The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 9: Unruly Introduction

Rias and the rest froze, hearing all of this was hard to bear. Mostly for Rias, who already boiled in rage, barely controlling her emotions mocked continuously by a "no one." Berated and pointing out her flaws, losing face before her servants!

"...You convinced me, you are nothing more than a noble brat who's been ass licked out until now, and everything handed to her on a golden platter because of her status and looks! You even forgot to think despite all the information you possess about me, your opponent! If you continue like this, you will lose every battle! You will lose all your friends and loved ones! You will die or remain alone! Sour and helpless against your opponent! Spending your ten thousand years in depression — growing old and miserable — Knowing, they died because of you. Knowing, if you had only used your brain, everything would be different! Knowing..."

"Shut up!" Rias basically boiled hearing the hard truth. Her vision went red; she can't contain herself anymore! Her hand moved fast, shooting forth a full power ray of the energy of destruction, a beam Gillian dodged elegantly by stepping out of the way, tilting herself slightly.

It managed to cut some of her hair, but otherwise, her bored expression remained behind her goggles.

It was evident, if a normal human was hit by that black energy with red outline, they would have been vaporized in an instant! It already left a sizable crater in its wake, bouncing further from the ground like uncontrollable lighting, vaporizing several trees farther behind.

"Rias!"

"Buchou!" Akeno and Kiba shouted out in fright, not expecting their president to lose her head just like that.

"I-I..!" Rias stepped back twice, filled with horror. She almost hit her! She lost her head! She lost her head and almost killed Gillian! A human! How could she do this!? How could she lose control this much!?

"Huh... that was close." Gillian clicked her tongue. "That's what you get if you lose your cool. Idiot!"

"I-I am sorry! Are you alright?" Rias was apologetic, still trembling after her unintended act, still unable to process what she had almost done!

"Hmph! Manage..." Gillian removed her scarf, checking her limbs, then inspected her slightly cut end of her hair. "I have all my limbs. Only my hair was slightly cut. But hey! It was a good shot! You almost caught me off guard!" she laughed completely unconcerned.

"Yo-You're not even angry!?" this human was absurd!? She was almost killed and still unconcerned?! Just who... what kind of human is she!?

"Why? It was a splendid move! It made my blood boil in excitement!" Gillian pointed at Rias by forming guns with her hands. "The fault was your horrible aim — what came from losing your head. Aim better next time, and you will win! In battle, going berserk is not advised. If you can't control yourself, the enemy can use it against you, making you annihilate your own comrades with your own skills by just running circles around you and blindly firing. If that happens, without comrades, berserking people are torn apart by the opponents in under a moment..."

She walked near Rias, placing her hand on her shoulder. "This was the first lesson. More will come in the week. Now I am convinced I need to work hard to make you a bearable team. We mostly need to work on your overly emotional reaction. Such a thing... is annoying to deal with. And you need to deal with it before even considering going into battle."

"I-I see..." she gulped hard, nodding slightly, still frozen, barely able to process all that the player said.

"One more thing... Let me tell you. I care not who you are, or who your brother is, I will kick the shit out of you if you do stupid things. I will kick the shit out of your brother if he tries anything nasty. Capiche?"