The Holy Sword Wielder Does Not Believe In God.

Chapter 16

~Rock music~

She knows it by heart, be it the lyrics, the bass, or the drum, she knows this song as if she had created it.

As if she had made the whole album.

Not as impressive as composing music for orchestras while being deaf, but still an achievement that few can boast about.

She could write it all down... If she had learned music, that is.

Had she had a normal childhood, perhaps she could have been a musician? 

It is a thought that often crosses her mind.

What if she had the possibility to learn an instrument?

The piano?

'Too big and not catchy enough.'

Percussions?

'It's too big too.'

She could just sing.

'Boring and sooooooooo embarrassing...'

What about an electric guitar? 

'That's better, but not quite what I want.'

The bass.

That's what she has always wanted to learn.

Well, if you were to ask her younger self, she would most certainly answer the electric guitar. But it does not count, she did not know the difference.

...

The music keeps playing, Kamui staring aimlessly at the display.

...

A ray of light takes her out of her trance.

'The sun has risen, time for work, I guess.' Kamui stands up, waiting just the right moment to stop the music. 'You know, right when it switches track.' She stares at the display, time slowing as her brain endures the full might of her inhuman speed.

'There!' She pushes the button. 'Perfect.' Her headphones get thrown on the couch carelessly.

Her phone rings, Jimini's number appearing on the screen. 'Well, that's what you call convenient timing.' "Hola, como estas?"

"Hola! Are you fluent in Spanish too?" The Salamander chuckles from the other end.

"No." Kamui answers with a smile. "You just heard around 50% of my Spanish vocabulary."

Jimini hums in amusement. "Alright, are you free today? I need you to meet someone."

"Hu hu~. Where is it?" She asks as she quickly puts her shoes on

"Just meet me at my house, I will go with you." He explains.

Kamui closes her front door. "See you then."

"See you in a bit."

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Magatsuchi Shouta is the son of a well-respected archmage.

The blue haired boy had made sure the magic circle had been drawn correctly three times and followed all the instructions perfectly.

He was supposed to summon a demon as a familiar.

But it isn't. It would be an unforgivable insult to refer to the being before him with such a foul word.

Messy, semi-long blond hair partially hiding exotic eyes of gold. An Amazonian stature and an aura that only the greatest of heroes can hope to have.

A hideous scar on her muscular stomach indicates where her liver is, a similar mark can be found on her back.

She passes her hand in her hair, willing a headband into reality. "What a peculiar way of summoning, making me climb out of a caldron butt naked." She chuckles wholeheartedly, basic clothing now hugging her frame. "By such a young man too. What may have caused you to perform such summoning?" She kneels to eye level, giving a stunned Shouta a good view of her face.