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Yuuki Terumi, the Black Susanoo, had finally been defeated at the hands of his arch-enemy Ragna the Bloodedge. With his victory, Ragna finally reclaimed the one thing that had started his entire journey: his family but not without a price. He had lost many people along the way. Some dead, some missing. Some he wished to see one last time and others he would've given anything in the world just to deck one last time. With the sweet taste of victory on his lips, the SS-class criminal stood tall.

But something wasn't right.

Ragna realized it personally. So as long as he existed, so as long as he held the Azure Grimoire, the catalyst for the Black Beast, the world would never be able to move forward. It would forever be stuck in a never-ending loop of misery and despair, no matter how far the world had progressed.

Faced with a choice, he did what he knew would ensure a future for the world that he wanted to protect: deleting himself from history. Leaving behind his brother, sister, friends and enemies for the better good.

Content with his decision, Ragna made his way to the Gate only to meet with a strange androgynous man by the name of Amane. After a short talk, all but the sword known as Blood- Scythe remained of the man known as the Grim Reaper.

Ragna could feel nothing as he stepped through the Gate.

Nothing besides the sensation of a never-ending free-fall…

Falling…

Falling…

Falling...

That was until he collided with something.

Hard.

Ugh, what the hell did I fall on?!

The last thing Ragna remembered was falling into darkness yet his eyes shot open and what he saw was blinding light. He could feel that his arms and legs were wet, steam covering his skin. With his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light, he was able to see the situation he had been thrown, rather dropped, into.

The first thing that he noticed was that he was on his hands and knees, half submerged in warm water and straddled over something. A rather odd position to land in. What Ragna noticed next was that he was not wearing his signature blood red jacket, rather a short-sleeved, tan vest leaving his arms exposed. Much to his surprise, his arms weren't jet-black or prosthetic, something he had become accustomed to seeing on a regular basis. The arms he had were natural, his own. Hanging above his peripheral was his hair but instead of the silver hair he found that it was his natural color: blonde.

Taking in the information, whilst his mind was racing at a thousand thoughts and a second, Ragna finally decided to look up.

He seemed to be in some sort of bathing room. Not just any bathing room, a public bath house… for women. Full of women. It was around this moment that Ragna wholeheartedly regretted telling Rachel that he wanted to have a harem as a joke. Even though Ragna had been in more than his fair share of crappy situations, nothing he had been through held a candle to his current position. With a hard gulp, the Reaper looked up slowly to see that he indeed fell right over a woman.

A naked woman.

She appeared to be in her mid to late teens. If Ragna had to guess, probably sixteen. In the back of his mind, he could hear the name "Lolita lover-edge" being called from some distant place. The girl had a thin, petite frame, almost seeming fragile. Her long blonde hair reflected the light of the bathhouse brilliantly, almost blinding the former rebel as he studied her face and her fair features. The girl's face flushed red, which contrasted with her rather pale skin, with the sudden interruption of Ragna falling through the bathhouse. However, the thing that caught the his attention the most were here deep crimson eyes.

His eyes met hers and hers met his.

Ragna wasn't the sharpest but if he could tell anything about the girl, it would be, without a doubt in his mind, that she was absolutely livid.

Time seemed to stop for the briefest moment. The only sound that could be heard were the fragments of the roof falling into the water,

Mind still racing, Ragna tried to think of a way to ease the situation.

Think dammit, think!

In the past, Ragna had a decent streak of luck when it came to defusing tense situations with words alone. Most notable when he prevented Celica, his adopted mother, and her older sister, Konoe, known more commonly as Nine, from getting into an unnerving situation about human sacrifice when Celica tried offering her life to halt the Black Beast. But that was then.

This was now.

Trying to sound as friendly as possible, Ragna cleared his throat.

"Er, um… hi." he choked, doing his best to force a smile. The girl, still locking eyes with him, began to move her right arm back. Unfortunately for our spiky-haired friend, Ragna didn't notice that her hand was balled into a fist.

"PERVERT!" she shouted as her fist connected with the side of Ragna's skull, knocking him out cold. The last thing he saw his world faded back to black, was a strange red symbol right below the girl's navel.

All Ragna could feel was a dull aching in the side of his head.

"Dammit," he muttered. "Don't remember knocking my damn head on anything when I stepped through the Gate."

He tried to use his hand to comfort the throbbing but soon realized that his hands were suspended above him.

Wait a damn minute.

Ragna's eyes shot open and surveyed his surroundings in his panic. He appeared to be in a cell of some sort. The walls were made of gray stone and the usual iron bars were placed before him. From beyond the cell bars he could see light shining through the entrance, not one hundred feet from his cell.

