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100% A Hero in a Demon School!!!! / Chapter 12: Brewing Storm!

Chương 12: Brewing Storm!

Sullivan's Mansion

"Izuku-sama, how are the preparations for the Battler Party coming along?" Opera inquired, as they served a steaming cup of Hell-Grey tea to Izuku.

"They're going great, actually," Izuku replied with a small smile, taking a cautious sip of the aromatic tea. "I've laid out the basic idea, and Daki-senpai and Kirio-senpai are already gathering the materials we need to make it happen."

He hesitated for a moment before adding, "By the way, you and Grandpa will be there on the day of the party, right?"

"Of course, Izuku-sama," Opera affirmed with a gentle nod. "In fact, I've already completed all the necessary preparations." They gestured toward a sleek set of high-end cameras neatly arranged on the nearby table.

Izuku's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! That reminds me—Grandpa still hasn't come back from Thirteen's dinner yet, has he? Is everything okay? He's been gone for a while."

"There's no need to worry, Izuku-sama," Opera's expression remained calm as they offered reassurance. "Sullivan-sama encountered a few… unforeseen complications after the dinner, but he's managing the situation as we speak."

Izuku frowned slightly, concern flickering in his emerald eyes. "Well, if you say so, but don't forget—I'm here if you or Grandpa ever need help with anything."

"I'll keep that in mind, Izuku-sama. Now," Opera said, glancing at the ornate grandfather clock ticking away in the corner, "you should hurry, or you'll be late for school."

'Shit! Kid, check the time!' Nana's exasperated voice suddenly barked in his mind.

Izuku's head whipped toward the clock, and his eyes widened in alarm. "Ah, crap! Thanks, Opera!" He scrambled to grab his bag, almost spilling the remainder of his tea in the process. As he dashed toward the door, he called over his shoulder, "Oh, and I'll be late today! We've got an experiment to conduct after sunset, so don't wait up for me!"

"Understood, Izuku-sama," Opera said with a polite wave. "Take care and have a wonderful day," they said as Izuku stepped out into the yard and with a practiced leap, launched himself into the air

Just as he disappeared from sight, the house phone rang. Opera walked over and answered it. "Hello, this is the Sullivan residence. How may I help you?"

"It's me, Opera," came Sullivan's voice from the other end of the line. "How are things at home? Is Izuku-kun doing all right?"

"Everything is fine, Sullivan-sama. Izuku-sama just left for school," Opera replied. "By the way, how long do you expect to be delayed?"

Sullivan let out a dramatic sigh. "Hard to say, honestly. The Demon Patrol seems to believe I was involved in some unauthorized excursion to the human world." His voice carried a note of playful exasperation as he cast a glance toward Henri Azazel, one of the 13 Crowns and the Security Chief of Demon Border Control. Henri stood nearby, arms crossed, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Sullivan. "But naturally, it's all just a big misunderstanding," Sullivan added, with an annoyingly provocative giggle.

"For your information, Izuku-sama asked if we'll be attending the Battler Party," Opera mentioned.

"Of course we'll be there!" Sullivan declared with his usual exuberance, directing his statement more toward Henri than Opera. "You can take my word for it!"

"Understood, Sullivan-sama. I'll be waiting for your return," Opera replied before hanging up the phone.

******

Magical Tools Research Battler

When Izuku first introduced the idea of fireworks to the others, they were initially confused, mistaking it for some kind of weapon. However, once he explained the concept and showed them pictures of fireworks, everyone eagerly agreed to create them for the Battler Party.

But turning the idea into reality was far more challenging than they had anticipated. Fireworks were an entirely foreign concept in the demon world. Even with Izuku's prior knowledge—gleaned from his previous life and a handful of Google searches—explaining the mechanics and chemistry of fireworks to others felt like trying to explain the internet to someone who had never seen a computer.

Time was also not on their side. With only three days to prepare for the event, the task of creating functional fireworks from scratch seemed daunting, if not impossible. Thankfully, Daki came through in a big way.

The girl was a genius. And not because she could instantly create anything that was asked of her, but because of her exceptional ability to understand and incorporate all the absurd suggestions thrown at her by everyone in Battler.

