Returning Welsh Dragon Hero - Chapters 3, 4 and 5.1

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The sound of the digital clock with an anime girl themed alarm was the only sound in Issei Hyoudou's room.

"Was it always so loud?" Issei said, staring at the ceiling.

It was three in the morning, and he was too wide awake to go back to sleep.

"I even went to sleep early today." He frowned; he thought he was starting a good habit again.

Looking at the clock one more time, he saw only a few minutes had passed.

With sigh he got up from his bed, and decided to do something productive. Issei put on a training suit, walked quietly out of his house, and went on a run.

[Boost]

The Sacred Gear announced in a quiet voice, its effects taking place, even without Issei summoning the red gauntlet.

The intention alone was enough, that was the level of mastery Issei had over his Longinus: as an object bonded to his soul, there was no need to physically manifest it to activate its ability. Of course in an actual fight, he would summon the Longinus, so he wasn't mentally focusing on not summoning it.

As Issei took a long route around his hometown, his Sacred Gear acted as a way to add pressure on his body, as further training. It is possible to decrease the time between Boosts using the Longinus in its normal state. It would take effort and stamina, but with skill it could be done.

The Boost wasn't targeted at Issei's own body to empower him, but rather at the immediate environment around him. The cool air became colder, his clothes became heavier, the gravity acting upon him increased, and the density of the air acted as further resistance to his movement.

For the next two hours, Issei pushed his body as he Boosted the environmental effects interacting with him every five minutes.

On his way back, Issei was drenched with sweat, with some of it running down his brow and falling off his face. The sun was beginning to rise up, the sky shining with yellow light across the azure blue. His body felt sore in that pleasant way of making a worthwhile effort.

The soul is reflected upon the body. Issei recalled one of Wavers and Da Vinci's many lessons on Magecraft and metaphysics.

It's been near two weeks now since Issei had returned back to his world. Something he noticed in the past few days though were small changes in his body without him having done anything. Stuff like his palm and fingers starting to develop calluses, becoming more rougher and hard skinned.

Some bright spots on his body almost looked like his old scars. It was actually something the brought a smile to him, when he first saw it. His journey with Chaldea throughout the Grand Order was one that, ended up with him collecting scars from the harsh battles he faced. Since he had a Servant body at the time, he should have returned to a pristine state once healed, but he ended up with marks upon his body after every battle. Da Vinci theorized that his Soul operated a bit differently from their Humans of their world, letting him "grow" even as a Servant. Or it might be that him technically being alive in his home world, and still connected to it via his body, meant he was a "Living Servant" and thus could still "grow" and "change", with scars being a part of that. As well as growth in skill and magical power.

So given all that, Issei thought to might as well train his body and see how much of his powers from when he was a Servant he retained.

And if he can go even further now that he's back in his original body.

As Issei was on his way home, he looked toward the convenience store that started to open. He had some pocket money with him, and wondered if he should get some snacks.

"Hmm, no, there should be snacks at home." He muttered to himself.

Then something else, more important came to mind. He needed to make his home better protected and safe for his parents and Asia.

"There should be some in the supermarket, right? Should be in the barbeque section." He said to himself, and went on his way.

===x===

"Hey, son. Didn't see you in the house, or come down from your room." Goro said to Issei, as he found his son in the garden around the house.

Issei was in one of the corners of the garden, next to the intersecting fences, planting something in the ground.

"Yeah, I went to a run this morning." Issei said, smiling at his dad, before getting back to his task.

"Oh? Trying to build up muscles to look good for girls?" Goro joked. "Trying to look good for Asia-chan?" He added with a knowing grin.

"Heh, something like that. Truthfully I woke up really early and couldn't sleep." Issei said back with a laugh. "I was gonna take a shower, but then I remembered this, so I thought take care of this first." Issei said, as he finished digging a small hole with his hand.

Goro kept smiling, but the moment Issei looked away, he frowned. Something was off with his son, but he wasn't sure what it was exactly. Issei was still himself, his perverted goofball of a son, but... there were these little moments, that he seemed different. As if he had aged by years and holds this heavy sadness within him.

Should he confront him or have Miki talk to him? Was this a sensitive topic, or something he could confront head on with his son as a man?

Before he could make a decision, he couldn't help but be curious about what Issei was doing.

"'This' being?" Goro asked, before he saw what Issei took out of his pocket, making his eyes bulge out. "I-I-Ise, where did you get that?"

