As Teacher Dali lifted the mic with theatrical flair, his voice boomed across the colosseum-style battlefield, magically enhanced to shake the air with excitement.
"STUDENTS OF BABYLS! ARE YOU READY!!?"
The entire school erupted into deafening cheers — 2,000 demons screaming at the top of their lungs. Colored flags waved through the crowd, illusion fireworks burst in the air, and the magical camera drones circled to catch every dramatic angle.
Girls swooned and screamed, waving enchanted lightsticks with "Asmodeus-sama!" and "Iruma-sama~!!" in glowing letters, while many boys howled and pumped their fists, rallying behind the raw power of Sabnock Sabro, the aspiring Demon King.
THE RULES
Dali's grin widened as he floated high above the arena, arms spread wide.
"THE RULES ARE SIMPLE!!"
"Each team will protect their crystal base — destroy the other team's, and you win!"
"Team Dark Feather — your crystal is purple!"
"Team Golden Fighter — yours is golden!"
Below, the two shimmering crystals stood tall on opposite ends of the battlefield, pulsing with ominous light. Magical shields flickered around them, ready to repel minor blows but waiting to be truly tested.
⚔️ TEAMS ASSEMBLED
From opposite ends of the battlefield, the two squads took their positions, faces serious, aura blazing.
Team Golden Fighter (Sabnock Sabro)
Sabnock Sabro (Weapon Creation Magic)
Crocell Kerori (Ice Façade & Idol Charisma)
Agares Picero (Territory Earth Magic)
Gaap Goemon (Speed & Wind Sword Style)
Andro Jazz (Stealth & Thievery)
Allocer Schneider (Tactical Genius, ???)
Team Dark Feather (Iruma Suzuki)
Iruma Suzuki (???, strategic mystery)
Asmodeus Alice (Fire magic, ???)
Valac Clara (Pocket Magic)
Shax Lied (Controller Magic)
Ix Elizabetta (Charm & Sensory)
Caim Kamui (Animal Communication & Support)
Purson Soi (Invisibility)
SPECTATOR ROOMS: A GATHERING OF POWER
In the VIP observatory above the field sat the Chair Demon himself — Sullivan, radiating pride as he grinned and waved down at his grandson.
Beside him, his ever-stoic right hand Opera calmly sipped tea.
To the left sat Amaryllis Asmodeus, Alice's elegant mother and one of the 13 Crown Members, who immediately stood upon spotting her son.
"A!!" she cried, dramatically descending from her seat to the glass pane, throwing her arms wide. " my sweet baby!"
Then her eyes landed on Iruma.
Iruma blinked, utterly overwhelmed, but gave a respectful bow.
"T-thank you, ma'am…"
Then quietly to himself, "Wait… she's a Crown… too?!Just like my grandpa?"
Elsewhere in the stands, Ameri watched silently, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, but a faint blush dusted her cheeks. A few rows below her, Eiko Oni clutched her enchanted camera with sparkling eyes, whispering, "Today's the day… I capture every side of Iruma-sama!"
At her side stood Gaako, a towering dragon-like girl. "Hmph. He better win. I like Topdogs."
THE SPARK
Teacher Dali raised his arm.
"STUDENTS! YOU KNOW YOUR TEAMS!"
"YOU KNOW THE RULES!"
"SHOW US YOUR SPIRIT, YOUR SKILL, AND YOUR FLARE!"
"READY..."
Cameras zoomed in on each fighter, their auras flaring, dust swirling as the arena magic activated. And yes they also can hear Every one voice.
Iruma's cloak danced behind him in the wind, and Asmodeus Alice stepped beside him, fire magic crackling at his fingertips.
Clara bounced beside them and said, "Iruma-chi~ is it cold? That cloak is huge!"
Iruma smirked softly, his tone cool and calm, "Nah. Just my battle style."
"BEGIN!!!"
Dali's voice boomed as the magical sirens blared.
The ground trembled. Crystals glowed. Magic burst in every direction.
The Battler Party Battle Royale... has begun.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴:
High above the battlefield, two crystals floated in the air — one glowing purple, the other radiant gold, suspended 300 meters in the sky, their positions 315 meters apart. The coliseum below, spanning 200 meters, buzzed with energy.
The instant Teacher Dali roared, "BEGIN!!", the arena exploded into action.
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Shax Lied and Elizabetta shot toward the Team Dark Feather crystal, kicking up dust as they launched skyward. Kamui followed in a flash, barking orders to summon magical beasts for support.
Meanwhile, across the field, Crocell Kerori and Picero created a defense of ice and stone around Team Golden Fighter's crystal. Picero dramatically raised a miniature mountain below it, stabilizing it with his My area magic, while Kerori's sparkling ice formed dazzling reflective barriers.
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The front line formed.