By the end of the second day, thanks to her brilliance, they had detailed blueprints for both the ammunition and the launch pad required to set off the fireworks. With the clock ticking, the team split into two groups on the final day: Izuku and Daki focused on preparing the ammunition, while Alice and Kirio worked on assembling the launch pad. Clara flitted between the two groups, providing assistance wherever needed, or just cheered them on from the side.

"Daki, Izuku, the launch pad is ready," Kirio announced, wiping his hands on a cloth as he stepped back to admire their work.

"Great work, senpai," Daki replied with a bright smile. "Midoriya and I are almost done here too. Why don't you go ahead and test the launch pad for us?"

"Test it? But how are we supposed to do that without the ammunition?" Kirio asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Don't worry," Izuku chimed in. "Clara can give you something to test it with."

Satisfied with the suggestion, Kirio nodded and turned to Alice and Clara. "Let's go, kohais. Let's see how our first team project turned out." With that, the trio headed to the courtyard, leaving Izuku and Daki to focus on the ammunition.

As the room grew quieter, Izuku's attention drifted toward Daki. She was humming softly, a serene smile on her face as she worked with precise, practiced movements. The sight sparked a curious thought.

"Daki-senpai, you really seem to enjoy making things, don't you?" he asked, his hands never stopping their work.

Daki smiled at him and replied, "Yes, I really do. It's one of my favorite things to do. Honestly, it's hard to explain, but there's just something incredibly liberating about creating something from scratch. It's like you're building something that never existed before and bringing it to life."

"I can see how that would be satisfying," Izuku said. He expected the conversation to end there, but Daki continued, her expression growing thoughtful.

"Creating things is more than a hobby for me—it's tied to my ambition," she said, swiping a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Intrigued, Izuku asked, "What kind of ambition, Daki-senpai?"

Daki set down her tools for a moment and leaned back. "You know, the Daki family once served in the Demon King's court as one of the thirteen crowns," she began, her voice carrying a mix of pride and melancholy. "Not Derkila-sama, but the Demon King before him. Back then, our family held a monopoly on producing magical tools. It was a privilege and a power we guarded fiercely. If anyone else even attempted to make their own tools, we seized their assets and locked them away. Sometimes… we made examples out of few of them."

Izuku blinked, caught off guard. "That sounds… evil," he blurted out before immediately backtracking. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," Daki interrupted, her tone surprisingly understanding. "I can see why you'd think that. But back then, no one dared challenge my grandfather or his father. Not only were we part of the thirteen crowns, but we were also favored by the Demon King himself. That all changed when Derkila-sama took the throne."

Izuku leaned in slightly, captivated. "What happened?"

"Within his first week as king, Derkila-sama decreed that anyone could create and sell magical tools, regardless of their status," Daki explained. "My grandfather was furious. He went straight to Derkila-sama's castle to protest, but the Demon King told him he was hindering the progress of the Netherworld by monopolizing the market. My grandfather argued that crafting magical tools was a sacred duty, not something to be entrusted to commoners. Derkila-sama just laughed and called him old-fashioned."

Izuku couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image of the eccentric Demon King dismissing such a heated argument. "I'm guessing your grandfather didn't take that well."

"He didn't," Daki confirmed. "He stopped producing magical tools entirely, thinking the Demon King would come to his senses and realize how crucial our family was to his rule. But that didn't happen. At first, it was chaotic. There was no new supply of magical tools, and the prices of the existing tools skyrocketed. However, new people entered the market, and in less than five years, the market stabilized. My grandfather couldn't digest this, so he organized a coup against Derkila-sama, along with the rest of my clan."

"And then what happened?" Izuku asked, too intrigued by her story.

Daki let out a sigh. "He failed because my father joined the Demon King's faction before the battle and informed him of my grandpa's intentions for the coup," she explained. "In exchange, my father asked the Demon King not to publicize or record this coup and to leave him and his wife alone. Derkila-sama agreed, and on the day of the coup, he executed all the members of our family except for my father. This means that I and my father are the last living members of our clan."

"I'm sorry," Izuku said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Daki chuckled. "It's okay. I wasn't even born back then," she said. "And honestly, the inventor in me is glad about what happened. I believe that anyone who buys my inventions should do so because they are the best, not because they are the only choice on the shelf. That's why, Midoriya, I want to revive my family's legacy by making the best magic tools there are."

"And I am sure one day you will Daki senpai," Izuku said, showing a reassuring smile. "But for now, I'm done with the ammo, and it's getting dark outside," he said, glancing out the window.

