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Sayomi slowly opens her eyes, her lip twist into a frown when she felt a familiar mana signature appears inside her palace. The door to the throne room slams open to reveal Kaizen, emerging from the shadows. His blood red and slit pupils' eyes glows brightly while a bloodlust and cocky smirk is plastered on his lip.

"Ooh... Look at you!" Kaizen exclaims in grandiose and taunting manner, walking toward Sayomi and taking in the sight of her sitting on a beautiful and grand golden throne with red interior "Just how much you have grown. Holding yourself in such a high esteem and power there... Little sister" he comments in mocking tone, stopping just a few paces away from her.

Eifion enters the room just in time before the large doors shuts itself. He make himself comfortably by standing behind the now close door, silently observing the scene between two siblings.

Sayomi looks down at her brother, unamused by his muckiness talk. She knows it irks him that she has gain power that surpasses him. He was one the stronger one, but now it's her and it hurts his pride. Kaizen is a very prideful man and sees himself as god. Knowing someone out there is more powerful than him, much less his very own younger relative being the one, it will always infuriate him.

"What has brought you here, Kaizen" Sayomi question after releasing a sigh, already showing her displeasure of his abrupt visit. "I'm here for the progress of our plan... You gave me the detail about it, but you mentioned to me about its progress" Kaizen state, crossing his arms "Do we have to wait long?!" "Always the short-temper one, Brother. The progress is fine and steady. But, as I told you we can't make a huge leap forward currently".

Kaizen grunt "Are we seriously going to wait that long?!" he suddenly shouts "We need to avoid unnecessary attention! Look at what happened to Alucard!" Sayomi retort back, raising her voice as well and sharping it to send it straight through Kaizen's thick skull.

Kaizen push both his hands to the jean's pockets and release another grunt in annoyance, knowing what his sister says is fact. "This world is dull. If this keeps up, I'll have to go entertain myself... I've grown intrigued in these Sacred Gears users" Kaizen state, a smirk slowly forms on his lip "Those two boys in Shigemi gave me a great time... I might just go hunt them down and finish it" he said, thoughtfully.

Sayomi frown deeply, her slit pupils sharpen in displease. "I've told you that Nawin Makasha is not to be in contact. I will personally deal with him when the times come. I'm getting tired of reminding you of this... Brother." Kaizen cocky smile turn to a scowl, holding annoyance "Wouldn't it do good to our cause if we brought him here right now... What the hell are you waiting for!" he shouts, pink aura starts emitting around his body to show his irritation "Do you have some sort of fascination with the boy?!" he questions.

The moment Kaizen's outburst ends. Sayomi teleports in front of him and send a backhand to the side of his face, sending him barreling across to the side of the room. Sayomi's glowing eyes snap toward the kneeling pureblood, her eyes hold immense annoyance and anger in them.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, Brother" Sayomi state, standing straight and turn around to head back to her throne. Kaizen growl and launch toward Sayomi with his right hands forward, intending to impale her with the sharp claws that all vampires inherit.

Sayomi sigh and turn around to slap her brother's arm away and grab him by the throat. Kaizen suddenly smile and looks down at his sister, his lip twist into a taunting smirk. "You've change a lot" "What do you expect? I've grown older... I'm no longer that girl who needed your pathetic help" Sayomi retorts, sharply.

Sayomi toss Kaizen to the ground and decide to head to the door. "There's that... But that's not all I'm talking about... You've used that haven't you?" Kaizen question, getting up and rub his neck while the taunting smirk on his lips widen into an amusing one.

Sayomi's footstep halt for a second, then, she slowly turns her head and glare back at her brother "None of your business, Kaizen. Shut your mouth" she sharply replies, calling her brother by his name to warn him not to push any further. Sayomi turn forward and resume her way to the door.

Eifion release a sigh when seeing his master following Sayomi, clearly not taking knowledge of her warning. "I'm sure you know that us Purebloods hate increasing our numbers unless it is an absolute necessary. I'm sure you know what happens to once that goes... Rouge" Kaizen speaks, slowly following Sayomi.

"Most of the pureblood family would produce only one children, but... In rare circumstances few could have two. Gifted Pureblood are bestowed with that one ability, that one ability that acts like failsafe... For our survival." Kaizen walk past Sayomi and turn around to stop in front of her.

"Don't remind me of a history that is dead, Kaizen" Sayomi reply, her composure starts to break and anger start showing on her face and eyes. Kaizen's expression hardens in stern and annoyance "You used it... Didn't you! You wasted that gift!" he exclaims, loudly "You may have gotten strong, but you are still a stupid girl like be—" Kaizen speech stop when Sayomi send a high right kick that smash to the side of his face.

Kaizen is blast away and crash into the dense earth walls. Eifion shake his head and release a troublesome sigh, when seeing his master is now unconscious from the vicious and precise kick to the side of his face. Sayomi lower her right leg to the ground and quietly continues her way to the door.

Eifion turns his sight to Sayomi and gives her an apologetic smile "Apologies by my Master's behavior, Lady Sayomi" he said with a graceful bow. The Pureblood stop in front of the door, an amuse smirk crack on her lip "That's what I always like about you, Eifion. You have well manners and know your role" she said.

Eifion just smile politely "I have served your family my whole life. I am here to solely serve you, Lady Sayomi and Master Kaizen..." "And you shall continue to do so, until the very end" Sayomi repeat the words that Eifion always told her in the past. Eifion smile and nod "Indeed. I am happy you remembered" "Yeah...".