Seriously? They leave the exit this close to cells?

Looking up, he could see a small amount of light peering through the ceiling of the prison. Judging by the position of the sun, Ragna assumed it was a little bit before noon. As he looked up at the ceiling he saw his blonde hair fall into his eyes. Being reminded of the sudden changes, he took notice of his arms that were locked in place by a plank of wood. They were still the same color as the rest of his skin. He opened and closed each fist just to make sure they were indeed "his" arms. Sure enough, he confirmed his suspicions but he still couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved at the sudden change. Ragna noticed that he didn't feel like he towered everybody else, even if he was on his knees. If he were to guess, he was roughly five and a half feet tall. As he started coming to his senses, he could feel how sore his body was.

Jeez, keep a guy rigid for an entire damn night will ya?

Being restrained in a cell brought back bitter memories of being captured, by Kagura of all people. The first time was when he was crippled and the second being when he had amnesia. Had his arms been free, Ragna would've punched the wall.

"At least I'm not being bound by Ars.' he said bitterly.

"What is this Ars our little peeping tom is referring to?" a feminine voice said. The owner of the voice soon rounded the corner. Ragna stared at the girl as she approached the cell.

The girl wore a long-sleeved white top with a small red tie and a knee-length blue skirt. Judging by the insignias on her shoulders, it was a uniform of some sort. She had was tall and had a thin frame. As for her chest, it was flatter than most. The sudden thought made Ragna smirk as he thought back to Noel who would freak out at the slightest mention of breast sizes.

"Hm?" the girl said as she looked through the bars of the cell towards Ragna."Did you find something amusing at the mention of last nights' events?"

Last nights'…? Oh sonuvabitch…

Despite the internal groan, he remained silent while the girl studied him. She glared at him, piercing sky blue eyes bore into him, as if trying to force him to speak. The only thing he could do the same. Taking the chance, he looked at the girl in greater detail. The girl had long silver hair, not unlike his own, that fell over her shoulders. A thin black ribbon was tied at the top of her hair, something that reminded him of Rachel. And just like her, this girl was irritating him to no end.

"Wait." Ragna began, his anger dissipating and now being replaced with confusion. "You mean you've never heard of Ars Magus?" he said with an eyebrow cocked.

For him, the term "Ars Magus", referring to the combination of science and magic, was as commonplace as a greeting. It was the mysterious girl's turn to cock an eyebrow.

"Ars Magus?" the girl said, gaze still holding.

"You know," Ragna began, in a bit of an uneasy tone, "Six Heroes? Nox Nyctores? Hierarchical Cities? Seithr? Black Beast?"

The girl just gave a blank stare after he finished. After a few moments of awkward silence, the girl broke out into a fit of suppressed giggles.

"I thought you were crazy for trying to break into the girl's bath house last night but now I see that you're straight up insane."

Strangely enough, she began walking over to a crate that was tucked into the corner of the room, hidden by the shadows. Ragna noticed that there was a strange sword resting in a sheath on top of the crate. The blade wasn't large, it seemed to be a one-handed blade. The hilt was black with red highlights and the sheath itself was a light gray. The pommel was decorated with eight, small purple gems.

Looks like I'm a far way from home. That's good.

"Is this yours?" she asked with a quiet voice as she picked up the weapon to study it.

"The hell is that thing?" Ragna responded.

"First of all, your tact is appalling," she said in a surprisingly cold manner. It shook Ragan a bit that he was reminded of his younger brother's, Jin's, usual tone when he wasn't out to kill him. The same apathetic tone seemed to follow him wherever he went. He let out a deep sigh at the thought.

"And secondly." the girl began, ripping the criminal from his thoughts, as she began leaning her forearm against the cell bars to intimidate him. "You're going to play dumb even though you had this Sword Device on your person at the time of the "incident'?" the girl said with eyes narrowed.

Ragna didn't even notice that he had anything with him. As far as he was concerned, all he had were the clothes on his back, the thought of a weapon had not crossed his mind since he left Blood-Scythe at the foot of the Gate.

"I don't know what you're on about," Ragna said, looking down in order to avoid eye contact. "Never seen that damn thing in my life."

"You know," the girl said in an irritated tone "for an assassin, you are doing a very poor job at covering for yourself. Just looking at you right now, I can read you like a book."

"Assassin?! What damn language are you reading in?!" Ragna snapped with a surprising amount of malice. The sudden change in personality from the prisoner surprised the girl enough to flinch and step away from the bars. Ragna took in a deep breath.

