Picero lazily floated to the finish line. It wasn't that hard to do, just navigate the path the earth tells you to go and you'll end up where you need to be, so he could nap most of the way. Unfortunately he got swamped by that annoying Valac girl. "Hey Hey, where's Izu-Kins!? Why's he taking so long!? He's supposed to be super fast and strong, you know!?" She screamed as she shook his bed.

"I don't know. Maybe he died...ugh! Can't I just get some rest?" Seriously, why was she bothering him of all people? He wore a mask to avoid eye contact.

"No! No! He isn't dead! My friend's too tough and powerful to die here!"

"Speaking of which, Sabnock isn't here either. Assuming he kept going on his route towards Cutthroat valley when we last saw him, he probably ran into the Guardian." Asmodeus pondered on. Great, more people talking. "Is it possible Midoriya chose to run after him? Why? Even he acknowledged the dangers of that path."

"You mean aside from the knowledge he is a seeker of trouble?" The white-fur covered guy, Goemon or something, shrugged. "Mayhapes he's trying that whole friend thing with Sabnock. You must admit, between all of us in the classroom, those two likely have the most in common." Murmurs of agreement could be heard. Why can't people let him sleep for a second?

"No way! I'm his friend! His first friend! We both have green hair, love smiling, and saying a whole lotta words out loud to express our feelings!" Damn it all! This Izuku guy was causing way more trouble for him than it was worth, and he wasn't even here. "We have the most in common! That makes me, like, like his best friend or something!"

"Silence. The test is over." Kalego-sensei spoke words that were music to his ears. The symphony of no one else talking followed soon afterwards. "The official rankings will now be announced."

"Hey! HEY! You can't just start without Izuku-kins, Aggy-teach!" Where does that nickname come from?. "We still gotta wait for him to come back!" She shook the flagpole, as if to signal to her 'friend'.

"No exceptions. Anyone who is late or dead will be left behind." After he said that, a harsh fierce wind came over everyone. Aw man, now it's going to be impossible to sleep now. "What the-The Guardian of Cutthroat Valley! What's it doing here?" He prepared a spell to blast it. "Stay back everyone! I'll handle it.

Huh, a giant bird. It's feather's looked nice. Maybe it could make a decent pillow. After all, the two people riding it seemed to enjoy it. "Hey everyone! We made it back without dying!" The shorter green figure stood up and waved to everyone, showing a bright smile that actually made it hard to look directly at him, while the taller blonde one sat on his knees, looking beat up and slightly baffled.

"Wait, don't tell me…" Jazz, as well as the other misfits, looked spooked and in awe. "Izuku and Sabnock are riding that thing!?"

"Yay! Izuku-kins! You made it! That's my best friend for you!"

"Riding the guardian..?" Asmodeus seemed to be in a conflicted limbo of admiration and irritation. "Midoriya actually managed to tame that monster?!"

Oh boy, this was going to be a whole thing, wasn't it? Oh well, at least Izuku was cool enough to warrant staying awake..for the moment at least.

Schneider Allocer took care to learn many things in life, believing fully well knowledge was power. He learned politics when he was 4, quadratic formulas by 8, and when he reached 12 he achieved it, the last day he ever got a question wrong, studying mythos because it was important to culture. Even though he found it ridiculous, I mean come on, 'humans', a race that pathetic can't possibly exist without dying out after three generations.

The point was, he was well aware of everything. This left a gaping hole inside of his heart however, a yearning for new knowledge to discover. Sadly nothing in this school could offer, until he saw Izuku Midoriya, the most confusing demon he's ever met. Every action he took seemed more contradictory than the last.

"Alright students, line up in the order you came in, except you two." He pointed at the boy in question, along with Sabro Sabnock, who were put into a dirt patch corner wearing signs that had the word 'Danger' Moron' and 'Senseless Moron' engraved into them respectively. "Sit there until the end to think about how you're morons."

And that they did, Sabnock looking more introspective and calm then he had ever seen before, as if he was considering something he just saw … until Clara Valac started to throw rocks at him. "What the heck brat!?"

"That's what you get for being mean to Izuku-kins!" She laughed maniacally.

"Stop that Clara." Izuku Midoriya tried to give her some restraint and pacify the situation.

"No, everyone is free to pelt them with stones. It might actually knock the lesson into their heads." Kalego Naberius Sensei spoke with a malicious grin and eyes full of danger.

"So our teacher is spite incarnate, lovely." He overheard Jazz speak, and sadly he couldn't disagree.

"Now then, this is the Ranking Owl." He gestured to the beast, a three eyed owl with black horns and a pouch. Perfectly natural among their species, he didn't get why he saw Izuku's eyes widen out of the corner of his eye, muttering about 'horn commonality' or something like that.