Sayomi pulls the large door open, ready to leave. "I know it's rude of me to question such personal matters. But, if I may, Lady Sayomi" Eifion suddenly speaks, "What exactly was the caused to resort you on using that?" he questions in complete respective tone.

Sayomi pause, then slowly, she turns her head to face Eifion. The attendant's always calm composure change into shock when he sees a genuine smile fill with fondness form Sayomi's face, something he hasn't seen in a very long time. "An unexpected event transpired when I woke up, Eifion... An event very special to me" Sayomi answers and exits the room.

Vesarima

Issei glance back to look at the Makasha sibling. More precisely at Lucy, who is laying close to her brother's side and resting her head on his chest while a lazy expression is plastered on her face. Between Nawin's stoic, tranquil gaze and Lucy bored expression. The two looks more like a sibling than ever before, with the way they look and are close together.

'Is this who she really is? Nawin told me that Lucy hides her true self under a mask... Much like himself. Is this really the real Lucy right now?' Issei ask himself, staring at the blonde, playing with a pocky stick that is in her mouth, moving it around her lip while she gaze down at the arena.

The fifth match has already begun. Everyone watch on in silence, anticipatingly waiting for the two fighters to begin. Many are intrigue in this match due to how the two fighters holds a rather mysterious and very little background information. Especially Michael, who is a person that just appeared and is accepted in by the King Satan, Sirzech.

From the lounge, the person who have their attention most focus on the match is Nawin Makasha. Who is staring at Michael with steel gaze, intrigue running in his stoic brown eyes. 'Let's just see what you got, Michael. You have been a mystery, but now it's time to shine some light in it'.

Juro takes the first step, planting his feet firmly on the repaired arena ground. He watches his hooded opponent standing still with his arms rest on the sides. In a speed that only High-class and stronger beings can see. Juro summons a golden light lance on his right hand and throws it to Michael.

In a swift movement, Michael slaps the lance away with his right hand with no effort. Juro flick his finger and the lance glows brighter, then lights up in a dense explosion that takes shape of an oval, consuming Michael in it.

Michael burst away from the right of the explosion. His clothes slightly burnt, but other than that, he hasn't sustained any damage from the condense explosion. 'That attack would have vaporize a high-class devil. Being it's made by holy magic it will still hurt fighters that are classed above. Is he even a devil? Or there might be some sort of protection ability that is shielding him, but I must take note that his clothes have gotten burnt by the blast... I need to test more' Juro state, calmly analyzing his opponent.

Michael raise his left hand up, alerting the Angel. It a swift movement, he brings his hand down to the right then swipe it upwards. A dark purple blast form in existence and cut through the ground, speeding toward the Angel.

The spiky form blast suddenly stops a few feet away from Juro. The Angel was about to dodge it, but he halts in confusion when seeing the blast comes to a sudden halt. Quickly, a look of realization dawn on Juro's face and he quickly jumps back. The blast suddenly shoots forward, in a shape of dozens of sharp dark purple spikes that is speeding toward the Angel, intending to impale him.

Juro lands on his right hand and push himself up to land on his feet. The spikes continue its movement, forcing Juro to perform numbers of backflips. Seeing the blast of spikes not stopping, Juro quickly decide to land on his feet and jump up and over all the spikes.

While in air, above the menacing looking blast. Juro's expression turn to shock when he sees two spikes shoots upwards, aiming to him. Juro response is to summon light sword and in a quick swipe, cuts down the spikes, but that only cause more spikes to be release from the blast that halt its movement. 'It's like that thing has a mind of its own! Unless he is controlling it with his mind' Juro notes.

Juro tries his best to cut down all the incoming spikes. He is able to rid a dozen of them, before two spikes is able to sneak in and stab into his right thigh. Juro groan in pain and quickly cut the spike with the sword. Eight pairs of golden feather wings explode from his back and Juro quickly flies up to avoid more incoming spikes.

Juro watch and see the spike stop about a few meters from the ground. Juro grab the pieces of spike stuck in his thigh. The first spike didn't completely pierce through, but it was deep enough to cause a significant amount damage that prevents him from running for the remaining match. The second one is smaller in size, but is sticking right through the thigh and is causing the most pain.

In a quick motion, Juro pulls the spikes out and toss it to the ground. He continues to remain high in the air and look down to the magic blast that has already been discarded. He turns to Michael, who is calmly looking up at him.

Juro looks at the wound 'It is forbidden for us to heal... I need to be careful to not add pressure on my right leg or the wound will continue to bleed.' Juro slowly descend to the ground and stop above it, hovering just a few inches from the earth. 'I can't risk losing any more blood or I'll end up passing out' he notes, glancing down on his heavily bleeding right leg. His once clean white slack is now coated in red blood.

"You've lost quite a lot of blood already. I'm curious what you are going to do next? Your only logical strategy would be staying in the air to not risk adding pressure to your leg" Michael state in passive tone, looking up at the Angel with collective gaze.

Lounge

Nawin rest his head on his right hand while resting his left arm around Lucy's shoulder. His tranquil expression hardens slightly when looking at the battle, more specifically Michael. "Damn, that guy is strong" Issei comment, eyeing the battle closely, leaning on the rails.

"Angels are having quite the bad luck" Lucy comment out, gaining the Hyoudou's attention "What you mean, Lucy?" he asks in curious. "Juro is already done, Issei" Nawin add in, surprising Issei while the other contenders glance at the Makasha before returning their gazes to the match.

