After sacrificing his life to save a child, Satria awakens in a new world as Shidou Matsumi, an ordinary teenager. His life takes an unexpected turn when he becomes the administrator of a mysterious 'Dimensional Chat' group, connecting him with enig...
The Underworld shook with battle. Issei, Rias, and Tannin struggled against the coordinated strikes of Bikou and Kuroka. The pressure was immense—every blow from Bikou's staff carried lethal force, every spell from Kuroka dripped with mastery of Senjutsu.
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"Where's my Shirone-chan?!" Kuroka demanded, her golden eyes narrowing. "I thought she was with you."
"Koneko-chan is no longer with us!" Issei shouted back, chest heaving. "Even if she were, I'd never hand her over to someone like you!"
"Kuroka…" Rias stepped forward, summoning her power. "I've called for backup. Leave now before you regret it."
Kuroka smirked, unfazed. "Backup? You mean more corpses for the pile? Nya~ how disappointing." Her cold confidence left Rias's peerage stunned.
Far above, Valiana observed, amusement glinting in her eyes. To her, this Kuroka was laughably weak compared to the monstrous variant from the Naruto world. If it were that Kuroka, this fight would've ended in seconds. But this? It's like watching children spar. My rivals still have far to climb before he can entertain me.
The ground cracked as Kuroka leapt at Issei—only to be intercepted mid-strike.
A blur of white hair. A crushing counter.
"Shirone-chan!" Kuroka gasped.
"Long time no see, Onee-sama," Koneko said, landing gracefully, her aura burning with new strength.
Kuroka's eyes widened. "Nyahahaha! You've surpassed my expectations. Tell me… who taught you Senjutsu?"
"My apologies," Koneko replied calmly. "I'm a Shinobi. My teacher's identity is confidential. But I recommend you retreat, Onee-sama, and stop bullying my friends."
"Shinobi?" Kuroka sneered. "Heh… could it be that white-haired boy? Perhaps I should visit him too."
Koneko shook her head. "Senpai? No. He's too soft, too loud, too reckless for this path."
Valiana, despite the tension, chuckled low. 'She's not wrong…'
Without hesitation, Koneko threw herself into battle, facing both Kuroka and Bikou at once. Every move was precise, deadly—Senjutsu chakra flowed through her strikes. The timid rook they once knew was gone; in her place stood a warrior.
Rias bit her lip, her pride burning. 'She was supposed to be mine… My peerage. But Shin… that man saw her potential and stole her from me. Unforgivable.'
"Damn, this little kitty's tough!" Bikou grinned, staff whirling as sweat dotted his brow. "And she can make bunshin like me too? This is fun!"
Kuroka's breath grew heavy. "You're… no longer a devil? Perfect. Then come with me, Shirone-chan. Your place isn't here—it's with your family."
"Family?!" Rias snapped. "You abandoned her the moment you betrayed your master and ran away to become a terrorist!"
Kuroka flinched, lips tightening. She had no retort.
