Izuku was ecstatic! He finally broke down the woman's immense barrier of an uncaring attitude and wormed his way through to get her to train him! Sure it may have seemed a bit sudden, but Lizzy said he needed to think more optimistically about the people in his life, and this seemed like a good start.

Barbatos was in a hurry, taking him to Cutthroat Valley, which meant finally, finally he would get somewhere and not be left completely in the dust by the time the Harvest Festival rolled around! Although that did leave him one lingering question he probably should've asked over a week ago. "What exactly are you training me in?"

"Nothing." And Izuku learned in that very moment he should never hope for anything again. "Hold it, hold it! Before you start bawling, I should explain that, yes, while I can show you my particular skill set, there's no point in trying to train you in anything." The woman tossed a coin, hitting the ground with a snap.

"So, what, you're just going to give up without even giving ME the chance to try!?" Izuku let out his frustration. "Just like everyone else in my life." She raised her hand, giving him the sign to wait. That's when he noticed a particular scent in the air. "What's that smell?"

"It's a special aroma caused by the coin, it attracts dangerous beasts to us." She spoke without much care. Izuku himself didn't really flinch, having expected her to be insane even compared to the other tutors.

"Yeah, you REALLY should've learned something about my reputation before deciding to train me." He heard the roar of an approaching creature that was most definitely hungry for flesh. "So, are you some kind of hunter?"

"Hunter's putting it mildly, brat. I'm the Undead Archer." Barbatos smirked crazily, eyeing the flying beast that was coming their way. "Me and Robby are related, you know, but just barely. He comes from a branch of my family's main bloodline, which I happen to be a member of." She raised her hand high. "Quartz Quartz." Unlike the teacher's supposed energy bow, what appeared in the woman's hand looked … solid. He could feel it, like a very portion of her soul was being presented in front of him.

"You see, demons don't really have the patience to learn how to use these." She pulled back, a single magical arrow forming, dense energy cracking the ground from its mere existence. "So unless you have the magic necessary to cut a majority of the steps..." She released it, the object flying through the air and splitting into a hundred arrows impaling the beast and making it swiss cheese. "You'll never be able to learn a thing from me." That … was amazing.

"Now then, you fully understand why I can't teach you." Barbatos began to leave. "So just get a teacher with a better and close range thing if you really want a weapon."

"So it's basically like Quam-Quam, the spell we learned in Diabonty." Izuku's mind began racing with ideas. "It takes the wants and desires of demons and uses it to shape it to the users will. That seems simple enough. I don't see how I can't learn how to use it."

"Brat, are you fucking listening to me?" Barbatos jumped on top of him and pulled his face closer to her own. "Even if you had all the fucking magic in the world, it's not going to work out because no demon in their right mind would ever use a bow!"

"..." He just smiled at her. "Then clearly I'm not in my right mind." She looked very shocked for some reason, before getting up.

"Fine then, first step, make your bow." She grabbed a rock and tossed it to him.

"Alright." He breathed, focusing on the shape of a bow as he held the rock, but didn't see why. Maybe it was a beginners thing where they needed an object as an anchor, or maybe some form of channeling through material. Or maybe it was-

"You're muttering, brat. GET ON WITH IT!" Right, time and place.

"Quartz Quartz!" A bright light became a reality … becoming a brittle and rocky bow.

"Wow...I...I didn't have any expectations for you, like at all, but you somehow managed to make them sink lower." Barbatos sighed expectantly.

"Well maybe you could explain why I'm using a rock like this instead of making a bow the way you did." He deadpanned.

"Because I poured enough mana for the thing to become a solid base, kinda like a Magical Beast." And she could just do that on a wim!? "Besides, this is my Bloodline, so I automatically have a cheat. You...you just have no skill in this whatsoever." She looked away from him. "Dozens of demons have come to me, saying how cool it is, how they want to kill a thousand enemies within five minutes, but none of them, no student I ever took in had the heart for it. So I'm stopping you here by telling you: You. Can't. Do. This. Ever."

"Sorry kid, that's not going to happen."

"A quirkless hero? Get real!"

"I'm sorry Izuku!"

"You can't be a hero, nerd."

"You need to be more realistic."

And that was his breaking point. "If I make a bow, something sturdy enough, you're going to teach me how to fire it." He glared at her. "It doesn't matter how long it takes, if I make it, you'll train me."

She stared at him, kept eye contact for a long while. "... Sure, show me a bow that you can use, something that won't just break down, something that speaks to you, and I'll give you the chance."