"W-why would you say that?" Issei ask "Everyone holds a trump card. This Juro guy could have something up his sleeves!" "Maybe... But, I think this battle already has its result. This Michael... He is in a whole other league. If Juro falls then the whole Angel group has been defeated in the first round... It brings great embarrassment to the faction, but like Lucy just said... It seems bad luck has fallen on the Angel's group" Nawin calmly explains, his eyes never leaving from the battle.

Arena Ground

Michael has his hands rest inside the short's pockets. He kicks his right feet down and send himself up, towards the Angel in the air. Michael spins around and stretch his right leg out. Juro flies back to dodge the spinning kick, then in precise time, he grabs Michael's ankle and start spinning him.

Juro release the white-haired man, sending him crashing into the walls. Juro quickly summons a lance, holding it tightly in his right hand. "Hah!" he let out a shout and boost toward Michael with the lance pointing forward.

Seeing this, Michael bring his right hand to the side and slam his palm in to the walls, then maneuver his body to the right and slam his left hands in to the wall as well, to keep him balance on the wall. With the immense and sudden speed Juro use, he didn't have time to stop and the lance pierce into the walls, leaving his right momentarily stuck in the wall with the lance. Michael quickly use this as an advantage and bring his left feet to the side, slamming it to the side of Juro's face.

Juro crash to the ground and immediately feel a burning sensation in his right thigh. He quickly sits up and flaps his wings, allowing himself to return to the air. Juro looks down to see fresh, wet blood leaking down from the wound, dripping down his right leg and to the ground.

Michael release his hands from the walls and rotate his upper body forward to allow his feet to plant on to the wall, standing on it. 'This is the best and most discreet way to defeat him... I can't allow everyone to know just what I'm capable of' Michael notes in his mind, staring at the Angel's blooded leg 'He's losing a lot of blood again... The wounds must have reopened from that harsh crash. He will either have to forfeit or will end up passing out very soon'.

A familiar dark purple aura form into existence and swarm around Michael. The aura holds sharp corners, giving it a dangerous appearance, like if anyone goes near it they will be cut down before they could reach the user.

Juro gets alert when seeing Michael slowly lift his right hand. The aura around him start moving in a more rapid pace, screaming danger. Juro quickly counter by summoning five light lances and shoots them to Michael. Instead of directing it towards Michael, they spread out and slam around the white-haired man. All the lances are stuck firmly on the wall, form into a shape like circle with Michael standing in the center.

Juro sees the light lance immediately start cracking and breaking from being near the violent purple aura. He quickly acts, and flick his fingers to activate the lances. The lances glows brightly, then, on the top of the lances shoots out a golden beam up. All five beams shoots up and cocks inwards to have all of them come into contact.

A fade golden mana walls form on the open areas that the beams create, trapping Michael in a small and tight prison that is a shape of a cone. Intrigue by this technique, Michael brings his right hand up and stick the index finger out to touch the glowing walls.

Michael wince when he feels a painful burning sensation shoot to his finger and somehow to his whole right arm. He is surprise when his arm suddenly drops to the side. 'Interesting... These walls send a powerful shockwave when touched... Powerful enough that it left my arm numb and immobilize... I can't feel or move it now' Michael state, mighty impress by the young Angel's ability.

Juro's panting has become more noticeable, his eyes lid starts getting heavy. 'I've lost too much blood' he mentally state and looks down at the imprison Michael 'I need to end it quickly or it's over for me'.

Juro is surprise when seeing Michael lifting his left hand up 'Is he thinking straight? If he strikes the wall again then his left arm will also be rendered useless.' Dark Purple aura emits around Michael's left arm and in a swift motion, he swipe with his arm and shatters the cone prison.

The lances stabbed on the ground breaks into golden sparkles and slowly fades out of existence. Juro's expression hold disbelief 'O-only two people have ever broken through my Radiance Prison! Who is this person?' he thinks, staring with wide eyed at the white-haired man.

"You did good, kid. If I wasn't your opponent, then you would have won... It is very unfortunately for you." In a speed that only Grayfia, Yao, Jonathan, the head of the Royal clans, and the faction Leaders can see, Michael appear behind Juro and give a precise chop to the neck that instantly knocks the young warrior to unconsciousness.

Juro's golden wings immediately recedes and he drops to the ground. Michael quickly catch the Angel by the collar of his shirt, with his left hand and hoist the boy up to his shoulder. Michael slowly descend to the ground and lands gently. He walks toward Grayfia, who has already summoned the medics.

Michael place Juro on the stretcher and watch the medics take him away. "Well done. If had you went overboard I would have called this match out, Michael" Grayfia said in a strict tone, glancing at the man with her cold silver eyes.

The man let out a chuckle "I didn't come here to mess with the new generations, Grayfia" he replies "Good. Make sure none of the them are involve in your reasons for returning... You put them in harms way and I will intervene, Michael" Grayfia warns.

Michael easily sees the true meaning behind Grayfia's word. He simply chuckles and start heading to the stairs "Don't worry... I won't harm your dear Makasha" he replies in a teasing manner. "One of the reason why I'm here is to actually not let that be the case" he whispers so only the silver-haired Queen can hear. Grayfia's eyes widen slightly by this new information, before it narrows again, staring at the retreating man 'What are you up to, Michael...'.

Grayfia shake her head and decide to throw that in a backburner for now. She turns back to the crowd and sees them getting restless. Clearly lots of them have been patiently waiting to see the Black Flash in action and can't wait any longer.

