As Y/N walked towards the old schoolhouse, the events of the day played over in his mind. This school, Kuoh Academy, was unlike any place he had ever encountered. The people here—Souna, Kiba, and the others—possessed auras that felt so different, so much more potent, than the students he'd seen in the main building. The contrast was jarring, and it made Y/N question what exactly he had gotten himself into.
Y/N approached the familiar structure, its weathered exterior standing in stark contrast to the modern school buildings. The door to the Occult Research Club (ORC) was ajar, a soft light spilling into the dim hallway. Hesitating for a moment, Y/N considered waiting outside or in his dorm for Kiba and the others. However, curiosity got the better of him, and after a few minutes of deliberation, he decided to step inside.
As he entered, his eyes were immediately drawn to two figures in the room. The first was a woman with long, flowing crimson hair and piercing blue eyes. Her aura was unmistakable—powerful and demonic, but with an undercurrent that felt destructive, almost apocalyptic. Even Souna's aura, which had a similar edge, paled in comparison to the intensity radiating from this woman.
But it was the second figure that truly caught Y/N's attention. A tall man stood at the far end of the room, his presence commanding and almost overwhelming. He had jet-black hair with a striking blond streak at the front, and his eyes were a deep, unsettling violet. The aura he emanated was unlike anything Y/N had ever encountered. It felt ancient, a blend of demonic and something else—something holy. It was a strange, intoxicating mix that made Y/N's blood boil with excitement and trepidation. He instinctively knew that this man was on an entirely different level, a level that Y/N could only hope to reach one day. The sheer power emanating from him was enough to make Y/N's body tense up, his instincts screaming both in fear and exhilaration.
Before Y/N could process his thoughts, the woman spoke, her voice smooth and commanding. "Oh, may we help you?" she asked, snapping Y/N out of his daze.
Realizing he had been staring, Y/N quickly composed himself, though a thin sheen of sweat had formed on his brow. "I-I'm sorry. My name is Y/N. I live in the old schoolhouse, and Kiba mentioned he could tutor me later, so I thought I'd stop by," he explained, trying to keep his voice steady despite the overwhelming aura filling the room.
The woman's expression softened as she introduced herself. "I see. That's fine. My name is Rias Gremory, and this is Azazel, the club president. He's also a teacher here at Kuoh for the third years."
"It's good to meet you both," Y/N replied, his eyes darting briefly to Azazel before quickly looking away. The man's aura was making it difficult to think straight. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Azazel, noticing the beads of sweat on Y/N's forehead, offered a reassuring smile. "Nonsense. You're not interrupting at all. Go ahead and take a seat. I'll get you a cup of tea. The other club members should be here soon," he said, his tone friendly and inviting.
Y/N nodded gratefully and took a seat, trying to calm his racing heart. As he sat, Rias regarded him with a curious expression. "So, Kiba was telling the truth when he said someone was living here. I suppose there's that dusty dorm, but I wouldn't live there if someone paid me. How do you manage, Y/N?"
Y/N chuckled lightly, grateful for the distraction. "It's not too bad, honestly. The dust can be a pain, but it's livable. There's a bed and a shower, so I make do. I'm just lucky my master was able to get me in for free before he... before he died. I want to find the person my master knew and thank them for helping me out."
Rias raised an eyebrow at the mention of a master. "Your master?" she inquired, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Y/N nodded, a small, fond smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, that's what I called him. Souna said something about him being my guardian, but I've always called him 'Master.' Old habits die hard, I guess," he said, his tone tinged with nostalgia.
Rias looked at Y/N, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I suppose they do," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. Just then, Azazel returned with a tray of tea, placing it in front of Y/N. "Y/N, was it? Here you go," Azazel said, his grin as casual as ever.
"Thank you," Y/N replied, managing a smile despite the nervous sweat forming on his brow.
"Don't mention it," Azazel chuckled, taking a seat and glancing around as if waiting for the show to begin.
Moments later, the door to the room opened, and Akeno walked in, her usual teasing smirk firmly in place. "Oh my, what do we have here? I remember you from last night are you my new Plaything," she teased, her tone as sultry as ever.
Y/N chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nope just here to study," he replied, trying to maintain his composure under her gaze.
One by one, the other members of the ORC began to file in. Issei strutted in with his usual confidence, giving Y/N a thumbs-up. "Yo, Y/N! Ready to study?"
Asia followed closely behind, her gentle presence bringing a calm aura to the room.
Kiba was next, his friendly demeanor unchanged. "Hello there, Y/N. Shall we get started?" he asked, flashing his signature charming smile.
"Sure," Y/N responded, a smile tugging at his lips as well. But as they settled down to study, he found himself increasingly distracted by the presence of Koneko and Xenovia, who had taken seats nearby. Both of them radiated a beauty and allure that made focusing a near impossibility for Y/N.
He shook his head, trying to concentrate, but the sight of Koneko's sharp eyes and Xenovia's confident posture kept drawing his attention. Damn, is my master rubbing off on me? he thought, sweat beginning to form on his forehead again.
Koneko, ever the observant one, noticed his wandering eyes and narrowed her gaze at him. "Are you a perv, Y/N?" she asked bluntly, her tone cold but curious.
"N-No!" Y/N stammered, his face heating up as he sweat-dropped. "I was just... uh, thinking about... martial arts?"
Koneko blinked at him, her expression unreadable. "Hmph," she huffed, crossing her arms but not pressing further.
