"So Megatron, why are you roleplaying as ninja again?" Kousuke asked while spinning his self-made shuriken around his finger. For an enchanter with blacksmithing skill, copying something he had seen was relatively easy.
But unlike the usual shuriken, his has inbuilt lock-on and can be recall with a thought. So when he tested it on the wall and it returns to his finger like a kite being pulled by the rope, Metatron looks at it as if she had seen the craziest thing of her dream coming to life. Her eyes spark like a stalker seeing their crush developing a feeling toward them in real time, but the peculiar name he called her caused the smile on her face to freeze.
"It's Metatron! I'm not the leader of some radical faction called Decepticons from planet Cybertron!"
"So have you considered making it then? I can be your Starscream~" He said with amused look on his face. However to his disappointment, Metatron didn't showed much reaction, clearly she finally realized what kind of person the young man before her was. He reminds her of Azazel, her Fallen brother who decided to becomes Fallen simply because he thought living in Heaven to be boring and dull. They couldn't do this, can't do that—so many rules binding them for beings that are supposedly meant to be perfect.
She didn't agree with his method, but understand him to a certain extent. Life before she knew Ninja existed was extremely monotonous. Especially after the passing of the Biblical God, the Archangels are basically jobless when no one else could recover the system to how it was before their late Father was still alive. Her serious brother Michael makes it his life purpose for that exact goal, yet that remained a distant dream to this day.
Even her pure little sister Gabriel keeps praying for the return of their Father. That was all she could do. Metatron had accepted the reality that He would never return when her remaining family, the Archangels slowly and surely turned into Fallen, following Azazel footsteps to the mortal realm with the passing time. 'What makes Earth so great that they wouldn't hesitate to abandon Heaven that are meant to be their perfect home?' She didn't want to have such blasphemy thought, yet the ever growing curiosity amidst the boredom was akin to a succubus seducing a virgin man who was desperate for partner, she wanted to seek the answer for herself.
And she did. Unbeknownst to her brethren, Metatron secretly sneaked out of Heaven and went under a disguise as she flew down to Japan. Her first destination was decided on the go, the library. Unfortunately, what she thought was library and as it turned out, was actually a manga cafe. That was where her dull life started to have colors in them, the beginning of her obsession.
The life of a ninja comes with all sort of adventures and surprises. To becomes a perfect ninja, one must able to adapt to everything on the spot. To Metatron, THAT feels more like Heaven than the actual Heaven. She was reminded to the old time when her life had meaning, back when Archangels are expected to fight against the threat that are spilling out of Dimensional Gap. That was before Great Red makes the entire realm its own house, kicking Ophis the other Dragon God out.
"Wow, it's the first time I see someone having a flashback while trying to calm down," Kousuke muttered, bringing Metatron back to reality. "Not even your beloved ninja would be caught lacking like you, getting distracted by your own thoughts~"
"I-I wasn't distracted! I was simply reminiscing, it's different!"
"Sure Megatron, I believe you," Kousuke said nonchalantly before pulling smartphone from his pocket and relay the info to Belfast waiting in the Imaginary Space. Metatron had told him about the client who hired her, and his AI didn't disappoint him at all. In just a few minutes, he received a reply that revealed 3 possibly addresses.
"Like. I. Said! My name is Metatr—"
"It was nice knowing you Megatron, though I'd like to leave some advice as your senior otaku. If you want to be a good ninja, at least try to hide your racial trait a bit better yeah?" He cut her off with a playful smile. When she threw her shuriken at him out of annoyance, a smoke engulfed his figure and her weapon hit a wood block with a picture of him giving her a cheeky grin. Metatron widened her eyes at the skilful display of her much desired technique.
"That was the legendary Body ReplacementTechnique! Wait, comeback! Teach me that before you leave!"
Unfortunately for her, he was already gone and heading toward the possibly addresses where the client lives. From what Belfast had gathered on his way to the first address, they are likely connected to some force from the Underworld. After all, she had hacked through the database and managed to get a name that he recognised. Astaroth.
It reminded him of a certain twisted devil who loves toying with nuns. It was the Astaroth Heir, Deidorant or something if he recalled correctly. He was informed by Morgan beforehand, that this devil specifically targets Asia by joining hands with the Hero Faction. But his ploy came to an end when they met him and was crushed as a result.
Of course when Kousuke learned what kind of despicable devil that armpit brand was, he immediately put a much stronger and unforgivable curse on that cur. More specifically, he wouldn't be able to get a hard on again normally. No, his little tool would only react if he was hit or assault by pain. In short, the sadistic devil who enjoy tormenting nun had his position switched. The current Deodorant could only be satisfied by embracing the new door that is masochism.
That's right, Kousuke had no mercy to a piece of shit like that. Of course he would've liked if he could eliminate him all together, but the Astaroth Clan seems to hold quite the standing amongst the Underworld. He didn't want to do it half-baked, if he wanted to kill him, Kousuke thought it would be kind of him to also destroy the whole clan while he's at it.
And now, that golden chance have been given to him in the form of clients who hired contract hitman to kidnapped his people. He finally had the justification to once again show the world that he wasn't a person to be mess with. 'Oh boy, looks like your time is up, Little wanna-be Dio~'