Third person
Student council room
"Man, this place is huge, the principal spent some real money here." Isshin spoke in fascination, acknowledging the decoration and spending took place to create such a beautiful place.
The room was a blend of classic European elegance and modern opulence, with polished mahogany tables, velvet drapes, and a view of the moonlit campus that was worth a fortune.
"It's nothing, we supernatural beings are filthy rich, richer than you can comprehend," Rias said with a giggle, finding his mortal-like reaction funny. They made small talk on their way, as the academy had many floors and buildings to traverse to reach the council room from their classes.
"See who arrived," Rias said with a smug tone while opening the grand double doors with a flourish.
"They are pretty now that I think about it," Isshin admitted, his eyes methodically observing every individual present in the room. A black-haired girl was sipping tea, a white-haired duo were locked in a chess game, another was reading a leather-bound book, and a few were enjoying an assortment of snacks that looked more like a five-star pastry display. The atmosphere was one of relaxed power.
"You have quite a fan following after your last battle with me," Rias said, taking a seat at the head of the large table. Standing next to her, like a poised secretary, was the black-haired girl with glasses. The others followed her lead, stopping whatever they were doing to give him their full attention.
"You all should introduce yourself now," the black-haired girl said, her voice crisp and authoritative. Isshin frowned slightly; there was something about her demeanor, the way she carried herself, that was naggingly familiar.
"Did we ever meet somewhere?" he asked, directing the question at her.
"Huh? You already forgot… I'm Sona Sitri," she replied, adjusting her glasses with a hint of annoyance. Isshin's gaze dropped from her serious face, taking in her prim and proper uniform. It did little to hide the generous swell of her chest, which strained against the crisp white blouse, or the narrow waist that flared out into shapely hips, promising a perfectly round, firm ass hidden beneath the modest skirt.
"My name is Chiya," said a girl with twin tails, gesturing to the white-haired girl beside her. "She is Alma," and then to the other, "and that's Minagi." Chiya had a bubbly appearance that matched her voice, her school uniform fitting snugly around a petite but curvy frame, her breasts a perky handful that bounced slightly as she moved.
Alma, by contrast, was taller and more stoic, her figure lithe and athletic, but her tight-fitting top still accentuated a surprisingly large bust that seemed almost out of place on her slender frame. Minagi was the smallest, with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a compact, dancer's body that was all lean muscle and subtle curves.
"This is Akeno," Rias introduced, gesturing to a beautiful black-haired woman with a violet bow who offered him a gentle, almost too-sweet smile. Akeno was the definition of an hourglass figure. Her purple sweater was stretched taut across an enormous chest, the soft mounds of flesh straining the fabric. Her waist was impossibly thin, cinched in before flaring out into wide, child-bearing hips and a plump, well-defined ass that the skirt she wore struggled to contain.
"My name is Nyotengu," a woman with an imposing yet graceful presence declared with a confident smirk. She was a vision of mature, predatory beauty.
Her traditional garb did little to conceal a body of breathtaking proportions; her massive, heavy breasts were proudly on display, threatening to spill from her top, while her long, toned legs led up to a firm, perfectly sculpted ass that exuded power and sensuality.
"I'm Moka Akashiya," a girl with vibrant pink hair said, her eyes a curious crimson. She had a more delicate, almost doll-like beauty, but her form was all woman. Her green uniform jacket was open, revealing a tight white shirt that clung to a pair of full, round tits. Her skirt was short, showcasing long, slender legs and a cute, pert ass that gave her an innocent yet alluring appeal.
"I'm Shinobu Oshino," a small, blonde girl in an elaborate dress announced, her voice holding an ancient weight that belied her appearance. Despite her childlike stature, there was an undeniable allure to her.
Her frilly dress was designed to emphasize, and it did a magnificent job of highlighting her surprisingly shapely little thighs and a hint of a round, soft butt that defied her size.
"I'm Medusa," a woman with serpentine purple hair and piercing golden eyes stated, her gaze as sharp as a blade. Her body was as dangerous as her legend. Clad in a revealing, form-fitting white robe, she had a lean, powerful build.
Her breasts were high and perfectly shaped, not as large as Akeno's but formidable, and her flat stomach led down to wide, athletic hips and a taut, muscular ass that looked like it could crush stone.
"Call me Stussy," the last woman said, leaning back in her chair with a cool, relaxed air, giving him a simple two-fingered salute. She was tall and laid-back, with a model's physique.
Her simple top and jeans combo revealed a slim waist and a pair of long, stunning legs. Her breasts were modest but perfectly shaped, and she had a subtle, natural curve to her hips and a tight, little ass that was the picture of casual cool.
Isshin took them all in, his expression unreadable. A collection of powerful, beautiful, and undoubtedly dangerous women from various factions and mythologies. "Isshin Fujiwara," he said simply, his name hanging in the air as the only introduction he offered in return.
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Third person
Under-ground metro
"So the mission failed?" A cursed spirit spoke, tension in the area rose.
"Yup that person is dangerous." Another curse confirmed in agreement.
"The heir of the Gojo clan is taking care of him." The third curse spirit spoke waiting for the newly elected leader to speak.
"If he truly is Fujiwara then there is no doubt he has the curse technique which will soon, if not taken care quickly, hinder our next move and my century year old planning."