional breakdown

His thoughts raced and he felt like he was on the brink of a panic attack, however he then realised that something heavy was pressing down on the bed in front of him.

His legs, of course, couldn't feel it as they couldn't reach the bed's full length. He was three for crying out loud.

When he looked closer, he saw that it was a sheathed katana, it's dark scabbard contrasting sharply with the white sheets

Realising what it was, his shoulders slacked in relief, as if a huge load got lifted of him.

Picking it up, he examined the sword more closely, taking in its simple yet elegant design. There was nothing particularly fancy about it, except for the fact that it was entirely pitch black. It looked like it had been crafted with great care and attention to detail.

'Damn its heavy' he mentally grumbled, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to even pick it up before the ritual. Even though he was complaining, he was extremely happy and relieved.

With his thumb, he shifted the sheath slightly to the top, revealing the blade of the katana. The blade was just as dark as the scabbard, and it was sharp - so sharp that it seemed like you could cut yourself just by looking at it

He wrapped his hands around the hilt and tested its balance, pleased to find that it felt perfectly balanced in his grasp. It was a bit large for him at the moment, but he knew that he would grow into it eventually. It would be his perfect fit.

He slowly dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the dining room, his katana clutched in his hand. As much as he was eager to start training with it, he hesitated, the memory of Grayfia's anger still fresh in his mind

He shivered in fear as he recalled what happened when he once skipped on lunch.

No.....Angry Grayfia was bad.....very bad

As he walked into the grand dining room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the silver-headed maid who was busily arranging the table with an assortment of plates and cutleries.

She looked up at him, and he noticed her eyes widen slightly in surprise as they met his gaze. In a hurry to finish her tasks, she quickly set the final few plates down and approached him with a 'worried' expression on her face.