'That' was a marble sized diamond. About two thirds of a finger wide? Goro guesstimated.

"I bought some charcoal earlier and compressed it into that." Issei casually said.

"...We could make so much money--" Not that the Hyoudou family were pressed for money, but having some away for a rainy day was always good.

"D-Dad, dad, no. Trust me, you don't want to go down that rabbit hole." Issei quickly said back, as he could almost see Yen signs in his father's eyes. "Well, maybe in an emergency or something, but not as something to depend on." He said.

Issei then summoned his Boosted Gear, and began transferring energy into the compress made diamond.

Goro sighed, "welp, there goes that get-rich-quick scheme." Issei chucked. "So why are you making diamonds and burying them in the backyard?"

"Jewels in general are good for transferring and holding energy." Issei began to explain. Once charged, he placed the diamond in the hole and covered up the hole completely.

"Hmm, hmm," Goro nodded like he understood.

Issei smiled, internally laughing a bit at his dad's reaction, even though Goro didn't see why Issei was doing this yet.

"Which means, they are good for holding up a barrier." Issei said, making Goro stop play acting and raise an eyebrow at his son.

"'A barrier'? ...And why would we need that?" Goro asked calmly. Issei dusted his hands off and walked slowly with his dad to the house.

"Because it never hurts to have some safety. Being the guy with the Boosted Gear is kind of a big deal in the Supernatural side of the world, I want our home to have something like a security system around it. Hey, is grandpa's broken fishing rod still in the attic?" Issei asked at the end.

"Yeah, it should still be there. So this thing is like an alarm system? Will it call the magic police if a Youkai jumped over?" Goro joked, but seeing Issei not laugh back, he frowned. "Should we be worried?"

"Not... really. For the most part." Issei began to explain. "Kuoh Town being under the supervision of the sisters of two of the current Satans, basically makes it a big deal kinda in the Supernatural world, because no one wants to piss off the leaders of the Underworld. While I am strong, people don't know that, so they might think they can try something. This barrier is to stop them from trying." Issei explained.

Issei and Goro reached the attic and began looking around for the fishing rod.

"Huh, and how does burying energy filled diamonds in the garden help with this? Actually why do you want your grandpa's fishing rod?" Goro asked.

"The diamonds to maintain the barrier, and for being rechargeable. Also they are tough so shouldn't break easily, due to well, being diamonds." Issei answered.

"Uh huh," Goro nodded.

"The fishing rod is an anchor because it has a sentimental value to us, so would act as a good focus for the barrier. I could have done the same cornerstones, rather than the diamonds, but then I'd have to rampage around the house looking for stuff we cared about, and I didn't want sacrifice my hentai games or porn magazines."

"Uh huh," Goro turned to Issei with a deadpan look.

"Or your printed harem fictions." Issei gave a dry look back. "Seriously why do you print and book bind them? Just read them on the computer."

"That is a very smart use of limited resources, son. Good job." Goro instantly smiled as he replied. "Same reason why you buy dirty mags rather than watch on the computer then scrub your browser history like a smart person. It just feels nice to hold a book in your hands." He said to the second question.

"Touche." Issei nodded at his father's wisdom.

The two were silent for a moment, then laughed to themselves.

Finally they found the fishing rod, or rather Issei found one half and Goro found the other half.

"Open Maw." Issei spoke his personal aria for using magic. He didn't need to do so.

In fact due to having different spiritual organs for using magical energy, he didn't use magic the same way as humans from Chaldea's world. However when it comes to using Magecraft, rather than his own magic system, that he learned with Ddraig and his friend coach him to create and learn, he simply liked the mental reminder of the difference.

It helped him get into that academic headspace for Magecraft, rather than working off of being hot-blooded for his Dragon Magic, as he and Ddraig called it.

In order to use Magecraft, on first needed to connect to the Foundation of it said magic system, that's engraved into the World. What is that? How can something be engraved upon the World?

History. The simple answer is history, stories and myths.

Thank god for Waver simplifying things.

Simply put the history of magical events places a Foundation for that miracle to be revisited over and over through Magecraft, thus reenacting that miracle once more.

Simply things like Reinforcement or Alteration exist in the subconscious of all humans due to what they all think of, when they think of "magic". Something to make greater. Something to make different or change.

