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Hp: Yasaka & Azazel
🕑 Added 2025-08-14 13:53:31 +0000 UTC[Yasaka]
She never thought that the sage they had been searching for was a teenager. She had entertained the idea that he wasn't a youkai, but she never thought he would be a human kid.
It was abundantly clear that he had been a sage since birth too because, even if the kid was a one-in-a-millennium genius, he still wouldn’t be able to become a sage while in his teenage years.
It just wasn't possible for him to become a sage that fast while practicing the normal way. It took too much time and effort for a person to achieve sagehood that way, and that too was a rare thing.
‘Let’s be realistic here, there’s no other explanation for this,’ she thought. ‘It took Sun Wukong decades to achieve sagehood and he was the fastest one to achieve such a feat. This kid looks like he’s no older than fifteen.’
She sighed tiredly. She could already feel the headache to come when she shares this new piece of information with the council.
What did she ever do to deserve this? She was just training/playing tag with Konou—her daughter who tried to hide herself using illusions while she searched for her—when one of her guards barged in on her private time to inform her that the sage was sighted shopping inside her territory.
She wanted to leave him alone after she heard everything, but the old bastards didn't, so they voted and she lost because that old bastard Nurarihyon wanted to stir trouble. Still, after finally reaching a decision, they went out to meet the kid—they weren't successful.
‘Oh, how she loved the looks of disgruntlement they wore when they couldn't approach him.’
Oh, they could get into the zone, domain, or whatever you call the warding field he had around him; they just had to give up everything in order to do so.
'Not like it was voluntary,' she thought, shaking her head. It felt as if nature as a whole was watching them, ready to unleash its wrath upon them for the slightest offense. It was a new experience for her because not even those old, entitled Chinese cultivators had that kind of feeling to them.
Still, after most of them tried everything they could—from old oaths to self-sealing—and failed, they decided to just wait for him outside his domain.
She, on the other hand, was having the time of her life watching the old bastards making fools of themselves.
After she was done with her entertainment, she stood up and went inside. So what if she had her powers sealed? So what if she felt like nature would kill her if she tried anything? She wasn't here to make enemies in the first place.
She'd admit that she wanted to ask him to join her faction at first, but that idea was thrown out of her head as soon as she saw the sheer volume of protection he placed around himself. She couldn't actually offer him anything that he couldn't get by himself, plus she might have found the baby in his arms cute and forgotten all about that…
Koruka too followed her, but she knew why the cat wished to meet him…
Soon, she met the fabled sage, and she had to say, meeting him was one hell of a confidence booster. It was cute watching him try not to stare at her boobs, but it was also oddly flattering. She had thought herself too old to gain the attention of young people these days, but she was proven wrong rather quickly.
She quickly lost herself in playing with the cute little tribrid daughter of his, feeling quite nostalgic as she played with her.
Suddenly, she felt a cold sweat trickling down her spine; her tails bristled in alarm, and she felt like death was standing right behind her.
A protective bubble suddenly wrapped around the baby as the sage—now known as Harry Potter—slowly stood up.
She didn't know what happened suddenly, but she couldn't fault herself for that—her senses, power, and almost everything that made her a supernatural being were sealed, so she couldn't have known what happened even if she tried.
Her eyes followed Harry as he slowly walked towards what she guessed was the reason for his alert response and saw a group of three humans standing together wearing bewildered expressions.
She immediately guessed why: ‘They must have been enveloped in his domain, sealing all of their power.’ They started panicking soon after, extending their hands forwards, calling out for something.
Oh, she could read lips; almost every supernatural creature knows how to do that. She just couldn't see their lips because Harry's head was blocking her view.
She finally remembered to stand up and go after him. As soon as she stood up though, she saw what was happening, and her blood ran cold. She saw her daughter slung over the shoulder of one of the two she hadn’t noticed.
"Konou!!!" she yelled, despair slowly creeping into her heart as she saw the bloodstains on her white kimono.
Harry looked back at her, and she found herself unable to move an inch. A cold, icy feeling swept through her as she saw his eyes. The amount of fury she saw inside of them was enough to give her nightmares. She had thought she was old enough to have seen and felt the most potent of murderous intent, be it that of evil gods, dragons, or even yokais.
Yeah, she was wrong; his intent felt like the whole world had declared your death, it felt like your death was as inevitable as could be…
He turned his head back to face the still-talking humans, and then, in less than a second, she found herself clutching her daughter in her hands, and the human that had her on his shoulder slowly fading.
