This chapter have been edited by Sir Godot, Froudae and Weaponwes123! All the credits of the better grammar and spelling were given to them!
Prologue
Location: Kuoh City, Japan
Kouh was one of cities located in the northern province of Japan. The city itself was not that large, boasting a modest population of 300,000 people, but it was considered a beautiful and quiet place for families to go hiking or to have a picnic.
Yes, there were several groups of gangs prominent in the city. However, they were small enough to the point that the local police could control them. The poverty rate of the city was only 4.57% so there was also a lack of major crime in the city. All in all, Kouh City was a nice place to live in, despite its lack of size and history compared to the local tourist hotspots like Kyoto and Tokyo.
It was on a peaceful and cheerful day within Kuoh City that our story began. The sun shone its glorious bright and warm light on a Sunday while the sounds of birds chirping and children playing painted a picture of happiness in Kuoh City. It was a picture that screamed peacefulness.
Except for one young boy.
A boy with short brown hair boy was currently alone in a park. He sat quietly on a swing with a frown on his cute face while his body moved up and down from the swinging motion.
He was very sad. The emotion was plastered all over the child's face, showing it to the world while the rest of the world in turn ignored him. Despite this sadness, no one, neither children nor parents, saw this.
He was sad because today was the day that had lost he lost his best friend…his brother in all but blood who would always play with him everyday and supported him at his side. He was already missing the happy moments where they played "hero" together, with both of them trying to save each other from an imaginary villain.
Their last day had been filled with crying and hugging his friend, who had also been crying, before they had been separated by their parents. Their bond had been forced to end when his friend's father had to move to Europe because he had accepted a high paying job.
Now, the boy actually did not consider himself as someone who had a hard time to socialize with others. He was sure he could find another awesome friend like him one day… but it would not be that easy! He had been together with his friend for years! The bond he had created with him could not be replaced like it was some kind of cheep one hundred yen toy!
At that exact moment of time as the boy was reflecting about the loss of his best friend, an old man would normally appear out of nowhere and catch the boy's attention. And thus the boy would be sent on a path that would turn him into a very perverted adult who made the Devil of Lust, Asmodeus, very proud.
However, this did not happen in this universe, for there was no perverted old man to appear. But fate demanded that there had to be an old man, and thus the world provided one. For before the sad boy, there now was a strange old man.
The boy raised his head when he noticed a shadow blocking the warm light of the sun that had been giving him some comfort and saw the man. The figure before him was a huge, old man with spiky grey hair and a beard, wearing a black robe that covered a black tuxedo. The British looking gentlemen's look was completed with a gold cane that looked more like a troublesome assessor than actually useful. But what caught the boy's attention the most were his eyes. They were a deep crimson, like blood.
"Oi, Boy, why are you sulking?" The old man asked gently.
The boy was silent, simply staring at the old man.
The old man, in turn, just stared back.
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"I'll take a guess... you didn't say anything because your parents told you not to talk to strangers. Am I right?"
The boy nodded silently in agreement.
"Hmm... That would be difficult..." The old man murmured to himself while rubbing his beard. After a moment of thinking, he said, "Then how about this! I will become your friend!" He declared proudly.
The elder's self-congratulating thoughts to his awesome solution were cut short when the boy replied in a flat tone. "I'm not going to be friends with a strange old man."
"What a rude boy!" The old man chided to the boy with a scowl. "Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"
'Ah, he is right. Mom did tell me about that.' The brown-haired boy thought to himself. "But I don't want to be friends with you. You are too old and wrinkly!" The boy pouted slightly, making the old man laugh.
"Then don't be! How about we become acquaintances instead?"
"Acuaintanes?" The boy asked while tilting his head, not understanding the meaning.
"Acquaintances, my boy! It is something that is almost a friend but at the same time also not!" The old man explained with a grin, "How about it?"
"Okay then..." The boy replied with a nod as he found the reason good enough since it wouldn't replace the bond with his friend...
"Good! Now, boy, since we have become acquaintances, can I know why you are sad?" The old man asked with a once more gentle tone.