Grayfia turns to the lounge to look at the remaining contenders "Nawin Makasha and Lock Jones! Both of you step down for the final round to proceeds!" she exclaims in a booming tone. The crowd erupts in a thunderous cheer for the final match.

The crowd cheers loudly when seeing Lock, instead of using the stairs just jump over the railing and falls to the ground. Lots gasp in shock and awe when seeing Nawin appear on the arena just as Lock lands on his feet. The Jones smirk when seeing the famous technique and witness just how impressive it is 'He sure is fast... He arrived before I even landed on the ground.'

Seeing the two staring intently at one another, Grayfia quickly raise her hand to signal the match to start "One... Two... Three! Begin!" she shouts and jumps away. Instantly, Nawin and Lock sprint toward each other. Both swing their right fist forward and collides it, creating a booming shockwave that crack the walls and obliterate the ground beneath them.

Both bring their hands back and send a right high kick. Once again both fighter's feet collide, creating another shockwave. Next, the two send a barrage of punches and kicks toward each other.

The audience watch on in awestruck at the shockwaves and destructions that is being produce at every fists and kicks connect from Nawin and Lock. The two haven't land a hit on each other yet and look equally match in close combat skills.

Nawin side step to the right to dodge an uppercut and quickly counter with an elbow that connects to the Jones's chest. Lock cough out air by the sudden impact and is send sliding back by a few paces.

Stadium

"Wow! This Lock guy can keep up with Nawin-senpai in close quarter combat! That's impressive" Xenovia state out in surprise "Yes... Very few can match Nawin-kun in close combat" Akame agrees, watching the Jones releasing his chest and grin in excitement.

"You finally speak, Akame!" Rias smile, turning to the stoic Knight, who hums in response, her eyes completely focus on her king's match. Akeno is surprise to see a small grin form on Nawin's face, excitement and exhilaration is shown on it 'This battle is personal... What happened? Did Lock do something to him?' Akeno question in her mind, turnning her eyes to Lock and it darkens in menace at the thought of someone harming her lover.

"Seems like he inherited your prowess on close combat, Lady Yao" Venelana state, staring at the young Makasha "He certainly has, but my husband was the one that trained him in it. I wouldn't dream of teaching my son my own fighting style... For reasons that it is dangerous and it's better that he creates one of his own to fit his style" Yao response, looking at her son with proudness in her eyes.

"He is a genius in close combat. The boy absolves all of my teaching like a sponge and in just at age twelve, he already starts creating his own fighting style and ever since then he starts modifying it to make it as effective and dangerous as it can be" Jonathan inform, surprising lots at the fact.

Beth hold a look of confusion and concern "He lives a normal life back then... I'm not question your judgement, but isn't that too young for a child to start to learn how to fight?" "Nawin's life is far from normal back then, Lady Beth" Yao reply in vague tone, gaining attention from all except her husband.

The group didn't question further when seeing the harden gaze on Yao's and Jonathan's eyes. All of them quietly turn their attention back to the battle.

Arena Ground

"Not bad! You at least know how to fight instead of hiding behind those stupid magic attacks!" Lock spat, wearing a cocky grin while his eyes glows in excitement and anticipation. Nawin clench both his hands tightly, creating an audible pop "You won't have to worry about me using any magic" he states, bringing his right hand forward "I'm going to pummel you down for what you've done. Consider this a painful payback... Lock Jones. I am going to leave you here blooded and broken" Nawin swears in icing tone.

Lock gets to his stance, grinning like a battle maniac "I like to see you try that. No one can beat me when it comes to close combat!" he exclaims and speed toward the Makasha. Nawin also runs toward the bulky man, and swing his right arm forward, delivering a clothesline. In a speed that surprise the Makasha, Lock duck down to dodge the clothesline. Lock turn around and wrap his large arms around Nawin's waist, then in a swift movement throws him over the top to deliver a powerful suplex.

Nawin quickly maneuver in midair and instead landing on the back of his neck, he lands on the shoulders, then quickly flip over to get on his feet. Lock didn't stop and is already in front of Nawin to deliver a brutal high knee that connects to the chin of the Makasha.

Nawin stumble back, daze by the sudden knee. Lock spins to create a momentum and deliver a blazing clothesline that send Nawin flipping forward and crashes face-first to the ground.

The audience watch in shock at the unforeseen display, surprise that the Makasha is getting attack so viciously. All goes quiet and continue to watch on in anticipation and anxious.

Lock smirk when looking down at the Makasha, he lift his right feet up and bring it down to the boy's head. Nawin quickly shoot his right hand up and grab Lock's feet "... I actually felt that knee" he comments and slowly gets up while still holding on to the feet.

Lock grit his teeth and tries to balance his body with his left feet. He couldn't use his hands since the Makasha keeps a fair distance that his hands won't be able to reach. Lock did something unexpected and jump then move his left leg towards the Makasha's head. Seeing this, Nawin let go of the other feet and duck down to dodge the kick. Quickly, Nawin stand back up and grab both Lock's feet and swing him over his shoulder.

Lock comes crashing to the ground on his back, in a vicious speed, strong enough to cause the earth to shatter and bury him in a small crater. With his fierce strength, Lock push himself off the ground and brings both his fist forward, intending to send it to Nawin.

Seeing this coming, Nawin side step to dodge it, then swing his right feet around as Lock goes pass him. His kick connects to the Jones's back and cause the man to stagger forward.

