As Mrs. Kurohana exited the classroom, a cheerful voice broke the silence.
"Yes, and she's gone," the voice chirped, revealing itself to belong to a girl with indigo hair streaked with a hint of feline grace.
Her ears twitched slightly, hinting at her half-cat heritage. "I'm so happy I got promoted to be in this class," she added with a bright smile.
Another whispered comment drifted through the room.
"Yes, I'm glad this time we're only filling out forms... not like the first time they made us write all the names of Empress and lords from the beginning" It was a quiet murmur among students, some relieved that today's task was simple.
Meanwhile, Masakiro leaned back in his chair, glancing lazily at Tsuramo, who was scribbling furiously on his paper.
Masakiro rolled his eyes and muttered, "Hey, dude. Are you done yet? I don't get why you're going so slow."
Tsuramo didn't respond. He simply leaned back, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the paper.
His mind was wandering, observing the class around him.
"I know... This class is filled with students from divine families and renowned bloodlines," he thought silently.
His gaze flicked across the room, landing on a girl with striking blue and black hair, sharp teeth, and piercing red-black eyes.
She's a vampire... from the Nocturnis Bloodline, Tsuramo noted inwardly. Her aura was commanding, yet calm—an undeniable sign of her noble heritage.
His gaze shifted to a boy with a shaved head, exuding a quiet strength.
The Monk family, classic name. he thought. Gorgeously bold... and blessed with divine strength. People like him can even harm the unseen—something that might sound impossible to outsiders.
Tsuramo's eyes scanned further, taking in the diverse array of beings in the classroom. All these beings are powerful... but they're still low in level. So, how come the SS ranks are supposed to be much more powerful? I wonder...
His thoughts drifted to the moon witches, masters of illusion and lunar magic.
Their powers thrived under the moonlight, growing stronger as the night deepened—an ancient tradition passed down through generations of lunar sorcerers.
His gaze settled on a boy with glowing green eyes and a tail—a Vargan Clan member. From the Vargan Clan, Tsuramo thought with admiration.
A lineage of wolf demons known for their incredible speed and tracking abilities. Fierce warriors, deeply connected to nature and its secrets.
Finally, his eyes landed on a creature with dark scales and sharp claws—an imposing Drakari. Its presence radiated raw power.
A rare dragon-blooded being, he deduced. Known for destructive fire magic and resilience. They're often feared for their overwhelming power but not stronger than the Draklyn.
Tsuramo's mind raced with curiosity. All these beings are powerful, yet they're still at lower levels. That can only mean the SS ranks are exponentially more formidable. I wonder what kind of strength they possess...
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The bell rang through the classroom, signaling the end of the lesson.
The students, or rather demons, stood up and began heading toward the Demonic Commons—the classroom's version of a cafeteria, where they gathered to relax and socialize.
Tsuramo had just settled into his seat, hands crossed over his desk, his expression unreadable.
He looked at Masakiro, who was already approaching with a mischievous grin.
"Here," Masakiro whispered, sliding a mysterious drink across the table. Its dark, swirling liquid shimmered with an unearthly glow.
They Had named it "Inferno Elixir"—a potent brew known among demons for boosting energy and sharpening the mind.
"Have this, and your mind will be racing so fast, you won't be able to keep up," Masakiro said with a smirk.
Tsuramo raised an eyebrow, taking the glass. "My mind is already racing, with thoughts" he replied calmly, taking a sip.
His eyes flickered with a strange spark as the energy coursed through him.
Masakiro watched him closely, a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing.
He had seen that look before—Tsuramo was brewing up a crazy idea, and he knew the boy's mind was already working on something wild.
"Say," Masakiro began cautiously, "Aren't you a little curious about the SS ranks?"
Tsuramo didn't move, just leaned back and took another sip. His expression remained poker-faced.
"No, not at all," he replied dismissively. " But I want to know more about them. Since I'm here now, I want to discover every inch of this school."
Masakiro nodded, a mix of admiration and skepticism. "Well, good luck with that," he said.
"I'll just stick to learning the basics... and maybe a little mischief," he added with a grin.
As they continued sipping on their drinks, a girl suddenly appeared by their table, her golden hair shimmering like sunlight and her eyes sharp as blades.
She had a confident, bright smile and sharp teeth that hinted at her demonic heritage.
"Oi… hi! I'm Virelia Draklyn," she said cheerfully, waving a hand. "Nice to meet you too. I'm so excited to meet the demon lord's sons"
Masakiro and Tsuramo looked her up and down, both surprised by her striking appearance. Masakiro nearly choked on his drink, momentarily stunned by her beauty.
Virelia's voice was high-pitched but commanding.
"Mrs. Kurohana sent me here to collect the forms you guys were assigned to fill out," she said brightly. "And, just so you know, I'm the class captain. But also a guider"
She flashed a confident smile, her golden hair catching the light as she sat down beside them.
Her demonic bloodline was known as the Draklyn Lineage, a proud family of fire-blooded demons with the ability to control flames and resilience akin to the ancient dragons.
Tsuramo's eyes narrowed as he watched Virelia walk sit down beside them. "So she's Virelia from the Draklyn. I never thought any of them still existed. They were long forgotten—like that one sock that mysteriously disappears in the laundry—but when they do show up, they're dangerous, cruel, and majestic. Turn into dragons when they strike," He mused, eyeing her up and down, a mixture of curiosity and wariness in his gaze.
''She looks more strikingly beautiful in real life'' He thought again smirking slightly.
Masakiro scratched the back of his neck and handed over both their papers, a sly grin creeping across his face.
''Everything we wrote is absolutely accurate... no mistakes," he said, voice teasing but serious.
Virelia, with her usual bright smile, took the papers and nodded. "Got it. No mistakes," she chirped cheerfully before turning to walk away.
As she stood up and disappeared into the crowd, Masakiro leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming. "I wonder who she might really be?" he asked, turning to Tsuramo with a more curious tone.
Tsuramo shrugged. "Virelia Draklyn… from the Draklyn Lineage. They're ancient, powerful humans who can turn into dragons. Now, in this generation, they're rare—almost like that legendary Pokémon you hear about but never see. She's the fifth child and the second daughter. She can turn fires into objects and—" he paused dramatically, "—she's fast. Like, 'blink and you miss her' fast."
Masakiro's eyes widened a little, and he suddenly froze, staring at Tsuramo with a mix of shock and curiosity. "She hasn't unlocked the ability to turn into a dragon yet?," he said slowly.
Tsuramo nodded confidently. "That's right. But I've read about her family, and I know she's got the potential. She's probably holding back—saving her strength for something big."
Masakiro looked impressed. "How do you know all this?" he asked, voice a little awe-struck.
Tsuramo grinned mischievously. "What do you think I do when I run away from you? I go to the library and read about clans and lineages. I'm basically a demon history nerd. And I've read a lot about her family."
Masakiro chuckled, shaking his head.
"Wow, I need to follow you around more often. Maybe I'll learn to be a demon encyclopedia too," he said, taking another sip of the Inferno Elixir. "Although, I'd probably forget to breathe and turn into a pile of ash."
Tsuramo sighed, amused by Masakiro's joke. "Hey, if that happens, at least I'd know you'd go out with a bang," he teased.