Oga and I walked in, our presence instantly putting the entire room on edge as the third years glared daggers at us.
"So, which one of you is Kanzaki?" Oga asked, a huge grin stretching across his face like this was all just a game.
"Well, don't take my word for it," I said with my usual sarcasm, "but it's probably the guy sitting in the middle of the room acting like the king of the castle."
"Oh, jackpot! Just look how evil and scary that guy looks!" Oga whispered to Furuichi.
"Oi, who the hell do you think you are, barging in here like that?" one of the thugs barked, stomping toward us with that cliché tough-guy swagger.
He got right up in Oga's face, and Beel, who was dangling from Oga's arm, reached out and poked the thug right on the nose. The baby blinked, frowned, then turned away, looking utterly disappointed, like even he couldn't be bothered with this loser.
I honestly didn't think a baby could look that disappointed. "He says we have no business with weak losers. Move," Oga interpreted for the baby with that same cheery grin.
"Alright, that's it!" the thug snapped, pulling his fist back, ready to swing.
Before he could even take a step, the big guy, Shiroyama, if I remembered right, stepped forward, his shadow swallowing Oga and me. "Wait, I'll deal with them," he said, cracking his neck like he was warming up.
"So you're the infamous Ogre, huh? And who are you?" he asked, looking between Oga and me.
"I'm just a spectator here for the show," I said, sipping my drink. He did not seem pleased by my answer. I wondered why.
"Then I guess I'll start with you!" he shouted.
"Bad choice, big man." He swung at me. I dodged easily and, without even spilling my drink, I tripped him. As he fell, I nailed a perfect superkick to his chin and laid him out.
The rest of the room, other than Oga, was stunned. Beel thought it was funny. The boy didn't think I was 'evil' like Oga, so as much as he liked me, he'd never get attached to me the same way he was to Oga.
"Very nice. Welcome to Class 3A." Kanzaki clapped, looking impressed. "Here I thought you were just a sidekick to the real muscle, but it seems I was mistaken."
"Did this motherfucker just call me a sidekick? I might kill him," I said, deadpan to Oga.
"Wait, I can still fight," Shiroyama struggled to stand back up. 'Huh, could have sworn I hit him hard enough to knock him out for a while.'
Kanzaki, instead of letting the man get a rematch, kicked Shiroyama in the head. "Cool story, bro, but I have no use for somebody who gets taken out in one hit," Kanzaki said, his voice flat as he towered over the sprawled third year.
"Ohh, how evil," muttered Oga.
"Kanzaki, wait!" Shiroyama pulled himself up with everything he had. "That man is dangerous, and if the sick kick is that strong, then Oga must be even stronger! I have been with you for years, please believe me!"
There it is again, 'sidekick.' Maybe I should just start kicking the shit out of people again.
"You are very loyal, Shiro. You want to prove yourself to me?" Kanzaki asked. Shiroyama, still shaky on his feet, nodded without hesitation.
"Okay then, jump out that window." The room went dead silent. Shiroyama froze, eyes wide. Even Oga's smug grin disappeared.
"Wow, dick move, honestly," I said flatly, shaking my head. 'Man, I know Kanzaki gets better later on, but sometimes I forget how much of an asshole these early villains could be. Who tells one of their most loyal guys to jump out a fourth-floor window just because they lost once?'
Kanzaki's head snapped toward me, irritation flashing in his dull eyes. "What did you say to me, sidekick?"
"Okay, that's it. Anybody calls me a sidekick again and I'll break their jaw!"
"Side..." the generic thug started to say, ready to fuck around, so it was time to find out. Before he could finish, I was on him, landing the meanest right hook I could muster without splattering his brains on the wall. He spun so hard from the impact that his clothes flew off.
"Anyone else?" I scanned the room. The third years were trembling, staring at me like they'd seen a ghost. "No takers. Good. I'm bored now. Oga, finish this or I will." I turned to him; he was already walking up to Kanzaki.