"Yep, it's the perfect time to check if we succeeded in making fireworks or not," Daki replied. Both of them walked out to the courtyard.

******

As they arrived at the courtyard, Clara's cheerful voice rang out to greet them. "Welcome, Izu-kun, Umi-Umi!" she exclaimed, waving her arms enthusiastically.

"Hey, Clara," Izuku replied, a smile on his face. "So, how was the test? Did the launch pad work?"

Clara nodded vigorously, her hands mimicking wild, exaggerated gestures. "It went kaboom, then whoosh, and then thud!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Sounds like quite the show. Good job, Clara," Izuku chuckled, patting her on the head before turning to Kirio. "So?"

"The launch pad works perfectly," Kirio confirmed, adjusting his glasses. "Oh, and Clara went ahead and decorated it for us."

Izuku and Daki followed Kirio's gaze to see the launch pad now decorated with an assortment of colorful toys and ribbons. Clara stood proudly next to it, grinning from ear to ear. "I made it look pretty!" she announced triumphantly.

"I tried to stop her," Alice muttered, looking thoroughly drained.

"I think it looks charming," Daki said, tilting her head to the side. "Why not let it stay like this? It looks beautiful to me."

"I agree," Kirio chimed in. "It's festive. Besides, it won't affect the functionality."

"Wait, are we seriously going to use this?" Alice asked, exasperated.

Izuku shrugged. "I don't see why not. It's kind of cute," he said, carefully placing the ammunition on the launch pad. "Alright, everyone, step back. Safety first."

The group retreated to a safe distance. Suddenly, a shimmering, transparent barrier materialized in front of them.

"What's this?" Izuku asked, reaching out to poke the barrier. It felt solid but oddly smooth, like glass infused with magic.

"It's my bloodline magic: Barrier," Kirio explained with a hint of pride. "It protects me from harm by creating invisible walls. Thanks to this, I've never been seriously injured, even with my low amount of magic."

******

Amy Kirio's Bloodline Magic.

Barrier:- It allows him to make invisible walls, but will crack when he loses focus.

******

Izuku studied the barrier with fascination. "That's incredible," he said before turning to Alice. "Alice, could you do the honors and light the fuse?"

Alice stepped forward, lit the fuse and a few tense seconds passed, and then—boom! The ammunition shot into the air, arcing high before exploding in a radiant burst of colors. A brilliant flower of light bloomed against the night sky, leaving the group awestruck.

"That was amazing!" Clara shouted, jumping up and down with stars in her eyes.

"Fascinating," Alice agreed, gazing upward with an approving nod.

"I'm so glad it worked!" Izuku said, a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

Daki, unable to contain her excitement, wrapped her ribbons around Izuku and lifted him into the air, spinning him around. "We did it! We actually made fireworks! I can't wait to see everyone's faces when we show them off at the festival!"

Izuku laughed, his grin matching hers. "Same here, Daki-senpai. I'm looking forward to it too!"

Their celebration continued until the massive school clock in the distance caught their attention, reminding them of how late it had become.

"It's getting pretty late," Kirio noted, stretching. "You all should head home. I'll stay and put everything back in the battler room."

"That's a good idea," Izuku agreed. "Thanks for handling that, Kirio-senpai."

The group exchanged farewells and began to disperse. However, Izuku lingered behind, waiting as the others walked off.

"Are you staying, Midoriya?" Kirio asked, noticing him still standing there.

"I thought I'd stick around and help you carry the launch pad back. Two hands are better than one, right?" Izuku said, smiling.

Kirio nodded, appreciating the gesture. "Thanks, that'd be a big help."

As they worked together to return the launch pad to the battler room, Kirio glanced at Izuku. "Midoriya, I have to say, you really came through with this idea. It was ambitious, but it worked."

Izuku chuckled. "I think you're giving me too much credit, Kirio-senpai. If anything, I should be thanking you for trusting me and putting in the effort to make it happen."

"Well, I guess we both did our part," Kirio replied with a small laugh. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "You know what I love about this group? There's no hierarchy here. It doesn't matter if someone's ranked higher or lower—everyone's treated the same. That's rare, even in a place like this. Don't you think that's amazing?" Kirio asked, turning to Izuku.

