Editing BlazBlue:Bloodedge Experience Part 1 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 2===

 It became clear that the sound was the front door being smashed in when Clavis, standing at the entrance, effortlessly caught the door as it flew towards him, smashing into the hallway wall.

With the casual ease with which one would catch a thrown ball, Clavis grabbed the heavily damaged door. Immediately, something else jumped towards him. It was a man. Leaping over the hallway wall, he let out a roar as he swung his leg in a powerful kick. He aimed for Clavis's torso. The kick was delivered with incredible speed and force. Clavis blocked the kick with the door he was holding.

There was a loud crash, and the shockwave sent the ceiling light in the living room crashing down. The teacup that Clavis had been drinking from earlier was thrown off the table and shattered. The front door, which had been used as a shield, shattered like thin paper and scattered across the living room floor.

"You..." Naoto shouted, recognizing the intruder. It was the same man he had met just an hour or so ago. With his hair tousled and wild, his eyes as sharp as a beast's, his body muscular, and his legs capable of shattering concrete walls, it was Valkenhayn Helsing, one of the 'Immortal Breakers'.

"I found you, Clavis Alucard!" Valkenhayn roared, shaking the room. After landing, he swung his log-like arm from the opposite side. The force of the blow was palpable, causing the air to vibrate. It was a force beyond human capabilities. Yet, Clavis dodged it effortlessly, as if it were nothing, and then grabbed Valkenhayn by the scruff of his neck.

"I must thank you for the tea. Damaging her sanctuary, the kitchen, is unforgivable." Even in this situation, he spoke calmly. Then, with a casual gesture, he lifted Valkenhayn, who was probably taller than him, as if he were a small animal. Then he threw him away as if he were nothing.

With a swift motion, Clavis kicked the airborne Valkenhayn. The force, which seemed impossible from such a simple movement, sent Valkenhayn flying out of the entrance and into the hallway. Unable to resist or defend himself, Valkenhayn was thrown straight out and crashed into the hallway wall, breaking through it and falling to the other side. A thin cloud of dust rose.

Naoto watched in stunned silence. For him, Valkenhayn had been a threat– a monster with an abnormal life force, a dangerous person who tried to kill him without hesitation. Naoto remembered the intense killing intent he had felt when Valkenhayn had almost stomped on his head. But now, that same threat was being casually dealt with. Suddenly, a sound like gears turning swirled at Klavis's feet.

Countless hands rose from the floor, surrounding the stationary vampire, blocking his view of the crimson eyes as they fell downward. The arms were white, supple, and unusually long. Naoto recognized them. At the same time, he realized who was controlling the arms. It was Relius.

The countless hands grabbed Clavis's legs, arms, shoulders, torso, and neck, trying to pull him down. Clavis's posture was slightly disturbed by the immense force pulling him down, and a huge, furry wolf emerged from the rising dust, charging straight at him. 

It was a large wolf with thick brown fur, bigger than both Naoto and Clavis. With its white, bared fangs, it jumped powerfully, aiming for Clavis's throat. Without hesitation, Clavis offered his arm to the beast. There was the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking. The wolf's jaws could easily tear through a thin human arm in one bite... or so it should have. 

The beast let out a low growl. Its fangs were deeply embedded in Clavis's arm, but it couldn't pull it out. The beast’s low growl echoed ominously through the room. Holding the wolf, which was still biting his arm, Clavis raised his arm. He held the enormous beast in the air and looked into its fierce eyes, smiling.

"Well, well. It's been a long time since I've seen you in person. It's a pleasure." To Clavis, even the ancient race with both human and wolf forms wasn't particularly special.  With a deep frown on its furry brow, the wolf—Valkenhayn in his transformed state—glared at Clavis. Still holding the wolf, Clavis looked down at the countless hands that were surrounding and restraining him.

"And then... the puppeteer. An interesting combination," he said. And then, holding out his hand, the countless hands attached to him were severed one by one, falling to the floor. The beautifully mirror-like severed edges rolled away, gradually merging into the floor as they disappeared.

Next, Clavis turned to face the window. As he did, he swung his arm wide, still holding the wolf aloft. The arm, torn by the massive fang, was severed at the elbow. Scattering blood droplets, Valkenhayn was thrown back with tremendous force. He smashed through the window, shattered the balcony wall that acted as a fence, and continued his trajectory, crashing into the opposite apartment building across the street. A deafening roar echoed through the area, like an explosion, and a violent wind whipped through Naoto's home, knocking over everything in its path.

Naoto crossed his arms in front of his face to protect himself and Raquel. As the wind and dust began to settle, he quickly looked up. Clavis was stepping over the broken glass shards, ignoring the remaining glass in the window frame as he moved towards the balcony. Following Clavis's gaze, which seemed to be filled with a troubled smile as he looked outside, Naoto also looked out.

There was a crater-like hole in the wall of the opposite apartment building, and two figures stood beside it. One was Valkenhayn, who had just been thrown. He had returned to his human form and was supporting himself by driving his strong arm into the apartment building's outer wall like a stake. A little below him, standing calmly on a large, hand-shaped puppet protruding from the wall, was Relius, clad in a purple cloak.