"It watches all of you from start to finish. You reach into its pouch and pull out a badge. These will reflect your starting ranks. You can rank up later, but this is your current capabilities. Unless you were holding back." He glared at a few students in the back, who ignored the teacher entirely.

Alice Asmodeus was called up first, as he was the one that actually crossed the line first, using an impressive display of speed and propulsion of flames, albeit looking more unrefined compared to his other techniques. The pink haired boy reached into the pouch, pulling out a golden badge shaped like a pentagon, two golden horns jutting out on the top. Showing it to the class, it revealed the symbol for Dalet(4).

"Wow, impressive." Elizabetta Ix exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Thine is truly the strongest in our humble classroom." Goemon Garp spoke while waving his hand around.

Sabero Sabnock likely would have said something if not for his current conversation with Izuku Midoriya, something about 'rivals' and 'cool'. He could listen but the rankings proceed in terms of important information.

The commotion made sense, Dalet(4) wasn't meaningful per say. The crazy part was that it was an average among adults, meaning to have it as a mere first year proved exceptional talent. Usually first years were only Aleph(1) or Bet(2). After that there wasn't much fanfare, simply divided into one of three groups.

The first off, the Aleph(1) group full of unmotivated students. Goemon Garp who was busy talking to everyone rather than making his way through the track himself, Kamui Caim who was busy screaming in joy as he was kicked by the two female students, Pierco Agares who was simply napping and letting his magic guide him here, which is likely the only reason he's here at all. Lied Shax who was gaming on his Lameboy the entire trip, and sadly himself, who was busy taking note of the fascinating environment for later.

Next was the Bet(2) group of average students. This consisted of Kerori Croccel and Elizabetta Ix, who both simply had a conversation to pass the time as they flew ahead of everyone. In all honesty it was surprising Kamui Caim didn't share the rank for making it there with them. Also there was Soi … that's strange, he can't remember that guy's last name.

Finally the Gimel(3) group of decent students. This included Jazz , who wished to congratulate everyone who made it with a pat on the back as he stole a dollar bill from their pockets. And surprisingly Valac Clara as well.

"I refuse! How in the world did she get Gimel(3) of all ranks, she didn't even fly!" Alice Asmodeus

"Yes I did, I was riding on you Azz-Azz!" She defended with a smirk.

"That doesn't count! You need to do it on your own merits!" He yelled.

"Apparently luck counts as an own merit to the ranking owl. Now settle down. Morons, you're up!" He shouted to the two students.

Sabro couldn't have been more annoyed at this moment. After finally discovering his one true rival in this school, he had to endure the mockery of the weaker students as they were given their ranks first. What sense did that make!? The honor student does the coolest stunt within the first week of school before even being ranked, and that apparently deserves ridicule? It was that damn teacher's fault! Adults could be so disrespectful.

However, his annoyance was downplayed by his thoughts as he made his way to the ranking owl. What did he do, compared to the actions of the honor student? Go where he was told not to and pick a fight with an angry mom trying to kill him for being near her child? One far out of his league and likely to kill him anyway? He was going to die in such a fashion, but then the honor student comes in and pacifies the beast as if it was a puppy. It bowed down to them, no, to Izuku, as if he were a king.

Hah, if he was told the events of what happened earlier today, he would've been laughing his head off right before eviscerating the fool that told him such a ridiculous tale. Lowering one's defenses, getting on their knees and willing to give up the advantage? No demon in their right mind would ever do so. They would never be weak.

But that kid, he wasn't weak. He had a different kind of strength from the kind he was seeking. Not born from muscles built in lifting, nor from smarts gained from reading. He just had a way with people that got them to be pacified. He literally found fighting pointless. Apparently, it was more worth it to use one's strength for others' advantages, at least that's what he gathered when the two talked.

'It's, it's not like I didn't trust you to take it on your own, I don't doubt your strength, but, when I saw you being attacked, nearly breathless and about to be mauled, I, it's like my body moved on its own. I don't know if you would've asked for help, but at that moment, it looked like you needed it.'

The idea of helping someone out of sheer instinct, to risk their life for it. On paper it seemed ridiculous, and to some part of him it was, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that the idea seemed so COOL! Now he understood how the honor student worked. He didn't need to prove he was badass, he would just go how he liked and let the results prove itself!

He had these thoughts as he pulled out his ranking. Silent as everyone looked it over with him. "A Bet(2), really?" Lied asked with wide eyebrows. "Could have sworn you'd at least be a Gimel(3) for going on that crazy trip."