Lizzy observed Izuku-kun and his thirteen piles of notebooks, next to his even bigger pile of materials, next to his even BIGGER pile of broken bows. "Aluminum is too soft, steel doesn't pull back easily enough, wood just doesn't flex, gold doesn't put itself back after you finally manage to bend it, crystal shatters after one shot."

"Kid..you're doing it again." She knocked him on his dense little head. "You're overthinking the situation, and it's only going to make you crumble as hard as that first bow."

"Overthinking?" He asked. "I need something that I can actually use to make a bow. I'd like to see you try."

"It's not the material that's the problem. Don't you remember the first lesson I ever taught you about magic? About it's limitations?"

"Right, the mind is the limit. It's falling apart because I'm not imagining a sturdy bow." He spoke, looking down. "Should I use a bunch of different materials then? No, it needs to be something I'm familiar with, something that won't matter because it's a part of me."

"Exactly! All the metal, mineral, and shit in the world won't make the difference. If you want to make a strong bow, then you have to make it out of something you WANT to make strong."

"Like … like … the ring!" Wait. "If I use my source of magic since the start of school, I've got a shot!" Shit!

"Now hold on there buckaroo, do you really need to use the ring?" She asked, nay, pleaded with the boy to consider. "It's my lifeline ya know." She pulled out a heart monitor.

"S-sorry, I got carried away." Damn right you did, you danger-junkie. "So something personal, something that holds a lot of value to me, something that I want to make strong…" He grabbed the notebook, aiming it. "Quartz Quartz!" The bow in question was a giant off page doodle of a bow. After a bit of testing, it functioned like a normal bow, but in two D. "... Well that failed."

"Hey, first try kid, nothing perfect on the first try." Though most first tries weren't that terrible. "You're still thinking of it as a notebook, when magic can shape it into literally anything else. Don't focus on what it's made out of, focus on what it COULD be made out of."

"Right." He aimed his hand out. "Quartz-Quartz." Wait, he wasn't holding the book! "Wait no no!" The ring was being used. Well, now was as good a time to die as any.

Lizy braced herself as the kid used the ring. She felt … off, like her entire being warped. After a second of not being dead, she opened her eyes. The bow in question was a golden masterpiece that had signs of green on it, looking much like Barbatos bow. "... I'm not dead! Praise the god of luck!"

"This is … odd." Izuku tapped the bow. "I was imagining how Barbatos used her bow, how she was able to summon it out of nowhere, but when I did, someone else came to mind."

"The green kinda reminds me of Clara in all honesty." A compartment came out of the side of the bow. He and Lizzy turned to each other. "Your bow, your rules."

Izuky nodded, reaching in and pulling out … "A Soda?" He asked. "Why would the thing act like Clara's magic?"

"Because you're thinking of Clara? Envy Ring, remember." Clara, the saint, who's magic felt like fluffy pillows being formed. "It's not that hard to imagine why. Her bloodline is like the baseline of all magic, constantly making what she desires to have."

"Oh right, I can take bloodlines." Izuku-kun spoke, looking around the bow. "I wonder … if I put my thoughts on Azz." In an instant, the bow caught on fire, but it didn't burn. "This … is giving me something." The boy shook the bow as it changed back to normal. "Alright, Quartz-Quartz." In another shifting instance, it became a gauntlet, before shifting back. "... Lizzy, I have a crazy idea."

Oh? "Well then, Izuku Midoriya, pray tell what crazy thing we're doing today?" She asked with an orange striped shirt and triangle shaped nose.

"You want to be the Jarvis to my Iron Man?" A second passed. Oh, Lizy liked where this was going.


"Damn that stupid brat. Actually thinks he has a chance at changing my mind." She saw the hopeful optimist before, as well as the down on their luck loser plenty of times, and none of them ever managed to surprise her.

The kid had determination in spades and the patience of a saint, which were the perfect attributes of an archer she could cultivate in something, but if he was like every other demon, which he no doubt was, then he would quit the moment he couldn't get the bow to form how he likes.

"It was the most pathetic sight I've ever seen." Maybe if she actually gave some encouragement, it could've formed into something semi-stable, but she's given out plenty of support in her life, and it all turned out for nothing.

"Someday, you'll find an archer like no other." Robby, the giddy idiot he was, would often tell her whenever a student walked out on her, and each time she felt more defeated than the last. She wouldn't allow herself to hope for something better. She wouldn't let anymore 'good jobs' go to waste.

Then a massive and rainbow colored arrow shot into the air … no way. She ran over the sight, seeing what was perhaps, and this is a testament coming from someone with her experience and family, the weirdest thing that Barbatos has ever seen in their life.

