Highschool DxD-Dream of Perfection

Chapter -8

In a large, dark room, a woman in her thirties sat reading a book in a simple chair. To her right, a floating magic lamp illuminated the small area around her. Suddenly, a summoning circle in the middle of the room lit up. Noticing it, the woman calmly closed her book, stood up, and walked towards the circle, her steps slow and steady.

When she reached it, the summoning was complete, and a team of six emerged, led by an extremely handsome boy with black hair and brown eyes.

The woman, upon seeing him, raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful, as if she is thinking if she should or not. Suddenly, she shook her head and said, "Follow me. I'll explain your mission as we walk." She then turned around and headed towards the door.

The group followed her quietly as she began her explanation. "Your mission is to take down a fortress in the Endless Wood of Neverland. From our previous investigation, we know it is protected by five or six mid-class being and one high-class being who is a spear wielder."

Taking a right turn, she continued. "I will give you the general location of the fortress and teleport you all to the forest. Just a heads-up, the previous faction that owned it was destroyed by the Norse Pantheon after offending them. Only a few scattered bases remain. If you encounter anyone from Norse myth, retreat immediately. I will be watching from a distance, so if the situation becomes dire, I will intervene."

She led the group into a well-furnished medieval room with a large teleportation circle in the center. The group and the woman stepped onto the circle, and they teleported.

After teleportation before the group could assess the surrounding the woman threw a map and said 'You location and fortress is in that map , remember live no one alive.'

The forest was dense and ancient, the towering trees blocking out most of the moonlight. Shadows danced between the trunks, cast by the thin beams that managed to break through the thick canopy. Yuto moved at the head of his group, his footsteps soundless on the moss-covered ground, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night air. Behind him, his team of five followed in perfect silence.

No words were needed between them. Their breaths were steady, faces set like stone as they passed through the forest's natural barriers. Each of them knew their role, and each step they took was precise, avoiding the patches of underbrush that might snap and give away their position.

Yuto's eyes flicked around, taking in every detail. 

After hours of methodical movement, the trees began to thin, revealing the looming silhouette of the fortress ahead. It was an old, stone structure built into the side of a mountain, almost as if it had grown out of the rocks themselves. Its walls were worn but solid, reinforced with runes that faintly shimmered in the darkness. 

Yuto crouched in the shadows at the edge of the treeline, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. His team fanned out behind him, each member taking a position without needing to be told. The air was tense, cold. The only light came from the occasional flicker of torchlight along the battlements, where guards patrolled with methodical precision. 

'She said that she will only intervene if it is dire. By dire , i wonder how dire would it have to be for her to intervene.' Yuto thought as he started investigating.

(Third person POV)

For the next four hours, Yuto and his team watched in silence. His only mid-class teammate, an expert in reconnaissance, kept track of the guards' shifts, noting every detail—the rotation of sentries, the timing of their patrols, the blind spots in their movements. The fortress was heavily fortified, not just by stone walls but by magical wards that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

Yuto's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. The guards were well-trained, and every part of the fortress was covered—no easy entrances, no cracks in the defenses. Infiltration was impossible.

Still, they watched, silent as the grave. A mid-class member of the team occasionally whispered findings to Yuto, who processed the information coldly, formulating and discarding plans in his mind. Time passed, but not a single member of the team grew restless. They were like predators, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

After four hours, Yuto made the call. Infiltration wasn't possible. The only option was a surprise assault, taking advantage of the changing of the guard when security was weakest.

He signaled to the group with a barely perceptible hand motion, and they prepared themselves. Each member unsheathed their weapons , enchanted blades and tools designed for the job. Their breaths deepened, and their movements became sharper, but there was still no emotion. They were cold, ruthless.

As the moment came, Yuto rose from his crouch, his eyes fixed on the guards ahead. The shift was beginning—some guards were leaving their posts, and for a brief moment, the balance was disrupted. That was when Yuto moved.

Like a shadow, Yuto sprang from the treeline, his team following in perfect synchronization. They moved with inhuman speed, closing the distance between the forest and the fortress wall in a matter of seconds. The guards barely had time to register their presence before the first strike landed.

Yuto's hand moved silently through the air, cutting the throat of the nearest sentry. The man collapsed without a sound, his eyes wide in surprise as his life drained away. Around him, the rest of Yuto's team did the same—swift, lethal, emotionless.

In moments, the outer guards were down. The team regrouped at the base of the fortress, unseen and unheard by the rest of the garrison inside. Yuto's expression remained cold, his eyes scanning the fortress walls for the next move.

The surprise attack had begun, and there would be no turning back now.

The fortress's outer defenses crumbled in silence under Yuto's command. He moved like a phantom through the shadows, his sword like hand was killing guards guards with ease. Each strike was calculated—swift, precise, leaving no room for retaliation. The guards, no matter their number, were nothing but fodder before his cold efficiency.

Yuto's team mirrored his ruthless effectiveness, taking out their targets with brutal precision. They moved in sync, their dark weapons gleaming under the faint moonlight. But Yuto, being the peak mid-class being and the leader, was the deadliest among them.

The low-class and mid-class guards couldn't even raise a proper defense before they fell. Yuto barely broke a sweat. He was an expert in hand-to-hand combat, dispatching foes with a combination of swift strikes and elemental attacks—sending bursts of flame or sharp blades of wind to clear the path ahead.

As the last of the weaker guards fell, a sudden presence made the air thicken. From the heart of the fortress, a high-class being stepped out. His eyes burned with power, and a cruel grin spread across his face as he saw the scattered bodies of the fallen. This was no ordinary opponent—this was a seasoned warrior, a veteran of many battles 

He was built like a giant, towering over Yuto, his body brimming with raw strength and magical energy. His armor gleamed with ancient symbols, and a long, enchanted spear rested in his hand, crackling with lightning. He looked down at Yuto, cruelty flashing in his eyes. 

