Welcome To Demon School ! Iruma Kun 『 Sasuke Uchiha 』

The halls of Babyls echoed with the usual morning chaos, but for the Misfit Class, it was just another normal day—if "normal" included absurdity, danger, and drama all in one.

Iruma walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets, calm and composed. His face showed his usual gentle smile, but hidden beneath the smile was something sharper, colder—something that lingered in the glint of his half-covered eye. A cursed aura simmered beneath the surface, always watching.

On his left, Clara skipped with boundless energy, chattering non-stop.

"And then I added spicy jelly to the cake and boom! The flavor EXPLODED like—POW!!"

"Clara-san, that is an abomination to taste itself," Asmodeus sighed, eyes narrowed in disapproval. "Please restrain yourself from feeding Iruma-sama such monstrosities."

"Ehh?! But Iruma will love it! Right, Iruma?"

Iruma chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his hair. "Let's just... get to class."

The trio turned the corner and stepped into the Misfit Classroom.

CLANG!

SWISH!

FWIP!

The air shifted.

Iruma's sharp senses picked it up immediately—too many sounds. Too close. A sudden ambush.

Without a word, his body exploded into a storm of Purple crows, the swords slicing through empty air. Feathers whirled wildly, obscuring everyone's view, the classroom filled with gasps.

Students backed away, startled.

"Wha—where did he—?"

The crows vanished in an instant.

And there, standing silently behind the group, was Iruma. His presence was different—still and heavy, like the eye of a storm. One eye, partly hidden by a dark headband, twitched.

He stared at the stunned students.

"…How much did you guys bet?"

A pause.

Sweat formed on a few foreheads. Someone coughed awkwardly. Another tried to whistle.

Iruma's eye twitched again, this time in visible irritation.

"…Now I understand why Grandpa always said you guys were troublemakers."

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The classroom was still buzzing after Iruma's dramatic dodge. The lingering feathers on the floor were proof it had happened—he had literally turned into a storm of crows and reappeared behind everyone without a scratch.

"Woooow! That was so coooool!!" Shax Lied squealed, stars in his eyes.

Ix Elizabetta giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. "He's so Lovely "

Gaap Goemon clapped his hands with a sparkle in his eye. "So silent… so swift…i Would like to see that again?!"

Even Caim Kamui, always lounging around, gave an impressed whistle. "Didn't know You had that kind of style.You are a gentleman Honor student! Iruma kun."

Iruma just scratched the back of his head awkwardly, chuckling softly as he took a seat on an empty bench nearby.

Just 1.2 seconds later—

SLAM!

Clara and Asmodeus Alice burst through the door.

"Iruma-chiii! You went all feather-feather and puff!! That was sooo cooool!!" Clara cheered, throwing her arms up.

Alice, however, looked like he had just witnessed a miracle. He rushed to Iruma's side.

"Iruma-sama… that crow technique… It was glorious! Elegant! It reminded me of—dare I say it—Just like my own flame but color differences!"

He sniffled dramatically, sparkles in his eyes. "Your power has bloomed again…!"

Before anyone could react, a notebook came rolling across the floor with a soft thud. It spun, and stopped perfectly at their feet.

Jazz strolled in lazily, hands in his pockets. "Alright, alright. Who had their bet on Iruma-kun dodging? Winner takes the pot."

Several students leaned forward, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

But Alice suddenly flared with irritation. "A bet?! You turned Iruma-sama's life into a GAME?"

Iruma gently placed a hand on Alice's shoulder. "It's fine, Azz. Let it go."

Alice simmered down, though his eyes were still fiery.

Shax Lied grinned and leaned closer. "Iruma, you were the only one who dodged all the swords. But…"

He tilted his head toward the door.

"There was someone else... Someone who didn't dodge. He took every single hit."

Iruma blinked, confused. "...What?"

BOOM.

The door swung open.

In stepped a demon twice Iruma's size. Muscular. Towering. Radiating raw energy.

Sabnock Sabro stood tall, his body literally covered in swords. Blades poked out of his shoulders, arms, and even his back—but somehow, not a single drop of blood.

He looked completely unbothered.

"Hmph. Someone cowardly would dodge," Sabro declared, proud and loud. "But I, the future Demon King, shall face every attack head-on!"

Iruma stared, stunned. The room was silent.

Then… something changed. In that moment, Iruma looked into Sabro's eyes.

He saw it.

A spark. A light.

Not madness. Not arrogance.

But conviction.

The same kind of fire Iruma had seen in stories, in people who chased dreams. Like Naruto. The kind of burning spirit that never gave up.

Iruma smiled, genuinely impressed.

"…Oke, cool," he said simply.

Sabro gave a confident smirk.

And just like that, respect was born.

But.....

 The energy in the classroom shifted. Sabnock Sabro stood in the center, his towering frame rigid, arms crossed, swords still stuck in his body like he didn't even notice. His glare was locked on Iruma.

"A true Demon King wouldn't cower from anything!" he barked, voice booming like thunder. His pride swelled like a stormcloud.

Murmurs around the class buzzed like flies.

"That's Sabro for you…"

"He took all those swords head-on…"

"But Iruma dodged like it was nothing!"

Sabro's brow twitched, his fangs showing.