Xenovia, however, leaned closer, a playful glint in her eye. "You know, Y/N, if you're that interested, I wouldn't mind showing you some of my techniques," she said, her voice dropping suggestively.
Y/N gulped, his heart racing as he tried to keep his composure. "M-Maybe some other time?" he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly.
Kiba, watching the exchange with amusement, couldn't resist chiming in. "Maybe if you paid more attention to the material instead of staring at Koneko and Xenovia, you'd understand it better," he teased, laughing.
"It's harder than it looks, man," Y/N replied, trying to laugh it off, but he knew he was caught.
After a few more moments of awkward studying, Y/N let out a frustrated shout. "Man, why does this have to be so difficult?"
Y/N sighed in defeat before a sudden idea sparked in his mind. "Say, Kiba, do you want to spar?" he asked, his tone serious.
Kiba raised an eyebrow, surprised by the request. "Spar? With swords, like in martial arts?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah. My master and I used to spar all the time. He didn't use swords, but I can manage. You can use one; I'll just stick to my fists."
Kiba hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure? I mean, I'll be using a sword—even if it's bamboo—you'll be at a disadvantage."
Y/N grinned, his excitement evident. "I'm sure. It's been a while since I've had a good spar. I need this."
Issei, who had been listening, perked up. "Oh hell yeah, I want to see this!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Alright then, I'll go get my training gi. Meet me outside, and anyone who wants to watch can join," Y/N said, quickly excusing himself to retrieve his gear.
A few minutes later, Y/N emerged from the old schoolhouse, now clad in a blue and orange gi that accentuated his muscular physique. The girls in the group blushed at the sight, with Koneko and Xenovia struggling to keep their composure.
"Shouldn't you take your belt off?" Kiba asked, eyeing the sash around Y/N's waist.
"Nah, it's kind of a good luck charm," Y/N replied, with a confident grin. "Ready to get started?"
Kiba nodded, taking his stance with a serious expression. His demeanor shifted as he gripped the bamboo sword with both hands, knees bent, ready to strike.
Y/N's playful smile faded as he assumed his stance, bending down slightly with one arm cocked back into a fist near his stomach and the other arm extended in front of his face, two fingers clenched together.
The ORC members watched in silence, their eyes glued to the two combatants. Y/N's sudden change in demeanor had taken them by surprise, his intense focus and aura giving off a different vibe altogether.
"Both of you ready?" Azazel called out, his voice breaking the tension. Kiba and Y/N nodded in unison. "Alright, BEGIN!"
Kiba dashed forward, swinging his sword with impressive speed, but Y/N blocked it with his forearm, the impact resonating through the air. "I forgot how fast you are, Kiba," Y/N remarked, his eyes locked on his opponent as he countered with a swift punch.
Kiba barely managed to block the strike with his sword, but the force was too much. The bamboo blade snapped in two, and Y/N's fist continued its trajectory, landing a solid hit on Kiba's chest and sending him stumbling back.
The ORC members gasped in shock, their eyes wide with amazement.
"Damn, Y/N, you hit hard," Kiba wheezed, clutching his chest. "And you broke my sword. I guess that makes you the winner."
Y/N shook his head, a grin forming on his lips. "Come on, Kiba, get another sword and go all out. I can tell you were holding back."
Kiba glanced at Rias, who gave a subtle nod. "Alright, Y/N, you got your wish."
Azazel tossed Kiba another bamboo sword, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Are both of you ready?" he asked again, to which both fighters nodded. "BEGIN!"
This time, Kiba moved even faster, his sword cutting through the air with precision. Y/N barely had time to react, bringing both arms up to block the overhead strike. The force drove him to one knee, but his resolve remained unshaken.
"I knew you were holding back," Y/N muttered before pushing Kiba back with a sudden burst of strength. "Alright, Kiba, I'm going all out too."
Y/N crossed his arms over his chest, a fierce shout escaping his lips as he unleashed a surge of energy. A white aura enveloped his body, swirling around him like flames. The ORC members watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"What the...?" Issei muttered, his jaw dropping.
"Just what are you Y/N?" Rias wondered aloud, her eyes narrowing in curiosity.
"This is Aura Boost, a technique my master taught me," Y/N explained, his voice steady despite the power radiating from him. "It lets me expand my Ki outward, surrounding my body with this white aura. It's my peak without hurting myself."
Koneko and Xenovia both blushed deeper, their gazes fixated on Y/N.
Azazel let out a hearty laugh. "AHAHAHAHA! Y/N, you are certainly a special one," he said, his tone filled with approval. "But I'm ending this match here as a draw."
"What? Why?" Y/N asked, pouting as he let the Aura Boost fade away.
"Well, kid, for two reasons," Azazel began, counting on his fingers. "One, you've got some explaining to do about who you really are. And two, that was the last bamboo sword we had, and we don't want it breaking during your spar."
Y/N sighed but couldn't help but chuckle. "Fair enough, I guess. But can I ask you something?"
Azazel nodded, gesturing for him to continue.
"Well, are you all part of the supernatural?" Y/N asked, his tone serious as he looked at Azazel
MAN, COULD YOU IMAGINE IF AZAZEL HADN'T STOPPED THE SPAR? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN OFF THE CHARTS! BUT NOW, FIND OUT NEXT TIME WHEN Y/N DISCOVERS THAT THE ORC AND STUDENT COUNCIL AREN'T NORMAL HUMANS, AND HOW WILL Y/N REACT WHEN XENOVIA STARTS TO TEASE HIM? AND HOW DOES HE MAKE KONEKO LIKE HIM? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON DXD!"