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Chapter 67
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 12:47:15 +0000 UTCUnknown to Leon, his upcoming battle with Vali the White Dragon Emperor, has spread throughout the entire supernatural world. Thanks indirectly to a certain black cat.
It had begun innocently enough. Like she said, Kuroka had mentioned the fight to Arthur and the other two Bikou and Le Fay. The blonde knight had raised an eyebrow at the news, but said nothing more than a simple "interesting." Bikou just grinned and muttered something about finally getting to see what all the fuss was about. Le Fay clasped her hands together and wondered aloud if there would be any new magic to study.
That should have been the end of it.
But none of them were particularly good at keeping secrets.
Bikou, being Bikou, couldn't resist bragging to some monkey youkai friends about how his team's White Dragon Emperor was going to fight some crazy strong human tomorrow.
Le Fay, in her innocent enthusiasm, had mentioned it during a magical research exchange that same day with some Church scholars. "Oh, there's going to be such an interesting battle tomorrow,"
And Arthur, despite his usual discretion, had let it slip during a conversation with a fellow knight who had connections throughout the supernatural world. Just a casual mention, really. "Vali's found himself a worthy opponent," he'd said over drinks.
From there, the information spread like wildfire through the supernatural grapevine.
By evening, the entire supernatural world knew. The White Dragon Emperor was planning to fight Leon Mishima—heir to the Mishima Corporation, wielder of the legendary Laevateinn.
Leon Mishima was an enigma. His very existence challenged the established order, proving that humans could stand among gods and devils as equals.
Some whispered that he might even be stronger than Cao Cao, the wielder of the True Longinus, though such claims were hotly debated.
In the Gremory estate, Rias Gremory sat in her study, eyes gleaming with anticipation as she processed the news. Leon Mishima versus Vali Lucifer. Two of the most powerful beings of their generation going head to head.
"Now this should be interesting," she murmured, already making plans to observe from a safe distance. Their personal history aside, she and her peerage couldn't miss a battle of this magnitude.
Across Kuoh, Sona Sitri looked up from her homework as her familiar delivered an urgent message from her sister. The content made her stomach twist with a mixture of excitement and worry. Leon was going to fight Vali. Tomorrow.
"That reckless idiot," she whispered, torn between pride in his strength and genuine concern for his safety. She was already reaching for her phone to call him.
In the Occult Research Club, Koneko Toujou froze as she overheard Rias discussing the news with Akeno. Leon. Her Leon. Fighting that monster Vali.
Her small hands clenched into fists, a rare display of visible emotion crossing her usually stoic features. Leon was strong but the thought of him in danger made something fierce and protective stir in her chest.
"Leon," she murmured quietly, golden eyes filled with worry and determination. She needed to be there. She needed to make sure he was safe.
In a hidden base somewhere in Europe, Cao Cao paused in his training as Georg brought him the news. The wielder of the True Longinus listened with growing interest as his subordinate explained the situation.
"Leon Mishima," Cao Cao mused, a small smile playing at his lips.
As someone who believed in human supremacy and the potential of their kind, Leon represented everything Cao Cao admired. A human who had achieved what many thought impossible—standing as an equal among gods and devils without surrendering his humanity.
"I would very much like to meet this man," Cao Cao continued, his eyes gleaming with interest. "To see if the rumors about him are true. A human strong enough to make the supernatural world take notice... now that is worthy of respect."
Georg nodded. "Shall we observe the battle, Leader?"
"Yes," Cao Cao decided. "I want to see what he is truly capable of."
In the Fallen Angel headquarters, Azazel received word from one of his spies. His grin was pure anticipation. Two of his former proteges, both ridiculously powerful, finally going at it for real.
"This is going to be absolutely spectacular," he chuckled. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
High in the heavens, Michael paused in his administrative duties as Gabriel brought him the news. The archangel's expression remained serene, but there was definitely something in his eyes. The Mishima heir versus the White Dragon Emperor—a battle that could reshape power dynamics across all factions.
Even the Khaos Brigade had taken notice. Ophis herself stirred from her usual indifference, golden eyes opening with genuine curiosity.