"Another one" the man growled. "Did you think this fortress is easy to take ? Think again"

Without another word, the man lunged forward, the ground shaking beneath his steps. Yuto barely had time to dodge as the spear slashed past, leaving a trail of crackling energy in its wake.

The fight erupted in a blur of movement. Yuto, with his inhuman agility, dodged and weaved around the man's relentless attacks. He was fast, but the man was no amateur—each strike of the spear came faster than the last, and each blow carried a crushing force behind it.

Yuto countered with his expertise in hand-to-hand combat, launching quick jabs and devastating kicks, but the man's armor absorbed much of the impact. When the distance became too great, Yuto conjured elemental attacks—blasts of fire, arcs of lightning, and whirling winds. The fortress lit up with the intensity of their clash, the elemental forces slamming into walls and scorching the ground around them.

But the high-class guardian wasn't easily shaken. His spear twirled in the air, deflecting Yuto's elemental strikes with ease, and he responded with attacks that forced Yuto back. The fight dragged on, the two opponents locked in a brutal dance of death.

Sweat beaded on Yuto's brow as the battle raged. The guardian's strength was immense—far beyond that of the low- and mid-class guards they had dispatched so easily. His spear strikes were relentless, forcing Yuto to stay on the defensive. Every moment brought them closer to defeat.

Yuto's mind raced as he looked for an opening. His teammates were still fighting off the remaining enemies, but they were outclassed. His mid-class companion had already taken heavy hits, and the rest of his team were barely holding their ground against the last few guards. Time was running out.

As the man swung his spear in a deadly arc, Yuto saw his chance. He sidestepped the attack, driving his knee into the guardian's side with a burst of wind-enhanced force, but it barely staggered the armored behemoth.

"Is that all you've got, brat?" the guardian sneered, his eyes glowing with overconfidence. He prepared to strike again, but Yuto's cold eyes had already shifted to the battlefield—calculating.

Yuto's gaze flicked toward one of his injured teammates, who was too slow to dodge a guard's attack. The teammate stumbled forward, bleeding and barely able to stand. In that moment, Yuto made a split-second decision.

Yuto retreats towards his teammate and whispers 'When you get the chance, grab the weapon' 

Then suddenly, Yuto grabbed his injured teammate and flung him into the path of the high-class guardian's spear. The guardian's eyes widened in surprise as his weapon plunged straight through the teammate's chest, pinning him to the ground. His teammates eye remained indifferent through all this.

His teammate, using the last of his strength, grabbed the man's spear, which was still embedded in his own body, it would only take a moment to shake him off , but a moment is enough time for Yuto to strike. With the guardian's spear lodged in his teammate's body and with him grabbing it, Yuto dashed forward, summoning a violent surge of elemental energy. His hand crackled with lightning as he plunged his claw like hand deep into the guardian's exposed neck. 

The high-class guardian's eyes bulged as the lightning surged through his body, paralyzing him. His grip on the spear loosened, and Yuto, with cold precision, swung his other hand towards his adams apple. The man widens his eyes a bit as his immense form crumbled to the ground, dead.

Yuto stood over the corpse of the man, his expression as cold as ever. He glanced briefly at his fallen teammate, but there was no remorse in his eyes—only the cold, calculated recognition of a necessary sacrifice. His remaining team gathered around him, bloodied but alive.

The fortress had been breached, and the man in charge lay dead at their feet. Yuto wiped the blood from his blade as he started searching for survivors .

They would leave no survivors.

(Afterwards)

Yuto and his teammates are back at the castle , reporting their mission to the director . Who is smiling through the whole process. 

Director's POV

I still remember that day like it was yesterday—when I first read the reports about a 9-year-old human boy with no prior training, aside from a few months of boxing, nearly defeating three mages. They were bottom-rung trash, but still mages nonetheless. My curiosity was piqued, so I visited him after arriving here.

After finishing the report , director was quiet for a few sec and said in his usual joking tone 'Allright , treat you injuries and get back to training .Time waits for no one' . Upon hearing it , Yuto and his teammates respectfully got out and gone to infirmary to get healed. 

Director's POV

I still remember that day like it was yesterday—when I first read the reports about a 9-year-old human boy with no prior training, aside from a few months of boxing, nearly defeating three mages. They were bottom-rung trash, but still mages nonetheless. My curiosity was piqued, so I visited him after arriving here.

In his cell, he sat calmly, despite one of his arms being nearly severed, the other broken, and his body covered in cuts and bruises. He sat there as if he wasn't injured at all.

He began asking me questions, his voice hoarse and dry. I answered a few out of interest. I also healed him because I didn't want him to die or become crippled—at least, not before things truly began.

For the first two months, he was below average in both magic and physical strength. But within half a year, he became above average in the group. By then, I had noticed something interesting: he grew stronger abnormally fast through suffering than he did without it.

So, I thought, what if I give him hell? What would happen if I made him suffer even more? Would he break, or would he become a monster?

I made his torture specially cruel , training harder , made the other tool keep their distance from him to see if he will bloom like Edel a flower that blooms more beautiful , harsher the weather. 

Oh, he did not disappoint me. He became a monster in both magic and physical strength. For his age, he was something else entirely. In the tournament to determine the leader of the Shadow Knights, I specifically ordered him to rely solely on his physical strength and physical enhancement magic. He still won—defeating that werewolf brat, even after the boy went berserk.

'I want to know... what will happen if I push him even harder? Will he become a true monster, like Vidar, Thor, or even Odin?' director thought with chilling smile in his face .