The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 127 The main drama begins

As the melodious waltz music flowed like moonlight, Fenyu, holding Fukaros's hand, stepped into the dance floor where light converged.

Then, he froze.

Before attending the banquet, the robin did teach him banquet etiquette, but the lesson in dance was clearly overlooked.

His feet felt like they were filled with lead, and his arms were like temporary prosthetics, completely unresponsive to his brain.

"My brain is issuing commands, but my limbs are lagging behind by a whopping 460ms ——————" Fen Yu thought to himself in despair.

He felt less like he was dancing and more like he was undergoing rehabilitation training for incoordination.

Fukaros sensed the stiffness in his body, a signal that was a mixture of tension and helplessness.

Far from being angry, a sly smile appeared in her beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

"Don't be nervous, just follow my rhythm," she said softly, her voice seemingly possessing a soothing magic.

The next second, Fukaros slightly increased the force in her waist and hands, a gentle force guiding Yu's body.

Her dance steps were light and precise, like a butterfly that touched the water's surface without leaving a trace.

At first, Fenyu was being dragged along passively.

He felt like a puppet on a string, either missing the beat or almost stepping on Fukalos's exquisite high heels.

His mind went blank, and he could only instinctively follow the force that was guiding him.

However, his talent for learning was on full display at this time.

Under Fukaros's patient guidance, Fenyu's brain began to work frantically.

He abandoned thinking about the complicated dance steps and instead focused all his attention on Fukaros—the frequency of her breathing, the arc of her waist twisting, and the rhythm of her footsteps.

It was as if he had downloaded a skill pack called "Dance Mastery," and his body began to become more coordinated at a visible speed.

From the initial "bronze-level positioning" to "silver-level following steps" and then to "golden-level synchronization," in less than half a dance song's time, he had evolved from a dance novice into a dance partner who could perfectly coordinate with Fucarus.

When the body is no longer a constraint, the senses are amplified infinitely.

A faint aroma, like the scent of bellflowers after rain mixed with sweet cream, wafted from Fucarus, lingering around his nose. It was sweet but not cloying, bringing a sense of peace.

Beneath his palm was her slender yet powerful waist, its amazing suppleness palpable even through the fabric.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, and the warm touch seemed to reach deep into his heart.

Rotate, approach, separate, approach again.

After an elegant spin, their eyes met and became entangled in mid-air.

Everything around them seemed to blur into indistinct blocks of color, and in the bright center of the dance floor, only the starlight twinkling in each other's eyes remained.

The smile on Fukaros's face was pure joy.

Fen Yu returned a gentle smile.

The music gradually reached its climax, then slowly softened.

During a close dance step, Fukaros slightly tiptoed and brought her rose-colored lips close to Fenyu's ear.

"You know what, Fenyu," her voice was as light as a feather brushing against my ear, with a hint of barely perceptible pride, "you're the first man—to dance with me."

The warm breath tickled Fen Yu's ears. He lowered his head and chuckled softly in her ear, "What a coincidence, you're also my first love, my goddess."

Arms intertwined, one person with their arm around the waist, the other with their arm around the shoulder, the two swaying slowly to the end of the music.

At that moment, they seemed to have an innate sense of compatibility; every movement and every glance was perfectly in sync.

They didn't seem like dance partners dancing together for the first time; rather, they were like two long-lost puzzle pieces that had finally been perfectly put together at this moment.

It seemed as if it were meant to be this way.

The song ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

Fen Yu held Fukalos's hand and did not let go immediately, but led her back to the small circle where Hephaestus and the others were.

Fukalos tacitly allowed him to lead her, as if this was the most natural state.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Hermes clapped exaggeratedly, floated over, and gave Fenyu a thumbs up.

On the other side, Takemikazuchi, Mih, and Hephaestus exchanged glances and revealed knowing smiles.

The love story between the main god and his child is a classic tale that you can watch again and again without getting tired of it.

With gods having descended to the mortal realm for so many years, stories of them falling in love with mortals are nothing new.

But each time, it evokes a profound and fervent feeling that transcends race and lifespan.

God's love is eternal. Once it is chosen, it will follow the soul to the heavens, the underworld, and even through countless reincarnations, never letting go.

In that moment of warmth and ambiguity, a loud voice resounded throughout the room.

"Everyone, did you have a good time at the banquet?"

The host of the banquet, Apollo, the sun god, appeared with his signature radiant smile, surrounded by a retinue of attendants.

Before they knew it, the music had stopped, and all eyes in the banquet hall were drawn to it.

He walked gracefully and came straight to Fen Yu and the others, facing them directly.

coming!

Fenyu and Fukalos exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes—the main event was about to begin.

They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Takemikazuchi and Michal frowned immediately, while Hermes lowered his head slightly, using his wine glass to conceal the barely suppressed smile that hinted at a show.

Hephaestus crossed his arms, looking puzzled, since they had no real connection with a regrettable god like Apollo.

"I'm happy that everyone had a great time, and that makes my banquet meaningful."

Apollo delivered a formulaic opening speech, and the guests gradually formed a circle around him.

After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries, Apollo, wearing a laurel wreath, fixed his red eyes precisely on Fucarus.

"It's a bit late—Fukaros, my family members were really taken care of by your child the other day."

Apollo's smile was radiant, but he emphasized the word "take care" in his words.

"Really? You're welcome."

Fucarus's response was calm and succinct, causing Apollo's smile to freeze for half a second.

"My child was seriously injured by your child, and I expect you to provide compensation!"

Seeing that his preamble was ineffective, Apollo stopped wasting words and got straight to the point, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"Apollo." Takemikazuchi stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, it was your child who provoked us first, and the Ganesha Familia has already punished both sides. Let's leave it at that and not make things worse."