He'd suggested Azazel go along because he trusted that the man would make sure he got his payment and not let the woman take off and gyp him. After all, the Grigori leader had been making sure Junichiro got all of his payments promptly for the last hundred or so deals that had been brokered. Why should this one be any different?
The two looked at each other before Azazel offered his arm to the yokai. Why would he argue with the kid over having more time to silently ogle the busty woman? He was also very curious to see if the kid's solution to her issue was correct and would work. If it did, it was just another piece of the puzzle that was Junichiro.
He currently had some theories about where the kid got his information and was hoping this would provide yet another clue to help him zero in on the truth. Sure, he could just ask the kid, but where was the fun in that? It was rare for him to come across something new and he didn't want to spoil the mystery!
After the pair left, Junichiro joined Mittelt on the love seat she'd taken for herself and gave her a smile. Over the year they'd gotten to know each other they'd become good friends, good enough to try a date, so there was no need for small talk. Rather than force conversation, they sat in silence. Mittelt picked up a fashion magazine from the table while Junichiro closed his eyes to think.
Junichiro currently had a variety special orders waiting to be fulfilled and the next in line was a special order from a middle eastern Djinn. The Djinn had placed an order for a new lamp to live in. Despite his previous belief about Djinn, or genies, granting wishes, that was not how it worked in his current world. Djinn were more akin to elementals with magical power.
They did pretend to be genies and mess with mortals using magic to think they granted wishes, in the past. However, with the current secrecy around the supernatural, they just tried to live regular lives. Part of living their lives was living in lamps since they had no fixed size and they, as a species, found lamps comfortable.
The Djinn that had placed the order was asking for a lamp with all the modern amenities and the ability to move itself while the Djinn rested comfortably inside. It was mostly an enchanting job requiring very few, if any, actually magical materials.
Gold would be the most expensive material, as the request wanted the entire exterior to be golden. Mostly, it would be time consuming to make magical equivalents to modern...
Junichiro grinned broadly as an idea came to him. Rather than making a bunch of magical appliances, he could just make a magical electricity generator, shrink modern appliances, and be done with that.
It would also allow the Djinn to shrink upgrades, replacements, and other things in the future. Sure, he'd lose out on being able to charge the Djinn for replacements for broken stuff, but he didn't really care about that. Making magical appliances wasn't exactly fun or super interesting. Frankly, making the Djinn's lamp wasn't all that interesting.
He might've declined the work, if the Djinn wasn't offering an ancient Grimoire containing spells that hadn't been seen in about a millennium as payment. That was one thing all Djinn had in common and why they hid a lot of the time, they collected treasures like a dragon.
As he was planning how to make the lamp and what features, runes, and other things to add to it, Azazel and the Yokai woman returned to the house in a flash of teleportation magic.
When Junichiro focused on them, he noticed that the woman looked a little green and was clutching her stomach while groaning. She reminded him of a cousin from his last life that liked to overindulge during the American Holiday Thanksgiving.
The way she shuffled over to a nearby chair and carefully lowered herself into a slouched position increased the similarities, "I take it, it worked?"
The yokai woman looked over at him and gave him a look that any man could translate as 'it's your fault.' Junichiro just smirked, "So, maybe a concert might be a tad too much then?"
Just the idea caused the woman to groan. He just smirked, "Well, at least you can take it off whenever you like and just put it back on when you start to get a bit hungry."
"I have never been this full before. Granted, I ate not that long ago and I'm not exactly voracious, but I honestly didn't expect this to work... at all."
She let out a sigh and gathered the medallion that represented Sword Birth and held it out toward Junichiro, "A deal is a deal. With this I will never have to hunt down someone to eat again." She shuddered a bit, "You have no idea how truly disgusting the souls of serial killers taste." She tilted her head a bit as she seemed to be trying to find the right words to explain her new experience, "This method... there's no taste. I just felt myself quickly becoming full and then overfull. It's..." She smiled brightly, "A novel experience even if it's not entirely pleasant."
Junichiro just nodded. Like a majority of American's could attest, he was fully aware of the feeling that came from overindulging on delicious food. Especially in the company of friends and family. He made his way over to collect the medallion of Sword Birth and held it in his hands with a smile. He had only gotten a cursory glance at it before, but seeing it up close let him notice further details.
The medallion was circular, as he'd noted before, with a sword on top of a background. Now though, he could see the background up close and more details on the sword. The background looked like layers of sword blades in geometric patterns.
Each blade was different from the others, each unique in their length and design making no two even remotely similar. The main sword standing out in the middle looked like a standard long sword but sported an embellished dragon head for the pommel of the sword.
Seeing the dragon head made him wonder if draconian materials were used in the creation of Sword Birth.
His conclusion was that yes, draconian parts had been used. Both of the users he knew of with Sword Birth and the Blade Blacksmith had dragon related abilities from their sacred gear. Jeanne of the hero faction could use her Blade Blacksmith to summon and manipulate blades into the shapes of dragons. Meanwhile, Kiba in Rias's peerage could summon Dragoon Warriors. Granted, that wasn't a straight dragon like Jeanne, but it was dragon related.
With his external examination done, he looked at Azazel, "How do I use it?"
"It's not that complicated. Just place it against your chest, over your heart, feed some magic power into it, and it will bond with you. It's the same process with all Sacred Gears that have been extracted in one way or another."