Kapitel 23: Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 20: Back to School!
It was a lovely bright morning at New Republic Academy. It was one of the largest and most outstanding school in America.
It was enormous; it had every grade there from elementary to college. So most kids that started there usually will finish all school years there. It was such an elite school many foreigners get sent there to do school. It also had many amazing secrets that not many knew. You see, not only did ordinary people go there, but also mages, ghosts, demons, robots, and monsters. Even many of the teachers were core users in disguise to protect the school.
It even had the world's largest library, with many of its own secrets, many of which haven't been discovered yet. One thing that was quite amazing was the sixteen-year-old boy who was looking at the school now; some would wonder why that is amazing. Well, cause the boy was looking at the school from the top of one of the moving trains. This boy's name was Django Kamadeva Whitmore, half-human, half-demon. He was running a bit late and had to jump on his train so as not to miss it.
But he was okay with riding on top this way. He didn't have to pay, plus the breeze going through his black hair.
Django looked very unhappy and slightly amazed at the school. It was one of the most beautiful places that could even put his old school to shame. (Just how much did I ignore this school?) The train he was on soon came to a stop, its doors open and letting the crowd of students inside out.
Django was amazed at all the students.
What is really the elite section of the school?
The street in front of him was not just having the girls from the train on it but was packed with tons of other students running and racing to school. Many were running by foot; there were some with roller skates or riding skateboards.
A few were riding in cars. He saw a guy on a motorcycle with a girl sitting behind him selling food to kids running by. There were even two trollies packed with students on them. As the trolly headed to the school, a few of the roller skaters and skateboarders even were grabbing onto the back of the trolly's getting pulled faster to the school.
"Wow... this way different from the section we were at," Django said.
He jumped from the top of the train and landed about five feet from the train. Luckily, all the people were off, and everyone was so busy they didn't notice his jump or landing. He soon took off quite fast; at least, probably if anyone were to use a speed checker would see that he was going twenty mph. As he ran the streets to the school, he thought back to why he was even here.
His blackmailing mother forced him and his friends to school... For real this time.
At least the girls are hotter, and the best part that bitch Yui isn't here to mesh with him this time.
***
Yui Bominable was a young lady who was used to getting what she wanted. Therefore, it would probably be fair to say she was spoiled. It could be argued that Yui had come out reasonably well despite said spoiling, but the fact that she had grown up spoiled was indisputable.
If nothing else, even setting aside her parents doting on her as the younger child, her older brother's constant interference in her life in an effort to better her circumstances no matter the costs, had totally and utterly spoiled her. As such, she tended to act before thinking things through, which was why she had ended up where she was today: in front of the principal's office.
Her parents will not be happy to hear this. She worked hard to enter this section of the school.
Principal Yamada was a stern old man whose age was difficult to guess because of his lack of wrinkles or any signs of ageing whatsoever. He wore his hair in a short ponytail and sported glasses perched on his nose.
He was a very serious man, but not without humour; he always had a smile on his face, even when he scolded someone.
"Miss. Bominable. Do you know the reason why I called you here today?" Principal Yamada asked, his tone gentle yet firm.
"Yes, sir, I do," Yui responded, keeping her composure. "I am sorry for my behaviour yesterday."
"Yes, yes, I heard about that. You were quite rude to Miss. Nakamura, weren't you? And you also threw something at her."
Ever since vowing to pushing Django. Yui went on training to make sure that boy can never force himself any more girls. Plus, she hates all kids who don't follow the rules. She has a habit of calling people names if they aren't following the school's dress code. She's known as one of the most popular students in class because of her looks, but she doesn't have many friends.
"Three students are going to join Class 2A," Principal Yamada said, ignoring her comment entirely. "One will be joining the elite course, while two will transfer to this class."
"I see."
"Now then, let me ask you this: what is the difference between a transfer student and a newbie?"
"A transfer student is usually a person who transferred schools from another country, whereas a newbie is a regular student that has joined this school recently."
"Yes, that is correct."
"Then what does it mean to be an Elite Student?"
"Elite Students are those who excel academically, socially, and physically. They're the cream of the crop. In other words, they're the best of the best."
"Good", Principal Yamada smiled.
"Which girl is coming?" Yui asked curiously. "Is it Ms. Noguchi? Or maybe Ms. Kano? I hear they both get perfect scores every year. Oh! Maybe it's Ms. Miyagami! She's astute too!"
"It's three boys."
"Boys?!" Yui was taken aback by this. Men rarely join the magic core course.
Magic is one of the oldest power in the world. Mages research and exercise this power that is deviated from the laws of the world. This means if one does not possess the power to stay in existence in that world or place, he or she may die, disappear, or lose control of themselves. Such mages become magic beasts. It is not confined by logic or common sense and is thought to be generated by emotions and desires. Therefore, it's noted that women are more commonly able to use it, though male examples do exist. However, the few men who enter the core course are often considered exceptional.
"I want you to show him around."
"Huh?! Me?!"
"Of course. He'll be in your care. Don't make a mistake, understand?"
"Understood, sir!"
"Very well. It would be best if you go now. Take this card with you."
Principal Yamada handed her a small business card.
"Call this when you're in trouble..."