"Look, I didn't mean to raise my voice like that." mellow in tone, "Do you have a name? It'll make things a hell of a lot easier if we can actually address each other instead of yelling back and forth." he said dryly.

Taken back at the shift in personality, the girl relaxed a bit, smiling slightly.

"Whatever, I guess I'll introduce myself first," Ragna began with a sigh. "I technically am the being interrogated here."

"The name's Ragna th-," Ragna stopped himself and cleared his throat "Ragna Kisaragi." he finished. As much as he despised the NOL, the Duodecim especially, he would have to bear the name in order to have some sort of cover.

After a few moments of unbearable silence, the girl smirked.

"I suppose you can manage to be somewhat civilized." she said. Ragna could feel his eyebrow twitch at the comment. "My name is Krulcifer Einfolk, nice to meet you Mr. Kisaragi."

"Please," Ragna said with a grimace. "Just call me Ragna." The mere mention of the name made him feel sick to his stomach.

"I hate the last name. Actually forget I said it." A request to which Krulcifer only cocked an eyebrow at.

"Oh? Already on a first name basis?" she teased. Seeing no reaction from Ragna, her smirk quickly faded.

"So you have family troubles as well?" she asked, voice void of scorn instead replaced with… sympathy?

"You don't know the half of it." Ragna said in a hushed tone. The memories of his past came flowing back to him but despite it all, the Grim Reaper found himself chuckling that grew into genuine laughter only to be followed by Krulcifer who laughed not at him, but with him.

You know what they say:

Laughter is the best medicine.

After a few moments the laughter died down. Any animosity between the two had died down as well. While it wasn't replaced with trust or camaraderie, a feeling of mutual understanding.

"So anyways..." Ragna said in a slightly better mood. "What next? I'm cramped as hell in here. Can I at least walk around or something?"

Krulcifer looked at him and put her hands on her hips. "Well I was supposed to have been followed by your escorts." she said in a cynical voice. The comment caused him to roll his

eyes but he kept listening.

'But they seem to be-" Krulcifer stopped mid-sentence by two girls, both wearing identical uniforms to that of Krulcifer's.

"Oi~!" one of the girls, a brunette, shouted as she made her way up to the two with the other, a blue haired girl, following suite.

"Did you get him to talk yet?" the blue haired girl asked Krulcifer. Before she could respond, the brunette pulled her over to the side as her voice hushed to a whisper.

"Hey Kru," the brunette whispered as she pulled Krulcifer to the side, "didn't think he'd be quite the looker. I mean, the spiky blonde hair, that rebellious scowl and those beautiful green eyes."

Green? Eyes? This is getting weirder by the minute...

'Hey!" Ragna said, raising his voice slightly, causing the three to eye him. "I can answer questions too ya know and yeah… I guess she got me to talk." As he finished, he shot a glare at the silver haired girl who only winked and pressed a finger against the small smile on her lips. Ragna merely sighed and cleared his voice.

"Look, whatever you guys are here to do, escorting me or some shit like that," he began. "I'll cooperate because I'm dying just to move around so the sooner the better, I guess."

The blue haired girl sighed and brought out the key to unlock the cell.

"I'll give the headmaster a call!" the brunette said excitedly.

"Wait? Headmaster? Where have I heard that term before?"

For the next few moments, while the girls began to get his arms down, Ragna dug through his memory banks, trying to find where he heard the term before. With a loud clang interrupting his thoughts, the metal chains keeping Ragna's arms above fell and he too, fell at the sudden shift.

"Ah, shit…' Ragna said with a grimace. He propped himself onto one knee only to find Krulcifer giving him support. Ragna remained silent but gave her a quick nod of gratitude as he got to his feet as he started towards the entrance of his cell, his escorts close behind.

As Ragna followed continued to walk towards his yet to be named destination, he took in the scenery. The area was on a plateau and had an abundance of buildings including something that Ragna immediately realized as a colosseum. Each of the buildings followed a simplistic Greek architectural style. The sight only brought up yet another memory with Kagura. This one including a tournament with the prize money being his bounty money.

Continuing his look around, he couldn't help but notice the presence of a large city. Ragna noticed that the area was very close to the city. He could not see the presence of any vehicles, rather multiple horse-drawn carriages entering and leaving the city. Most notably, Ragna noticed the lack of the futuristic advancements he was used to, thinking back to the time he spent in Ikaruga and Kagutsuchi. While not exactly modern, the primitive nature of the area reminded him of the quiet, simple life he had with his siblings at the church. Despite himself and his position, he couldn't help but smile when recalling the memories.