An ironclad Skvader stood before her. Wings more black and hard than any demon's she's seen, and what appeared to be bunny headgear adorning his ears. The outfit's main color was an emerald green, but trimmings of several colors covered it's arms, legs, and chest, and what looked like a wild, metal grin plastered on his face. The eyes were blackened, with a green of iris in each one.

The being looked at her, hand reaching behind their back and actually ripping off their wings, revealing it to simply be a bow designed to look like wings. "... I made my bow."

"Wh-what..what the.." Barbatos couldn't find the words. "How the hell did you..?"

"Well after I realized I could shape it to my imagination, my thought process ran wild and I was kinda stuck drawing with Li … myself." The brat seemed to correct himself. "Anyway, after figuring out how to utilize the Envy Ring's powers to its fullest, this is what I came up with. My hero costume. And for the record, I'm not a furry!"

"I mean, I didn't say anything until you brought it up.." She snorted, never feeling so excited for anything in her life! The kid actually had potential! "Quartz-Quartz and Quam-Quam are really no different from each other. So what kind of desire do you have that created all of this?"

"To be the Demon King, and to act like a hero that can save every Demon that reaches out for help." She could tell in his eyes that the grin under the mask matched the one outside, and she felt inclined to match it as well.

"You really are Sullivan's grandson aren't you? Insane in every positive manner there is!"

"You REALLY should've read up about me before you came here." He took off the respirator, giving her the full view of his determined face. "I'm the honor student-danger-junkie Izuku Midoriya, also known as the hero One For All, president of the Magical Apparatus Battler and leader of the Calamity Cult."

"Now that's something I can get behind. Alright, let's bring out the guardian of the valley and have it fight you to near death!" She shouted.

"Oh, but I already tamed it after I healed it's baby."

"... Then we're moving on, let's find the next dangerous giant monster!" This was gonna be worth it, she knew it.

"Yes mam!"


Stolas let the girls of the Succubus Battler place makeup on her face. It felt nice to be pretty for the camera after all. "Alright people, places! We have five minutes until show time! Frankli, for the love of devi, fix that light or so help me i'll shove a sand bag so far up your ass-" Such nice little flowers these students were.

"Stolas, remember, we're doing four routes this year. Not three, not four." Dalton spoke to her like she was suffering from dementia.

"And you remember who put in all that late night work fixing up the stage, little punk Dalton." Dalton looked surprised. Why did he always do this? It was the same conversation as last year, and the year before, and so on. "The Harvest Festival is the one time of the year me and my Battler can go all out."

"I see, well I really do hope your guys can rank up, and not just leave it to my Battler stealing the possible spots again." He smirked in a way that caused nearby plants around her to flare with anger, like she was feeling.

"Now, now, now's not the time to talk about you stealing the spotlight, now's the time to figure which student's of the current year will take it." So many little buds could bloom this year, it was hard to tell which one she was most excited for.

"And we're on!" Bathin Baraki shouted to the teachers.

"It's getting colder, days like this are perfect for hot meals."

"Mew, in this season, foods are more nutritious and taste better than ever."

As teachers of Babyls, they were perfect experts at putting away emotions.

"You know, this shouldn't just go to us. I want all our students to partake in this meal." Dalton spoke in their normal cheesy tone.

"True, but a few teachers can't just go out and get all those ingredients themselves, can they?"

"Then how about we have the students gather the ingredients themselves!"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mew. I have a garden just out back for them too. We'll call it the Harvest Festival!" Wow, they could hear the screams from all the way over here. The Broadcast Battler was currently rushing to cut out background noise.

"After all, nothing marks the makings of a true demon than gathering food from the jaws of death!" That one was somehow always delivered the most genuinely compared to any other line they said.

"Mew, yes. A whole garden ripe for the picking. An entire jungle right in the backyard of Bablys! The ingredients available are listed by point value." It was displayed. "The more dangerous the ingredient, the more it's worth. Nothing beats the Legendary Leaf however, worth a whopping one hundred thousand points, Mew!"

"Now everyone gets hyped, because the Harvest Festival is essential for those that want to make it high in the ranks! Last year, Student Council President Ameri Azazel won, in her very first year to boot! Now she ranks at Vav(6)!" More cheering could be heard despite the distance.

"Anyone that succeeded in the Harvest Festival always makes a big name for themselves in the netherworld, so for those aiming for the top, this is an event you can't afford to miss!"

