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As the blinding light faded, a newcomer emerged—a young man with striking features, his attire an intriguing mix of dark blue and red. He wore a long coat, its interior lined with a vivid scarlet. A sword emblem with wings adorned his shoulders. Beneath the coat, he sported a red hoodie, its zippers hinting at concealed mysteries. His silvery-white hair framed his face, while piercing blue eyes surveyed the scene.
The young man's left hand bore two distinctive rings: one with a sword motif, mirroring the symbol on his coat, and another with a delicate rose design. A crimson wristband adorned his wrist. His lower attire comprised blue pants, secured by a brown belt featuring a rose-shaped buckle. Around his thighs, he wore brown straps, each adorned with a miniature belt. The ensemble was completed with sturdy brown boots.
Yet, the most attention-grabbing element was the colossal sword strapped to his back, a vibrant fusion of red and black. Intricate etchings adorned the hilt, and its peculiar handle resembled that of a motorcycle. Exposed exhaust pipes further heightened its unique appearance.
Uttering bewildered questions, the young man scanned his surroundings, his grip on the massive sword betraying both his readiness and unease.
His gaze eventually landed on Issei, who stood frozen under his scrutiny. Sensing something, the newcomer shifted his focus to where Issei had been moments ago. Upon locking eyes with Yuuma, a noticeable blush stained his cheeks.
"You're... a peculiarly human-looking demon," the young man remarked, his hand tightening on his sword. "And why are you dressed like you stepped out of a fantasy-themed strip club?"
Yuuma's anger flared, her voice laced with venom. "Who are you to insult me, you pathetic wretch? I am a fallen angel, not some mere demon!"

Description

As the blinding light faded, a newcomer emerged—a young man with striking features, his attire an intriguing mix of dark blue and red. He wore a long coat, its interior lined with a vivid scarlet. A sword emblem with wings adorned his shoulders. Beneath the coat, he sported a red hoodie, its zippers hinting at concealed mysteries. His silvery-white hair framed his face, while piercing blue eyes surveyed the scene.
The young man's left hand bore two distinctive rings: one with a sword motif, mirroring the symbol on his coat, and another with a delicate rose design. A crimson wristband adorned his wrist. His lower attire comprised blue pants, secured by a brown belt featuring a rose-shaped buckle. Around his thighs, he wore brown straps, each adorned with a miniature belt. The ensemble was completed with sturdy brown boots.
Yet, the most attention-grabbing element was the colossal sword strapped to his back, a vibrant fusion of red and black. Intricate etchings adorned the hilt, and its peculiar handle resembled that of a motorcycle. Exposed exhaust pipes further heightened its unique appearance.
Uttering bewildered questions, the young man scanned his surroundings, his grip on the massive sword betraying both his readiness and unease.
His gaze eventually landed on Issei, who stood frozen under his scrutiny. Sensing something, the newcomer shifted his focus to where Issei had been moments ago. Upon locking eyes with Yuuma, a noticeable blush stained his cheeks.
"You're... a peculiarly human-looking demon," the young man remarked, his hand tightening on his sword. "And why are you dressed like you stepped out of a fantasy-themed strip club?"
Yuuma's anger flared, her voice laced with venom. "Who are you to insult me, you pathetic wretch? I am a fallen angel, not some mere demon!"