The audiences' winces at the sickening flesh sounds these punches and kicks are creating. They are incredibly stiff and brutal, showing all just how serious these two are taking this match, and how much they dislike each other. Some are finding it hard to even listen to it.

Nawin rub his jaw, still feeling the soreness left by the knee. 'You're having fun, aren't you?' Tairex comment, grinning darkly in amusement 'It's been a long time since I've found a good opponent to fight in a hand to hand combat' Nawin reply with a faint smirk forming on his lip.

"Come now, Lock Jones" Nawin speaks, lifting his hands and moves it to the sides to signal the large man to come at him "I've been hungry for some entertaining battle... I can't see any other battle that can get my blood pumping other than a good old fist to fist fighting" he states.

"Hah... I agree" Lock smirk, straightening his posture and get to his stance. 'His stance... It's very similar to those heavy-weights in MMA. He's a down to earth close combat fighter no doubt' Nawin notes and slowly gets to his own stance. "Sitting around must have left you bored?" Lock question "Indeed." "For once and only, I agree with you... Makasha. Sitting through those boring matches will tire your body out... Let's get our bloods pumping again, aye?" "You took the words right out of my mouth".

Lock kick himself off the ground and speed toward Nawin. The Makasha swing his right hand forward, but Lock dodge down in the last second and is intending to deliver another suplex. Knowing this was coming, Nawin turn around and bring his right hand and grab Lock by the throat. He lifts the bulky man up, high above his head, and swing him down in a swift movement to deliver a harsh chokeslam.

Nawin clench his left hand tightly into a fist and swing it down to Lock's face. The Makasha deliver a few stiff punches that bust the Jones's lip open. Lock quickly swing a right elbow to the side of Nawin's head, knocking him away while freeing himself.

Lock stand up and lick his lip to taste his own blood. He cusses and looks at the Makasha, and sees him getting to his feet. Nawin smirk and return to his stance. Seeing that smirk angers Lock and he quickly burst forward in speed.

Lock sees Nawin ready his right hand, intending to deliver a punch in the last second. When just a few paces away, Lock jumps to the right and grab Nawin by the shoulder and throws him forward. Lock quicken his sprint and slows down when he's next to Nawin, who's still flying in midair by the throw.

Lock deliver an elbow to the stomach, bringing Nawin down, but he wasn't done and deliver a knee to the Makasha's back to bring him up. Lock continue the combos a few times and smirk when seeing Nawin cough out blood and groan in pain. Lock finish it with a right hook to the face, sending Nawin to the ground.

Nawin slowly gets on his feet and spit the blood from his mouth. He looks up to see Lock to gesture him to bring it. Nawin wipe his lip and smirk 'Let's dance.' he sprints forward. Lock bring his left leg up and smash it to the ground to cause the earth to crack forward. Nawin disappears in pure speed and reappears behind the Jones.

Nawin gives a powerful and swift kicks Lock's left leg, causing the blonde-haired man to fall, but while still in midair, Nawin swings his right hand down and smash it to Lock's stomach, sending him crashing to the ground in whiplashing speed.

"Let's kick this to the next gear... My blood is already pump" Nawin state and summons the twisted etcher. He brings the sword down, but Lock quickly roll to the left in the last second and push himself away to create distance from the Makasha.

Nawin dash forward, not intending to give Lock time to recollect. He thrust the blade forward, forcing Lock to twist his body to the left, but the sharp chains were able to glaze his stomach. Nawin duck down to dodge the incoming fist from the back, and to counter, he uses his right feet to swipe at Lock's feet.

Lock sees this and jump to dodge the strike. Nawin twist the sword to have its tip face back and thrust it to Lock's stomach. Seeing this, Lock quickly summons a long silver dagger and use it to stop the blade. Another dagger appears on Lock's left hand and he thrust it to Nawin's face.

Seeing the dagger coming to him, Nawin is force to jump back to dodge the sharp weapon. Lock smirk and twirls the daggers around before stopping it and holding them tightly, getting to his stance. Nawin stands straight and strong while holding the twisted etcher with his right hand, holding the sword forward.

Nawin appears in front of Lock and swings his blade to the right. Lock brings both daggers to his side and block the strike. A smirk tug on Nawin's lip and he pull the gear shift to activate the chains. The chains around the blade start spinning in sound speed. Nawin wasn't done and start adding his mana into the sword, making the chains glow in black.

Lock clear a sound of a metal chink and looks at his weapon. His expression widen in shock when he sees the silver daggers cracking, quickly setting panics in him. Seeing the Jones is about to retreat, Nawin immediately act and push his blade with all his strength, shattering through the daggers and cuts right across Lock's chest.

Blood explode from the deep cut on the blonde's chest and start dripping down to his stomach. "Y-you fucking bastard!" Lock spat out at the Makasha, using his right hand to grab his chest, but the slash is so wide across that it does nothing and the blood continues to spill out like water.

'I knew it... This would end quickly... What a bore' Tairex yawn in the mindscape, watching the match with one eye while lying on the floor. Sairex drinks his cup of tea and examine the match with calm and collective eyes. "No surprise, Nawin-kun has grown a lot with the training he has received from Azazel" the white-haired dragon comment, placing the tea cup down on the wooden table. "He is in a whole other league compare to Lock Jones. It didn't do any favors for Lock that he is a full on close combat style fighter... Having Nawin as his opponent is unfortunate"

Nawin dispel the twisted etcher and turn around to walk away, shocking everyone and Lock. "W-where you are going! You think this is over?!" Lock stands up and glare at the Makasha "Of course... You don't stand a chance against me. This isn't even a fair fight" Nawin state and glance back to show his glowing red eyes.

