[ Babyls – Royal One Classroom]
RRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!
The school bell didn't chime. It screamed. A shrill, magically-enhanced wail shook the very windows, signaling the end of class with a rather aggressive urgency.
Inside the Royal One, the Misfit Class sat at their desks, visibly tense.
Books were open, but no one was reading. Not a single pen scratched across a page. The pressure of the new term — the Rank Daleth ultimatum, the looming presence of bizarre tutors, and the fear of failure — had left most students paralyzed in their seats.
Even Asmodeus, usually sharp and attentive, was clutching his notebook a bit too tightly. This kinda feel like his mother illustrations.
"It's only the first day," Lied muttered. "Why does it already feel like I've aged ten years?"
"Because we're about to enter demon boot camp," Goemon replied grimly.
Then, the door to the classroom slammed open.
One by one, the tutors marched in, like bounty hunters on the hunt. Without hesitation, they grabbed their assigned students.
[ Courtyard – Farewell Moment]
In a corner of the courtyard, Iruma, Asmodeus, and Clara stood in a triangle, surrounded by the chaos of Misfits being dragged away like bags of potatoes.
Clara was already crying. "W-we're all gonna die…"
Asmodeus knelt and placed a hand on her shoulder. "No. We will endure. And we will grow stronger."
Iruma smiled gently. Despite his own nerves, he radiated a quiet confidence.
"Alright… Let's give it everything we've got," he said. "Once we're back, every single one of you will have reached Rank 4—Daleth.."
Clara sniffled. "You mean it?"
Iruma nodded. "I promise."
The three placed their hands together in the center.
"For the Misfit Class!"
A burst of emotional music would have swelled in the background—if not for the sudden tug of ropes and wings.
"Let's MOVE, you little worms!" Furfur's voice bellowed from the sky.
--
[ Somewhere Above the Netherworld – Furfur's Flying Platform]
Jazz and Alocer dangled helplessly, tied by thick ropes around their ankles, swinging beneath a floating platform. Above them, Sergent Furfur stood with his arms crossed, grinning down at them with predatory glee.
"WHY ARE WE UPSIDE DOWN?!" Jazz yelled, flailing.
"AND WHERE'S THE GROUND?!" Alocer added, spinning uncontrollably.
Furfur's grin widened. "Lesson one: fear heightens awareness."
Jazz:"I'm already aware of my lunch trying to escape—!"
Alocer craned his neck upward. "Where… exactly are we headed?"
Furfur flexed. "A place for adults."
The two boys blinked.
"What does that even mean?!"
Furfur just laughed as they soared further into the Netherworld sky, destination unknown.
--
[ Rocky Underground Cave – Vepar's Training Grounds]
Dark, jagged rock formations loomed overhead. The cave was eerily silent except for the wet sobbing of Lady Vepar, who crouched in the corner, surrounded by small puddles formed from her tears.
Goemon and Agarres stood awkwardly nearby, the silence dragging on.
Goemon scratched his head. "Um... Sensei, are you okay?"
Vepar, with water streaming from her gill-like cheeks, wailed,
"Y-YOUNG DEMONS ARE SCARYYYY!"
Agarres, who rarely spoke, actually muttered, "…Then why are you a teacher?"
Vepar suddenly stood up, eyes wide and dramatic. "Because—there are things—only crybabies can do!!"
She struck a dramatic pose, arms outstretched, face still drenched.
Goemon: "…What kind of things?"
Vepar:"FLOOD TRAINING!"
Without warning, water surged through the cave like a tidal wave. The two boys barely had time to scream before being swept off their feet.
Goemon: "IT'S TOO MUCH TRAINING!!"
[ Transition: Crocell's Studio – Afternoon Tea Time]
The sound of soft jazz played from a record player as Crocell Kerori cracked open the studio door. Her tutor, a tall, elegantly dressed demon with a massive yellow top hat, sat daintily sipping tea.
Crocell froze.
Her eye twitched. "YOU—!!"
Mr. Hat turned to her with a polite smile.
"Ah, Ms. Crocell. I've been expecting you."
