I nodded, determination coursing through me. "Yeah, and if I win, you leave and never come back!" My voice was firm, fueled by a burning desire to prove myself.
Hashimoto's grin widened at my challenge. "Confident, are we?" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.
But before the confrontation could escalate further, Rias's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Hey, you can't just demand that!" Her indignation was palpable, echoing the sentiments of the others in the room.
Akeno's anger mirrored Rias's, her voice laced with frustration. "That's not fair for us!" Her words carried the weight of the injustice that hung heavy in the air.
"Fine but if I win, I should get a condition," he said
The room seemed to hold its breath as Ayanokoji's words hung in the air, the tension thickening with anticipation. I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me as I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever challenge he had in store.
Hashimoto released his hold on me, allowing me to stand tall and face Ayanokoji head-on. The adrenaline surged through my veins, drowning out the ache in my back from his earlier restraint.
"Yeah, you name it," I replied, my voice steady despite the roiling emotions within me.
Ayanokoji's response was calm and measured, his demeanor unwavering. "I'll tell you when I win," he stated simply, his words carrying a quiet confidence that sent a shiver down my spine.
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3rd pov
The sudden shift from the familiar confines of the room to an unknown battleground left Issei disoriented, his surroundings morphing into a blur as Ayanokoji's teleportation magic whisked them away (Sirzech taught him). Beside him, Hashimoto, Irina, and Hirata appeared, their expressions a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
Ayanokoji stood before them, his gaze focused and determined as he surveyed the unfamiliar terrain. His mastery of teleportation magic was evident, a skill honed under the tutelage of Sirzech himself.
Meanwhile, Rias and the rest of the Occult Research Club materialized nearby. The tension in the air was palpable, each of them steeling themselves for the impending confrontation.
As the dust settled and the battleground lay before them, Issei knew that this would be a battle like no other, one that would test their strength, resolve, and perhaps even his very existence
Issei stood his ground, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as Ayanokoji approached him with measured steps.
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"I'll hold back," Ayanokoji spoke calmly, his voice carrying a hint of confidence. "I won't need to move from this spot."
Issei's anger flared at the arrogance in Ayanokoji's words. His jaw tensed as he met the other boy's gaze, his resolve hardening.
