Danmachi One-Shots

Boundless Cosmos

Bell's confident retort reverberated through the coliseum, leaving many, including the Valkyries and the audience, utterly surprised. It was as if he had already foreseen this confrontation and was unshaken by the presence of the mightiest god, Zeus. Brunhilde observed Bell's demeanor, trying to decipher the enigma that was this young sorcerer. She knew he possessed extraordinary power, but what else lay hidden beneath his seemingly carefree exterior?

As the tension in the arena thickened, Brunhilde couldn't help but wonder how this battle would unfold. In her eyes, Zeus represented the unblockable spear, while Bell was the unbreakable shield. It was the Greatest Attack versus the Mightiest Defense, a clash of epic proportions.

Göll, on the other hand, was filled with worry. She watched Bell with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity, unsure of what to expect. Brunhilde couldn't resist teasing her younger sister, knowing that Göll had a soft spot for Bell. "What's wrong, afraid you won't be able to ask him out?" Brunhilde teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Göll's face flushed with embarrassment, and she shrunk down, unable to deny her feelings. "Maybe," she admitted in a small voice, caught off guard by her sister's teasing.

Meanwhile, the gods in the audience reacted with a mix of anger and disbelief. Bell's audacity in addressing Zeus so casually and referring to him as "Gramps" had infuriated many. They jeered and shouted in anger, unable to comprehend how a mere mortal could show such disrespect to the king of the gods.

Bell, however, seemed unfazed by the uproar. He chuckled in response to the angry gods, his red eyes twinkling with mirth. "Geez, the Gods sure are lively, right, Gramps?" he remarked casually, earning a surprised laugh from Zeus himself. Their shared amusement added a surreal element to the tense atmosphere of the arena.

With Heimdall's announcement, the battle officially commenced. Zeus wasted no time and launched his attack, a Near Lightspeed Jab aimed directly at Bell. The punch moved at an astonishing speed of 0.01 seconds, a pace that seemed impossible to react to. However, Bell's response was nothing short of extraordinary.

With fluid grace, Bell evaded Zeus's punch by darting to the inside of the strike, leaving the crowd in stunned silence. Even Brunhilde, who had witnessed countless battles, couldn't comprehend how a mortal could move with such finesse. She couldn't help but wonder if her theory about Bell's abilities was correct.

Zeus pulled back his punch, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Ho Ho ho, not bad, kiddo," he complimented, "you successfully dodged my first punch."

Within the audience, Ares, Hera, Poseidon, and Hermes watched the battle unfold with varying degrees of interest. Ares, the god of war, remained somewhat dismissive, refusing to acknowledge the significance of Bell's actions. "How foolish," he commented, "they're impressed because he dodged father's slowest punch."

Hermes, on the other hand, was intrigued. He recognized the absence of a Völundr, the divine weapon granted to human warriors, in Bell's possession. "Yes, and without a Völundr, no less," he noted, acknowledging the young sorcerer's exceptional skill.

Hera, still in awe of Bell's display, commented, "Let's see what this human is capable of."

Poseidon, too, found himself agreeing with Hera while observing Bell's potential. "Indeed," he mused.

As the battle continued, Zeus launched another near-lightspeed jab, only for Bell to evade it once more, this time on the outside. The old god then initiated a relentless barrage of near-lightspeed jabs, each punch exponentially faster than the last, aiming to overwhelm Bell completely.

Bell's movements remained fluid and graceful as he continued to evade Zeus's punches with apparent ease. However, Zeus was not one to back down. He announced his signature technique, the "Meteor Jab," and unleashed a continuous flurry of rapid-fire punches.