"It doesn't matter. If this is where I am now, then I know where I need to go from here." After nearly dying, this was hardly a setback. All he needed to do now was climb the ranks until he reached the top.

"Alright, let's right wrap this up. You, last moron!" Kalego-sensei yelled at his now sworn rival. "Get going!"

"Yes sir!" Izuku shouted, walking over to the owl. "Please be a Bet(2), please for the love of god be a Bet(2)." He muttered as he made his way over. With how his own ranking went, guess it wouldn't be a surprise for it to be that low, unfair as it was.

"Does thou think it will become a Dalet(4) such as Asmodeus?" Goemon asked the others.

"With Izuku you can't be sure." Asmodeus said with a hint of an eye role. "I've almost given up trying to understand him."

"Who knows, maybe he'll get something completely random and new." Jazz suggested.

"Stop being moronic you lot." Kalego-sensei commanded the group. "The Ranking Owl is a fair judge who never strays from its job. Never in the five thousand years we've relied on it has it failed us in any way or form. Their kind even took a vow of silence, never speaking to anyone for any reason." He was interrupted from his lesson/lecture as the very owl began to scream at the top of it's lungs. Kalego-sensei's eyes began erratically twitching. "Or the Honor Student gets to ruin my day once again!"

"Calm down, it's okay, there's nothing wrong! Unless I'm doing something wrong!" Izuku shouted as the owl flew away. "Wait a second, I never got my rank!" He shouted, hand raised at the bird. A hand that now supported a very odd object on it. "Huh, how'd this ring get on me?"

Everyone stared as Sabro remembered a tale. The only type of story his dad told him that he truly enjoyed, the kind that involved the Demon King. This one involved the prophecy, the fortune of the next Demon King to walk the lands and replace the missing king.

'He shall make one and all his loyal subjects! He'll make blood packs and heal them all! He'll descend from a foreign realm, and wear the sacred ring of Solomon on his right hand!' Words that were forever engraved within his mind. He then replayed the events of the last few hours in his head, everything that Izuku regarded.

He walked up to a ferocious beast and tamed it.

His left hand was bandaged, and he said the baby beast was injured.

And his right hand now carried a golden ring.

He took a glance at Clara and Asmodeus, a servant and a soon to be one.

If he was from a foreign realm he could-wait a second, that wasn't right. He was the grandson of the chair demon! Then again, from what he recalled, Izuku came practically out of nowhere, being first mentioned by the Chair Demon at orientation.

Nah, it's not like the man would kidnap someone. Also that can't be the ring of Solomon, none of the stories mentioned anything about a smoke monster that arrived from its vessel-his brain froze as he registered what he just thought.

'I have no frame of reference for what I just went through.' Izuku thought as he tried to process what he was seeing. He almost died multiple times today, but that was par for the course. Rescuing a student by taming a giant monster bird mom? A little strange but at least he helped out a person, so that kinda went into the backburner of his mental processing. But someone was actually thankful? That same person bowing to him and respected him enough to be their rival? Now that was unbelievable.

Almost more unbelievable than the eldritch abomination now attached to his finger. Made out of nothing but dark green smoke, it made a noise of some form of groaning. It looked at Izuku, frowned like it was disappointed in something, then started to scream at the top of it's lungs. A little annoying but it wasn't deafening. At least to him, apparently everyone else had to differ.

"Sweet lord someone shut it up!" Jazz shouted with hands clutched onto his head.

"It's like every bad noise I've ever heard rolled into one!" Kamui screamed out.

"Izuku if you don't stop that thing I'll burn your finger off!" Asmodeus threatened. That got Izuku motivated to stop it.

"Okay, this thing, whatever it is, woke up upset, maybe it needs to be put back to sleep?" He suggested. "Does anyone know a lullaby!?" He asked as he began trying to pet and rub the smoke.

"Oh, I do!" Clara ran up to the culmination of everything dark and foreboding. "Sleepy, Sleepy, Sleepy Times. Once you roll into bed, you'll never wake up again. Bye-bye, Beddy, Baby, Bye-bey." She sang in a terrible off key tune that made Izuku somehow wish to hear the smokey thing rather than her for once.

"Oh come on! Shut up, Valac! You're just going to make it worse!" Asmodeus protested. Today obviously wasn't going to improve either of their standings with him.

"No wait, I think it actually likes it!" Jazz pointed to the creature, who was..dancing? How was that the weirdest thing he's come across in this world? He's seen talking shoes that say they're fine in voices that don't belong to mortal ears! "It's actually kinda cute. Does anyone have a camera?"

"Let's feed it candy, it'll likely look really adorable while doing so." Kerori spoke with a smile and sparkles in her glasses.