"Oh?" the brunette, Tilfur, said. "Is our little deviant happily recalling last night?'

"Nah," Ragna said in a surprisingly calm tone "Just recalling a few memories."

"Still, that was pretty impressive." she started once more, "Sneaking in on the girls while the 3rd-year students are out? You've got balls of steel don't ya?"

"I guess you could say tha- wait," Ragna said, eyes widened "You didn't just say students… did you? Does that mean we're..."

Tilfur, amused at the panic in his voice, answered him with a nod.

Who knew such a simple gesture could cause someone's heart to sink?

After a short walk, the four finally arrived at a large building. Something that Ragna could only assume was some sort of learning facility. As the group continued on towards their destination, Ragna noticed something peculiar as he was seemingly paraded around the building.

Being an educational facility, one would expect it to be all-inclusive. However, that was not nearly the case. Throughout the entire time, Ragna only saw female students. The thing that caught his attention the most was the fact that many of the girls were carrying swords, similar to the one he supposedly had with him the night prior. Confused, the Reaper leaned over to Shalice, the blue haired girl.

"What the hell is this school?" he asked. The girl deadpanned at the question. Puzzled she decided to answer with another question.

"Have you never heard of the Royal Knight Academy?" she asked only for Ragna to shake his head in response.

"Seriously?" Tilfur asked. "Did you hit your head or something?"

"Something along those lines." he said dryly as the group stopped in front of a large wooden door. Ragna turned around to discover that they had been followed by a large mob of students. He only sighed at the sight.

When did I become some sort of circus attraction?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Krulcifer turn to leave. He tried to speak but she merely turned her head and mouthed the words 'good luck' before disappearing into the crowd.

"Yeah." Ragna grumbled. "Thanks for that."

"This is the place." Tilfur said quietly, moving her face closer to Ragna's. "What are you waiting for?"

"It's rude to keep a woman waiting." Sharis added plainly.

These girls…

Ragna could almost feel a vein popping out of his forehead. With a sigh he entered through the doorway just like he had entered the Gate. What awaited him on the other side was not darkness but a lone woman sitting at a wooden desk, the room illuminated by the sunlight that shone through the large window pane behind her.

The woman at the desk seemed to be as old as Ragna really was, in her mid-twenties. She had medium length pink hair that rested on her left shoulder and brilliant golden eyes. Slightly uneased, Ragna shifted his footing and moved forward towards the woman. Without warning, she began to speak.

"Good morning." the woman started. "My name is Relie Eingram, the headmaster of this academy."

The woman spoke without malice and with a friendly tone. Even caring to smile at the boy in front of her. With the immediate tension of the situation dispelled Ragna, against his better judgement, decided to speak as well.

"My name is Ragna Kisaragi." the boy said nervously with a small but polite bow as he had seen many people back home do when addressing someone for the first time. "Nice to meet you headmaster Aingram."

Something in the back of his mind kept screaming at him to cut the bullshit but he figured doing his damndest to seem well-mannered would suite him for the better.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Relie said as she stood up from her desk and approached him.

Unnerved at the sudden approach, Ragna tried to move back but Relie was already upon him. At his current height, Relie was taller than him albeit by a few inches. Looking at his reflection in her eyes, he looked exactly the same, save for the hair and his eyes. However, he noticed that he looked much younger, roughly sixteen or seventeen. Taken back by the sudden change, Ragna didn't realize that his hands were free. He took a quick glance down and moved his arms as well as he could. Massaging his sore wrists, Ragna looked back towards the headmaster as she made her way back to her desk.

"Wait, you trust me enough to let me go?" Ragna asked.

"Not entirely however, I figured that getting those restraints off of you would make this situation less unnerving for you." she said with a smile.

"Right…" he responded, still skeptical, "So I'm obviously here because of the incident last night and if I were to guess, you're the one administering my punishment."

"Typically you would be correct." the woman's eyes narrowed. "This time however, I will ultimately leave that decision up to her."

Her?

...

Oh crap.

As if summoned by his thoughts, not a second later, the doors to the room flew open as an all too familiar blonde haired girl marched into the room. This time around, she wore the school's uniform, her hair was tied into a ponytail that hung off to the side and her ruby eyes were burning with hatred. As she noticed Ragna, she regarded him with a glare that would have scared off the Black Beast and technically speaking, it wasn't too far off. Turning toward Relie the girl shouted.

"What is the meaning of this?!" she yelled, pointing towards Ragna. "What is he doing here?"

"The name's Ragna, nice to meet you too." Ragna said with his arms crossed, doing his best to keep himself from exploding. The words fell on deaf ears as blonde didn't even acknowledge the introduction.