Yui bowed deeply to Mr. Yamada Matsunaga and left the office. She walked down the hallway until she reached the classroom door. After opening the door, the first thing she did was checked herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Her appearance was immaculate. She took pride in looking good at the school dress code.
***
As the girls of his class file into the room, Nagi stands behind her desk with her arms crossed over her ample chest and a frown on her face.
"Class 2A, please take your seats."
"We're already seated."
"And why are we sitting down?"
"Because you said so."
Nagi sighs heavily and walks around the front of her desk.
"Alright... I know this is late, but today we are having a new student joining us today. He's just right outside." The 31 girls in the classroom explode from the news as if Nagi was waiting for it.
"Ahem, new BOY students!" All the girls gasped and stood up.
"You mean, we meet a handsome boy in class?!" Makie swooned.
"Don't be silly, Makie! There is no way a boy can be in this class!" Mali said in retaliation.
***
Outside of the classroom, Django hears the commotion from the girls and looks through the window on the front door. It was crowded with girls; many of them were talking with each other or just saying good morning to others.
He noticed a few were reading or possibly writing or drawing in notebooks; Django also noticed one was selling a type of food to some of the students, mostly meat buns from the way it looked. He caught one girl was cleaning the blackboard while three others seemed to be setting up a bucket for a trap.
"Oh, pranking the new student... still really think they can prank me?" Django thought with a slight chuckle shaking his head.
As he looked, he started to use his sixth sense to sense if any of them were strong. One thing he learned was to sense other's power levels or inner energies. Mother was really on his ass on that skill. Though he wasn't too skilled with it, he needed to be at least ten feet from someone at a minimum to sense anything, and skilled users could still conceal their energies and power levels from him easily.
As he looked around the room, he felt that quite a few, maybe half or more, had some strong powers; he detected magic power in a few other girls, some with different energies mixed with it. But from two girls, he detected better; one had yellow hair and had two side ponytails, though it was short and seemed to be slightly spiking. She also had dark brown skin colour, petite but nice curves though. Django thought her hips were somewhat wide, nice large apple ass and probably D-cup breast.
Django felt more magic power from the other girl, but he also could detect a small amount of demonic energy around her, knowing what demon energy sensed like since he's been near his mother and grandmother for months. The other girls had white, slightly tan skin; her hair was dark blue colour, and she had it set up. With Chinese hair buns on the side of her head like the other girl, she had two thin ponytails coming down from the buns, stopping just at her shoulders. Her figure was like the other girl with yellow hair.
Django noted these two girls as they seemed to be the most powerful ones in class.
The last girl that caught his attention for more than one reason, the first being that it was the girl he saw earlier barking like a dog, which made him snicker remembering that. Another reason was the persoe she was barking at. It was Yui.
Of course the bitch is here.
"Well, time to go in and get this hell over with."
As he opens the door, a blackboard easier covered in chalk dust falls down at him though he notices it and quickly takes care of it, flicking away the easier with his middle finger. It hit off the wall right off him and hit the ground, making a small dust cloud appear for a second before the dust settled. He then noticed the rope at his ankle. He stopped on top of it, snapping it though it still made the bucket come down as it did. Django quickly grabbed it and turned it upwards before any of the water in it could spill, then quickly held the bucket with his right hand as he grabbed the three arrows with suction cups on them as they came at him.
Will all that done, he went to the desk to set the bucket and darts on the desk that was now his and turned to the girls, smiling; all of them looked at him, shocked at what he had just done. Many had their mouth open wide, though a few looked at him curiously, wondering if this was skill or more what he was for him to do all that. A couple of them were blushing as well.
"Ah, ah! What are you doing here?!" Yui yelled out as she jumped up from her seat.
"Really now the easier trick is such old school man. The bucket of water and arrows is kinda lit, but still cap. really I would expect more from you. Fine ladies." Django said, smirking at them while not answering Yui's question.
All the girls still gasp at him, not sure who he was or how he didit, still amazed by how he took out each trap as if not even a challenge. One of the girls finally decided to speak. She had long golddish blond hair and light green eyes and seemed to have an air of gentles yet authority to it around her.
"Uhm... Excuse me, but who are you?" She asked, still a bit shocked at what he did.
"Mali correct?" Django asked her as she nod yes. "I'm Mail." She replied shyly. "Wait, how do you know that?"
"Nice name. It suits you."
"Thank you."
Django smiles and nods back. "I guess dis nigga should introduce himself. This boy be tha new student here. His name be Django." He smiled brightly at them all as he said that.
Once more the class was shocked their eyes widen more and more mouths opened in, surprise though a couple seemed to not be so surprised or hid it well. Suddenly, before he knew it, the whole or most of the class came running up and surrounded him as they bombard him with questions.
"Why are you here?"
"How did you do that?"
"Who are you?"
"What is your purpose here?"
"Where are you from?"
"Are you single?"
"Can I have your number?"
"You want my number?"
"Oh, my, such an energetic class." Django thought as the girls asked him question after question. He chuckled lightly as he answered them.
"I am from Philly. I was raised there. Bron in Thailand I think? Stay at the Whitmore Complex. And I do not know what I will be studying either."
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