Welcome To Demon School! Ryūko-chan & Iruma-kun [Volume III]

Chapter X [The Iruma I Know]

Episode Release Date: 17th December 2022

  To review the Misfit Class's progress, we begin with Iruma and Lead have no points earned, after such got snatched from a particular team. Alongside an unknown sum, due to gathering allies, Picero and Goemon have 8,200 points. Stealing from the first mentioned team, Elizabetta and Clara take on 9,400 points. The sneaky duo of Jazz and Schneider hold 12,800 points. Ruling over the beasts, Keroli and Camui hold what used to be 1,514,200 points reduced back to 14,200. What exactly happened to that is unknown, but the Tamarind Orge-Spider legs were assumed to be stolen, which is not against any rules, in their sleep and while the guarding creatures didn't know about. Hunting down the reign of night went Kaminari and Yanna at a staggering 1,516,000 points down to 15,000 as a sacrifice to desperately get out of a predicament that, just like the previous team, was not shown on cameras whatsoever. Finally, Asmodeus, Lavande and Sabro take the lead with 15,100 points in their arsenal. Now, without futher ado, let's get back to our leading team!

  Asmodeus's will to unleash his evil cycle brought heavy possibilities of death in the Harvest Festival, but was stopped by Sabro and Lavande. They managed to retreive the Flapple of 10,800 points, along with the Dorodoro Brothers' points. The latter were on the floor admitting defeat unwillingly, which surprised Sabro. Asmodeus questioned whether ot not his taller teammate called their undesired admission was anything but cooperative. "It sucks, but you three were stronger than us!" Said Ichiro, "Proper warriors have to admit when someone's stronger than them!" Niro and Lavande nodded at the fair sentiment. The latter was rather surprised at her opponents good sports as she looked at her male teammates. She stepped back to allow Asmodeus and Sabro to take a knee to the ground, extending their hands to the Dorodoro Brothers' with respect. "We may do any, but never bring bloody dismay to others partaking in the Harvest Festival, gentlemen." Smiled the knight, "If its code were to transform into something unlikely, one to have a carcass laying on the earth beneath our feetp, however different would this festival be no more what is claims to be for all to make merry?" "Indeed. We did end up struggling." Agreed Sabro, "As fellow students of the same master standing alongside the leading heir of the Royal Guard, it was an honour to fight you."

  Calming silence stood between the teams with warm smiles of sincerity. Ichiro and Niro took Sabro and Asmodeus's hands, demanding a rematch as well as claiming they wouldn't lose the next time they battle it out. The Misfit warriors stood confused as the sheer determination of their festival rivals all to take back their master. But please take note they were still dealing with a colossal case of mistaken identity as their master was Sergeant Furfur, not Balam Shichiro. "Next, let's head to a swamp! So we can drown you!" Challenged Ichiro enthusiastically. "Gator hunting, eh? Very well!" Replied Sabro. "Hey! Don't let them provoke you!" Warned Asmodeus. "Oh, we're not using our bloodline ability right now." Said Niro. "Have we just become unlikely companions of rivarly, Sir Asmodeus and Sir Niro?" Wondered Lavande in her feline curiousity. "I guess so." Said the latter, "And... wow. You're way more beautiful up-close, considering that you'll lead the Royal Guard soon. Ah... may I have you sign on something after this festival, Lavande-sama?" "Of course, Sir Niro." Smiled the cat demoness, "You and your brother make quite the squires of whom your master surely smile upon from miles away. If you'd like, the Royal Guard is always ready to welcome anyone with brilliance and incentive to defend our dearest Netherworld for outerdimensional threats." It seems like the two teams started to bond over competition.

  The wake-up alarm from Stolas Suzy echoed above and through the forests, signalling the start of a new day. On the second day of the Harvest Festival, the students largely fall into two groups- those who were already exhausted and the lively ones who were raring to go. Iruma and Lead woken up to stretch before having breakfast. Just in the trees above, a figure in black descended to the forest ground, startling the boys. "Grand is the morrow of our survival, my retinue." Said the figure after an exhale, "Behold this day marks the next chapter of what may unfold before the next cover of darkness reigns over the land. Now we must curtail temptations of exhaustion, to the labyrinth of merciless tides bring ever unforgiving content to those who fall shall be conquered." That monologue brought some awkward silence between them, Lead and Iruma were standing to figure if the mysterious participant was on their side. Their voice was quite unfamiliar, which made things even more confusing.  It took a minute for one person to realise who would be the only person in their class wearing the mask of unfathomable words. "Onē-chan, is that you?" Asked Iruma, "Whatever you said just now really is... sort of a mouthful..."