Danmachi One-Shots

Boundless Cosmos

"The one who will represent Humanity is him!" Heimdall declared with pride, pointing towards humanity's gate. As if on cue, a deafening roar reverberated through the arena as a massive black dragon, with a single piercing eye, appeared, its colossal form hovering above humanity's side.

The spectators marveled at the dragon's size, but their attention was soon drawn to a figure standing atop the dragon's head. It was Bell Cranel, his white hair ruffled by the wind, his fiery red eyes gleaming with determination. With a graceful leap, he descended from the dragon's head and landed in the arena, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Heimdall's voice resounded once more, proclaiming Bell's name with fervor, "Bell Cranel!"

The crowd was a mix of reactions. Many of the gods, with their lofty expectations, chuckled at the sight of the seemingly unassuming mortal. They mocked his rabbitlike appearance, unable to fathom the power that lay within him. Some of the female deities, however, couldn't help but be captivated by Bell's presence.

Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, spoke in hushed tones, "This presence, it's strong, pure, how could a mortal possess such beauty?"

Ishtar, another goddess, replied with a hint of envy, "I don't know, but he's more beautiful than any deity I've met."

Even the Virgin Goddesses and Astraea, known for their detachment from worldly affairs, found themselves drawn to Bell's extraordinary aura. They exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by this enigmatic sorcerer.

Meanwhile, a trio of gods observed from a distance, seated upon their thrones. Hera, the Queen of the Greek Pantheon, couldn't believe that her counterpart from Bell's world would care about a seemingly insignificant mortal. She couldn't help but wonder, "I wonder, is his version of me happy?"

Poseidon, a deity known for his pride and narcissism, couldn't tear his gaze away from Bell. He sensed an inexplicable potential within the young sorcerer, and his curiosity was piqued. "Intriguing," he muttered to himself.

As for Ares, the god of war with his oversized chin and peculiar haircut, he simply dismissed Bell as inconsequential, his arrogance fueling his ignorance.

Heimdall was about to announce Shiva as humanity's opponent when an unexpected twist unfolded. Someone informed him of a change in the gods' selection. Bell and Heimdall exchanged knowing glances, understanding that "he" was behind this alteration.

After a brief pause, a melodious violin melody filled the arena, captivating the audience. Hermes, the swift messenger of the gods, entered the arena, a mischievous smile on his face. But he was not alone. Following Hermes, a figure danced gracefully, swaying to the tune. It was none other than Zeus, the King of the Greek Gods, and he was reveling in his grand entrance.

Brunhilde's frustration reached its peak. She couldn't believe that Zeus, the mightiest of all deities, would make his appearance this early in the tournament. Her meticulous plans had been foiled, and her irritation was palpable. Göll, trembling in fear, muttered, "No way, but Zeus is the Mightiest Deity of all the Pantheons, if he's fighting, it's all over!"

Bell, however, wore a smirk of anticipation. He had expected Zeus to make his grand entrance, for he knew the king of the gods was too proud to miss an opportunity to showcase his power.

As Zeus towered over Bell, his massive form casting a shadow over the young sorcerer, he couldn't resist taunting his opponent. "Hey, will you be alright without that thingy? Y'know, that 'Valkyrie unite!' thing. That thing. Without that... kiddo, it'll be over before you know it."

Bell's response was laced with unwavering confidence as he looked up at the towering deity. "Sorry Gramps," he retorted, "but you'll have to try and land a hit on me first."