Nawin quickly notice something strange when seeing how heavily Lock's breathing pattern has gotten 'Strange... He may have lost a lot of blood, but it shouldn't be this quick to cause him to be in a brink of unconsciousness' he thinks. Finding humiliation in the Makasha's words, Lock sprint forward "I'll pummel you to the ground!" he roars out in rage.

Nawin cock his head to the right to dodge the fist and in quick motion, he turns around and deliver a high elbow that smash down to Lock's head with such force that the ground beneath them crack. Lock instantly plummet to the ground by the blow. Nawin looks down at Lock's unmoving body "Consider that payback" he whispers.

Everyone watch in silence, at awe and shock at how the Makasha is able to knockout the Jones with such ease. Nawin stare at Lock with an unreadable expression plaster on his face, before turning around and resume walking away.

"Winner of this match is Nawin Makasha!" Grayfia announce and the crowd explode in the loudest of cheers and applauds to the Makasha, clearly showing lots of them are favoring him to win this. Nawin didn't pay much mind to the crowd, instead his mind is focus on the match that just happened '... I need to question him soon' he notes and instead of returning to the lounge, he enters through the only doors in the arena that leads inside of it, heading back to his temporary room.

Grayfia watch the Makasha sudden exit in slight confusion, wondering why the boy is in such a haste to leave the arena. She shakes her head and looks up to see it's nearing evening, the red sun is already slowly descending.

Grayfia watch the medic take Lock away, then turns to the crowd. "That will conclude the first round! The winners of this round! Issei Hyoudou, Akari Hirai, Alis Bethan, Lucy Makasha, Michael, and Nawin Makasha! These warriors will proceed to the next round tomorrow!" Grayfia announce.

The crowd applaud in excitement and at all the winners, chanting each of their names and throwing some compliments to them. Lucy and Issei are the only one that knowledge them and waves. Issei being more enthusiastic. The other contender just ignores the crowd. One by one, each start exiting the lounge and head back to their temporary home inside the arena.

Time Skip: Gremory Estate

"That was quite an entertaining display the fighters showed" Zeoticus comment, opening the large stylish wooden doors that leads to the main room. "I agree completely, honey! That was an impressive showcase all the fighters from each faction has shown. I'm honestly excited for tomorrows" Venelana brightly said, walking beside her husband.

The rest follow the Lord and Lady Gremory to a large and spacious room that holds many comfortable couches, beautiful expensive paintings that hangs on the grey walls, some master crafted armors set stood in the corners. A long marble table is set in the center of the room, ten beautiful gold chairs with red interior are placed on each side, with one more chairs set on the front and back end of the table.

Venelana turns around and smile at everyone "Since it's getting late! Why don't you all have dinner with us" she suggests and turns to Yao, looking her with eager and hope. Yao just smile when seeing the eager look on Venelana's face, it was hard for her to decline "I don't see the harm of having dinner here. Me and my husband aren't in hurry to head home anyways" she said, and is immediately drag to the table by Venelana.

Rias, who is stood in front of her group, shakes her head at her mother's behavior. 'I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing Okaa-sama acting like this. At least it is only when Yao-san is present' she thinks, though with a smile since she is happy when her mother is happy. And she can see that having Yao here is definitely making her mother act like a young woman again.

"It's unfortunate that Riser-san and Ravel-chan couldn't be here" Asia comment, being guide to the chair by Koneko, who's holding her right hand while Gasper occupied the left one to stay close to the blonde since he rarely ever visits the Gremory estate, so it's still new for him and he doesn't want to get lost.

"Aunt Beth just want to spend some time with them since both now lives in the human world like the rest of us. We should let the two spend some time with their family, Asia" Rias said gently, smiling at the blonde "Yeah, I understand! We will meet them again tomorrow anyway!" Asia said brightly. Quickly, some spot a look of jealousy on Koneko's face.

Akeno raise an eyebrow and let out a giggle "Ara Ara, are you jealous that Asia-chan and Ravel-chan are getting along well, Koneko?" she teases and immediately receive a glare from the cute girl. "Well! I find that Young Koneko and Young Asia adorable together! Such a lovely friendship they hold" Elise said brightly "I agree completely" Kokoro nod, wearing a smirk.

A faint blush builds on Koneko's face when she hears all the comments, but she quickly suppresses it and help Asia to properly sit down on the chair, before she takes a sit herself, next to the blonde.

"You ever got lost in here?" Jonathan ask Zeoticus, examining the massive room and remembering the many hallways and turns they had to take to get here. "Ahaha! For the first year I have gotten lost many of times, but you will grow used to it over time" "I see..." Zeoticus glance at the blonde-haired man, holding an amuse smile "Not your taste I presume?" he questions and Jonathan chuckle "My wife and I prefer a more simpler living arrangement... Nothing so grand" "Says the guy who spend more money in his cars than his house!" Yao shouts from behind, already sited next to Venelana. Everyone chuckle and giggle out in amusement at the comment while Jonathan just laughs nervously.

"I shouldn't be surprise by this, but it was kind of unexpected to see how quickly Nawin-senpai ended his match with Lock" Xenovia comments, sitting next to Yuuto, while looking at the rest taking their seats. "Yeah... It was like he could have ended the match very early, but I guess he wants to see what Lock had to offer" Yuuto adds in.

