Nine tails were already unbelievably powerful. Yasaka was essentially in a class all her own, which never really added up for Leon. She was on the cusp of godhood, yet tolerated, or was even attracted to Issei.
Leon hoped it was only this world's porn logic, or twisted writer's schemes as to why certain events took place. Leon would be doing plenty of experiments later to potentially bend and break the porn laws of this universe.
That moron of a main character didn't deserve the myriad of spectacular women that threw themselves at him. He almost felt bad for his plans to cockblock the majority of Issei's harem.
Almost.
He wouldn't completely ruin the kid's dream of course, but no man deserved to have thirty plus women at his beck and call. That's abuse of power and shitty writing rolled into a single package. He wasn't jealous, that wasn't a factor. Not at all. They were his anyway.
Ah. Yako side again. It kept cropping up with possessive impulses and thoughts of domination. Resting his head on his paws, Leon took a moment to actually analyze his feelings on these new urges, but quickly shrugged. It was an obvious conclusion.
He planned to stand at the top of this world anyway. Indulging his instincts in the process simply made his future endeavors smoother. If he acquired plenty of beautiful women in the process, well, he was a red-blooded male in a world of perfect tits and loose sexual morals.
Thoughts of world domination and a harem of beautiful women were lofty goals to set, but he needed to take the next step to make those goals a reality.
The first had already been taken, all that remained was to continue on the path. With that thought he stood and padded out of his new home.
He had monsters to slay.
….
Three years.
Three years of hunting, of fighting, of slaughter.
Three years, Leon stalked the forest, slaying horned rabbits, demonic rodents, warped birds of prey.
His quarry expanded in size and power as he grew. Warped hogs, magical deer, demonic wolves, harpies, non-sentient yokai; his prey was vast and varied.
After a certain time, normal animals and monsters failed to speed his growth. His vulpine form did not stop at the size of a mundane fox.
At this point in his life, he was approximately the size of a dire wolf, approaching the size of some bears.
He was sitting on the cusp of his second tail; the one that would allow transformation to a more humanoid form, as well as the capability to alter the size of his animal side.
He had never been able to answer the question of When he was in the story. The leaders of the three factions of Christianity working together suggested it was relatively close to canon, as they had something of a cordial working relationship between them during the story even before peace was officially declared.
He had no clues as to their motivation for banding together, but reevaluating his brief memories of the moment, several details stuck out.
He was born of obsidian, blackened glass, most likely a result of one of the group member's attacks.
The only entities that would warrant such a massive response of a combined force would be other gods, Satan class devils, or similar entities.
They were in the underworld, which meant angels and gods could likely be discounted.
The only Satan class devils available for this kind of effort would be of the Old Satan Faction, and they didn't start making moves until later during canon. Unless one of the leaders of a group went… berserk…
They were killing off one of the dragon emperors. There was no way to tell which one, but it mattered little.
Assuming that sacred gears were immediately put back into circulation upon the previous wielder's death by God's system, Issei was seventeen and Vali was eighteen at the start of canon, meaning Leon had been born around the same time period as they were.
He'd spent three years hunting monsters, leaving him with an estimated twelve to fifteen to continue amassing power.
By the start of canon, best case, he could theoretically have five to six tails.
That would make him a force to be reckoned with. The only question was how to achieve it within the time frame.
Every faction had problems. Stray devils or exorcists, malicious yokai, rebellious fallen angels.
Bounty hunting would kill several birds with one stone. It would be a way to amass power from fighting and killing, provide a source of income, allow him to travel, and eliminate threats to himself and society.
Hell, he already had something of an in with most of the factions considering a few of his visitors over the last three years.
….
It had been two months since Leon had been reincarnated. His first two weeks in what he had sardonically labeled The Forest of Beginnings had been dedicated to his genocidal rampage against the horned rabbit species.
For some inexplicable reason, the meadow that he haunted never seemed to run out of the little fuckers. He had slain an untold number, and unless he consumed them, their cooling corpses disappeared not long after he passed them by.
It had taken two weeks for the energy influx to peeter off into negligible gains and send him hunting for larger, more constructive prey. He was the size of an adult fox, perhaps slightly larger as his size pushed towards a medium sized dog. It was good that his size had increased so much, as he found his next prey not far from the meadow.
Rodents ranging from small to medium sized dogs had crafted a burrow within a hill slightly beyond the far side of the open field.
He labeled them rodents, but he imagined they were qualified to be called kobolds, though if they held any form of intelligence, he had been unable to discover it in the following weeks he spent slaughtering them.
He had moved his den closer to his new source of food and energy, giving him easy access to both the meadow which held his source of water and food, and his energy supply.
Even as a fox he had standards, and eating what was essentially rat fell far below them.