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My First time Posting a Fanfic.
This was work is AI-assisted in writing, I'm not really good in articulating the words I'd like to write.
Hoping for feedbacks
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Prolouge
Rias Gremory, the distinguished heiress of the renowned Gremory family and the esteemed President of Kuoh Academy’s Occult Research Club, sat poised across the polished table from Sona Sitri, the equally formidable Student Council President and the heir of the prestigious Sitri lineage.
Between them rested a thin, unassuming dossier, its contents heavy with implications.
This dossier was not just a mere collection of papers; it signified a recent development steeped in complex family ties—entwined historically and now drawing the watchful gaze of Devil jurisdiction. The ancestral rights that governed their kind were to be upheld; this principle was immutable. Yet, the shifting sands of territorial authority had long been established, ensuring that any supernatural entity residing within the confines of Kuoh City would be subject to proper scrutiny and processing.
Rias’s crimson eyes skimmed over the documents, narrowing ever so slightly as she absorbed the details.
“I didn’t expect the Muramasa family to part with one of their more valuable members,” she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and intrigue, lingering particularly on the enrollment papers of the enigmatic Miyu Sakatsuki.
With an air of composed indifference, Sona adjusted her glasses, her expression remaining cool and inscrutable. “Which suggests an internal problem,” she replied, her tone calm yet weighted with gravitas.
Rias felt a reluctant agreement stir within her.
The file detailed a tragic accident: the father deceased under grim circumstances in a workplace incident. An accident, it stated plainly, as if such stark simplicity could encapsulate the tragedy unfolding beneath the surface.
She closed that line of thought, stifling the burgeoning questions that threatened to unravel the neatness of the narrative.
If only I could recruit her…
If the whispered rumors surrounding Miyu’s extraordinary talent held even a kernel of truth, she stood not merely as an equal to Kiba Yūto’s Sword Birth—but rather as a being whose unmatched flexibility in crafting both cursed and demonic blades rendered her an invaluable strategic asset. Rias's mind raced with the potential implications, especially with Riser Phenex steadily pressing the issue of their arranged engagement.
As Rias mused over this tantalizing prospect, she noticed Sona’s gaze lingering on a different document, her eyes drifting away from the file they had been discussing.
“…Gjallarhorn,” Sona murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rias’s heartbeat quickened in an instant.
Gjallarhorn.
The codename resonated with gravity, linked to a mage who had recently forged a direct contract with Odin, the Chief God of Norse mythology. The circumstances and motives surrounding this unexpected pact remained shrouded in mystery, even within the upper echelons of the Underworld’s political landscape.
Rias’s attention sharpened as she locked eyes with Sona. “You’re saying this transfer student is that Gjallarhorn?”
Sona finally nodded in affirmation, her demeanor unwavering.
“I’ve heard whispers of a connection to the Muramasa family,” she elaborated. “Tsubaki mentioned an internal conflict—one that slipped under the public’s radar. There were sightings of Odin during that tumultuous period, and the woman accompanying him resembled her description.”
With a deft movement, she slid the file across the table, the weight of its revelations palpable in the air.
Rias accepted it, her eyes scanning the contents with increasing intensity—and felt an unexpected flicker of genuine surprise dancing within her.
The documents laid bare a remarkable record: unparalleled academic achievements across a multitude of disciplines, standing tall in local, national, and even international competitions, and physical performance metrics that bordered on the unbelievable.
Yet, interspersed among these accolades were curious notes indicating a pattern of deliberate underperformance.
How have I never heard of her?
With a soft exhale, she cleared her mind of the astonishment that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Shiho Sakatsuki,” Rias read aloud, the name tasting foreign yet intriguing on her tongue.
Leaning back thoughtfully, she allowed a smile to curl at her lips, a mix of intrigue and anticipation brimming within her.
“A very interesting new enrollee indeed.”