Highschool DxD: Spin to Win

"Cocky, aren't you? You think you can take me on?"

The ice within my arm pulsed, sending a cold wave through my veins. My senses sharpened further; the room scanned with razor-sharp focus. I could hear the faint rustle of his coat, the shift of his weight as he tried to strike at me.

"You're not like the others," Freed said, his grin widening. "Most of them scream or beg when they see me. But you… you're different. I like that."

"Flattered" I said dryly. "But I'm not here to entertain you."

"Entertain me? Kid, you're about to make my night."

What kid? We are the same age.

He moved all of a sudden in blur of silver and black. His hands glowed with holy light, forming jagged blades of energy that slice through the air with a whistle, aiming for my throat. I sidestepped, the blades grazing my shirt. My enhanced senses screamed at me, warning me of his next move. He's fast for sure but not enough to keep up with me.

I countered it with a slash of ice, the ground erupting in multiple vertical spikes. Freed leaped back, his grin never faltering. "Ice Huh. I guess it won't be as easy I thought it would be"

"You have no idea," I muttered, my breath frosting in the air. The room grew colder with each second, frost creeping up the walls, the floor crackling underfoot. My senses were on overdrive, tracking his every movement, every twitch of his muscles and soon enough it would be end of him. It was only a matter of time before he lays lifeless on the ground.

He charged again, his holy blades glowing brighter. I meet him head-on, our weapons clashing in a shower of sparks and ice. The force of the impact sends shockwaves through the room, shattering what's around us.

"Not bad," Freed says, his voice strained as he pushes against my blade. "But you're still just a kid playing with powers you don't understand."

"It would be funny to see your ass get whooped by a kid" I snapped, shoving him back with a burst of icy energy. "What happened?" I snicker as he dusted himself after getting up from the ground.

He laughed, but there was a flicker of anger in his eyes.

We traded blows, the room filling with the sound of clashes, the crackle of ice, and the hum of holy energy. Freed's movements were erratic, unpredictable, but my enhanced senses kept me one step ahead. I dodged his strikes, countering with precise, calculated attacks and it was finally getting on his nerves.

"You're starting to piss me off," Freed growled, his swings growing more aggressive, lacking earlier precision "Why won't you just die already?"

"Funny," I said, dodging another slash from him "I was about to ask you the same thing."

I saw an opening—a split second where his guard dropped. I didn't hesitate even a slightest. The Teigu's power surged within me, and I unleashed a wave of ice, freezing the ground beneath his feet. He stumbled, and I was on him in an instant, my blade slicing through his arm.

He screamed in agony, blood spraying as he staggered back. "You little—!"

"You talk too much," I said, my voice cold. The area was a frozen wasteland now, the walls encased in ice, the air thick with frost. I could see his breath coming in ragged gasps, his movements slowing as the cold seeps into his bones and gradually taking a lot of damage from this whole burst of ice attacks.

He tried to attack again, but he was sluggish, his strikes were clumsier. I deflected his blade with ease, the ice surging in my hand "This ends now"

I slammed my hand on the ground, and the ice erupted, a massive spike impaling him through the chest. He coughed, blood staining his lips as he looked down at the icy shard protruding from his body. This is what happens when you underestimate the danger.

"Heh… not bad, kid," he says, his voice weak but still mocking. "It's only a matter of time before 'they' find you and kill you"

"I'll be waiting" I said, standing over him.

I twisted the ice, and his body shatters, fragments scattering across the frozen floor. The room fell silent, the only sound the faint crackle of ice settling and me catching breath from the second session of fight. I guess my stamina isn't enough to sustain myself through long fights.

I exhaled, the tension in my chest easing. The Teigu's power faded, the cold receding as I disperse ice from my arm. Freed was gone, but the fight left a bitter taste in my mouth. Now it's only a matter of time Raynare and her group finds about me but that's not a problem I should worry myself with. I still got three spins and I am positive that I will become more stronger than right now.

[ You have three spins. Would you like to use them now? ]

"Yes" I said, without hesitation. It was something I had been waiting as soon I killed that stray devil but thanks to Freed I got two more spins, so it was worthwhile to take a trip in this place. I didn't waste a second and tapped into three spins altogether, the rush of new abilities was too much to bear. And one by one I was introduced to the rewards of spins.

My heart was racing for the experience of gaining the system's rewards. The screen that had appeared in front of me flickered, displaying three new entries—each more bizarre than the last.

The first reward appeared in my mind:

[ Compress Quirk – MHA ]

The power surged within him instantly. I could feel my fingertips tingle with newfound power, the ability to distort and compress objects to my will. Clenching my hand with a stone inside, I turned it into a blue marble instantly. The sensation was exhilarating. I could trap enemies, or hide things in an instant. The sheer versatility of the Compress Quirk was incredible.

The second reward popped up, its significance catching me off guard.

[ Yukihira Style of Cooking]

My stomach growled as the system's description flooded my mind. This was no ordinary cooking style. I felt the knowledge pour into me, as if my DNA had rewritten itself to absorb the art of cooking at the highest level. I could already envision the precise movements needed to create the perfect dish. Every cut, every seasoning, every flame—perfectly controlled. The warmth of a pan in my hand, the sizzle of ingredients, the delicate balance of flavours that made every dish sing. I could now create meals that would make even the most hardened food critics weep with joy. The beauty of Yukihira's style lay in its simplicity—impressing without overcomplicating. A sense of confidence washed over me; I was more than just a cook now—I was a chef who could command the heart of any meal.

Finally, the third reward arrived, and I was already at my limit to pass out with sheer excitement.

[ Espeon – Pokemon ]

A flash of light blinded me as a weightless presence brushed against my side, and when I glanced down, I was greeted by the sight of a sleek, purple Espeon sitting calmly at my feet. Its purple eyes shimmered with an intelligence that seemed to resonate with my thoughts. The Pokemon's fur shimmered under the light, its psychic aura palpable in the air around him. Espeon wasn't just a companion—it was an extension of my own mind now. It had the power to read and influence thoughts, a creature of grace and power. The bond formed instantly, a shared connection between me and Espeon that felt as natural as breathing. The idea of having a psychic partner who could aid me in combat, solve complex problems, or simply provide silent support filled me with an odd sense of security. I got a buddy now.

I stood still, allowing the reality of rewards to sink in. The three powers—the Compress Quirk, Yukihira's cooking mastery, and Espeon—each one, bringing a significant change to my life. I felt invincible, not only in the battles ahead but in the potential of my future.

But first, I want some food.