Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

"Good morning, Master."

As Alexander stepped out of his room, he found Haruhime standing by the door in a maid outfit. Alexander looked at her, feeling a mix of helplessness and amusement. 

"Haruhime, I've told you before—you don't need to call me Master. You're always watching anime, aren't you? You're a pure girl; you don't have to act so subservient." 

Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples. Ever since he had saved Haruhime and transformed her into a Descendant, he also had gained an ability called 'Wanbao Mallet'. This ability allowed him to strengthen others' skills and powers to extraordinary levels. Unfortunately, it could not be used on himself. 

Despite its limitations, Alexander kept the ability in mind, thinking it might be useful someday if combined with some unique physical or magical skills. Afterward, he had asked Hestia to accept Haruhime and the two girls from Apollo Familia, Daphne and Cassandra as members of her Familia. Hestia, who had often lamented her lack of followers, was overjoyed to welcome her new members. 

With no pressing matters left in the Dungeon World for the time being, and the next arc still some time away, Alexander decided to return to the Main World for a well-deserved rest. 

"Speaking of rest, Haruhime, you should take a break too. I'm heading out," Alexander said as he prepared to leave. 

"Yes, Master," Haruhime replied dutifully. 

"I said, don't call me Master." 

"Yes, Master." 

Alexander sighed. "Fine, have it your way." He left, deciding it wasn't worth arguing. His destination was the studio, where he planned to work on some projects during his downtime. 

As Alexander disappeared into the distance, Haruhime stood in the massive room, staring into space. She was still trying to adjust to this unfamiliar new world. 

"Haruhime? What are you doing here?" 

The sudden voice startled her. She turned to see two figures entering the room: Loki and Ais. Both had been converted into Descendants by Alexander, allowing them to cross into this world. 

It was worth noting that Alexander had gained a new magical skill, 'Wind Spirit', after her transformation. 

"Loki-sama, Miss Ais, I was just about to clean up. Would you like to join me?" Haruhime asked politely. 

Loki immediately shook her head. "No way! I came here to have fun, not to clean up Alexander's house!" She waved her hands dramatically. "What a joke! There's no way I'm doing housework." 

Haruhime simply nodded and left the room quietly. Meanwhile, Loki grabbed Ais's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Ais-tan! Let's go out and explore! I heard there's an amazing amusement park nearby!" 

But Ais shook her head. "You go ahead. I want to meet the people connected to Alexander first." 

Hearing this, Loki pouted but eventually shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm off to have fun!" And with that, she dashed off, leaving Ais to wander alone through the expansive courtyard. 

——

Ais eventually found herself in the backyard. There, she noticed two figures standing opposite each other. 

One was a man dressed like a wandering swordsman, with a katana at his waist—a classic Japanese samurai. The other was a man wearing a green bandana, holding a sword in each hand, with a third blade clenched between his teeth. 

The two swordsmen stood in complete silence, but Ais could sense the invisible tension between them. Their fighting spirits were colliding like an unseen storm. 

"Are you Zoro? The three-sword swordsman? Not bad," the samurai, Yasuo, said calmly, nodding as though acknowledging a junior swordsman of great promise. 

Zoro smirked and responded bluntly, "Yeah, and you must be Yasuo. Alexander told me about you. My dream is to become the world's greatest swordsman. So, enough talk. Let's fight!" 

Straightforward and to the point, Zoro wasted no time. As a fellow master of swordsmanship, he couldn't rest easy until he tested his skills against Yasuo. 

Yasuo sighed and gave a small chuckle. "Kid, do you realize what you're asking for? When my sword is drawn, it 'always' draws blood." 

"Tch, that's the kind of fight a real swordsman wants! So, are we doing this or not?" Zoro shot back, his grin widening. 

Yasuo scratched his head. "Honestly… I don't want to fight." 

"Well, too bad," Zoro retorted, his blades already gleaming in the sunlight. "You don't have a choice!"