It was something that was thankfully present even in Issei's world. Other Magecraft however, he might have to revise by studying on the history of how things happened here, as opposed to Ritsuka's world.

Using a simple Reinforcement, Issei mended the broken fishing rod returning it to a greater whole.

Issei smiled at his work, even though its a simple spell, while Goro looked fascinated.

"Did Ddraig teach you all of this?" Goro had wanted to comment that they could save up on so much money, by just repairing anything that broke, but that question had a much stronger pull in his mind.

"...Something like that." Issei said, giving a slight smile. He then got to work realizing the Bounded Field and placing the conditions within it.

Goro frowned at the non-answer, but stood back for now given how busy his son looked.

"Is this gonna take long?" Goro asked.

"Mmm, ten minutes maybe at most?" Issei said back.

"Alright," Goro nodded.

Issei nodded back, then focused on the fishing rod.

Bounded Field. Magic Barriers. Wards.

Whatever name they had across the world, it was a place designated by a mage to separate the space inside a boundary line from the outside.

Issei wouldn't call himself an expert in this magic field. He couldn't do any of the insane stuff he had seen other Servants pull off, or even dream of something like a Reality Marble.

Although fuck it would be cool to have something like Unlimited Blade Works. Issei thought romanticized wistfulness. He could hear Ddraig snort in the back of his mind.

However due to being technically a Dragon, Issei carried a Thaumaturgical Foundation, one that existed within him regardless of World placement.

Being a Dragon.

It might be annoying, and definitely inflated Ddraig's ego even more, but the proverb was right.

"You should always be yourself. Unless you can be a dragon, then always be a dragon."

[Damn straight.] Ddraig said back in Issei's mind, making the teen chuckle.

The important thing is, there are endless stories related to Dragons, thus multiple Magecraft disciples that could be applied to them.

Dragons were known to steal things of value. To hoard and guard their treasures gained by right of conquest.

In most stories, one can't steal from a dragon without major consequences. One can't take the most valuable treasure unless they first slayed the dragon guarding it.

In this case, Issei was the Dragon, and his treasure was his family and new friend.

"I hereby declare this ground mine by right of blood, its treasures mine by love and safeguarded under my wings as my Dragon's Hoard."

When Issei finished the incantation, the aimless magic energy covering the house, converged and was shaped into the barrier, marking this place as property of a Dragon, and mercy be upon any who trample it lightly.

"Phew," Issei wiped his brow, as he placed the fishing rod in an out of the way place, to be hidden in plain sight in the attic.

Within the barrier his family and friends would be safe, as long as he was alive. He would be instantly alerted should anyone with malicious intent tries to enter his house or get close to his family.

The barrier was vague on some specifics, but had enough power to bull rush most problems.

It would take someone insanely skilled in magic to bypass it, some unique being or a god. Even then he should still get a heads up if something like that happened. Hopefully something like that doesn't happen, since he hadn't went out of his way to really make that much of a splash on the supernatural scene.

"Since when can you speak English that well?" Goro asked curiously. Before Issei answer, Goro continued, thinking out loud with his arms crossed. "Also, I have to say I'm surprised at how good your Italian is, that you can communicate with Asia-chan in almost everything, even though you only met her a little while ago."

"Hey, for the sake of a pretty girl, I can be very studious." Issei chuckled, to which Goro laughed back in agreement and nodded.

"Issei, son." Goro however wasn't deterred by Issei's deflection. "Ever since that date with that Yuuma girl, what was it? Two weeks now? You've been different. It seems like something is weighing you down."

Issei had told his parents that he had been pranked that day. That the girl was just dared by her friends, and they came and made fun of him for thinking she was asking him out for real. Then he spend the entire day either in the cinema or the arcade playing and wasting time till he was tired, and that's why he came home late.

Issei looked away, half-glad that his parents noticed, and half-dreading the long talk he was going to have with them to explain... everything.

"You know you can come to me or your mother if something's bothering you. If something happened, right?" Goro said gently.

"Yeah... yeah, I know that, dad." Issei sighed and nodded, but the grateful smile never left his face.

"It's... a little bit crazy, but it would take too long to talk about. Can you and mom just give me some time?" Issei asked.

"Sure," Goro placed a hand on his son's shoulders. "Anything you need. Now... go take a shower, you stink."

"Oi!"

===x===

Iori Murayama wasn't like other girls. She didn't necessarily like girlish activities, preferring a fighting sport as her hobby, and more physical activities.