"Don't enjoy yourselves, you idiots! Weren't you just screaming in pain from it a second ago?!" Kalego-sensei tried bringing some sense back to the class, keyword: tried, if it had any to begin with.

"Do not worry Kalego-Sensei. For I, Sabro Sabnock, shall take on this pathetic little-" The creature glared at him, and Sabro suddenly started wobbling in place. "What the heck, I can't feel my power!" He screamed, everyone turning in shock.

"Did, did it just steal his magic?" Lied asked. The thing then went to one of the bronze buttons on Izuku's coat and bit down on it, sparks and energy making an axe three times its size. "Ask fate a question, it stabs you in the balls." He replied in the face of the threat. The horror started swinging it around, obviously aiming it at the others. Everyone ran away in fear, except for Clara who ran in joy. Not exactly different from her version of playtime to be honest..

If the threat of being incarserated for murder didn't threaten his wellbeing so much, and they weren't in danger of injury or death, he might have found it amusing that something so tiny was chasing around his class. "Hey! Stop that!" The little spawn of darkness looked conflicted, looking at the other students and back at him for a while, before dropping the axe and making its way back to Izuku. "Alight, I can control it to some extent."

"Good thing you can at least keep your own magic under control." Asmodeus walked up to him, trying to gauge the creature. "Now I'm pretty sure I can.." The smokey monster gave one glare, and Asmodeus began to stumble where he stood. "What!? But I hardly did.." The glare became harder, and Asmodeus actually fell to his knees. It looked like it took a lot of willpower not to fall flat on his face.

"Asmodeus-san! Are you alright!?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine after having such a lovely creature steal my precious magic-WHAT DO YOU THINK!?" The yelling was enough to repark the creature's anger as it began spewing fire from its mouth. "Don't use my own magic against me!"

"I swear on my life I don't know how this thing works!"

"Izuku! Calm down and let me see it." Kalego-sensei came up to him and spoke in probably the most caring tone he's ever heard him speak. "I'll just take a closer look and.." A sudden foreboding aura was felt between the demon and the human the moment the teacher touched his shoulder, making Kalego back away in fear, looking even more scared of him than of Opera.

"Sensei! What's wrong?"

"My arm..I thought it vanished. An illusion?" Kalego eyed Izuku, who didn't like how afraid the normally scary teacher was of him now. "No, it was threatening me." The man raised his arm high. "For the record, I apologize in advance, you shouldn't have had your potential threatened so shortly."

Izuku was well aware there was a level of power, far far beyond his capability. Even with heroes he experienced the gap. He just never expected to see it widen even further in a demon. For he did not avert his gaze, he did not avert blink at the sight before him. It simply shifted. One instance the man's arm was raised, the next it's frozen halfway to Izuku, stopped only by an index finger.

His mind hasn't even processed the sight before him in full before he heard scolding. "Kalego-kun, what do you think you're doing? Cutting off student limbs like that isn't how a teacher should act."

"Grandpa! You're here!" He wasn't fully aware of what Kalego-sensei was about to do, so seeing Sullivan stop him right before the mutilation was a huge relief.

"Of course I am, dear boy! I heard a scream I haven't heard in forever, and I had a feeling that you may have needed a little bit of help."

"More than a little, actually." Izuku sighed, and watched as the ring monster gave it's intense gaze to his demon grandfather. "Watch it, it'll..!"

Sullivan simply smiled, patting the creature on the head … which began to wobble as if drunk, clutching it's head as if it had a hangover. It was quickly sucked up back into the ring with a pop as people stared. "The Envious Taker Ring. Able to steal other's magical capabilities, but it has a tendency to seek it's capacity. Luckily I hit that right away by simply existing." He laughed as other students stared in a mix of awe and horror.

"That sounds pretty intense." He was glad for the explanation, but a small part of him still held some worry. This ring, it just took whatever magic was available without regret, stealing something these people have had all their lives. He briefly recalled an old legend of a quirk stealing villain that ruled Japan from the shadows, and his heart sank all the more deeper. "What if it goes out of control again!? What if people actually get hurt? Wait, if it's stolen, can I give the magic back? Don't tell me I've left them magicless! There has to be something..!"

His rant is cut off by a chuckle from his grandpa. "Relax Izuku-kun, when we get home I'll fix it all right away." He assured, now approached by Kalego-sensei.

"Speaking of, would you like to explain how he came into contact with such an object from the ranking owl?" He asked with a minor glare.

"The rank owl is known to leave surprises for anyone every once in a while! It'll be fun to see where this all goes. When you've lived for millenia, oddities are bound to pop up on occasion."