Izuku nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. It's one of the things I admire about this battler. By the way, do you think we have a shot at winning the top prize?"

"Hmm? The top prize?" Kirio looked at him with surprise.

"What, you think it's too much for us to handle?" Izuku asked tilting his head.

"It kind of is, you know," Kirio explained. "The top prize is something that only the top high-ranked demons receive, even among battlers. For us minor battlers, it's just a dream within a dream."

"That just means we need to win the prize even more," Izuku said, determination in his voice. "Just think about it. If a minor battler like us wins the top prize, imagine how much of a shock it would be for all those high-ranking demons out there. It would give hope to other small battlers to do even better next year. And that's your goal, right? To give hope to low-ranking demons."

Kirio's face broke into a small smile as he said, "That's a wonderful idea, Midoriya. You really are something else." He looked down, and as his smile grew wider and his hair fell to cover his eyes, he whispered, "You and I are a really good match..."

*snap* Izuku snapped his fingers in front of Kirio's face. "Senpai, we're here," he said, pointing at their battler room.

"Sorry about that," Kirio replied, his smile returning to normal. "I was just lost in thought."

Then once they were done arranging things they walked out of the room.

"Well, Midoriya I-" suddenly his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he gave Izuku an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, I have to take this call."

"No problem," Izuku replied. "I have to meet someone anyway. See you tomorrow, senpai."

With their goodbyes exchanged, the two went their separate ways.

******

"Hello, Senpai—" Kirio answered the call, his usual cheerful tone. However, before he could finish his greeting, a furious voice erupted from the other end.

"Bastard! How many times do I have to tell you to pick up after one ring when I call, you incompetent moron?" Baal, a member of the Thirteen Crowns, roared through the phone.

Kirio kept his composure, attempting to explain. "Well, I was working with my underclassmen—"

"Shut up! I don't care!" Baal cut him off sharply, his tone brooking no argument. "You better be making progress with the preparations."

"Of course, senpai," Kirio assured him, still keeping his goofy smile on his face. "Everything is proceeding exactly as planned."

"Listen, Kirio," Baal's voice turned serious. "Don't screw up! We will be the ones to destroy that school," he declared, leaning back on his throne.

Kirio adjusted his glasses, still projecting calm. "Understood."

"Good," Baal continued, his sinister grin audible in his voice. "Sullivan's out of the picture for now, thanks to my little tip-off. He won't be able to return to school for a while. If we're going to cause chaos, now's the time. Get that device ready to go at a moment's notice. You can do that, right?"

"Of course," Kirio replied smoothly. As he removed his glasses, his expression shifted. His ever-present smile darkened, transforming into something malevolent, while his eyes gleamed with a predatory glint. "Consider it done."

"Good. During the countdown into the main festival on Party Ever, when everyone will be gathered in the courtyard and the bells chime, we will strike and take out as many people as we can," Baal said with a sinister smirk. "What's needed for the plan is your bloodline magic and that device."

"You mean Gabu-chan?" Kirio asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, that," Baal replied with an annoyed frown on his face. "Just get it done," he instructed before disconnecting the call.

Meanwhile, Kirio remained there, looking out the window at the setting sun with a wicked smile on his face.

Kirio stared at his phone for a moment before slipping it into his pocket. He turned toward the window, watching the setting sun bathe the school grounds in a warm, golden glow. A wicked smile spread across his face as he murmured to himself, "Oh, Midoriya... all that talk about giving hope and inspiring others. I wonder what kind of expression you'll make when you realize the despair you've unwittingly helped unleash."

His laughter filled the quiet room as he turned to inspect the device, his fingers brushing over it affectionately. "Gabu-chan, tomorrow's the day. Let's make it a Battler Party they'll never forget."

******

While Kirio was busy arranging his evil plan to destroy the school, Izuku made his way to Ameri's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Ameri's voice called from within.

Izuku stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Ameri was seated at her desk, papers neatly arranged in front of her. She glanced up, offering him a small smile.

"Thanks for waiting for me after school," Izuku said.

"Don't worry about it," Ameri replied, leaning back in her chair. "I was planning to stay late anyway to oversee the festival preparations. So, what's on your mind?"

Izuku's expression hardened. "It's not about something—it's about someone," he said, his voice low. "I need to talk to you about Kirio-senpai..."

To be continued...


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