Chapter 246: Procession
[January 18th TST/September 10th DBT]
"Alright, you can open your eyes~" hummed Rias, removing her gloved hands from Vahn's eyes to reveal the delegation that would be entering the Soul Society to either participate in or observe that morning's Rating Game against the Gotei. During the match, they would switch to whatever equipment they preferred, but at that exact moment, nearly everyone was modeling uniform black, grey, and gold-accented yukatas or kimonos with a distinctive dragon pattern—a clear reference to his Uo Uo no Mi Model Seiryu transformation. The most prominent difference, though he couldn't see it from the front, was that they wore haori with their respective family crests on their backs as it had been decided that only he, his wives, and their children could adorn his.
"Well, what~do~you~think~?" sang Rias, already knowing Vahn's answer by his expression of astonished, open-mouthed awe. After all, alongside those who would be participating in the Rating Game, there were ninety ornately attired Devils, Angels, and Fallen, six twenty-meter-tall Dragons representing the Pritani Clan, and several of the most powerful members of the Maid Battalion forming their procession—bringing the total to over six hundred.
"It's inspiring..." responded Vahn, nodding. He often insisted that people should wear whatever made them comfortable, but a sizeable group of similarly uniformed individuals forming neat rows and columns exuded a gravitas that was impossible to deny.
"And this is just the beginning..." remarked Rias, her voice low but easily reaching Vahn's ears as she grabbed his left arm and joined him in gazing over the procession.
"Indeed, it is..." hummed Venelana, grabbing Vahn's right arm, refusing to let her daughter hog the spotlight alongside him. After all, she was just as involved in building the Dragon's Pavilion into the transdimensional power it was becoming, if not more so.
With a beauty on each arm, Vahn couldn't help standing straighter and inhaling deeply, his chest swelling with warmth and an expectant smile adorning his face. They still had a long way to go to achieve their goal of unifying a hundred worlds under the Dragon's Pavilion's banner, but with fifty years ahead of them—not counting time spent within the Tower—he was certain they could achieve it...
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