Zeoticus leans his right elbow on the table and rest his chin on the hand "Do you children hold any knowledge about anything going on between Nawin and Lock?" he asks and is surprising to get a lot of confusing look from the young devils, causing him to raise his eyebrows. Akeno was about to speak, but is beaten by Akame "I've seen the look of hatred exchanged between the two" she speaks out.

Akeno send a side glance at the Knight, sited next to Xenovia, displeasure is shown in her violet eye by being interrupted. "Indeed. That's why I'm asking since you are his friends. Those two already hold some tension in the conference, so it's clear that something happened to have caused that" Zeoticus insert, insightfully.

Rias slowly nod, holding a deep-thinking expression on her face "I have noticed the looks they thrown at each other at the conference, but I just shrugged it off and thought it was just another rivalry being built. It does go against the rules for any of the fighters to go after their competitor before the tournament, correct?" "Yes, Grayfia informed me of this rule. I know Nawin isn't a person who follows the rules, but I don't see it in him to just wonder off to start picking fights with the other warriors. For Lock... I can see clearly that being a fact, so if he really did tried to picked a fight with Nawin before the tournament, then he should have been disqualified" Venelana joins in.

Yao takes a sip of water from a silver glass cup, before placing it down "We can ask him when the tournament is over. There's not really much for us to go on other than that the two clearly had met before the conference" she state and looks forward to her husband, who is sited on the other side and gives him a smile, which he returns.

"I felt Lucy-onee-chan's power!" Asia exclaims in happiness, changing the subject to something lighter "She was amazing! I never knew she was that strong" "Yeah. She totally kicked ass in her battle" Xenovia agrees, crossing her arms and smirk, remembering the younh Makasha impressive display of power.

Kokoro nod, using her right hand to hold her chin in a thinking manner "And did you guys see that form? It didn't last long, but the moment she changed into that form... Her powers more than doubled! It was honestly overwhelming" she utters.

"Her hair changed to blue with red tips and her powers doubled... It must be some kind of transformation that she learned from her sacred gear" Rias insert, causing Akeno to perk up "So, it means that Lucy has finally met her sacred gear and communicated with it!" "I believe so... I'm positive that Lady Serafall's intention was to push Lucy to the absolute limit so she can meet her sacred gear" Jonathan asserts.

The group were about to continue their conversation, when the main door is slam open and dozens of maids' step forward, pushing in carts that holds variety of delicious food. The aroma of the foods quickly fills the room, making everyone lick their lips in hunger. "Let us feast for now, shall we?" Zeoticus said with a smile and gets a nod from everyone.

Time Skip: Hospital

In one of the many dark rooms in the hospital that houses patients. One room rested Irina Shidou, who is now fully awake and looking through the window, staring at the many stars that fills the sky. The white full moon shine into the room and illuminate on her bandaged face. With her treatment dealt with. Irina now have a small bandage place just in the middle of her right cheeks. She is dressed in a plain white hospital grown, hiding a bandage that is wrap tightly around her stomach and back. Irina's signature twintails hairstyle is now gone and instead she let her hair down.

"You look good with your hair loose" a voice comment from the shadows. Irina turn her head to the other side and see Nawin emerging from the shadows that is cast in the corners of the room. Irina's face immediately brightens when seeing the Makasha and extend her left arm up.

Nawin grab a hold of Irina's warn hand and gives it a gentle squeeze while using his other hand to pull chair over and takes a sit beside the bed. Nawin gently rub his thump around Irina's hand to comfort her. "You doing ok?" he softly asks "Yeah... Still bummed out about losing though" she admits, unable to withhold a depressing sigh that escape from her lip.

"You may have not won, but you have proven yourself to be a strong warrior" Nawin reply, confidently, bringing a smile back on Irina's face "You really think so?" "Compare to the gullible girl I've first met... You have matured and improve significantly, Irina" he answers truthfully.

Irina squeeze Nawin's hand "Thanks... That really makes me feel better" she whispers and turn back to look out the window "Such a beautiful night... I wish I could just leave this boring room and spread my wings... And just fly while gazing at the stars" she whispers.

Nawin turn and look at the bright night that is lit by the stars and the moon. "You really love flying, don't you?" he questions "Yeah, it feels li—" "Like you are no longer restricted by anything... You feel free" Nawin finish, making Irina turn to him with a look of surprise on her face. Nawin smile "You told me that when we were in the Ferris Wheel... I remember" he utters.

Irina smile happily that the Makasha remember her words. It means so much to her that he didn't think that event was something to be easily forgotten. 'I'll always cherished that time we spent together and get to know more about each other' she thinks, squeezing Nawin's hand firmly.

"How about this," Nawin suddenly starts, after a minute of comfortable silence. Irina turn to look at him with a curious expression "You can't fly right now, but I can... Shall we?" Nawin ask and gently pull Irina up to a sitting position. Irina wince a bit at the pain in her stomach and turn to the Makasha "I'm not allowed to leave this room yet, Nawin-kun" "They say that for your own safety. You will be with me and I will always keep you save... I promise" Nawin said, surprising the Shidou.

Irina gives in and smile "Alright, let's go!" she shouts in clear excitement. Nawin smile, glad he can completely break the depression away from Irina. To him, any negative emotions do not fit Irina at all, much like Asia. Nawin gently bring his left arm under Irina's leg and the right one just above the bandage on her back. Then he picks her up bridal style and pulls her close to his chest.

