Throne & DxD

Chapter Oberon & Titania

Hello fellow masters-in-arms, welcome to another bond ch. Let us see what this servant(s) have in store for Kio. I do not own any property in this Xover beside my OC. I have been thinking of taking request for writing, if you have any suggestions, let me know in the comment section. ENJOY!

In the Throne of Heroes, the rhythmic sound of wooden swords clashing filled the air inside a traditional Japanese dojo. The scent of polished wood and incense wafted through the room, the atmosphere calm yet charged with intensity. Kio, still in the midst of his training, stood face to face with a swordsman with long blue hair tied neatly behind his head.

With a fluid motion, the man deflected Kio's strike, his movements swift and graceful, almost like a dance. The wooden bokkens clacked together again as Kio adjusted his stance, his body tense but determined.

"You're not hitting hard or fast enough," the man commented, his voice calm, almost teasing. "A swordsman should always be ready to commit to the strike."

Kio's brows furrowed, sweat forming on his brow as he caught his breath. "I'm trying," he replied, his grip tightening on the hilt of the wooden sword. "But you're too fast, Sasaki Kojirō - sensei"

Sasaki gave a soft chuckle, a slight smile playing at his lips. "Speed comes from the flow of your energy, not just your body. Relax, and let the sword become an extension of yourself."

With a deep breath, Kio concentrates, allowing the teacher's words to sink in. He could feel the weight of the sword in his hands, but also the air around him, the subtle shifts in the dojo as his mentor moved. His aura shifts, Kio adjusted his stance, taking a more fluid approach.

They clashed again, the sound of wood against wood echoing throughout the dojo. This time, Kio's movements were smoother. Sasaki nodded approvingly, though his expression remained calm and focused.

"Better, but still not enough" Sasaki said, parrying Kio's next strike. "Remember, a true swordsman doesn't just fight with their sword. They fight with their mind, their spirit."

Kio nodded, absorbing every word. This wasn't just about swordplay—it was about honing himself, pushing past his limits, and mastering not just his body but his spirit as well. In the Throne of Heroes, every lesson felt monumental, and this one, under Sasaki Kojirō's guidance, was no different.

The sound of clashing swords continued into the day, each strike bringing Kio closer to mastering the art that would one day define him. As the training intensified, the atmosphere in the dojo shifted. Sasaki stood poised, his expression calm but focused, and the air around him became charged with an overwhelming pressure. Kio, sensing the sudden change, his expression in shock, his body tense with the anticipation of what was coming next.

Sasaki made his move. *NOBLE PHANTASM* "Hidden Sword - Swallow Reversal!" he declared, his voice sharp and precise

In an instant, multiple sword strikes came at Kio from every direction. The sheer speed and precision of Sasaki's technique were too much for Kio to defend against. The strikes hit with devastating accuracy, and before Kio could even react, the force of the final blow sent him flying through the dojo's wall, splintering the wood.

Kio crashed outside, landing hard on the ground, the world spinning around him as he gasped for breath. His body ached from the relentless assault, and he struggled to stand. The sheer force of Sasaki's Noble Phantasm had left him stunned, both mentally and physically.

As Kio struggled to stand, his legs wobbled beneath him, and he felt his balance give way. Just before he could hit the ground, a pair of gentle hands caught him, steadying his fall. A young woman with long brown hair styled with delicate antennas, dressed in a white sleeveless one-piece adorned with a green waist vest, black fishnet stockings, and sleek black high heels.