"That, that doesn't exactly help Grandpa." Izuku wondered if Sullivan enjoyed being intentionally vague about important details, or if he was just forgetful with old age.

"Oh, and by the way, once the ring is put on, you're stuck with it for life." He spoke without a single ounce of worry.

"How am I going to wash my hands?" Izuku asked as he stared down at the ring.

"You clearly have bigger concerns!" Screams Asmodeus.

"Now gather up everyone! I want to take a class photo so I can add it to the scrapbook!" Asmodeus's concerns went ignored by the Chair Demon as the rest of the students decided to comply, happy to put the last few minutes behind them like it never happened.

"Alright, let's take memories for how the rest of the year will be!" Lied cheered as Kalego let out a groan of despair.

"Now everyone say devi!" Sullivan cheered, making his three-sixes hand gesture for everyone.

"Devi!" The class copied, all the while Izuku gripped his right hand, wondering if this was going to be a problem now, almost forgetting one important detail.

"Wait, I never got ranked!"

It may have barely been the first week of school, but that hardly stopped troublemakers from running about making life difficult for those that strove to be exceptional demons, and thus, Ameri had to work twice as hard, maybe even three or four times harder, than everyone else to keep the peace within the school.

If some students were arguing, she would do everything she could in order to deescalate the situation at hand. If some delinquents wanted to cause pain on others, she'd either threaten them to stop, or remind them why they should listen to her threats to begin with.

"Mam, the execution cannonball regulations that need approval for the day." Smoke greeted, handing her a large stack of papers.

"Thank you Smoke, you may leave." She said. The purple skinned girl nodded and walked away, leaving Ameri alone.

She started to trail off her thoughts, letting them wander over to the current misfit class. The list of danger they presented to the school was immense, as the reason they were usually sent there, but this year seemed to be an even bigger list then the one before. How the heck are seventeen limbs broken playing a game of poker?

The most notable had to be Izuku Midoriya. Everywhere that boy wandered, something disastrous happened. Forbidden chants, fights, demons as familiars, Clara Valac(less spoken on that one the better), causing trouble with the shop keep, going into cutthroat valley, and now the awful screaming that ruined everyone's ears.

She rubbed her own, phantom pain throbbing in agony. Apparently the official story was that he got a ring that hasn't been seen in ages, just his luck right? No one could be this outrageous by sheer accident. He had to be a master planner, or simply abusing the power of his grandfather. Speaking of, she had … suspicions.

He was oddly passive compared to his people. He never gave an active display of casting magic that wouldn't be caused by external sources. There were no visible horns that rested on his head. And according to rumors he liked to train by walking to and from school, the ridiculous length that seemed overkill.

She wasn't one to question or doubt one demon's drive or ambition, but this whole series of chaos was just too suspicious to be ignored. Her father had instilled certain instincts within her due to the nature of his work, and it was because of this work she knew the truth about the world, the undeniable truth that humans were in fact real.

Others may mock her, but the fact was that only very few high ranking demons were aware of their existence, that for years, humans have made contracts with demons involving desires, mainly by summoning the most powerful of their kind to the human world. Rarely, if ever, would you find a human in the netherworld.

It got even stranger after, according to her father, the incidents known as 'quirks' started to appear. It allowed humans to look strange enough and demons to look normal enough to blend in with each other. You literally couldn't tell each other apart bearing a few common factors, and the powers they got could rival that of magic itself.

'It's too coincidental. The chair demon, one of the few truly aware, happens to bring his so-called grandson out of nowhere and begins causing untold amounts of chaos around him.' She had no idea what the intentions of this Izuku Midoriya were, whether he be a hapless victim of the Chair Demon or a deranged madman seeking endless calamity, but whatever the case, there was one solution. 'I must confirm my suspicions, and report him to the proper authorities if he turns out to be human!'

However, first things first. It was twelve, lunch time, where Ameri was able to be alone without any interruption. She made it plenty clear that she was to be left alone during this period, or she would give the victim thirty laps with a whip. She moved over to the bookshelf, pressing on a magic seal hidden under some books, until a loud click was heard.

A deep breath, an exhale, she prepared herself as she opened up the door to her most beloved possession from her papa. The only of its kind, an existence that is contraband to the world itself.

"The forbidden texts." She spoke in a barely audible gasp. She couldn't understand a single word that was written, but going by the images alone, it was truly a fascinating insight on how humans operated.

She opened up the first tomb with a smile, the first few pictures demonstrating a school girl running and bumping into a male student, who raised his hand out to her. Thus, activating the strange phenomenon of inducing red cheeks and a clutch on her chest. Maybe it's an attack, or a form of mind control. Oh how she longed to know what these letters meant.