SS #2

Side Story: Nobunaga's Hat

Issei didn't know if it was a conscious decision on her part, but she wanted to resist the urge to bring the distinctive black cap that Oda Nobunaga always wore. It's not like she didn't like the hat, oh no, she loved it as much as Nobu did. She was going to the beach with her friends, anonymously on her part, not cosplaying in a convention or something. It also brought the small possibility that an enemy could recognize this distinctive feature and move to potentially attack her.

Judging it silently, she surrenders to her instincts, and hastily stuffs the hat into her duffle bag. It wasn't like a random stray would attack her out of nowhere, anyway, with how dangerous she and her friends were. Looking around the room, she pauses to reflect her life leading up to this point. The ups and downs, puberty, an old friend, and the boisterous demon king sleeping soundly inside her mind. She wondered what life would have been like if she hadn't met Nobu that day in the park, since as clear as the sun during the day she was destined for something else before, looking at the red gauntlet she had materialized on her arm. She dispelled it and moved on.

Twirling a hand on her red locks, a mirror reflecting more European features and a more mature appearance, she thought she looked great. The Demon King skill she inherited from Nobunaga didn't necessarily possess the ability to modify her facial features, but some more magic tricks (that I won't elaborate on) helped to make the image before her. Hearing the shouting of her mother downstairs that her friends were waiting, she picks up the bag, and gets ready to jump down. Looking back one last time, she finally relents upon hearing her mother's voice shout her name one more time, she jogs down the stairs with a smile.