Namikaze Haru sized up the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven transformation with a barely visible smirk. She made it barely visible on purpose, as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven did not show her desires so easily, and honestly, why would she? In any case, it was something she had to make the most out of as far as gifts go, so of course she'd make the most out of it. By using it to show off her barely restrained, chuuni-level desires.
Coughing into her mouth, she willed into existence some flames around her shoulders and grinned wildly. Putting her left hand to her face, she shouted. "I shall reign in this transient world as a Demon King! Come, serve me and I shall give you a life of pleasure and glory!" In her own honest opinion, she did the job pretty well. Smiling wildly, she decided to have even more fun with it.
Giggling wildly, she looked at the posters on the wall and had an idea. She put her hand on the grip of the blade and smirked. Imagining an enemy in front of her, she continued. "My sword is not easily drawn, but when it does…" She had a severe look in her face. "It sees blood." She cackled madly.
Returning to the center of the room, she stopped. She put her hand on her chin once more and thought of manifesting as many guns as her room could handle. Putting a pillow on the center of the room, she continued her private monologues, by stealing someone else's.
"I am the bone of my sword," she started off, thinking to ape the more popular Archer in the franchise's chant since she honestly couldn't think of anything else. "Steel is my body, and fire is my blood…"
"I have no regrets. This is the only path." A serious look crossed her face. "My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works!" She ended it all with the guns falling one by one into the pillow as they disintegrated instantly. She looked very satisfied with her achievement.
"Isn't that the Red Bowman's schtick?" Oda Nobunaga questioned, floating around Haru's head like a guardian spirit. "It's not good to steal intellectual rights so easily like that, you know. Servants usually get really touchy about that." She shook her head, smiling incredulously even as Haru continued to change her perspective of her older, more bombastic form with the dynamite body.
"Doesn't he steal everyone else's, though? It's not like he knows what we're doing here, you know." Oda Nobunaga shrugged, figuring that she may as well let the fact that her mother was about to barge in a secret for a little while longer. Just to see what happened next. While that happened, Haru continued her private chuuni exploration with glee.
Nobu's prediction was true, however. Two knocks on the door and it opened, revealing the mother. Haru's mother peaked through the door, irritation on her face. "Haru, it's late at night, why are you…" The matriarch began, pausing after seeing her daughter size up her gifted body wearing one of the most provocative and sultry outfits she had ever seen in her life. That it seemed to be modeled after dominatrices did not help things at all, even if she stepped back and considered how Sentai-villain-like it was.
Haru continued to do her thing, and did so for another few moments. Evidently, she didn't notice even as Nobu tried to hide a barely repressed giggle. She shouted to herself, continuing on with her tomfoolery.
"Master, forgive me." Both of her blades appeared on her hands in an instant, creating a cross shape in the center of her breastplate. "But I'm afraid I'll have to go all out!" She did some half-hearted fighting moves and sounds, doing a kata or two she came up with on the spot instead of the ones drilled into her thanks to Nobunaga's experience. Just after dematerializing them both, she chuckled. After the chuckle, she went into a full-on fit of uncontrollable laughter, unable to hold in anymore of her emotions.
"Pfft… Hahahahaha…!" Haru laughed loudly, and sighed. Shaking her head, she turned around to find her mother looking at her with a blank expression. They considered each other's existence.
Her face returned to neutrality, and stared back. A little while after, she returned to her primary form and swapped to her pajamas. She returned to her bed with a face as unreadable as before, and nodded to her mother.
She left the room just after, and Haru put the blanket on top of her as much as humanly possible in order to hide her pain. On the side she had to listen to Nobu's uncontrolled laughter at her expense.