The entirety of the supernatural world is coming together for a tournament.Among the factions entering many are surprised to see a dragon among the competitors.
A white haired boy was sprinting through the familiar forest, the boy had wounds and bruises all over his body and most notably a pair of horns on his head.The boy didn't dare look back as he heard thundering footsteps chasing him.The ground was suddenly blown up sending the boy flying into a tree.
???:Stop running!
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The young boy curled into a ball as tears fell from his eyes.
Y/n:p-please s-stop.Mo—
???:Shut up! A bastard like you doesn't deserve to live!
The monstrous woman charged up another attack which she threw at Y/n without a second thought.Y/n raised his arm and tried to muster his zero seal but found he was too tired.A figure suddenly flew through the trees and grabbed Y/n before leaping out of the way of the blast.
Azazel:I've got you kid.
Y/n looked up at the person who had saved him as more tears fell from his eyes.
Flashback end
Azazel was sat in the orc club room with rias's peerage, irina and ravel all looking at him confused.
Issei:wait .... what did you say?
Azazel:I said that I need you to win the competition.You're the only one's I know who stand a chance.
Rias:Why is it you want us to win so much?
Azazel didn't respond.A magic circle appeared in front of him, azazel carefully reached into it a removed a bow.
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Azazel:If you didn't know this here is the prize of the competition as well as the first true sacred gear I've ever managed to create. *sigh* I made this thing using y/n's power.
Akeno:but Then how did we see him at the competition?
Azazel:I suppose a better way of phrasing it would be that a power of Y/n's is sealed in this sacred gear.