Something like shopping for clothes wasn't an activity that brought her enjoyment. She tended to be more decisive is getting her clothing, rather then spend a lot of time deliberating on what to get. It was something of a small point of pride she had in herself, to not waste time unlike other girls. She doesn't express this to her best friend, Manami Katase, since her friend does enjoy taking her time in doing things like that. Manami might think Iori was the same, but that's only because Iori just liked hanging out with her friend.

It's why when she went to her usual shop, already mentally prepared for a specific number of outfits to buy, along with what type, she found herself extremely annoyed that her flow was interrupted.

Because for the love of all that is holy, why was Hyoudou Issei in a woman's clothes store!? Iori thought with a frown.

Before she could even assess the situation, the Murayama girl found herself marching toward the infamous Boob-Loving Pervert to shout him out of the store.

Issei was standing near one of the changing rooms with one of the retail employees, with the pervert holding some girls clothes.

"Um, Mr. Issei." A cherubic voice called out from the changing room.

"Everything okay, Asia?" Issei spoke back in a language that wasn't Japanese.

That is what made Iori slow down in confusion. It took her a moment to parse what the language sounded like.

Spanish? No, wait the tone feels... more relaxed? Is that what it is? Italian? I think. Probably.

"The skirt is the right size and length, but the blouse is too big. I-If it's not too much trouble." The innocent girl's voice said from behind the curtain.

"Of course, it's no problem," Issei said back, before speaking to the shop attendant. "Do you have the same shirt by one size smaller?"

"Of course, just a second." The female employee said, and headed to one of the clothes rackets.

Seeing him alone, Iori proceeded toward Issei, but walked with less force as she felt like this situation wasn't as she expected.

"Hyoudou, what do you think you're doing here?" Yet the moment she reached the Oppai Pervert, she couldn't help but instinctively fall back on her normal aggression.

"Hmm?" Issei blinked a few times as he noticed her. "Ah, yo, Murayama." Unlike the stuttering or panic she expected, Issei greeted her casual.

"Wha? Don't 'yo' me. What are you doing here? This is the girl's store." Iori pushed to try and get him to answer her quickly.

"Yes. I am aware." However Issei answered her in a dry tone, that threw her off, making her take a step back. "A family guest and a friend of mine is living with me and my parents right now. She has a limited amount of clothes due to traveling a lot, but given that she's staying with us for the foreseeable future, I'm here with her to get her some new outfits. She doesn't know a lot of Japanese, so I'm translating for her."

"Huh, I see." Iori said as she processed that, but couldn't help her suspicion that the Hyoudou boy was using this chance to perv on the poor girl somehow. "And I'm sure you're not making her wear skimpy outfits, while telling her those are normal Japanese fashion trends." She said with her arms cross, as accusatory glare on her face.

Issei rolled his eyes. "I don't perv on someone I'm responsible for."

"Huh?" Iori felt herself flinch and step back from shock. Not just at Issei's dismissive attitude toward her, but his response.

Issei? Not perving? N-No way. That's impossible right? Iori thought.

"No way, are you really Hyoudou Issei? It's almost like you're a decent human being now." Iori couldn't hide her shock.

"Oi." Issei deadpanned.

"Excuse me, Miss? I brought the shirt." The attendant came back with a blouse with a sweater on top of it as part of the outfit, and placed it over the curtain.

"Thank you." Angelic girl's voice came from behind the curtain.

A few moments later the curtain opened to reveal a blonde foreigner.

"How do I look, Mr. Issei?" The blonde asked Issei right away.

"You look cute, Asia. It looks good on you." Issei replied with a small smile on his face.

...Okay, seriously, what the fuck? Iori couldn't help but think. Somehow... Hyoudou's calm demeanor and non-pervy gentle smile, along with speaking another language... kinda made Issei look handsome. Princely even.

No, no, stop! This is Issei for god's sake. It's just some kind of trick! Stop brain! Iori berated herself.

"Um, who is this?" The girl, Asia, asked Issei upon noticing Iori, making the girl pay attention to the reason why she confronted Issei to begin with.

"This is Iori Murayama, a classmate from my school." Issei answer... in English this time.

"Since when were you good at English? No, wait, since when can you speak two foreign languages." Iori asked in shock.

"Since always." Issei shrugged. "You don't know what I spend my time on outside of school."