The ceiling crashed in, that was a new one. "Nice try, you all might be able to do some minor gathering, but you're nothing compared to my students!" Raim spoke from the pile of teachers. She always knew the woman was insane.

"Now, don't be preposterous. It's obviously my gentlemanly stud and beautiful ladies that will clear out this festival no problem." Mister Hat tried to retort. How was he holding a cup of tea after that fall?

"Come on, clearly I've trained my students to take on the strongest there are. Therefore, mine will clear out the dangerous beasts." Balam spoke, uncaring of the fact he was still on the floor.

"Oh...I just have so much hope in my young ones...I couldn't bear it if I didn't see them succeed!" Lady Velpar cried. Stolas was suddenly reminded of one of her favorite students.

"Mine experienced true hell, clearly they'll win." General Furfur spoke out with a smirk. "We can gamble if you want.

"Please, it's pointless to do that. I only had one student and they'll be better off than anything you could possibly come up with." Barbatos replied. Never seen the woman so set on a pupil before, good for her. "One For All's going to take the entire festival by storm. He'll SMASH THEM ALL!" Mew, why did that name sound familiar?

"Nice try you all, obviously it's gonna be my students!" Robin shouted, as a dark presence approached. "Those two blonds are gonna go all the way to the top, just you wait-" Said teacher was grabbed in the head. "... Wow, it's been a while since this happened. Despite the terror it's kinda nostalg-"

"All of you leave now, before this happens to you." And with that, Kalego rammed the teacher through the concrete, looking like one of those Fantastic Beasts Balam likes to rant about, an ostrich or something.


First Year Student, Data Collector of the Broadcast Batler, Walb, sat with a guy boasting about his expensive armor and a guy who brought a stick. That was gonna be fun. "So, Walb, let's be honest. You don't plan to go far in the Harvest Festival compared to other events this year." That was true, at most they'd just assist someone else for a favor later. "So what can you tell me about the competition?"

"I'll tell you if you promise to vouch for my Battler in the next Division Party event." Walb liked to collect the tax on wherever he could, this seemed like an easy one.

"Done deal. Now spill the beans." The armored boy asked. He turns, noticing a foul odor from the direction of route two. "What's that smell?"

"The first year that has to be avoided the most. Anyone near them faints from the sheer bad smell. Gimel(3), Moutless Nafra." A cloaked figure walked towards the entrance marked '2', as everyone around them fled in terror, those that had just entered began passing out.

"Okay, so passage '2' must be avoided at all costs. Got it." The armored guy took a gander at a feral and wild looking pair of boys. "What about the shouting loons?"

"The Dorodoro brothers. Their technically second years, but they're repeating their first year after skipping classes to join the northern battlefield." It would be respectable if they didn't come off as so annoying.

"Where's number one!? We're taking number one!" The duo chanted over and over looking more and more savage. "Number One means first place!"

"They don't seem too bright, but they're still crazy, so passage one is off limits as well." A safe bet. It was practically kill or be killed in there, aside from the fact no one was allowed to physically assault anyone in risk of being eliminated from the competition. "What about Specs over there with all the books?" The boy pointed to a long haired teen with glasses.

"Orobas Koko. He's a pretty famous Bet(2) all things considered."

"Oh, I actually know about him!" The stick boy shouted. "He's the second guy. Gets second place and everything. I hear he's part of the cult of the Numeral 2." The man twitched, but didn't respond.

"Well, still dangerous, I guess we're avoiding path three. Surprised he's not going down two." He's a fanatic, not a moron.

"Even with all that said, he's literally a secondary threat compared to the likes of Asmodeus and Allecor, as well as the rest of the Misfit Class." Orobas's twitching seemed to get more noticeable at that. In fact, literally all of the high class devils turned their murderous gazes over to the group.

"You really shouldn't say that name, those guys are like, the number one targets of everybody. It's suicide to be in the misfit class."

"You're telling me. Although the only real threat is the leader of the Calamity Cult. The other guys don't really stand out compared to him." The armored guy shrugged off. "I heard the Danger Junkie snuffed out three magical beasts just by looking at them!"

"I heard that guy is a love bunny set on making himself a kingdom of women and men."

"He's the grandson of the Chair Demon right? Dude must be magically jacked." Everyone kept muttering rumors upon rumors.

"Regardless!" One cocky student shouted. "You've seen those morons, they're the most easy going and carless demons ever. The only reason they got Royal One is because their leader was in his Wicked Phase!"

"Yeah, he's right! I heard the guy can't use magic any other time! He's ripe for the picking the moment the game starts." Another foolish cry of self-confidence was thrown out.

