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Boom~

"Is that all you've got? Heh, you call yourself a Mid-level Fallen Angel, but you're nothing if you can't back it up," taunted a 9-year-old boy. He had long, shaggy black hair with jaw-length bangs framing his face. His soft, pale skin contrasted with sharp, crystal blue eyes. Three whisker marks adorned his cheeks. He wore a black shirt with blue pants and a black wakizashi tied to his back.

"You brat, I wasn't even using my full power," retorted the Fallen Angel. He had black hair, black eyes, and wore blue shorts and pants.

"Sure," Menma responded dismissively, rolling his eyes. He bore a bored expression as he raised his hand, focusing on his palm.

Energy started to gather in Menma's palm, forming a dark purple orb surrounded by white rings of energy that orbited the main sphere. These rings aligned into a disc-like shape, resembling planetary rings. Menma's blue crystal eyes seemed to glow as he rushed towards the Fallen Angel. "Take this, you shit! Planetary Chaos!" he exclaimed, landing a direct hit to the fallen angel's chest.

Swoosh! The fallen angel was sent flying, crashing into a wall with a loud explosion.

BOOOM!

Without even bothering to check if the fallen angel was alive, Menma began walking back to a training field. The fallen's companions looked at Menma as if he were a monster, and some women even had hungry eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.

"I have to be careful with women, but this is the best. I have all the affinities, plus the Uchiha Bloodline, Hashirama cells, and the power of Kurama and the Ten-Tails. Good thing I chose Menma's appearance—he looks cool," Menma thought to himself, content with his choice of a powerful bloodline. With the Uchiha Bloodline, he could acquire the Susanoo, and with Hashirama cells, he could awaken the Rinnegan. And with the Senju bloodline, he had access to Wood Style.

Unaware that someone was approaching him, Menma continued his thoughts. "Hey, Menma!" the person called out. Menma ignored them and kept walking. "What jutsu should I create? Minato's Flying Raijin seems awesome, but it might be difficult," he pondered, considering which jutsu could aid him in dangerous situations.

"Oi, Menma! Don't ignore your uncle!" the person persisted. Menma halted his steps and turned around to see a tall man in his twenties with an average build, black hair, golden bangs, and a black goatee. This was Azazel, his uncle—or rather, his "uncle perv."

"What's up?" Menma asked, looking at his uncle perv.

"I just came to tell you that I have a meeting with the Devils. I was wondering if you wanted to come," his pervy uncle asked. Menma was intrigued by the idea of meeting the Devils—a great opportunity to encounter each of them.

"Sure, let's go!" Menma replied with a smile. Both of them made their way to the office, but before that, Menma created some clones to practice hand-to-hand combat, jutsu, and hone his skills with the wakizashi.

Stepping onto a red magic circle, both of them vanished from the office.

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They arrived at the meeting place, where a large table with six chairs awaited them. "Late as always," commented a man in his early twenties. He had shoulder-length crimson red hair and blue-green eyes. Menma recognized him Menma recognized the man as Sirzechs Lucifer, and he observed Ajuka Beelzebub's striking appearance with his light blue eyes and slicked-back green hair. Ajuka emanated a mysterious aura that added to his devilish charm. "Let's just get this meeting started," Ajuka replied, signaling the beginning of the discussion. Menma's attention then turned to another individual in the room. "Oh, that's Falbium Asmodeus," he noted silently. Falbium, a tall man with a bald head and a goatee on his chin, pointed at Menma with a curious expression. "Azazel, why did you bring a child here?" he questioned.

Before Menma could respond, he found himself unexpectedly embraced by someone. "Aww, so cute with those whiskers!" the person exclaimed, rubbing his face. Menma, slightly flustered, realized it was all a joke. "That's enough, Serafall. You're scaring him," a voice intervened. The person released Menma and took his hand, guiding him to a seat. "You will sit here with Big Sis," she said kindly.

Menma recognized her as Serafall Leviathan, the elder sister of Sona. Serafall was a beautiful girl in her late teens, with black hair styled into twin tails and captivating blue eyes. Despite her youthful appearance, she possessed a well-endowed figure. She was currently dressed in a magical girl outfit. Menma glanced at his pervy uncle, who smirked while looking at him, seemingly approving of the situation. Menma felt relieved that he was a boy, as he realized the potential danger of the situation.

As the meeting continued, Menma contemplated the discussions taking place among the Devils. He couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity, grateful for the opportunity to interact with such powerful and intriguing beings. Little did he know that this encounter would leave a lasting impact on his journey ahead.