The school bells signaled the end of the day, but instead of heading home, a crowd began to gather near the old gymnasium. The air was thick with the scent of malice and Malty's cheap perfume.
Alexander walked into the gym, his hands casually shoved into his pockets. Standing in the center of the court were Issei and Malty, flanked by a man draped in tattered, black clerical robes. He radiated a foul, dark energy—a rogue priest.
"Meet my hidden Bishop, Freed Sellzen," Malty sneered, her eyes gleaming with spite. "And Issei is itching to show you how a real hero fights."
Issei stepped forward, his red gauntlet glowing. [BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST! BOOST!]
"Five boosts, Runcandel! I'm at the peak of my power! You're just a rich kid with no gear!" Issei charged, his fist a blur of red energy.
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: Ciel, they really think a 5-stack boost is impressive. It's almost adorable. Time to show them the difference between a 'Hero' and a 'Legend.']
Alex didn't move until Issei was inches away. In a motion so fast the human eye couldn't track it, he performed a backflip, soaring over Issei's head. Mid-air, his blazer flared, and the twin silhouettes of Ebony & Ivory appeared in his hands.
The Gunslinger's Ballet
Alex didn't just shoot; he performed. He spun in the air, his body twisting with the grace of a master acrobat.
"Jackpot!" Alex shouted, the word echoing with a cocky, stylish ring.
Ivory let out a rhythmic bang-bang-bang, the white bullets pinning Issei's feet to the floor with kinetic pressure. Ebony roared once, a heavy, violet-tinted slug slamming into the rogue priest's dark barrier, shattering it like glass and sending the man flying into the bleachers.
The Spectators:
Rias & Akeno: (Eyes wide, hearts pounding) "He's... he's dancing. He's playing with them like a cat with mice!"Sona: (Adjusting her glasses) "His style... it's not just efficient. It's mocking. He's humiliating them with sheer flair."Kuroka: (Purring loudly) "That's my Master! Shoot them again, nya~!"
The Final Curtain
Alex landed perfectly on his feet, spinning both guns onto his fingers before crossing them over his chest. He looked at Issei, who was currently face-down on the gym floor, overwhelmed by the sheer air pressure of the shots.
Alexander's Inner Voice:
[Internal Thought: That felt good. Dante really knew how to live. Malty looks like she's seen a ghost. I didn't even use the Gnosis; just pure kinetic energy and style.]
"Is that it?" Alex asked, looking at Malty, who was trembling. "Your 'Hero' is looking a bit flat. And your Bishop? He might need a new spine."
Ddraig (Inside the gear):"I want him even more now! Look at that style! He's the ultimate mate!"
The Dragon Council:
Ophis & Tiamat: (Growling in unison) 'Get in line, Red! The King belongs to us!'
Alex holstered his guns with a sharp click. "Class is dismissed, Malty. Don't bring toys to a professional's playground again."