"Speak of the devil, here they come now!" Another shouted. "As … carefree as … and dangerous as … they're really dangerous." He turned and was immediately hit hard in his fight or flight instinct.

The entire class, specifically, the first eleven members that didn't include the honor student,plus two add ons, looked ragged. Roughed up, scarred, and hungry for blood. The innocence was carved out of them and what replaced was the facet that reality was a bitch, and they were either a top or a bottom. "What the hell are you looking at?" The voice of the usually shy and meek Crocell asked, giving anyone who dared stand in her way an icy glare that froze everyone on the spot..without using her bloodline at all.

"It's playtime!" A cheerful yet frightening voice came from what looked like a giant stuffed animal, though something in Walb said it was more scary than it appeared to be.

"So, we all survived our training." Shax commented, dark circles covering his eyes that screamed for the death of anyone that would mess with him.

"Indeed, all of us have grown beyond our old selves by being beaten of our impurities." Goemon spoke, fur covered in blood. Whether his own or his enemies was unclear.

"We have been reborn. Bathed and renewed by blood, fire, and comradery." Sabnock and Asmodeus shared a respectful glance towards each other.

"But one thing should be made clear." Caim pointed to everyone in his class, posture so perfect it looked robotic almost, but still graceful.

"Oh yeah, of course, the most obvious thing needs to be said." Andro agreed, wearing a mask that made him unreadable beyond controlled eyed expressions.

"The most brutal training was mine though." The entire class, and their cult, spoke in usion, before looking confused. Then in a second their stares became laced with so much malice a nearby student began to have a seizure from sheer exposure.

"Hey guys! I'm here now!" A cheerful voice came in, no doubt the final member of the misfit class.

"What are you..huh?" The class collectively restarted their intense glares, only for it to melt away upon seeing the honor student, and every spectator around them couldn't blame them, because their reactions were all the same.

Izuku Midoriya looked like some sort of wild, feral, armored Skvader. Except add on a demented smile from hell and eyes that bore into your soul. "I'm glad I found you, what did I miss?"

"Just a … bit of a disagreement." Gaako seemed to get over the fact the fastest. Did she know that the honor student was a furry? Was there a merit to the love bunny rumors? Information he needed to add, apparently. "Eiko here, despite knowing her the longest, has made a bit of a mistake with how intense our training has been."

"Yeah, I really...really..ah.." Eiko was blushing like mad. Obviously this girl was furry too. "I'm sorry, ah, since when do you dress up like this?"

"Yeah, you dressed like this on purpose?" Asmodeus looked the most shocked out of the Cult itself. "I mean, for the purpose of the Harvest Festival, I understand that you'd go for the killer rabbit look, and you actually pull it off nicely, but...I don't know, I thought you'd go for something more, I don't know, something less.."

"Scary?" Shax guessed.

"Demented?" Garp added in.

"Rapist looking?" Ix offered.

"Something more cuddly and less looking like you'll eat everyone alive?" Andros shrugged

"You all have no right to accuse me of looking like I'm five seconds away from murdering someone." The class did a quick glance around, and relented. "Let's just say I had to learn a whole lot quickly in a short amount of time, and this was the best I could conjure with what I had."

"Fair enough. Looks like we're all set." Shax gathered everyone into a huddle. "Now then, let's honor our hard work with a class honored tradition … betting on who wins this, with bragging rights to having the most intense training."

"Oh yeah, that's definitely going to be us!" Andros spoke for himself and Allcor. "We were sent to hell itself, there's no way we're losing to that bitch a second time and staying slaves!"

"You want to talk about hell? Have you been beaten senseless every damn second of the day without being given a moment's rest!" Asmodeus screamed. "Our training was the most brutal, therefore, we'll show the most results!"

Everyone kept shouting, and it wasn't until the whistling of the Honor Student was heard that they all shut up. "Guys, I get it, we all suffered in some way in the past few weeks, and we're all frustrated, believe me, I know how it is." The boy lowered his respirator, but a feral smile still adorned his face. "So let's not take it out on each other. Direct all that frustration, irritation, and the drive to ram your boot up a bastard's asshole into everyone else!" One by one the Misfits shared the same wild grin. "Show the whole school, no, the whole netherworld who we are!"

"GO, CALAMITOUS MISFITS!" They shouted, before breaking up into groups. Wald was stone faced, looking at the armored guy.

"I'm sorry but …"

"Yeah yeah, I lost face the second they showed up." It was truly sad they couldn't show off this year, but at the very least he could be a benefactor to an actual winner.