"Like hell you're--" Iori began to hiss before a quiet threw her off.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Issei's friend?" Asia asked in English, with the innocent excitement of meeting someone, you thought you shared a commonality of having the same friend.

"Um, I am..." Iori began to speak English with some slow hesitance. She knew a fair bit, as she was good in the subject in school, but being good in a language by school standards, didn't translate to being good in a language in real life. "How do I say not a friend, but not some... I'm hostile toward." She asked Issei, deciding to give a tentative olive branch for the sake of the girl living in his house, whom he... actually didn't look at with dirty eyes this entire time.

That realization had Iori's brain short-circuit for a second, she almost missed Issei's reply.

"Acquaintance." Issei said in English.

"R-Right," Iori nodded. "We are ac-quaintan-ces from school." She voice out the word 'acquaintance' slowly as she said it. "We," Iori looked at Issei for a moment as she chose her words. "Interact a lot."

"Really?" Asia asked, looking interested. "Can you tell me more? What's school like? What's Mr. Issei like in class? What are clubs like? I heard you have to join one or the school expels you through a cannon."

Iori was overwhelmed by the rapid questions. Issei however was surprised by that last question.

"Wait, what? Where did you hear that? Schools don't shoot students out of a cannon. No one does that." Issei said.

"But, but... TV?" Asia said, sounding almost disappointed.

"Asia, those were either anime, or game shows. They're not real." He explained.

"Aww," Asia pouted. "It looked like so much fun."

"Um, we had... a lot fireworks in school festival, last year." Iori offered.

"Really?" Asia asked, her excitement reignited.

"Err, yes." Iori found herself smiling at Asia's cheerful presence.

Issei found himself smiling at the interaction.

He supposed Asia did need to spend time with girls her own age, and not be cooped up in his house all the time, and just go out to hangout with him, or go get groceries with his mom.

Maybe I can asked Rias to help get Asia into Kuoh Academy. He might as well bring it up with Asia and his parents, then go asked the Gremory Devil.

"Asia," Issei spoke, cutting the blonde ex-nun off, from overwhelming the kendo girl with questions. "How about we pay for these, leave Murayama to do her shopping then meet up at the burger shop near here? You two can talk freely then." Issei gave Iori a look. "Unless Murayama already has plans."

"Okay," Iori said after some thought. "Alright, I will join you. To protect Asia-chan."

"Yay, the more the merrier. Wait protect?" Asia asked looking confused.

===x===

Is this real life? Iori Murayama thought as she looked at the scene before her.

"I told you to be careful with the ketchup packs." Issei sighed as he got some napkins, and began cleaning Asia's messy face, like one would a small child, or younger sibling.

"I'm sorry," Asia said, teary-eyed and unresisting. "I dirtied up the new clothes Mr. Issei got for me."

"Asia, it's fine." Issei said with a gentle smile. "There are lots of ways to clean that up, and mom is an expert even with just the mundane stuff. I'm just glad none got into your eyes. Careful now, okay."

"Mmm," Asia nodded like a good child, even though she was a teenager.

Who the hell is this? Where's the perversion? The chance to use any opportunity to leer at a girl, or being this close cop a feel? Who is this fit handsome prince?--Wait, since when does Issei have muscles? How come I never notice... He's always wearing the school blazer. Iori thought to herself. Arrrg, no! I'm not getting interested in Oppai Pervert Issei of all people!

"Ms. Iori, are you okay? You look like you're in pain. Do you need healing?" Asia suddenly said, looking at Iori in worry due to seeing the girl shake her head, while looking frustrated.

"It's fine, Asia." Issei interjected. "She's just thinking really hard about something." Issei said, before looking to the side and whispering in Japanese. "Something stupid."

Iori frown, letting out a small whine.

Then kicked Issei's shin under the table.

Issei blinked in surprise, and frowned at Iori, before giving an annoyed smile. Iori smiled cheekily back.

"We're not at school." Issei said making Iori blink in surprise. "And I am very much an advocate for gender equality."

"S-So you finally show your true colors. Damn, if only I had my shinai." Iori said back, almost glad to get back into a familiar routine, but feeling also worried if she might have pushed things too far.

"Shame. If you did, you'd have caused a scene and the mall cops could have taken away the crazy girl waving a shinai." Issei said with an annoying attractive smirk.

Iori frowned and made to kick his shin again.

