DXD: Fight the Future!

A/N: Gotta get my Toloveru reference in here somehow!

Chapter Four: Reuniting the Clan – Part Two

Prague, Czech Republic

Yuto Kiba was mesmerised by its beauty, a sword over 3000 years old and yet it still looked brand new. This feat was accomplished by the safe hands of the Kingsley Brotherhood. One of the oldest organisations in history dedicated to finding and preserving priceless artefacts. Less a group of collectors and more like treasure hunters.

The Shalibaba was the swords name, a long thin silver blade and a golden handle that wrapped itself around the user's wrist.

Yuto examined the swords finer details with his magnifying eyepiece. He noticed the three men in matching suits grow tense.

Oh hoh! Whats this? Kiba thought

The sword was real, it didn't even have a scratch. It should've from being handled over the years but would have been fixed through remodelling, this was common, though it still depreciates its overall value. Nonetheless, Kiba expected this.

But why were they so nervous?

"How much is this?" he asked

The men seemed relieved, "18 Million Pounds, sir"

"Pounds?"

"Our money is useless, except to fuel our fireplaces!" the man chuckles

Kiba, without a second thought, gently scratched his thumb over its surface. Flakes of metal and silver paint broke off and revealed a rusted base. He scoffed. They were clearly trying to trick him and with such a cheap sham as well!

Kiba thought about it for a moment, an organization like the brotherhood wouldn't sell the very items they were trying to save (though such events were rumoured to of occurred after the 2009 Global Financial Crisis). These guys were clearly Black Market Mafia. Kiba felt almost ashamed, as a fan of the brotherhood, he jumped at the first chance to meet with them. That's why he easily fell into this scam. They would lure foreigners to this country to sell them stolen goods or well-made fakes. If they caught on, the thugs would rough them up and steal everything on them.

He turned around to meet the men pointing pistols at him.

"My, my" said Kiba "Say friends, would you like to see a real sword?"

Kiba smiled and aimed his hands for the side of his hip. A normal human would have problems fighting these giants of men, but as a demon, they didn't stand a chance.

He was about to conduct the spell to create his own magical sword, but then the sounds of a polytechnic mariachi band played in his pocket.

"What the?" said Kiba

It was his phone, Konneko, the Gremory House rook was calling him.

She would know he would be on a mission, so she wouldn't be ringing unless it was really important.

"Oh, excuse me for a minute, I must take this call" Kiba said and walked away.

The three men stared at each other confused.

"Uh….What do we, like….do?" said one man

"No idea, this honestly has never happened before"

"Konneko, what's wrong?"

Kiba had his phone pressed to his ear for several minutes. The call had ended minutes before, he was just stupefied in shock. Kiba slowly put away his flip phone back into his coat pocket, almost dropping it after fiddling with his ToLoveRu phone charm.

"You done?" said the biggest man

"Y-yeah…sure" Kiba confirmed

The three men jumped up.

"Get him boys!" one man said.

Kiba whispered a spell and the three man fell dead. Three little daggers materialised behind them and stabbed them in the back.

Kiba didn't even look at them. He walked out of the museum area and into a staff room. He found a fridge and checked it contents. There was a 1912 Fonce du Fleur Pinot and a classic 1880s Hillsman Scottish Cream Whiskey. He threw the two out onto the floor and found a six pack of Jack Daniels.

He skulled down all six cans like a true man.

He sighed, looked at his phone. The only words he could bring out of him was,

"Oh my god"