"My friend... He...has gone to...England..." The boy said in a low tone, his head hanging down in sadness.
"Oh, why did your friend go there?"
"His father said he has to work over there..."
The old man let out a hum while rubbing his beard once more, a thoughtful expression on his face as he stared at the boy.
"What were you guys usually doing?" He asked.
"We played "hero"!" The boy declared in proud manner instantly and the old man laughed again.
"Hero, eh? What an interesting game!" He said with glee, his face showing his amusement from what he heard.
"Hey! Don't laugh old man! Being the hero is cool!" The boy scowled before he smiled in joy, "One day I will become a real hero! And then, I will go to find Irina then ask him to become a hero too!"
"Tell me then, boy..." The old man expression was filled only with amusement, "What do you think is a hero?"
"A hero is an awesome guy who beats bad guys and always saves the world!" He answered with a big grin.
"Hoo... And what else?"
"Umm...he also saves people! He makes people around him happy! Like Superman!" The boy answered with a slight pause due to thinking about his reply.
"Make people happy, eh? Then, what about the villain?" The old man asked again.
"Well, the villain always loses! The hero always beats him after all!"
"But if the villain loses, he will be very sad. Shouldn't heroes make all people happy?"
The boy scowled at the logic, "But the villain is a bad guy! He makes people sad! If the hero beats him, then people will be happy!"
"The villain is not always a bad guy, boy. For example, Irina's father leaves with your friend and makes you sad... does he count as a bad guy?" The old man asked and the boy was taken aback. He put on a thoughtful face for a moment before slumping in defeat.
"No...Shidou-san is not a bad guy..." He murmured, "But then, what should heroes do if the villain is not a bad guy but he keeps making people sad?" He asked.
"Heroes should try to understand the villain...Why they became bad guys in a first place and then try to persuade him to stop. If the hero can't, then the decision is in the hero's hand. Whether he will he stop the bad guy or not depends on him..." The old man said with a fatherly smile and the boy seemed to process the words.
"I...think...I understand..." The boy muttered and the old man laughed.
"Good! Now boy! Since you are a good child, I have a present for you!" The old man started to rummage through his clothes before pulling out a pack of cards, "You said you want to be a hero, right?"
"Uhm!" The boy bobbed his head up and down in agreement, "I will become a hero!"
"Then this toy will help you become one! See here!" The old man showed the boy the cards proudly. The elder leaned down so he could whisper in the boy's ear, "Don't tell anyone but this is a secret toy that allows you to transform into a superhero."
"Ueeeeehhh?!" The boy exclaimed in awe, "You mean the one like the one in a movie?!"
"Yep! Now keep your voice down!" The old man said in a chiding tone and the boy clamped his hands over his mouth in a childish manner. "These cards will give you the power of a superhero!" The elder grinned and showed one card to the boy. It pictured a knight wearing armor who was holding a sword straight up, "This is the Saber-class card! Someone who possesses mastery over the sword! Their sword skills are so great that even Gods would be awed!"
"Hooo!" The boy let out impressed grunt, "Like King Arthur?!" He asked eagerly.
"Yep! Like King Arthur!" The old man nodded in agreement, "Here is the second!" This time, he pulled out a card that showed someone calmly posing with a long lance, "This is the Lancer-class card! Like Saber, who wields a sword, Lancer uses a spear! You know Zhao Yun from the game Dynasty Warriors? That guy is a Lancer!"
"Hueee! Cool!"
"And here is the Archer-class! This one is like Robin Hood! You know, the hero who stole from bad rich guys and gave it to the poor? Yep! That's him! Archer-class!"
"Robin Hood!" The boy squealed with a grin, "Irina often wanted to play a princess. He then asked me to become Robin Hood and rescue him, dunno why, I mean, he is a boy." He said with a slight scowl at the last part.
The old man only let out a bark of laughter while thinking, 'Oh, if only this boy knew what awaits him in the future...'