Issei anticipate it, and moved his legs away, causing her to kick the restaurant couch without subconsciously holding back.

Iori's eyes widened as her toes, even while wearing shoes, got more backlash than expected, as she felt the pain shiver up her leg.

She bit into her sandwich and let out a concealed whine to hide the pain.

"Ms. Iori?" Asia asked concern.

"Sounds like she really likes her burger." Issei said with a smirk.

"I see, yes, it really is a good burger!" Asia nodded and smiled brightly.

Iori just glared at Issei, silently promising to get back at him the next time he tried to spy on her club. Personally.

Iori completely forgot to ask Asia, if Issei did anything inappropriate while they lived together, as the annoying pervert kept all her attention.

===x===

Aika Kiryuu wasn't usually a girl that was into gossip.

Okay, that's not completely true. She's fine with gossip if it's interesting or entertaining, it's just that most of the time it's exaggerated tales.

Yet something off with Issei Hyoudou.

It wasn't really the talk of school of the Oppai Pervert acting differently than his usual self. People don't pay attention to Issei beyond his antics.

However involve the exclusive and mysterious Occult Research Club, headed by the school's two idol beauties, and suddenly Issei is someone people couldn't help but pay a bit more attention to. Be it with dread that he might join the ORC and spend time with Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, or just plain jealousy of Issei doing so.

Talks started with Kuoh Academy's Handsome Prince, Yuuto Kiba asking Issei to head with him to the club. That was noteworthy of rumors going up but with time something that would have died down.

Then one day Issei went up to Kiba asking to speak with him in private, which spread a whole different set of juicy rumors. Although Aika observed Issei that day to see him head with Kiba to the ORC building.

Huh. So Issei asked Kiba to arrange a meeting with the Occult Club members? Maybe with Rias Gremory specifically? Hmm, he's has some pull for that meeting to come up that quick, or am I overthinking this?

It was almost like Issei now had a mysterious aura around him.

Like in art class when they were given an assignment to make structure or figure out of clay, Issei made a very detailed figurine of a girl in some unknown uniform. He then took to paining the figure making... a rather cute looking model. The clay model was made with such detail, that Aika could even say that the figure looked like a sassy genki girl. A girl with her hair styled in a side-ponytail on the left side with a hair band and a cowlick. Her expression was a grin of pure smugness.

Issei really seems different. Aika couldn't help but think.

"Wow, what anime character is that?" Motohama asked. "Huh, those sizes... are surprisingly complementary. I thought you'd make her boobs bigger."

"I kinda felt this just fit better." Issei said with a shrug.

"Okay, this character has too much 'realism' in her. Is this some recent actress you saw?" Matsuda wondered. "Also since when are you so good at model making? And do you mind making one for Dark Knight Ingrid for me?"

"Not a TV show, I saw this hair style once and when from there. And for Ingrid, sure. It costs ¥10,000." Issei said with a smirk.

"Wah?! Oh come on, bro. What happened to the friendship discount?" Matsuda argued.

"That is the friendship discount." Issei smirked.

The Perverted Trio just argued and joked around with one another, while something kept spinning in Aika's mind. Like a picture was slowly forming on what was up with Issei Hyoudou.

He's not as perverted as he once was. Or rather it's not something indiscriminate aimed at anything feminine. Oh sure, he acts out with his friend, but it felt like his heart wasn't in it. Not in the sense of people who grew up from their chuunibyou tendencies and became embarrassed of their past selves, but someone who's interest and focus just changed.

The way he walk, the way he carries himself and now that affectionate look he has, when making that clay model... Aika's thoughts coalesced and her eyes widened as she slowly came to a conclusion.

Aika stood up from her seat, heading straight to the Perverted Trio with manic look and clear purpose.

"Oh shit, here comes Kiryuu." Matsuda said in panic.

"H-Hide your junk. No, cover your ears, she can't hurt us anymore if we can't listen." Motohama said, even though he has the same ability as Aika, the Size Scouter. The ability to tell any girl's three sizes.

Yet Aika's ability to tell any guy's size just felt more devastating for the Perverted Trio, even thought Aika only threatened them with it, but never acted on that threat.

Aika stopped next to Issei's desk and pointed at him like a detective that solve a massive case.

"Hyoudou Issei, I have discovered your secret!" Aika declared as she pointed dramatically at him.

