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Basara listened to her side of the events. He felt scared with how it began and also proud about how she went at her and did her best.

But, it was then,

“In the end, I was able to protect myself thanks to the help of a girl even younger than me.”

Basara tilted his head in confusion, wondering who she was talking about,

“Her name was…Kurumi Nonaka.”

The words that came out of Asia's mouth were like the detonator of a bomb in Basara's mind.

In disbelief, he couldn't help but grab Asia by the shoulder and ask her once more.

“Wha…What did you say her name was!?”

“Kya~! Basara!?”

“I…Sorry.”

Asia's scream woke up him like an electric shock and he released her instantly, while full of shame over his loss of control.

"I am alright. I was just q little surprised."

Asia could see that Basara was not in the right state of mind. Clearly, the girl she had met was someone very important to him.

"If you don't mind…Will you tell me why you reacted like this?"

Basara scratched his head before releasing a sigh. He could see in Asia’s eyes that she was truly worried about his earlier outburst and how could he blame her?

He would have no excuses even if she became angry at him because of his overreaction.

In the end, he decided to simply come clean. Though he would have to speak to Lucia about it later as well. He needed to be as impartial as possible.

"You know that I have been exiled from the church a few years ago because of an incident."

“Indeed.”

Asia knew that like her, he had been chased away from the church.

"Before then, Kurumi and her sister were like sisters to me. Though now…I don't know."

Basara gave a sad smile. This incident had always haunted him and he had just begun to slowly walk away from the shadow of his trauma.

But it seemed that some people from his past were coming back.

Back then, he had ignited the power of sacred gear alongside his <<Banishing shift>> and nearly erased an entire mountain…Alongside the bodies and souls of his friends.

Of course, if one had to talk about who should really be punished. It was the church higher up.

It was their oversight that brought this tragedy. It was because of them that the Holy demonic sword, Brynhildr, was stolen by a man who simply ended up losing control because of the power of the sword and killed many of the young trainees.

Basara had only acted to save his life and that of Yuki.

But the parents that were besieged by sadness after losing their children and not even having a corpse to bury could not make such a rational judgment.

All this resulted in was them spitting their hatred and resentment of the survivors of that incident.

It was on that day that Basara truly understood that devils were not the ugliest beings on earth.

This inner ugliness did not care for races. Evilness existed in everyone.

Basara thought so but when he took a look at Asia, he couldn’t help but backtrack a little,

‘Well. There are always some exceptions to the rules.’

He coughed a little before getting serious;

“My inner problem aside, exorcists never move alone, unless they are outside the norms.”

He was of course thinking of people like Vasco Strada and Dulio Gesualdo. Outside of outliners like them, even people who received a holy sword had to move in teams of at least two people.

Humans were fragile in the fight against devils, they were always the ones at disadvantage. It was necessary for them to have some support.

Ideally, a team should have between five or so main members to fight against devils and lower the chances of dying.

Since Kurumi was present…Chances were that the same went for Yuki and perhaps some others he knew in the past.

‘Sigh…This will be a problem.’

He didn’t know how he would react when he finally meet them but this wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that exorcists didn’t move for no reason. If they landed somewhere, it was because they needed to clean something up.

Was it Kuroha?

He doubted it. He didn’t know how strong Kurumi had gotten, but he severely doubted she could hunt down an ultimate devil.

If Dulio or Vasco had entered the city, Lucia would have warned him without a doubt. Those two were simply too much of a big shot.

“Well, let’s go home. We have to think about what to do.”

Asia nodded and began to follow Basara. The two of them were once again jogging, though this time there was no gravity.

It was when they joined the main road that something happened,

“Hello miss, could I take another photo of your cosplay?”

“Oh my! Of course!”

Basara stopped when he saw a small gathering of people surrounding a woman while a man politely asked her for her photo.

This wasn’t particularly noteworthy. But, the first thing that attracted Basara’s attention at first was the get-up of that young woman.

She was clad in a pink and white magical girl get-up with a short mini skirt that slightly showed her white panties whenever she moved.



The woman seemed happy to have people take pictures of her, but when Basara took a deep look at her,

[Partner.]

“I know.”

Basara immediately took Asia by the hand and began to run faster.

Whatever that woman was, she was no human and Basara had enough experience to smell incoming.

So his first reflex was to walk away from the scene as fast as possible. Asia was a little surprised by his action, but she simply followed him without asking as she could see how stressed he was suddenly.

Sadly for him,

“Hello! Could you help me find Kuoh academy? I am a little lost.”

The same woman was standing not far away in front of him with a gentle smile on his face.

Basara’s instincts were screaming at him. This girl was troublesome. She would without a doubt be a royal pain.

For the first time in a long while, Basara hoped his instinct wasn’t so accurate.


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