"Anyway! This is the Berserker! This is a hero who is angry when their precious person or princess gets killed. Remember Superman when he thought Louise Lane had been killed? That was an example of the power of the Berserker-class!"
"So... Is Berserker always angry?" The boy asked, "That's not cool! How can I save people if I am always angry!" He pouted and crossed his arms.
"That depends on you. Didn't Superman's enemy lose when he became a berserker?"
"Well... Yes, I guess..."
"Hahahaha! Anyway! This is the Caster-class! You know the Harry Potter books or those magical girl anime? Yep, those are Casters!" The old man said and this time the boy made an 'o' with his mouth while making impressed noise, "And this is the Rider-class! You know Kamen Rider who always rides a bike? Yep! That would be an example for a Rider!"
"Kamen Rider Kuuga!" The boy grinned while making the iconic transformation motion with his hands and the old man laughed again.
"And this is the Assassin-class! Have you heard of ninja before? The ones who walk on the walls and hide in the shadows? Yup! Those are Assassins!" The old man grinned, seeing the boy making hand seal and covering his face with an upper part of his cloth while saying 'Nin! Nin!' Really, children were always amusing "And now the last one is this!"
The boy stared at the card eagerly. However, his expression became confused and he looked back at the old man, "Umm Ji-chan...The card is blank..."
"Yep! This card is blank, boy! Among the 7 classes, this one is special! If you pick this card it will be suited only to you and try to pick what class is best for you! If you have talent for becoming a swordsman, then it will become a Saber-class card!" The old man explained and the boy nodded in understanding, "You can only choose one, boy, so which one are you going to pick?" He asked and the boy puts thoughtful face. The old man could see the boy was really thinking about his decision. He just remembered something important though, "Oh, by the way, what is your name, boy?"
"Ah! My name is Hyoudou Issei!" Ise declared proudly and the old man grinned.
"Well, my name is Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg! Nice to meet you! Now pick your card!"
"Ummm...well...I choose..."
Sometime later in an unknown place...
"So, are you done?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm done! What's with that tone? You sound like an old stupid relic!"
"You are one to talk, old vampire! It is not like you are in your prime!"
"Gahahahaha!"
"... ... ... Are you sure this will be interesting?"
"Of course I am! I have seen this boy's life! There are so many possibilities for him! But most of them always turn him into a pervert. And since I was rather bored, I decided to make things different! You are not angry, are you?"
"Hmph! I do not care, though I'm surprised actually. Nevertheless, as long as it will be interesting, then I will give you my help."
"Hahahaha thank you, Mister Red! I assure you won't be disappointed!"
"You better... I am waiting for the result...Vampire..."
Oh yeah! New fanfiction! Fate Stay/Night and D×D crossover! I call it "Representation of Humanity!"
As you can see, I had read Demon Lord Hero, Demon among Devils, and other Fanfics like that and it inspired me to write this fanfic about the nature of humanity in a DxD setting!
Seriously those stories are cool and you should read them if you haven't yet! And although I doubt I can make good fanfic like them, I can still try! Hopefully you all like it!
As you all can see my grammar is bad! Very bad in fact *sigh* all my story is littered with bad grammar...just like my name. Of course, I willing to accept any Beta readers if any of you want to help assist me. But please be serious on it, I already have meet many Beta Reader that are not serious and don't finish all the way.
Now I give you all a choice! What class Ise should be? And who else should be his comrades? Here will be the abilities each card have for Ise based on the Fate Stay Night series:
Saber : King Arthur, Mordred, Nero, Gawain, Sigurd Sasaki Kojiro and Lancelot
Lancer : Cú Chulainn, Diarmud Ua Duibhine, Enkidu, and Achilles,
Archer : EMIYA and Gilgamesh
Rider : Perseus, Lu Bu, Saint George, and Alexander the Great
Assassin : Hassan-i-Sabbah and his variants skill set
Berserker : Heracles and Sakata Kintoki
Caster : Vast knowledge of magic and large mana pool
That's all I can say! Please give send your choice through the review page! Hopefully you all will love this new exciting story!
Ja Ne! XD