I want to be noblesse in dxd

The cool night air enveloped the streets as Issei, Koneko, Kiba, and Saji walked side by side, their footsteps echoing softly against the pavement.

The stars twinkled above, casting a faint light that guided their path. The group moved with purpose, their expressions reflecting the seriousness of their mission.

Issei broke the silence, glancing at Kiba. "So, Kiba, where exactly are we headed? Do you have any leads on the holy swords?"

Kiba nodded, his eyes focused straight ahead. "I've been tracking some movements lately. There's a place I believe might hold some answers."

Saji adjusted his glasses, a curious look on his face. "You think we'll find the stolen swords there?"

Kiba's expression was grim. "It's possible. The location has been used as a hideout by certain groups before. If the fallen angels are involved, this could be one of their bases."

Koneko, ever observant, chimed in with her usual calm demeanor. "We should stay alert. There might be traps."

Issei clenched his fists, determination in his eyes. "Doesn't matter if it is. We've got to stop them from using those swords for anything evil."

Kiba led the group through a series of narrow alleys, the shadows growing darker with each step. The atmosphere was tense, the quietness of the night amplifying their resolve. Finally, they reached an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.

"This is the place," Kiba announced, stopping in front of the large, decrepit building. Its windows were shattered, and the door hung loosely on its hinges, creaking in the wind.

Saji glanced around, his eyes narrowing. "Looks like the perfect hideout for someone up to no good."

Kiba opened the door, and they stepped into the dark, foreboding interior. The air inside was thick with dust, and the faint smell of decay lingered.

As they moved cautiously through the building, Kiba's eyes scanned every corner, searching for any signs of the holy swords or their captors.

The tension in the air was palpable, each creak of the floorboards beneath their feet sending a shiver down their spines.

Suddenly, Koneko's ears twitched, and she held up a hand, signaling the group to stop. "Someone's here," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

They all stood still, listening intently. From deeper within the warehouse, the faint sound of footsteps echoed, growing louder with each passing second.

Kiba drew his sword, his voice low and resolute. "Stay focused. We don't know who or what we're dealing with yet."

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The tension in the air thickened as the footsteps grew louder, echoing through the dark, abandoned warehouse.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, a twisted grin spreading across his face. It was Freed Sellzen, the rogue priest they had encountered before, his wild eyes glinting with madness.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Freed sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "A bunch of little devils playing hero. How cute."

Issei clenched his fists, his body tensing with anger. "Freed! So you're behind this."

Freed chuckled, drawing a sword that shimmered ominously in the dim light. The unmistakable aura of the Excalibur fragments radiated from it, confirming their suspicions. "Oh, you mean this? Pretty little thing, isn't it? Too bad it's wasted on you scum."

Kiba's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. "That sword doesn't belong to you. It's a sacred weapon, and you're defiling it with your twisted intentions."

Freed shrugged nonchalantly, waving the sword around. "Sacred, profane, who cares? As long as it cuts through you freaks, I'm happy."

Without warning, Freed lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Kiba reacted instantly, parrying the strike with his own sword. The clash of metal echoed through the warehouse, sparks flying from the force of their collision.

Issei and Saji quickly joined the fray, positioning themselves to flank Freed. Koneko stayed back, watching for an opening, her eyes calculating and focused.

"You little devils think you can take me on?" Freed taunted, his movements erratic but surprisingly skilled. "I've been waiting for a chance to slice you up!"

Issei charged forward, his Boosted Gear glowing with energy. "We're not going to let you get away with this, Freed!"

As the battle raged on, Freed's wild attacks kept the group on their toes.

His unpredictable movements made it difficult to land a decisive blow. Kiba and Issei worked in tandem, their strikes coordinated and relentless, while Saji used his Vritra's Sacred Gear to support them, binding Freed momentarily.

"Gotcha!" Saji shouted, his gear constricting Freed's movements.

Freed laughed maniacally, breaking free with a surge of power. "Nice try, but you're going to have to do better than that!"

Koneko seized the opportunity, dashing forward with incredible speed. Her punch connected with Freed's side, sending him stumbling back. "We're not letting you win," she said, her voice monotone but firm.

Freed gritted his teeth, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. "You're tougher than I thought. But I'm not done yet!"

As the fight continued, the group pressed their advantage, working together seamlessly. Their determination and teamwork began to wear Freed down, his attacks growing more desperate and erratic.

Finally, Kiba saw an opening. With a swift, calculated strike, he disarmed Freed, sending the Excalibur fragment clattering to the ground. Issei followed up with a powerful punch, knocking Freed to the floor.

Panting heavily, the group stood over the defeated priest. Freed glared up at them, his grin finally fading. "You think you've won? This isn't over..."

Just as Kiba was about to finish freed using his swordbirth sacred gear, an old figure wearing round glasses, walked from the inside

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