(Mei's POV)
What... what am I even witnessing?
Minoru said he'd only been a Summoner for a little over a month.
A month.
And yet-this?
This isn't normal.
Every clash between him and Ippon-Datara sends shockwaves tearing through the chamber. Stone cracks. Air distorts. It's like watching two storms trying to devour each other.
I can follow Ippon-Datara's movements. That hammer and those red-hot forge-clamps aren't just weapons-they're part of his body. Every swing is like a blacksmith reshaping the battlefield. Calculated. Brutal.
But Minoru? He's something else entirely.
Ever since he cast Sukukaja, his body has become a blur of momentum and grace. I can hardly track him. It's like he's not just fighting-he's dancing.
No-flowing.
Every dodge, every counterstrike-it's all so precise, so fluid, like he's spent his entire life drilling these motions into his bones. I studied martial arts. I trained for years.
But he fights like it's his first language.
Ippon-Datara swings his massive hammer in a downward arc, raw force behind the blow.
Bang!
Stone erupts beneath them.
Crack!
It connects.
Minoru's right arm bends in a way it shouldn't.
Broken.
But he doesn't stop.
Doesn't hesitate.
His left hand surges with darkness-shadows wrapping around his fist like a second skin. He closes the gap, twists past the demon's grasp, and slams his palm into Ippon-Datara's chest.
A burst of dark flame erupts-black fire that eats rather than burns. The forge-born brute roars, metal shrieking under the assault.
And still Minoru doesn't fall.
But I see it. He's swaying. Shallow breath. Eyes dimming.
No time.
"Dia!"
The healing light rushes from me like a heartbeat. Minoru steadies. The smaller wounds seal first-his ribs, his bruised side. But the arm is still limp.
One more.
"Dia!"
This time, the bones knit back together. The blackened skin clears. His fingers twitch.
He breathes deeper.
He lives.
The shadows vanish in the wind, and what remains is Ippon-Datara, bruised, scorched, steam hissing from his wounds. The steel plating on his shoulder hangs loose. Sparks flutter from his chest.
They stare each other down across the wreckage.
Two hundreds meters apart.
Still standing.
Still fighting.
I thought I knew what strength looked like.
But now... I'm not so sure anymore.
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(Minoru's POV)
Seriously... what a tough bastard.
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The Devil Summoner in Shadow
FanfictionInstead of being reincarnated in another world after being hit by a truck, Minoru Kagenou finds himself in a world resembling a Dyson sphere, with a white star at its center. In this world filled with "magic" and supernatural creatures called Demons...