"Please calm down Lisesharte." Relie said indifferently "I figured it would be best to leave the punishment up to the victim."

Ragna's eyebrow twitched. Finally losing his patience, the boy spoke up.

"Yeah, about last night..." he said taking a deep breath to diffuse his temper. "The entire thing was an accide-."

"That's a lie if I've ever heard one!" the girl, Ragna now identified as Lisesharte, stopped him mid-sentence. Fed up overall series of events, Ragna retorted.

"God dammit listen to me for a second! I swear it was an accident!" he shouted back. "I was chasing a cat that stole a woman's purse and before I knew it, I fell into the bathhouse!"

"First off, there is no way that the bathhouse for the girl's dormitory would have such a weak ceiling!" Lisesharte snapped. "And second of all, if this were just an accident, isn't it a bit too convenient that you, armed with a weapon, fell right over someone of royal blood." she finished, arms folded across her chest.

Damn, guess that didn't work. Wait did she just say… royal?

"Huh?!" Ragna shouted at the sudden realization as the princess gave a self satisfied smirk. With a sigh of exasperation, Ragna grasped his forehead as he found the strength to speak again.

"Okay, so that's why everyone was so tight-assed about this whole situation." he sighed. "Look, this was a complete accident. I'm no "peeping tom" and I sure as hell ain't a damn assassin!"

"As if anyone is going to believe that." she snorted as she turned around to leave.

As if anyone's going to believe that you're royalty.

He remained silent as he watched the girl make her way towards the doorway.

"Tomorrow at noon we'll have duel. Meet me at the colosseum." she regarded him with distaste as she turned her back to him. "If I win, I will see that you're locked away for the rest of your life."

"Wait a minute, dammit!" he shouted, catching the girl's attention as she began to leave. "You tell me your conditions for winning but don't even bother asking me for mine?"

"Well obviously if I'm going against someone as barbaric as yourself, my victory is inevitable." the girl sneered. "But I guess it is only fair to hear you out."

The Reaper froze for a moment. Even though he had said it himself, he couldn't think of anything off the top of his head.

Shit… even if I do get off on a free rein, the hell am I supposed to do from here?

"If Ragna does win," Relie spoke up, "I will personally employ him here."

"What?!" Ragna, Lisesharte and the mob crowding the doorway yelled simultaneously.

"Well Ragna doesn't appear to have anywhere to go so," the headmaster said as she stood up from her desk. "I believe that if he does emerge victorious, it is only fitting to reward him with a roof over his head and a stable income until he's on his own two feet. You find this agreeable, do you not Ragna?"

"Oh, so now you acknowledge me." the boy said in an irritated tone. "Yeah, I guess I don't really have anywhere to go but still…"

As much as he wanted to argue, he couldn't find any better alternatives. He could only manage a discontented sigh.

Dammit, this sucks.

"Fine." the words coming off like venom. "I find these terms acceptable."

Drawing the short sword that rested on her hip, she glared at Ragna, pointing the blade towards neck. Ragna continued to eye her without flinching.

Tch. This bitch...

"If you lose to me, you will go to jail as a criminal. If you win, you may be acquitted and may work here! Got it?"

"You're on."

The two locked eyes for a moment, as if they were trying to get the other to back down. Breaking off from the glare, Lisesharte's scowl became a wry smirk.

"Tell this to the entire academy!" Liseshart exclaimed as she turned to address the crowd of students, lowering the blade and then sheathing it. "There will be an exhibition of the princess of the new kingdom personally doing away with a criminal."

With the conclusion of her announcement, the princess twirled her sword and slid it back into its sheathe as she pridefully strode away from the Reaper. Leaving only him and the headmaster once more. With the immediate issue out of the way, Ragna turned to Relie.

"So about where I'm staying until tomorrow…" his voice trailed off as he saw the woman's irked expression. Taking a deep breath, Relie called for Shalice and Tilfur and they escorted the criminal back to his cell, this time without the wooden brace on his arms.

After being left to his own devices, Ragna laid down on the hard stone. Sure, it wasn't a bed but being nomadic in nature, Ragna adapted relatively well and rather quickly to whatever he was given. But if there was one thing he could say for certain: it was much better than being prostrated for twelve hours straight.

Despite it being mid-afternoon, Ragna had nothing else to do so he vouched to sleep. As he began to close his eyes, they fell upon the Sword Device lying on the crate. Only one thought came to mind upon seeing the weapon as he slipped into unconsciousness:

What the hell kind of mess am I getting myself into?