Wrought Iron Devil II: Grand Order (Highschool DXD x Male Reader)

Lyon

Shuri's dreams were not what she would have thought of this time. According to her father, it was normal for a Master to experience the memories of their contracted Servants through their dreams. Before being interrupted by Martha, her dream did start out as such. She heard through Jeanne's ears whispers of lamentation on the farm on which the girl resided. She could feel Jeanne's feelings. That this was God calling to her.

But this was not a memory. Not that of a Servant anyway.

....

"Trace.... on."

Shuri's eyes watched as two weapons flashed into her father's hands. His eyes met hers when she was done looking at them. For the first time since she started her studies at Lady Sitri's school, she was going to start emulating what her Dad did. It was a moment she had been waiting for her whole life. She had listened intently whenever Unlimited Blade Works was discussed. She faithfully followed her parents and Scàthach's lessons on Magecraft. Shuri had even gone so far as to eavesdrop or spy on her father's sessions with his apprentice, Sakura Tohsaka.

Learning basic Devil Magic was cool. Learning magecraft was cool. Shuri would be lying if she said she did not feel a rush every time she used lightning like her mother. But Tracing, Projection, maybe even a Reality Marble, was what she really wanted to do.

"Ready?" Dad asked.

"Yes." Shuri made to temper her excitement in her voice despite what her eyes were probably telling him.

"Begin." Dad presented Kanshou and Bakuya to her.

Shuri began moving her hands to touch the hilts of the married blades. As she did so, she used the incantation to activate her own magic circuits. And what other words would she use?

"Trace.... on." As she said it, the mental image of lightning flashing into existed played into her mind. Her circuits activated, Shuri placed her hands on the falchion grips.

"Tracing structure." She muttered as she underwent structural analysis. From there, a wave of cyan light went over the projections. Shuri's eyes closed as she focused on the scan. She focused on every possible detail. Every metal, every property and even every imperfection. Without her Dad's gift, she would need to fully grasp Kanshou and Bakuya in her mind to project it right.

"Do you have it?"

"Yeah. I got it."

"Let's see."

Shuri stepped back, eyes still closed. Her hands opened as she kept the blades image in her mind, hands open. She could feel her body heating up from her mana use. Still, she persisted. She could feel it. She could feel the mana pour into a point outside her palms, shaping into something recognizable.

Before she could think, her hands closed. They now grasped a hilt. She gasped, eyes instantly open and looking down. In her hands were copies of Kanshou and Bakuya. Stay mana crackled around them and her hands. But even as she panted, Shuri smiled widely. She did it.

....

The memory cut short when she felt a sudden throb in her head. Shuri realized her eyes were still closed. The breeze brushing her told her she was not back at the house, nor was she fourteen. It was a flashback to two years ago. She opened her eyes to find herself lying on the ground in a forest in medieval France. Seating on a log beside and staring at her was her father.

She knew that look. There was going to be a scolding. No, a reprimand.

"How are you feeling Shuri?"

"Head hurts a little." She answered honestly.