I Just Awakened My Sharingan, and You're Telling Me This Is DanMachi?

As night deepened, starlight spilled across the sky, casting a hazy silver veil over all of Orario.

At the very top floor of Babel Tower, the lights shone brightly, exuding a mysterious, divine grandeur that seemed wholly removed from the mortal world.

This was the most luxurious dwelling in all of Orario.

Before a giant arched floor-to-ceiling window stood a graceful silhouette.

Every subtle movement of hers carried a suffocating allure, yet at the same time radiated a sacred, untouchable nobility unique to the gods.

That face— peerless, devastatingly beautiful— was enough to make any living being fall to their knees.

A black-and-gold form-fitting gown clung perfectly to every curve of her sculpted body, accentuating it like a work of art.

The pale skin that occasionally showed through the seams of the dress was dreamlike, enough to hook a person's soul.

It was a temptation that needed no words, making hearts pound simply at its presence.

Freya, Goddess of Beauty.

Among the gods, she was the incarnation of desire itself.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the Twilight Manor, far across the city.

Through the night, it was as if she could already see that faint spark of fire hidden in the human world below.

"At last you've appeared…"

"You've finally appeared…"

Her voice was so soft it was almost a dreamlike murmur.

Behind her, a red-haired youth, Lain Hait, knelt on the floor, his entire body trembling.

As a member of the Freya Familia, it was rare for him to see this goddess—so lofty and high above—show an expression like this.

Excitement, yearning, delight…

It wasn't the look of someone coveting an object. It was the look of a predator who had spotted a rare and precious prey.

"Lain."

"Y-yes!"

His voice shook uncontrollably, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead like a waterfall.

"You said… his name is Ryota, correct?"

Freya slowly turned, smiling as she approached.

She leaned down, a long, slender finger hooking under Lain's chin, her red lips parting as she whispered in a tone as intimate as a lover's breath:

"Lain, could you… do me a little favor?"

…

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the entire room in a warm golden glow.

Ryota sat up from bed, still savoring the relaxed feeling of waking naturally. He yawned and stretched lazily.

As he casually reached for his clothes and put them on, his gaze happened to fall on the table nearby—

There, lying quietly, was the empty scabbard.

"…"

A dull ache rose in his chest again.

That Kusanagi Sword had cost him fifteen thousand valis, only to snap in half within seconds of being drawn. Talk about a short-lived blade.

He let out a wry chuckle and shook his head, then walked over to the window and opened it to let in some fresh air.

According to what Loki had told him last night, he wouldn't need to explore the Dungeon today.

Instead, he had to find Loki to get that handwritten letter, then make his way to the Hephaestus Familia to meet the goddess who oversaw Orario's greatest smithing guild—Hephaestus herself.

"The wealthiest goddess in Orario..."

"Why am I kinda looking forward to it?"

Pushing open his door, Ryota stepped downstairs. The moment he looked up, he was drawn to a familiar figure not far away.

Golden hair swayed faintly in the morning light, attached to a slender yet powerful figure that was meticulously swinging a wooden practice sword.

—It was Ais.

It was said she had kept up this kind of training for seven or eight years without fail, no matter the weather.

But today… she seemed to have started even earlier than usual.

Sensing Ryota's gaze, Ais paused her sword swings and turned slightly to look at him.

Then she sheathed the wooden sword at her waist and walked over.

Stopping before him, Ais reached into her pouch and took out a letter pinned with a feather, bearing the unique seal of the Loki Familia. She handed it to Ryota.

"Loki… asked me to pass this on."

"She… didn't get up today."

Ryota knew this must be the "recommendation letter" Loki had mentioned last night. Accepting it, he gave a polite thanks.

He was just about to leave when he noticed Ais hadn't moved.

Her gaze wavered a bit, as if she was hesitating, trying to find the right words.

After a moment, Ais spoke softly.

"Come back soon."

Ryota froze for a second. He understood that this awkward princess of few words— the Sword Princess —was clumsily trying to express her hopes.

"Yaaahhhh!"

A shrill, glass-shattering scream suddenly pierced the morning calm behind them.

Ryota reflexively covered his ears.

Aside from Loki, who was still probably sleeping, there was only one other person in their Familia capable of producing such a shriek this early in the day.

Sure enough, when he looked back—

There at the main hall entrance stood the elf girl Lefiya, her face burning red like she'd just stumbled into a scandalous murder scene.

"Lady Ais… Lady Ais actually… told Ryota to come back soon?!"

"Uuuu… is this the legendary gentle morning farewell?!"

"But why isn't the one getting that farewell me?!"

Ryota: "…"

Ais: "?"

Your yuri flag is showing way too obviously, Lefiya…

Ignoring Lefiya, who had gone completely into meltdown mode, Ryota tucked the letter into his breast pocket and gave Ais a gentle nod.

Mission accomplished, Ais turned and headed back to the courtyard center to resume her sword drills.

Ryota watched Lefiya, still fuming and storming toward him, and decided to skip breakfast altogether, slipping out of the Twilight Manor as fast as he could.

And the moment he stepped outside, a mechanical chime rang in his ear:

[Ding! The Wheel of Fate begins to turn—]

[Main Quest · Phase Two Activated]

Big things are coming!