After Dante and Vergil had somewhat reconciled, well - probably only to settle the other troubling matters first, Vergil had never expected for his sword to act differently to any other person other than Nero.

It makes sense - Nero was his son, that he somehow didn’t know about. Okay - he knew, just a few bits and pieces, he was still unsure because hell, he doesn’t even remember how that happened. So in his opinion, it made sense that his Yamato reacted different - like trying to hint that Nero was his son.

Through some sort of miracle, if he can even call it that, he and Dante managed to get out of the underworld. He doesn’t know how, or why - and he doesn’t know if he should complain or not.

Now that he’s no longer in search for power like some crazy freak, he supposed that he’ll just settle down with whatever family he had left.

The only available choice? Devil May Cry.

So now - he kind of just lingers there. Maybe tags along on missions, but he doesn’t go often - leaves that job to the ‘professionals’ as what Dante calls himself, Lady, and Trish. Vergil can handle demon missions just fine. He can take them on, no problem - the only reason Dante doesn’t allow him to go solo yet is because he’s still a little fishy in his eyes. Because after all, having to go after him again would be tiring - the first few times were more than enough for Dante.

Now, he may not go on solo devil missions - yet - but that doesn’t mean Dante doesn’t give him other missions for him to do. Sometimes it’d be simple, organize a few things (even though he doesn’t like being ordered around, he begrudgingly does it), talk with Nero - y’know, father and son bonding or whatever, and -

Apparently, babysitting a rookie and helping them train.

“You’re slow.” He calls out, his hands on the sheath of his sword - eyes focused on the figure in front of him.

Then he feels it.

The slight, barely noticeable rattle of his sword - like it doesn’t want to be wielded in this fight. Like it doesn’t want to swing at your own weapon. And the slight aura it’s exerting - faint, blue light dispersing into the air.

His brows scrunch together slightly in contemplation, but he pays no mind to the rattle of his sword - drawing it out of its sheath, feeling the way it felt like it was trying to escape from his grip.

He doesn’t know why’s this happening, even Yamato didn’t react this far when encountering Nero.

And when his sword clangs with your weapon, it rattles even harder a little - making him pull back momentarily, looking at the sword.

“Is there something I’m missing? It isn’t supposed to act like this.” He grumbled quietly, eyes flicking to yours after glancing at his lightly trembling Yamato - narrowing as if he suspected you had done something to his sword.

“such power. what did you do?”