1 Chapter 1: What is happening!

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In the bathroom, a distressed ten-year-old boy with spiky brown hair and enchanting golden brown eyes found himself engulfed in excruciating pain. His entire body seemed to ignite, as if consumed by an unbearable fire, while an intense itching sensation coursed through every inch of his skin. With a grimace etched on his face, he hunched over the sink, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

The torment intensified as he struggled to catch his breath, coughing violently. To his astonishment, his coughs seemed to expel something otherworldly—a mixture of embers and clumps of ash that erupted forcefully, leaving their mark on the pristine mirror and counter. Wisps of smoke billowed from his quivering lips, further evidence of the extraordinary events unfolding.

Fighting against the relentless pain, the boy mustered the strength to lift his gaze and meet his reflection in the mirror. His ordinarily gentle eyes were now ablaze with an ethereal green glow, a stark contrast against his tear-streaked face. As he continued to cough, each convulsion brought forth a new wave of embers, each spark a testament to the strange phenomenon enveloping him.

The boy's pain-stricken face contorted with confusion and distress. "What's happening to me?!" he cried out.

As he looked down at his arm, a remarkable transformation began to take place. A stunning crimson gauntlet, forged from glowing red energy, emerged from his flesh. To his amazement, a green orb shone from the back of his hand. Suddenly, a deep, echoing voice sounded in his head. "You have awakened me at last, my new host," it boomed.

Wide-eyed and bewildered, Issei asked, "W-what?! Who said that?! Where are you?!"

"I am sealed within you, young one," the voice responded with a resolute strength. "I reside within the Longinus Boosted Gear, a sacred artifact intrinsically linked to your very soul. My name is Ddraig, the mighty Red Dragon Emperor."

Issei's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. "Longinus Boosted Gear? What does that even mean? And why does it feel like my entire body is engulfed in flames?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and concern. He gazed at his left arm, now adorned with the crimson gauntlet.

The voice within him, identified as Ddraig, emanated a commanding presence as it patiently unraveled the truth. "You, child, are the vessel through which my power has been reborn. The intense sensations surging through your being are the manifestation of your role as the host to a celestial dragon," Ddraig elucidated, his words carrying both wisdom and gravity.

Issei's mind raced, trying to process the incredible weight of his newfound existence. A mixture of astonishment and trepidation swirled within him as he contemplated the immense destiny now thrust upon his shoulders.

"Dragon?! Dragons aren't supposed to exist! What is this thing on my arm?!" Issei retorted, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. A luminous crimson glow enveloped his arm, emphasizing the mysterious power that now resided within him.

Ddraig's voice resonated with a sense of urgency and authority. "I will provide the answers you seek, but first, you must gain control over your newfound power," the dragon urged. "Calm your emotions, steady your breathing, and focus on regaining your composure. Visualize returning to your ordinary self within the depths of your mind, and your magical essence shall retract, returning under your command."

Issei, a surge of determination coursing through his veins, took a deep breath and attempted to heed Ddraig's guidance. Despite the whirlwind of emotions and the surreal circumstances surrounding him, he summoned every ounce of willpower to find inner calm. With closed eyes, he concentrated on restoring his sense of self, imagining his body free from the intense energy that currently consumed him.

Desperation drove Issei to gather every ounce of focus, his determination overriding the throbbing pain. He visualized himself returning to his normal state, desperately yearning for relief. To his astonishment, his mental effort yielded tangible results. Gradually, the fiery red gauntlet dissipated, fading away from his arm. His eyes, once consumed by an otherworldly glow, regained their natural color. The searing torment that had tormented him for what felt like an eternity finally subsided.

With a renewed sense of stability, Issei shifted his gaze towards the mirror, relief washing over him. Although the gauntlet had vanished, a faint green circle lingered on the back of his left hand, a lingering reminder of the extraordinary encounter he had just experienced.

In a calm and measured tone, Ddraig's voice echoed within Issei's consciousness. "Impressive. You handled that better than most hosts. Many would have unintentionally wreaked havoc while attempting to understand our shared power. Remember, it is your will that drives it, shaping its potential and influence."

Issei's gaze fixated on the mesmerizing green circle, his mind racing with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity. "So, you're saying I'm your host? You're actually inside me?" he questioned, his voice filled with a blend of confusion and awe. "But why me? I'm just a kid! What's a dragon doing inside of me?"

Ddraig's voice, resonating with a sense of ancient wisdom, sought to assuage Issei's concerns. "Calm yourself, young one," he advised, his tone soothing yet commanding. "Dragons such as myself do not have the luxury of choosing our hosts. We are bound to the sacred gear, and when the previous host perishes, the gear seeks out a new vessel. The selection process is beyond our control. It matters not who you were before this; fate has chosen you to carry my power within."

Issei's mind grappled with the weight of the revelation, struggling to come to terms with the incredible responsibility thrust upon his young shoulders. The notion of being a host to a legendary dragon defied all logic and reason, yet the undeniable presence of Ddraig within him testified to the extraordinary nature of his newfound destiny.

Issei's curiosity persisted, prompting him to seek further understanding. "So, you're a dragon... but why is a dragon confined within a sacred gear? And what exactly is a sacred gear anyway?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and confusion.

Ddraig, with the patience of an ancient being, proceeded to enlighten him. "Sacred Gears are divine gifts bestowed upon humans by God himself. They possess the power to enact miracles in the world. There exist thousands of these sacred gears, and they are highly coveted by both angels and devils alike," Ddraig elaborated, his voice carrying a tone of reverence.

"Your particular sacred gear is no ordinary one, Issei. It is known as a Longinus, a unique and godly type of sacred gear. Only thirteen of them are said to exist. Yours specifically is the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet, commonly referred to as the Boosted Gear," the dragon continued, unraveling the mystique surrounding Issei's extraordinary artifact.

Issei listened intently, absorbing this newfound knowledge about the sacred gears and the exceptional nature of his own. Each word from Ddraig stirred a mix of intrigue, excitement, and a dawning awareness of the profound role he now played in a world filled with celestial powers.

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