And in his mansion, completely unaware that his fight had become the supernatural world's most anticipated sporting event, Leon continued his training as the supernatural world buzzed with excitement, eager to see which powerhouse would emerge victorious in this clash of titans.
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Training was intense.
By the time I finally called it quits, the sun was setting outside.
Every muscle in my body ached in that good way that came from pushing yourself to the absolute limit. I'd spent hours working through combat scenarios with my clones, perfecting my techniques, and pushing my mana control to new heights.
Speaking of which, clones are really a cheat when it comes to training. What should have taken months of training, I could accomplish in hours.
The learning curve was amazing.
But damn if it wasn't exhausting. Fighting multiple versions of yourself who knew all your moves and were actively trying to counter them? That was a special kind of hell.
I headed upstairs, grabbed a quick shower, and flopped onto my bed.
Sure, I didn't technically need sleep anymore, but I still enjoyed it. There was something peaceful about just shutting everything off for a few hours. Letting my mind rest instead of constantly analyzing every possible outcome.
My enhanced physiology could keep me going indefinitely if necessary.
I was just starting to drift off when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Then it buzzed again. And again.
"What the hell?" I muttered, reaching for it with one hand while keeping my eyes closed.
The screen lit up with notification after notification.
Fifteen missed calls. Eight voicemails. Twenty-three text messages.
"What the hell?" I sat up, suddenly wide awake.
Most of the calls were from Sona. Her name dominated my call log—five missed calls in the span of two hours. The others were from Koneko, Kuroka, and even Rossweisse.
My hands moved faster than my brain, dialing Sona's number first.
She picked up on the first ring.
"Leon!" Her voice was sharp, worried. "Where have you been? I've been calling for hours!"
"Training," I said, already dreading where this was going. "My phone was upstairs. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" She sounded almost incredulous. "Why didn't you tell me about your fight with Vali?"
"What?" I blinked. “How do you know about that?"
"How do I—" She paused, clearly trying to calm herself. "Leon, the entire supernatural world knows!
How did everyone find out?
The only people who knew were—
Kuroka. The pieces clicking together.
She mentioned it to Arthur, Bikou, and Le Fay. Then they probably told someone else, and it just... spread from there.
I could picture it perfectly. Kuroka casually mentioning it to the Khaos Brigade team, probably while bragging about how strong I was.
“Anyways.” Sona's voice had a mix of exasperation and curiosity. "What matters is that now everyone in the supernatural world is treating this like the biggest sporting event of the year."
She continued. “I've had people calling me all day asking if they can observe. My sister plans to bring a whole delegation from the underworld.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously.”
I rubbed my forehead. This was not what I expected when I agreed to fight Vali.
What if someone decided to interfere? What if some faction saw this as an opportunity to take out both me and Vali while we were focused on each other? What if—
No. Stop. I was overthinking again.
But thinking about it more, maybe this level of attention made sense. Vali wasn't just any supernatural being—he was the White Dragon Emperor, wielder of Divine Dividing, descendant of the original Lucifer. When someone like that decides to fight seriously, people pay attention.
And I wasn't just some random human either. I was Leon Mishima.
This was a clash between two very different kinds of power. Of course everyone wanted to watch.
"Just... be prepared. There are going to be a lot of very important people watching.".
“Noted.”
After we hung up, I stared at my phone for a long moment.
I thought about calling Vali to ask if he knew about all this, but honestly? He probably did know and just didn't care. Guy lived for strong opponents and good fights—having an audience would probably just get him more excited.
My phone buzzed with a text from Koneko: "Be safe tomorrow. I'll be watching."
Then another from Kuroka: "Sorry about the leak, honey!"
And finally, one from Rossweisse: “Please don't do anything unnecessarily reckless."
I looked at all these messages from people who cared about me, who were worried about me, and felt something warm settle in my chest despite the pressure.
"Alright," I said to my empty room. "Guess it's showtime."
I set my phone aside and closed my eyes. Tomorrow, the entire supernatural world would be watching.
Time to give them a show they'd never forget.