"I've heard the rumors," he growled. "You fought Asmodeus during the ceremony and beat him. You clashed with Kalego-teacher and made him your familiar. They say you're powerful."

He stepped closer, eyes blazing.

"But you—" he pointed directly at Iruma "—dodged. You looked like a cowardly demon. Are you even worthy of being called one?"

The room went dead silent.

Clara stopped mid-bounce, eyes wide. Alice took a protective half-step forward, fists clenched. Even Jazz raised an eyebrow.

Iruma stared back at Sabro with unreadable eyes.

"…The part about the teacher…" Iruma spoke softly, his tone calm but firm. "…That wasn't revenge. It just happened."

But the air shifted.

Suddenly—a pulse of something dark.

His expression didn't change, but his body moved.

Black feathers burst in the air.

In a blink—Iruma spun backward, performing a flawless backflip kick that landed squarely against Sabro's chest.

CRASH!

In seconds, Sabro was slammed into the classroom door, cracking the frame on impact.

Gasps exploded around the room.

"WOAHHH!!"

"He sent him flying!!"

"How'd he move so fast?!"

Clara twirled in place, squealing, "Ooooooohhh!! IRU-KUN IS SO COOOOOOL!!" She started calling out, "Eggy-sensei iiiii!! Did you see that?!"

Asmodeus Alice, of course, was practically in tears.

"Magnificent! That ! That precision! That elegance! Truly worthy of Iruma-sama!!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Students erupted into applause, some still staring at the swirling feathers settling onto the floor.

But at the door—

Thud.

Sabro didn't hit the ground.

His leg was caught—by Kalego-teacher , who had appeared silently, expression blank as usual. Sabro now hung upside down, his arms dangling, one sword falling off his back and clattering on the floor.

"...No fighting during class, Huhh it's You !" Kalego muttered coldly, eyes narrowed at them both.

But Iruma wasn't looking at Kalego.

He was looking at Sabro.

And Sabro—still hanging—was staring back at Iruma.

His eyes were glowing. Not with rage. Not with hate.

But with something fierce. Something real.

The look of someone who had just found their true rival.

A grin formed on Sabro's upside-down face.

"This is gonna be fun," he muttered.

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Sabro still hung upside down, his leg firmly caught in Kalego-teacher 's grip like a disobedient bat. The class had fallen into stunned silence… except for Clara, who was still humming her "Iruma is cool" song in the background.

Kalego's gaze swept across the students, feathers still scattered from Iruma's earlier move.

"Idiots," he muttered, finally letting go of Sabro, who dropped to the ground with a heavy THUD.

"You think this is a battlefield? Shouting, fighting, throwing each other around—do you all have bird brains now just because Iruma turned into crows!?" His voice echoed, sharp and dry. "Do you have any idea how loud you were?"

Iruma laugh , "just like you teacher kalego. Yesterday you also turn into a crow also"

Asmodeus laugh while holding his mouth and clara laugh while swirling around kalego .

The students immediately stood up straighter.

Kalego continued, his expression stone cold. "Other classes could hear you across the whole hallway. Congratulations. You're now the most annoying classroom in the school. Again."

"But!" he suddenly smirked, eyes gleaming darkly. "Lucky for all of you idiots—today's activity doesn't need classroom manners anyway."

He rolled out a long scroll and slapped it onto the board.

"Flying Race Competition. In the air. Now."

Excitement rippled through the class.

"Whaaat?! A flying race?!"

"Ooooh I've been waiting for this!"

Then teacher kalego said to all of them to shut up or else, "I'm gonna crush you all with my demon wings! Shut up."

Clara was already running in circles, flapping her arms.

But Iruma just smirked from the back, leaning on one leg, arms crossed.

His cold energy surfaced in his eyes as he spoke, his voice low but calm.

"…You shouldn't disrespect the Students," he said coolly.

The room froze for a second. Was Iruma… being sarcastic?

Kalego narrowed his eyes but didn't speak.

Iruma's smirk widened just a little.

"Teacher Kalego…" he continued, slowly walking forward. "You were assigned to the Misfit Class because you injured a student before, right?"

The room gasped. Clara paused mid-flap. Even Sabro's eyebrows raised.

"Who , Which one! Iruma-chi which one did eggy sensei Beat"

Then teacher kalego said with smirk, "Yes i beat the crap out of him ." While looking into iruma eyes

Iruma tilted his head slightly, looking fake-innocent.

"Wow… so scary~" he added with quiet mockery.

Twitch.

In his mind.

[ ֎ A vein popped on Kalego's forehead.

He growled, slowly turning his head.

"It was YOU and your damned grandpa that got me stuck here with this cursed classroom in the first place!! That charred old demon—AUUUGHH!!" ֎]

He tugged at his collar and stormed toward the door, muttering curses under his breath.

"That char demon…"

Iruma just walked past him, same smirk still on his face.

Behind him, Clara bounced after him, giggling. "Eeeeh~ Iruma's chi spicy today!"

Asmodeus followed proudly. "That perfect … once again, Iruma-sama you proves yourself as my king yet again ."

Sabro, still rubbing his neck, let out a laugh. "Tch… You are interesting."

And with that—

The Misfit Class marched out for their flying competition, with chaos, sarcasm, and rivalries brewing stronger than ever.