She couldn't understand what happened. She looked down, checking up on her daughter, who was now glowing green, clearly healing, and then back towards that horror-stricken human that was turning colorless every passing second.
'It's like he's being erased from the world,' a horror-filled thought passed through her head as she watched what was happening.
She turned her head left and right, looking for Azazel. She didn't know why she wanted to look for that pervert. Maybe to make sure she wasn't going crazy?…
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**[Azazel]**
Azazel was having a weird day. First, he was on his usual daily walk—his "I have things to do" walk. You know, one of his usual "I don’t want to do paperwork, so I’ll just run" shenanigans—you get the idea.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to work, solve problems, or meet people; no, he would do that. He just doesn’t want to read mission reports, sign off budget cuts, or any of that crap.
So after he sneaked out today, he went to his favorite oppai club—you know, to support the up-and-coming artists, college students, and destitute, hard-working family girls… He was enjoying himself too, until he received a message from one of his informers inside Kyoto telling him he had sighted the new sage, now known to be Harry Potter.
So, like any self-indulgent, respectful man, he ignored the message in favor of the new girl that had huge oppai… That was until he received another message telling him that the sage had settled down in a park and no one could approach him.
That piqued his interest too much to just ignore it. You see, he first thought he would find another chance to meet Harry Potter, maybe through Sairoarg? He didn’t know; he hadn't figured out the kinks of the plan yet, but he would have—you know, later down the line.
He already had his informer write down anything of importance for him to look over later, so it wasn’t that much of a hassle. But then Harry went and did something interesting, forcing him to leave his oppai heaven and go look at it.
When he arrived, he found more people than anticipated at the scene, but he didn’t really bother with them; he just went ahead and entered the domain surrounding Harry. And yes, it was a domain, much like his father’s, though less filled with grace and more of a nature-filled kind of domain.
His powers were sealed the instant he went inside, but that only made him more curious. So after he sat down, he started trying every trick he knew to circumvent the seal, but that proved to be a fruitless endeavor. He should have known that the seal was connected to the domain when he entered it, but working with 1% of his brain capacity wasn’t helping his reasoning and deduction much.
Still, it wasn’t all a waste of time; he met the boy sage, or the wizard, as he called himself. Azazel’s first impression of him was, “Ugh!! Another edgy teenager. Like one wasn’t enough for me!!” But that impression went flying out of his head as soon as he saw the kid’s reaction to Yasaka.
Not that he could blame him; the woman was the very definition of a milf. She was the mother you’d like to f*ck, cuddle after f*cking and simp after for the rest of your life.
He wasn’t even kidding; he’d tried his luck with her more times than he could count, but he was shut down every time. He would have to give the kid some tips later; maybe he would score where he failed? At least that way he could brag about teaching him—it was pathetic, true, but what can you do?
Still, just when he was about to start teasing the kid and maybe throw in some words of wisdom, something in the air changed. He guessed that someone was bold enough to attack the kid’s domain judging by how the kid jerked his head.
He quickly followed after the kid, making sure to keep some distance, you know for his own safety now that he was more of a mortal than he’d ever been, but apparently that distance was not enough for him to not hear the cringe and edgy recruitment pitch the attackers threw.
The kid, by some miracle, didn’t kill them right away. Maybe he was still out of it? He could only guess… Still, Harry did listen to their rambling and thinly veiled insults, nodding periodically, subverting what he thought he’d known about Harry Potter.
Azazel had thought Harry was the "kill your problems before they become bigger" kind of guy, but apparently, he was wrong? He didn’t know and it was still too soon to tell for certain, but he’d observe for now.
Everything was going smoothly; the kid started asking questions, answering some of their own, which were just questions about why they couldn’t use their Sacred Gear, if he had one, yada, yada…
That was until two more joined in: one short young man with black hair accompanied by a taller blonde one. The blonde, though, wasn’t empty-handed. No, he had a young kitsune tied up on his shoulder—‘Yasaka’s daughter’, he thought as soon as he saw her.
Suddenly, everything was not okay. No, sir, it was very much not. He felt a shiver roll all over his body; it felt like the world had bored its eyes upon them, judging them and all the malice of nature was directed at them.
‘Oh oh, that can’t be good,’ he shook his head. And then, just like that, everything ended. He heard Yasaka scream; then he saw the blonde guy getting grayed out, like he was being erased from reality. He turned his head back and saw Yasaka look at him, her daughter in her arms.
‘Son of a bitch, the kid can control time inside his domain too!!!’ he screamed internally, too shocked to voice his thoughts… ‘Heh, should have expected that…’