"Huh?" Issei blinked in surprise, as his friends looked and talked between themselves in confusion.

"You're no longer a virgin!" Aika shouted.

"Say, what?" Issei leaned away looking surprise.

""What?"" The other two perverts shouted at this betrayal.

""WHAT!?"" However, the classes' shout drowned out Motohama and Matsuda's shout.

"It took me a while to figure out, because unlike every other guy in school, when they finally get laid, they walk around with too much swag and jolly in their step. Or try to hide it, which makes it more obvious. You however just continued on naturally but it's still there! I can sense the difference!"

"Issei, you bastard! How dare you break our bro code of being virgins till graduation!" Motohama cried out and was actually crying, as he grabbed Issei by his shirt.

"We were suppose to be loser friends together dammit! Are you beginning your popular phase without us? Are we being left behind?" Matsuda shouted to the sky while crying as well.

"God dammit, Aika! Stop shouting weird stuff! And I didn't agree to that bullshit pact. Besides if either of you had the chance, don't act like you wouldn't jump up at it!" Issei shouted back as he and his friend fell into a play fight.

While this scene cause a bit of chaos in class, it all eventually died down, as the Kuoh students, it was just the Perverted Glasses Girl and the Perverted Trio getting into some antics, and shouldn't be taken seriously.

"HYOUDOU ISSEI! I HEARD YOU LAID YOUR PERVY HANDS ON ASIA-CHAN! PREPARE TO DIE!"

Then the Kendo Club Captain had to come and reignite the rumors.

Iori Murayama raged into class armed to the teeth with shinai and bokken, having only just heard the rumor of Issei having slept with a girl, due to being not in the art's class at the time.

The lunch period was the most chaotic one that the Perverted Trio had experienced in a while. Mostly due to Issei not being the slowest one of the trio all of a sudden, letting his friends bravely suffer the wrath of the Kendo Club so he can run away.

Sadly Iori wasn't distracted by the lesser bait, and focused slowly on Issei, running after him till she tired out first.

===x===

The next day at Kuoh Academy cemented Issei new reputation as a possible dangerous beast.

"Class, we're having a new student with us starting today. She doesn't know a lot of Japanese, so try to speak to her in English and help her out when you can." Said Class 2-B's homeroom teacher.

"Um, My, name, Asia Argento." A blonde foreign student greeted the class and bow. "Nice to meet you all!" The girl spoke with a cherubic voice and had an innocent charm around her, that made everyone want to hug and protect her.

Many 'aww's were said among the class.

Then Asia's eyes fell on Issei and lit up.

"Mr. Issei, look! We're in the same class!" Asia said excitedly as she went to take her seat next to Issei.

"Yeah, it's good to have you around, Asia. I hope school will be fun for you." Issei smiled back.

"Yes," Asia's smiled shined brighter.

The class's reaction however was much different.

"W-W-What the hell? Since when does Issei know this foreign beauty?" Matsuda asked in shock.

"Who are you, dude? You know cute foreign chicks. You speak an exotic foreign language and starting to charm girls. I feel like I don't know you anymore." Motohama said in equal shock. "Did you take classes on how to be a 'Damn Handsome' without telling us?"

"Is that why you hang out with Kiba?" Matsuda cried out. "You're learning how to seduce girls and not taking us with you!"

"What 'charm girls'?" Issei protested. "No girl in school likes me, just like you two. And stop with the insane conspiracies!"

As the Perverted Trio argued, the class were also reacting in shock.

"The foreign beauty knows Hyoudou? Why? What's their relationship?"

"Did Issei just speak Italian? Since when does Issei know Italian?"

"I'm dreaming. This is a dream, this has to be a dream."

And then there were two other girls talking away from the commotion.

"Did Issei... kinda sound sexy talking Italian? ...Oh god, I just thought Issei sounded sexy." Said one girl with horrified wide-eyes.

"What's going on in the world!? Nothing makes sense anymore!" Her friend held her head, shouting to the heavens for things to make sense again.

For the rest of that day, things were hectic, with Issei almost getting lynched by his classmates, when Iori protectively asked Asia if Issei did anything untoward to her.

Asia didn't understand and Iori was too shy to say it outright.

"Say, Asia-chan, did you and Issei have sex?" Aika of course blew things up, by asking that question in clear English, and Asia being innocent girl she was, was too embarrassed and red-faced to answer at the beginning, almost causing another misunderstanding.