Reborn in Danmachi as a Dragon-Kin (Rewrite)

After Draco activated his skill, the air around him thrummed with energy, an intangible force that sent a ripple through the crowd.

The aura wrapped around him like a cloak, enhancing his presence and emanating an intimidating power that made those around, subconsciously take a step back.

"I hope you're ready to face the consequences of your actions," Draco warned, his voice low and steady.

"You've chosen to challenge the Bahamut familia, and now you'll learn that we don't take kindly to threats."

The crowd, sensing the shift in atmosphere, fell silent, eyes wide with anticipation.

As Draco took a step forward, he increased the intensity of his aura with each subsequent step toward the burly man, mixing it with bloodlust and letting it spread as far as it could, avoiding only his familia members.

Everyone level 3 and below within its area of effect were immediately caught in an illusion of drowning, falling to their knees, clutching their throats, and struggling to breathe.

This meant that the majority of the onlookers, both guilty and innocent, were caught in the effects of his skill.

This was Draco's intention; he was going to send a message that the Bahamut familia shouldn't be messed with.

At the very least, the message would weed out the small fries looking to cause trouble for them.

His actions were quite the bizarre sight for those watching outside its range of effect, some speculating that he was using some kind of poison, prompting them to increase their distance from the scene.

Now standing face-to-face with the man who had instigated everything, Draco removed the hood of his cloak, revealing his facial features: long ears, thick, powerful horns, red reptilian eyes, and a handsome face.

Looking down at the man clutching his throat for air, Draco transformed one of his hands into a dragon claw, which was another shocking sight.

Squatting to the man's level, Draco raised the man's chin to his eye level and spoke.

The man wanted to say something, but since he could hardly breathe, no intelligible words came out.

Draco could see the fear and confusion in the man's eyes; of course, he would be afraid and confused —the man simply couldn't comprehend what was happening to him right now.

"Let this be the first and last time anyone thinks so little us. Do I make myself clear?" Draco warned, his voice rising and reverberating through the crowd.

The man hastily nodded, silently pleading to be released from Draco's spell, the full intensity of which had been concentrated mostly on him.

"Good, but not enough," Draco muttered.

SNAP!!

With a chilling force, he squeezed the man's shoulder until he heard a subtle crack.

The man's shoulder was fractured—nothing overly serious for an adventurer, but enough to make his point.

Draco couldn't go too far; it would not only have a negative effect on his familia's reputation but also set a bad example for his familia regarding the use of force.

Satisfied with the outcome, Draco released the effects of his spell, the sound of people panting immediately filling the air.

Seeing this, Draco immediately looked around feigning surprise and shock.

"Ah, I must apologize to the bystanders for getting caught in this. I got too heated up and couldn't properly control my abilities. I believe you all will understand, my familia was insulted. I hope you will all forgive me for this little mistake," Draco said to the crowd, a bright smile on his face.

Silence enveloped the area, as many were still trying to comprehend what had just happened to them.

Various expressions appeared on the faces of those who looked at him now; some were in awe, filled with fear, anger, confusion, and a mix of other emotions.

"Let's go," Draco said to his familia, leading them through the stunned crowd toward the dungeon.

.....

"Did you all see and feel that?" a woman with jade-coloured hair and eyes asked her companions.

"Yeah, so that's the kid our goddess was complaining about all night," a short, thick-bearded man replied, his hand combing his beards.

After Denatus, Loki had gone on a drinking spree, complaining about various things and causing trouble for her children.

"Just what kind of skill did he use that could have such an effect?" the woman asked.

"I dunno, why not ask the boy," the man replied.

These two people were Riveria Ljos Alf and Gareth, executives of the Loki Familia.

"Hmm, I don't think that's a good idea, at least in public. Don't want people to think we're trying to poach him, Loki did mention how troublesome the goddess, Bahamut is. However...." Riveria words trailed, she had suddenly noticed that her second companion was acting rather abnormally.

"Wait, Ais, where are you going?" Riveria asked in concern.

However, the little girl ignored her, suddenly drawing her sword and sprinting toward the direction that Draco and his Familia had left.

...….

Riveria, Gareth, and Ais had just exited the guild, returning to the Loki Familia home when they encountered the bizarre scene Draco had just created.

Keeping their distance, they had observed how everything unfolded.

Ais was rather curious about the person in the cloak who had caused all this; he had a subtle aura that felt awfully familiar to her mother.

However, that curiosity quickly turned to rage when she subconsciously came closer and felt the effects of his skill.

When Draco took off his hooded cloak, revealing his draconic features—those detestable black scales, his transformed hand turning into a claw, and the sinister draconic aura he emanated—she was immediately reminded of the one-eyed black dragon.

Her rage immediately clouded her mind, and she subconsciously drew her sword and began to chase him.

Riveria and Gareth were rather shocked, but quickly regained their senses and immediately chased after Ais to stop her.

They didn't know exactly what was wrong, but Ais had only acted this way one other time: when she fought a black wyvern that had spawned in the dungeon a few months ago.

...….

Draco and his familia members had barely taken a few hundred steps when they heard a loud commotion behind them.

The sound of running feet and urgent shouts made them turn just in time to see a blonde blur racing toward them, sword drawn and eyes blazing with fury.

"Dragon!" the girl screamed, her voice a mix of rage and pain that felt far too intense for someone so young.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise as he quickly recognized her, but he regained his composure almost instantly.

He swiftly turned to face the incoming attacker, observing that he was the target of her attack.

Transforming one hand into a dragon claw, he easily parried her blade, letting it slide harmlessly along his scales.

With a quick movement, he grabbed her hand and slammed her to the ground with enough force that it should have knocked the wind out of her.

"Gah!" Ais gasped as air rushed from her lungs, her senses beginning to fade. But she couldn't give up—not now, not again.

Draco held a clear advantage in power, so putting her down was relatively easy.

Yet Ais didn't stay down for long; she sprang back to her feet almost as soon as he released her hand.

This time, a strange wind swirled around her like a protective cloak.

'Tsk, she should have stayed down. Just had to ruin our cool exit,' Draco thought, frustration creeping in.

He didn't want the fight to escalate.

Conflict with the Loki familia wouldn't be favourable for the Bahamut familia.

Even if the Loki familia didn't want conflict, with so many witnesses, there was bound to be misunderstandings that would quickly circulate through rumours.

Draco doubted that Ais was alone, and hoped that her familia members wouldn't jump to weird conclusions and quickly stop her.