Nawin stare at the window and see it is unlock. His eyes flash to red and the windows is open by an invisible force. Without a second delay, Nawin flies out of the window while Irina is holding onto his shirt firmly. The two feel the cold breeze of the night blow on them as they slowly ascend to the sky.

"Honestly, it is still weird seeing you flying without wings" Irina admits, looking up at the Makasha "I get that a lot" he replies with a chuckle "No surprises, you are one of the first persons to be able to do this" "True. My father is the creator of this technique... Only I and him can fly without needing to rely on wings."

A big smile form on Irina's lip when they ascend past the clouds and now take in the full view that the night has to offer. Endless of stars glitter up the skies and there is occasionally a moving star speeding past the rest. "I have to admit... Underworld at night is quite beautiful" Irina whisper, laying her head on Nawin's chest and continue to stare at the stars, and watch the beautiful sapphire blue hue that the night holds.

Nawin stop ascending and take in the view for himself. "Yeah... Sometimes it's nice to just stop and take in the view. I feel like I've been moving so much that I barely have time to take in my surroundings" Nawin admits, staring at the shining stars. "I can see what you mean... It hasn't even been half a year and you already accomplished so much and have done so many great things. How do you do it, Nawin-kun?" Irina ask, turning her sight to the Makasha.

Irina pause and take in the view she is seeing. Nawin's calm expression and the breeze moving his shoulder-length flowing hair, his eyes hold such tranquil and hidden kindness in them. The moon shines brightly from behind him. It's a view that Irina find mesmerizing. The beauty and elegance appearance that the Makasha holds is equal to Angels.

"Because it's a familiar scenery for me. All this time I have been doing what I want... And it is to protect my family and friends" Nawin answers, not taking his eyes away from the stars. Irina contemplate in her mind if she should ask the next question, but she quickly steel in confident and looks up once again at the Makasha "Nawin-kun... What is your dream? There has to be another reason for you to fight and train this hard" she said.

Nawin's eyes widen ever slightly at the sudden question. "What is my... Dream?" he whispers, his eyes turn stoic and his lip turn twist into a thin line. Irina quickly worries, thinking she ask a question she shouldn't and was about to apologies, but stop when she sees the Makasha open his mouth to speak.

Images of a young girl wearing a blooded white sundress appears in Nawin's mind. The clear image shows her laying on a hospital bed, her blooded smile hold happiness while her dull purple eyes are cold as death. "I honestly don't know what my dream is, Irina... Because the dream I once had is gone" Nawin answer in blank tone, but Irina can easily hear sadness hidden in them, and her heartache when she hear the pain those last words hold.

Sensing the air around them has turn uncomfortable, Nawin looks down at Irina and wears a faint smile "Don't be so down, Irina" he speaks "I honestly appreciate you asking me that... You are the first person in a long time to do so... I was honestly surprise by the question, but it shows you care for me and I greatly appreciate that" he said and slowly start descending to the hospital.

"I'll make you a promise" Nawin said, catching Irina's attention immediately "When I do find out what my dream is... You'll be the first person I will tell. How's that?" he asks and sees Irina smile brightly and nod "Alright! And to make it fair with the promise you just made! I'll share you my dreams" she said in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

Nawin chuckle and nod "Alright, let's hear it" "My dream is to be a Seraph one day! I want to be the most powerful Angel in the heavens" she said, raising her right arm to the air and clench her hand into a fist "I want to be powerful enough to protect the innocents, protect my friends, and help Lord Michael and Lady Gabriel to finally establish peace between the three faction, so events like Kokabiel won't ever repeat again... To be a Seraph, that is my dream" she states passionately.

Entering the way, they left, by the window. Nawin lands on the ground and gently place Irina back on to the bed "I have no doubt that one day you will ascend to that prestigious rank, Irina. I truly believe you will" he said while pulling the cover over the Angel, to keep her warm.

The Shidou grin brightly, happy to know that the Makasha believes that she can reach her dream one day. Nawin leans over to shut the window and locks it. "I'll be heading back now" he states "Alrighty. Thanks for visiting me, Nawin-kun" Irina reply, smiling "Of course I would... I promised myself to and I never go back in my promises" he reply.

Nawin turn around and head to the door. He grabs the handle and twist it, but before pulling the door open he turns left to look at Irina one more time. "Goodnight, Irina" he said with a smile "Goodnight, Nawin-kun. I will be cheering for you tomorrow" she said, wearing her own smile. Nawin gives a nod and exits the room.

Leaving the room puts Nawin in a dark hallway. A familiar feeling wash pass him when he looks at the many white doors in the hallways. 'I hate hospital' he utters bitterly in his mind and begin walking forward, needing to check on one more thing before he can leave this gloomy place.

Walking past a few rooms, Nawin stop at the last one at the end of the hallway and looks through the small mirror that is on ever doors. A large figure laying on the bed is seen inside the room. It is Lock Jones who is sleeping on the bed and Nawin looks closely to see that his previous opponent is breathing and looks to be fine, if ignoring the many bandages wrap around his chest.

Nawin quickly notice the unusual breathing pattern that he is hearing from Lock and come to conclusion that he was probably drugged to sleep 'Good chance he was resisting treatment... It's useless to question him now... I'll return tomorrow'. Nawin turns around and walk through the hall before disappearing in black flash.

At the end of the hallway holds a large mirror that shows a view of dark trees. A pair of blood red eyes with slit pupils open in the shadows. The menacing eyes stare at the spot where the Makasha once stood, before it closes and disappears in to the darkness. 

Next Chapter: Tension Rises! Death Falls Upon A Contender?!