Iruma, Asmodeus, and Clara stood like a shadowy spear aimed toward the heart of Sabro's team.
Asmodeus clenched his flaming fists, eyes locked forward.
"What will Iruma-sama do?" he whispered with reverent awe.
He resisted the urge to rush in, instead choosing to wait — to follow.
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𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳
Suddenly, the coliseum shimmered.
Golden sparks danced through the air, spiraling into dozens of glowing portals. From each one, a different weapon emerged — axes, lances, swords, spinning blades — all suspended ominously in the air like a rainstorm waiting to fall.
Iruma narrowed his eyes.
"So this is Weapon Creation Magic…"
His hand slid to his side, gripping the hilt of his katana.
With his other hand, he untied the headband wrapped around his forehead — revealing both eyes.
One deep purple.
One burning red.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴
Gasps echoed throughout the stands.
"Did you see that?!"
"Those eyes… one Purple?! One Red?!"
Ameri leaned forward, stunned.
Eiko Oni nearly dropped her camera. She was so happy to see iruma in action then she took as many as photo of Iruma.
Even Sabro's sister Silvia, in the VIP row, jolted upright.
"T-That's why brother calls him rival…" she whispered. "He dodged 300 swords in under 20 seconds… that reflex... that pressure!"
Only Sullivan remained unfazed — sipping from his teacup, smiling softly, as if he'd seen this all before.
Opera blinked once, adjusting their gloves.
Kalego, watching silently, grumbled in his mind:
"...This is supposed to be a friendly battle..."
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SWISH — SWISH — SWISH — SWISH — SWISH!
Five swords hurtled through the air toward Iruma.
But he didn't flinch.
With a single exhale, he tilted his head — a blade whizzed past.
Shifted his stance — two more spun by.
His body danced between them with perfect calm, feet anchored yet fluid.
Then, his right leg tensed —
A flicker of purple lightning surged around his sword.
BOOM!
In an instant — Iruma vanished from view.
𝘐𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘷𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘰: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩
Sabro's eyes widened as Iruma reappeared directly in front of him — less than a meter away, sword raised, aimed for his chest.
But Sabro grinned.
"YES! THIS IS WHAT I WANTED!!"
A hidden sword emerged from one of Sabro's golden portals — just in time —
CLANG!!
Steel crashed against steel.
Sparks exploded.
The shockwave of the clash sent dust flying.
Sabro stood, smiling wildly, arms open, like a warrior thrilled by a worthy challenge.
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CLANG—KRRRCH!!
The impact of their swords collided like thunder, sparks erupting from the force. Sabro's greatsword, infused with his overwhelming brute strength, pushed back against Iruma's blade, which crackled with void-purple lightning and sealing glyphs.
Sabro roared, muscles bulging.
"COME ON, IRUMA! DON'T HOLD BACK!!"
Iruma's eyes narrowed, Sharingan spinning rapidly, Rinnegan glowing like a burning moon.
"You're strong," he muttered. "But I've trained for this."
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Sabro stepped back, his six golden portals shifting in the air behind him like wings. From each, a massive blade emerged, aimed directly at Iruma.
"STORM: HEAVEN'S EDGE!!"
All six swords launched at once, each moving with enough speed to pierce steel.
Iruma raised his hand.
"Amenotejikara."
In a blink, he swapped positions with a nearby stone slab, dodging the blades — only for Sabro to appear behind him instantly.
"TOO SLOW!!"
BOOM!!
Sabro's flaming kick slammed into Iruma's back, launching him downward. Iruma twisted midair, stabbing his sword into the wall to halt his momentum, then flipped to land.
He wiped a trail of blood from his lip, smiling.
"That actually hurt."
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Sabro summoned his battle aura, golden flames forming a demonic lion behind him.
Iruma took a deep breath, his sword glowing with black and violet energy, symbols of time magic spiraling across the blade.
They charged.
CRASH!!
Sabro's flaming strike met Iruma's Temporal Slash, which slowed space in its path. The force created a massive shockwave, shattering the battlefield floor beneath them. Stone debris launched into the air like meteors.
Above, the two crystals wobbled from the force. Spectators screamed.
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Sabro grabbed Iruma mid-swing with his bare hand.
"GOTCHA!!"
He headbutted Iruma, then swung him into the wall — only for Iruma to vanish mid-crash.
"Amenotejikara," Iruma whispered — now standing above Sabro, Rinnegan active.
He stabbed downward—
CLANG!!
Sabro blocked it with his forearm covered in demonic armor, then swung back.
Their blades clashed again, again, again— sparks flying like fireworks.
Both warriors were breathing heavier now.
Iruma's coat was torn.
Sabro's armor was cracked.
Yet both grinned like maniacs.
"You're better than last time," Sabro said, blood on his lip.
"You're still a monster," Iruma replied, voice low, determined.
Their energy spiked again.
