The Delinquent's Grand Order

Burning Avenging

Everything came out of Shinji's mouth, having no need to hide anything. The kid unable to stop exposition beaming out his mouth. Whether it was because of the obvious nature that the attackers looked super strong and the super cool design, everything came forth from him. The situation growing more serious for those who listened to the kid rambling about something far darker than he let on.

"I see... I see. I truly do see what you mean. And what's your name again?" Keiji asked.

The boy burned brighter at the cool action figure, amazing that he even knew of such a thing in the desolate dungeon known as the Matou mansion. "S-Shinji! Matou Shinji!" he announced with great pride, even with a lineage that had died.

"Keiji," Muramasa called out to his master. "I can feel a broken young soul in the basement. I should inform you it's where most of those things are," he explained, calm as ever. Even in such a situation, the Zanpakuto spirit did not lose his cool.

Tranquil reactions wasn't the same for the owner, blood rushing into Keiji's face, only for it to go stiff and dark. Blood-burning eyes as Keiji relayed the same information to Mash and Jeanne Alter through their mental link. Even the Avenger couldn't help but let her growling come forth from the communications they shared.

Kneeling down, Keiji patted Shinji on the head, a sweet smile forced out. Unless the kid later became an asshole, this kid had to be protected. "Don't worry. I'm going to make sure that you and your sister are safe, but you have to because it's not safe here," Keiji told him.

The kindness was there, but living in the accursed household made Shinji aware that he didn't have a choice, so the only option left was to allow himself to be 'kidnapped'. However, it worked out perfectly. They were going to take Sakura and he didn't like his grandfather, so Mash was becoming more like Captain America as she grabbed the young Shinji and removed him from the house while Keiji and Jeanne Alter broke into the basement; a void of decrepit darkness that had rage boiling in the both of them the further they went down.

"And our guests have finally arrived."

A voice almost as filthy as the basement they found themselves in as a hunched old man was present, gray skin of an insect, eyes sunken so far in his skull and a bulbous head that further alienated him from anything normal. A sign that he had lived way past his expiry date; his whole body exposed and it was clear as day for the both of them that the man was more of a corpse than living.

Smiling and greeting them with a dark disposition didn't match how the old man's heart, which was probably useless at this point, was beating hard for the first time. For all the wrong reasons, the power of them clearly there and enough to make him realise that he was fucked. Was there even any way for him to be able to escape this situation? The distance between them meant nothing, even if Keiji wasn't a Heroic Spirit, the capabilities he possessed left Zouken no way to fight back.

Not once did Keiji care about the dirty old man, only able to look past him and see the vacant eyes of a purple-haired girl. Keiji wasn't an expert but there was way too much information available for him to understand what was going on. His eyes shaking, unable to control his temperature. A flare up of emotions that said fuck you to not everything needing a reaction, the room temperature beginning to rise while Keiji stood his ground.

The Red Dragon Emperor and everything they stood for couldn't bare it. Ddraig snarling in disgust, the former Boosted Gear wielders falling into rage, and Jeanne Alter's dark flames already exploded around them. It didn't kill Zouken just yet, especially as there was still Sakura there, but Keiji allowed his Servant to wildly use her dark flames as much as possible. Jeanne Alter not even grinning about it.

"I-if you try to kill me.... she won't make it!" Zouken was quick to use anything he could to stop them, panting heavily although his pathetic old life made it hard to show. "Sakura is your goal, is she not?" he asked, grinning a bit as there now appeared to be a way out of this scenario. They were powerful, but when a hostage was involved, survival was there. The worms beginning to move along to Zouken's side to further make Sakura surrounded and so that any attacks bore a higher risk of hitting her.