She slammed the door open."THIS PLACE IS PRIVATE! I— I HAVE AN IMAGE TO MAINTAIN!!"
Mr. Hat calmly took a sip. "Your manager has already agreed to the arrangement. You are, after all, quite behind in your studies."
Crocell growled in frustration, steam nearly rising from her head. "If word gets out I'm training here—!"
In a sudden blur, Mr. Hat rose and cracked a glowing whip into the air, a gust of wind following its trail. His polite demeanor didn't change, but his eyes glinted dangerously.
"Sit, Kerori. It's time to balance your stage presence with real-world discipline."
Crocell gulped, then sat down stiffly.
"This is going to be hell..."
--
[ Perfume-Filled Classroom – Raim-sensei's Seduction Training]
The room was thick with a dizzying haze of swirling perfume, bottles stacked like trophies along the shelves. Clara and Elizabetta—or "X," as she was known on stage—sat stiffly on velvet cushions, red-faced and wide-eyed.
Across from them stood Raim-sensei, the infamous Seduction teacher, dressed in elegant silks and furs, her eyes gleaming beneath a bejeweled veil.
Raim (dramatically):
"You two... will become exquisite. Deadly. Dazzling. The kind of lady demons that can shatter confidence with a glance."
She clapped once, and glitter burst into the air around her.
"But make no mistake—this training is cool... and extremely difficult."
The girls exchanged a glance. Clara fidgeted nervously, cheeks puffed. Elizabetta adjusted her bangs, lips trembling.
Raim leaned in, eyes intense.
"So tell me—do you have the resolve?"
For a beat, silence.
Then Clara leapt to her feet, arms flailing.
"I'LL DO IT!!!"
Elizabetta followed, standing tall with a radiant smile.
"If it helps me protect what's important... I'll give it my all."
Raim smirked.
"Lovely~ Let the transformation begin."
[Barren Rocky Wasteland – Balaam's Brutal Training Grounds]
Asmodeus and Sabnock lay face-down in the dirt, their uniforms scuffed, breathing hard. Dust blew across the rugged terrain as towering cliffs loomed around them.
Above them stood Balaam-sensei, arms folded, staring down with cold eyes.
Balaam (flatly):
"Get up. You've only taken ten percent of what I had planned for today."
Sabnock growled, pushing himself halfway up.
"You call this... ten percent?"
Asmodeus, teeth gritted, forced himself upright.
"This is... humiliating."
Balaam's shadow stretched long across the ground.
"Each of your tutors has crafted a special plan—unique to you. To awaken the strength buried deep within."
--
[ Montage – Tutors Declaring Their Plans]
[Sergent Furfur, standing triumphantly on a balcony in a night club-like realm]
"I'll turn those two brats into ruthless negotiators and masters of strategy. Street-smart demons who can smell a trap—or set one."
(Jazz and Alocer scream as they're dragged into a smoky VIP lounge.)
[Lady Vepar, surrounded by waves in her flood-filled cave]
"I shall teach them the power of controlling emotion—and water!"
(Goemon swims for his life while Agarres rides a rising wave with a deadpan look.)
[Mr. Hat, sipping tea with ominous elegance]
"Kerori and Kamui will learn elegance, restraint... and persuasion. Even a stage persona must master real-world influence."
(Kamui faints under tea etiquette training. Kerori clenches her fists as she balances a stack of books on her head.)
[Raim-sensei, twirling amidst a heart-filled explosion]
"Charm! Seduction! Self-confidence! Clara and Elizabetta will become the finest temptresses in Babyls history!"
(Clara sneezes from perfume overload. Elizabetta spins into a dazzling pose.)
[Balaam, with a calm intensity]
"Sabnock and Asmodeus need force, discipline, and purpose. They'll rebuild themselves from the ground up."
(Asmodeus dodges a barrage of magic blasts. Sabnock shatters a boulder with a roar.)
[Final: Robin-sensei, with a goofy grin, holding a potted cactus upside-down]
"And Iruma and Lied will learn... THE ESSENCE OF THE BOW AND ARROW!!"
(The boys blink in confusion.)
Lied (whispering):
"Are we gonna die?"
Iruma (tired):
"Almost definitely."