# High School DxD: Veritas Vacation   

 ## Chapter 1 – The Tourist Who Erased a Death Flag 

 The late-afternoon sun painted Kuoh Town in lazy orange.   

 Issei Hyoudou trudged across the small pedestrian bridge, muttering to himself about how the super-cute girl who asked him out had suddenly vanished after school.   

 He never noticed the figure sitting on the railing above him, legs swinging like a bored child. 

 Black tactical long-coat, collar high, matte fabric drinking the light.   

 Short black hair, one vivid red flower tucked behind the left ear.   

 Emerald-green eyes that looked straight through the world instead of at it. 

 Kala Sofia Veritas finished the last strawberry Pocky stick, brushed the crumbs from her gloves, and tilted her head. 

 “Dragon aura density: 0.0003 % active, 99.9997 % dormant.   

 Statistically improbable for a baseline human.   

 Cute,” she murmured to herself, voice soft, almost singsong. 

 Below, a magic circle of black and violet flared without warning. 

 A fallen angel in a school uniform (Raynare, still wearing the fake smile of “Yuuma Amano”) materialised three metres in front of Issei. 

 “Sorry, pervert-kun. Orders are orders.” 

 A spear of light formed in her hand, longer than she was tall, edges humming with lethal holiness. 

 Issei had time for one strangled “Eh—?” before the spear flashed forward. 

 It never arrived. 

 Three centimetres from Issei’s heart, the spear simply… stopped.   

 The light fractured into a thousand harmless motes, drifting away like dying fireflies. 

 Raynare blinked.   

 Issei blinked harder. 

 From above, a gentle voice floated down. 

 “That was going to be a permanent casualty.   

 Permanent casualties produce zero new narrative data.   

 I’m on vacation, but I dislike waste.” 

 Kala hopped off the railing, landing without a sound.   

 She walked forward at normal walking speed (no teleport, no burst of power), yet every step felt like the world politely moved out of her way. 

 Raynare hurled three more spears in blind panic. 

 Kala raised one gloved hand, caught all three between index and middle finger, and crushed them into glittering dust. 

 “Asked nicely,” she repeated, smiling brightly. 

 Raynare’s survival instincts finally overrode her pride.   

 Black wings burst from her back; she shot into the sky and vanished beyond the rooftops. 

 Issei collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest that suddenly wasn’t pierced.   

 Kala crouched in front of him, tilting her head like a curious bird. 

 “You’re bleeding internally.   

 That’s inconvenient.” 

 She poked the exact spot once.   

 A faint violet glow pulsed under her fingertip.   

 Four seconds later the wound was gone, not even a bruise remaining. 

 Issei stared up at her, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. 

 “W…what are you…?” 

 “Tourist,” Kala answered cheerfully, offering the empty Pocky box upside-down.   

 “Oh, I ate them all.   

 You’re welcome, though.” 

 Before Issei could process that, crimson light flooded the bridge. 

 Rias Gremory stepped out of her teleport circle, red hair fluttering, expression already set to “emergency rescue.” 

 Only to find her future pawn perfectly alive and a black-coated stranger smiling at her like they’d known each other for years. 

 Rias’s danger sense screamed louder than it ever had in her life.   

 She literally could not sense anything from the girl (no demonic power, no holy power, no life force, nothing).   

 Just a polite, friendly void wearing a red flower. 

 Kala waved with genuine delight. 

 “Crimson hair! Only 0.8 % of the global population.   

 Hi! I just saved your future employee.   

 You owe me coffee.” 

 Rias’s eyebrow twitched.   

 Akeno, appearing half a second later, covered her mouth to hide an ecstatic shiver. 

 “My, my… what a terrifyingly cute onee-san♡” 

 Kala blinked innocently.   

 “Terror is inefficient.   

 I prefer tea, actually.” 

 Issei, still on the ground, raised a trembling hand. 

 “Prez… I think I need an explanation… and maybe new pants…” 

 Rias exhaled slowly, forcing her voice to stay level. 

 “…Occult Research Club. Now.   

 Both of you.” 

 Kala clapped once, delighted. 

 “Field trip!   

 I’ve never been inside a high-school devil base before.   

 Do you have snacks?” 

 ### The Next Evening – Abandoned Factory District 

 Raynare had brought reinforcements this time.   

 Four fallen angels, dozens of light-spears, a killbox carefully prepared. 

 It lasted thirty-two seconds. 

 Kala stood beside Issei in the centre of the concrete lot, calmly eating taiyaki she’d bought on the way. 

 Every spear that entered a ten-metre radius froze mid-flight, crystallised, and shattered into rainbow dust. 

 Mittelt squeaked.   

 Dohnaseek’s hat fell off.   

 Kalamity started praying in Enochian. 

 Raynare, face pale with rage and fear, formed her strongest javelin yet (big enough to level the entire block) and screamed as she hurled it. 

 Kala took one step forward. 

 Caught the javelin bare-handed. 

 Crushed it. 

 The compressed holy energy detonated point-blank. 

 Issei was only human. 

 The shockwave shredded his uniform, ruptured organs, stopped his heart for 3.7 seconds. 

 Rias’s magic circle flared crimson beneath him. 

 Eight Pawn pieces slammed into his chest in perfect unison. 

 Issei’s eyes snapped open, glowing faintly red. 

 Rias stood over him, panting, hair wild, tears of relief and fury in her eyes. 

 Kala finished her taiyaki, brushed the crumbs from her gloves, and smiled at the four fleeing fallen angels. 

 “See? Canonical reincarnation event preserved.   

 Efficiency restored.” 

 She turned to the newly reborn devil on the ground. 

 “Congratulations on your promotion, Issei-kun.   

 Try not to die again; paperwork is tedious.” 

 Then she looked at Rias, head tilted, red flower catching the moonlight. 

 “Coffee and tea still on the table, right?” 

 Somewhere in the distance, Akeno’s sadistic giggle echoed like a promise. 

 ### To be continued… 

 Your move.   

 Do we jump straight to the morning-after clubroom scene (heat 25, taiyaki offering, first waves of possessive yuri tension), or do you want anything else before that?