Although Naoto couldn't see their expressions clearly, they were both staring intently at him. As he watched, Clavis lightly shook his wrist and clenched his hand as if to check it. That hand was the one that Valkenhayn had torn off just a moment ago. But there was no trace of injury, and even the torn clothes had been perfectly repaired.

"I apologize for the sudden disturbance, but I must take my leave," Clavis said, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. He turned his shoulder and looked at his daughter, who was standing a step behind Naoto with deep, unreadable eyes. "That's a nice outfit. It suits you well."

"Haruka picked it out for me," Raquel replied proudly, lightly grasping the collar of her blouse.

Clavis gazed at her steadily. "Then take good care of it," he said, his eyes narrowed. Then, he lightly stepped over the balcony railing and jumped high into the air.

"Wait!" Naoto instinctively grabbed onto the railing. But his worry was unfounded. Clavis easily jumped across the road to the rooftop of the opposite apartment building and turned around as he saw his pursuers climbing up. From there on, it was like watching a movie. Clavis jumped to the roof of the next building with ease, and Valkenhayn and Relius followed, as if they were running on an ordinary road. It didn't take long to lose sight of the three unusual figures. Naoto couldn't tell who had gone in which direction or where they were now.
All Naoto could understand was that, for now, a tremendous situation had been contained. When had the world become such a parade of incomprehensible events that defied his common sense? Staggering slightly, he turned to look back at the scene visible from the balcony, left speechless in shock.

Stumbling backward, Naoto stared at the scene inside the room from the balcony, speechless. 

In a word, it was a disaster. The window glass was shattered into pieces, scattered across the balcony and windowsill. Everything in the living room was overturned. The floorboards were gouged, the walls were dented, and there were several holes in the ceiling.

Considering that two extraordinary monsters—or three, if you counted Relius—had rampaged through here for a short period of time, it was almost a miracle that the damage was confined to Naoto's room and its surroundings.

Strangely, amidst the room that had been so mercilessly and indiscriminately damaged, the spot where Naoto and Raquel had been standing, the kitchen, and the teacup on the table were completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

"So... what do we do now?" Naoto slumped his shoulders and sighed deeply. It was as if a gas explosion had occurred. However, considering that the kitchen, the most likely source of gas, was undamaged, that explanation didn't hold water. He had no idea how he was going to explain this situation to Haruka and Yuki, the homeowners.

“Wait, Haruka!” Naoto looked up, startled, and jumped over the glass shards back into the room. He pushed open the sliding door next to the living room and looked inside. There, Haruka, covered in a blanket, was hugging a cushion and fast asleep.

"Mmm... fufu, squishy..." It was unclear whether she was talking or mumbling in her sleep, but she kept snuggling into the cushion. Her sleeping face was so peaceful that it was almost surreal. However, outside the range of Haruka's peaceful sleep, the aftermath of the battle left clear scars.

(So... he was protecting us. Me, Raquel, and Haruka. And probably the kitchen too.)

The realization hit him, and Naoto was stunned again. It was impossible for only certain areas to be completely unharmed amidst such widespread damage. And not just one place, but clearly multiple specific locations had been left untouched. Clavis had intercepted Valkenhayn, dealt with Relius, and managed to protect the bare minimum.

"I guess I should be grateful. But more than that, it's just unbelievable." Slumping to the floor, Naoto let out a wry smile. Raquel, who had been peering into the Japanese-style room from the side, let out a small sigh of relief.

"It's no surprise she hasn’t woken up. She’s probably under that man's magic. Until the effect wears off, she won't wake up no matter what disasters occur."

"Hey, is that really okay?"

"As long as she's asleep under the spell, there's no problem. ...Because he's that kind of man," Raquel murmured, adding the last part softly. Naoto scratched his head, feeling a bit uneasy about Raquel's words. 

“…You’re saying ‘that man,’ but he’s your father, right?” Both Raquel’s demeanor towards Clavis and Clavis’s attitude towards her felt somehow discordant. When he looked closely, Raquel wore a pained expression, shutting her mouth and turning her face away, as if to warning not to touch on the topic. It was obvious that there was something going on. Naoto felt awkward and couldn't continue the conversation. For now, he thought he should at least try to clean up the room before Haruka woke up. Just as he was about to stand up, he heard a strange, overly sweet female voice from the living room entrance.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what should we do about this?" 

Naoto quickly looked up and turned around. There stood a woman he’d never seen before. She was tall, with honey-brown hair tied up high. Dressed in a white jacket suit, her fitted skirt had a deep slit, showcasing her long, toned legs. With slender glasses perched on her nose and high-heeled shoes on her feet, she exuded an air of a capable woman. However, the voluptuous body line and particularly ample bosom hinted at more sexual allure than intellectual appeal.

Naoto didn’t recognize her.

When her unusual purple eyes found Naoto, she blushed excitedly and smiled broadly.