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Sabro's familiar Ohma, a mutant-like beast called a Kelbie. flame form engulfed him.
Iruma's sword extended into a half-formed Susanoo ribcage, flickering in skeletal light.
Both leapt into the sky.
From the ground, it looked like a Demon king charging another Demon king .
"RRRRAAAAAH!!!"
"TSUKIYO KEKKAI!!"
They collided midair in a blinding explosion of gold and purple.
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From the rooftop viewing room, Sullivan whispered,
"That's it, Iruma. Show them who you've become."
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The sky lit up in a deafening shockwave of gold and violet light. The blast created a sonic boom, echoing across the entire coliseum, sending tremors down the seating stands. Students gasped, many shielding their eyes from the searing light. The floating crystals rippled from the sheer magical force.
From the explosion, two figures launched back in opposite directions — Iruma skidding midair with his sword buried into the sky-platform, while Sabro tumbled through three hovering stone pillars before catching himself with a roar.
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Teacher Dali practically jumped up from his floating platform, grabbing the mic with fire in his eyes.
"LAAAAAADIES AND DEMONS! WHAT DID WE JUST WITNESS!? AERIAL BLADE DUEL? NO! A GODDAMN MAGIC APOCALYPSE!!!"
The crowd screamed in unison.
"TEAM DARK FEATHER'S CAPTAIN, IRUMA-SAMA! A WARRIOR OF MYSTERY AND MOONLIGHT!! VERSUS THE FIERY ROAR OF TEAM GOLDEN FIGHTER'S SABROOOO SABNOCK!!!"
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Up on the observation deck, the atmosphere had transformed. What began as a casual Battler introduction had become a spectacle — a storm of magic and willpower on display.
Balam Shichiro stood frozen, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. The notebook in his hands lay forgotten, half-open, his claws hovering above the pages as his eyes locked onto the scene below.
"He's manipulating his aura like a seasoned combatant… That's not first-year level… that's elite-class demon technique…"
Beside him, Miss Raim leaned forward with a sultry grin, her fan fluttering like wings made of silk.
"Ooh~ so intense… I'm actually getting goosebumps watching these boys~"
Her eyes sparkled, bouncing between the tension of the fight, the rhythm of footwork, and the wild, reckless magic that surged through the air.
Opera stood with arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He said nothing at first—but his ears twitched slightly, betraying his internal reaction.
"…He's applying the training well. Better than expected."
Further down the row, Kalego let out an annoyed tch, his brow twitching.
"They're treating this like a deathmatch… It's just a Friendly match, for crying out loud."
His crimson gaze snapped to his left, narrowing at a very familiar face lounging on a personal velvet couch—tea in hand.
"That damn chair-demon definitely called all these guests on purpose…"
Sullivan, ever unreadable, sipped his tea with refined grace. He didn't look Kalego's way—his focus was entirely on the chaos below.
"My grandson is quite dazzling today, isn't he?" he murmured.
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Down below, the student body had erupted into a storm of noise.
Girls were squealing at the top of their lungs, some even climbing on the benches for a better view.
"KYAAAAAA!! IRUMA-SAMAAAA!!"
"He's like a noble prince!! Did you see that dodge!?"
"Sabro's so cool too—like a wild lion! Gaaah!! I can't choose!!"
The boys, though less dramatic, weren't hiding their shock.
"That sword speed—did you see that?"
"Sabro tanked it like a beast. No hesitation."
"What was with Iruma's eyes just now?! They… glowed?"
Near the front, Eiko Oni was practically vibrating with excitement, camera snapping with every motion.
"Every second is beautiful! Every frame—perfect! He's glowing like a fallen star!!"
Her eyes sparkled as she zoomed in again, completely immersed.
Next to her, Gaako crossed her arms and smirked, fangs glinting.
"Keh. I knew that guy was hiding something big. This is gonna be good."
A short distance away, alone in the crowd but emotionally shaken, Ameri Azazel stood still. Her sharp gaze, usually so calculating, softened as her fingers curled gently over her chest.
Her heartbeat was faster than she wanted to admit.
"You've really changed… Iruma-kun," she whispered.
And yet… somehow, you're still you.
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𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘈𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴
Watching the battle intently, she turned to Sullivan with a sly smile.
"So... that boy truly is your heir."
She looked at Iruma again, still catching his breath, eyes fierce, hair floating in the remaining energy field.
Then she whispered
"Alice… your master is exceptional."
Back on the battlefield, both Iruma and Sabro stood again, panting, bloodied but grinning. The aura around them had changed.
They had acknowledged each other — not just as classmates.
But as true rivals Sabro said.
Sabro cracked his knuckles.
"One more round?"
Iruma raised his blade.
"Don't hold back."
Dali:
"AND THEY'RE NOT DONE YET!! ROUND TWO: BEGIN!!!"
Alice is about to make move!??