Oga gave a bright, stupid smile. "Have a nice flight." He sucker-punched Kanzaki straight out the window.
I'm pretty sure Kanzaki landed in some bushes, but who cares? He'll be fine. With that, we left.
"Hmm, they seem even more interesting than Kanzaki. Especially that Furuichi," I heard Natsume mutter to himself. "Still, I doubt the other third years will just stand by and let what happened today slide."
That guy is such a weirdo.
----
It's been a few days since Kanzaki's accidental trip through a fourth-floor window, and I was right, he was fine. Well, mostly, and it also helped me find something new about this world's laws.
People heal faster here. I probably should have figured that out years ago, but considering most of the fights I've been in ended with the other guy not showing their face again, I never really paid attention. Same reason I didn't notice with Oga, he's a freak of nature. That, and whenever I trained him, I'd just heal him with magic afterward, so I never thought much of it.
Anyway, Oga and I were walking down a corridor, he having just put some dumbasses through a wall in his sleep-deprived state thanks to Beel's incessant nighttime crying.
"You gonna be alright, man?" I asked, sipping my juice box.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. At least thanks to that diaper you made, I won't have to deal with flooding in my room," Oga said, slumping against the wall, looking completely drained.
Yeah, that was something I made so Beel wouldn't always be naked. I remembered that in the anime, the kid pissed so much it could fill a damn pool. One of the many lovely quirks of demonic royalty. At least it wasn't the same as human waste.
It was just a byproduct of his growing magical power. It needed to be released every now and then, and since Oga didn't know how to siphon it off through magic, this was the only way it could come out.
Oga called me last night, practically begging for help, so I whipped up a magically enchanted diaper that teleports its contents straight to a dimension full of fire. The enchantment was easy; getting Beel to actually wear the damn thing was not.
The kid absolutely loathed clothes. So, I added another enchantment that made the diaper invisible and intangible to him. Now he couldn't see or feel it, but to everyone else, he was wearing one. Problem solved, and nobody would feel like a creep just being near him.
"Ugh, everything's getting fuzzy," Oga muttered, rubbing his eyes. That's when we both noticed a red symbol on the back of his hand.
"Huh, looks like a command seal," I said, leaning closer. And it really did, though I knew it wasn't.
"Command seal?" Oga blinked at me, clearly lost.
"...You weren't paying attention when I explained the Moonlit World, were you?" I deadpanned.
"Eh, once you started talking about noble families and shit, I kinda zoned out," he said with a shrug.
"Right, first off, you're an idiot," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose before continuing. "Second, command seals are used after summoning spirits from the Throne of Heroes. They are basically three absolute orders a master can give to a servant, the crystallization of a contract which binds them together. That being said, what you've got there isn't a command seal."
"Okay, so what is it?" he asked. Instead of answering, I glanced to his left, where a certain blonde was now standing.
"It's a Zebul spell," Hilda said calmly, scaring the hell out of Oga and making me laugh.
"AHH, fuck! What are you doing here?!" he shouted, clutching his chest like he'd just seen a ghost.
"Don't be so dramatic. I simply came to deliver the milk for the young master, something you forgot, again." She held up a plastic bag, expression perfectly calm as if she hadn't just appeared out of thin air like some kind of horror movie ghost.
"Yo, who is that?""She's hot.""Think she's single?"
Thanks to Oga's little outburst, we'd attracted the attention of a few students nearby. I could already see three idiots making their way over, smirks plastered across their faces like they'd just spotted prey.
"Hello, beautiful. You new to this school?" one of them said, trying his best to sound smooth."How 'bout we show you around?" another chimed in, puffing his chest out. Two of the three soon-to-be-hurt students spoke.
I decided to give them a polite warning. "Hey, guys, that's not a good idea." I leaned back against the wall, sipping from my juice box with my usual amused grin.
One of them turned to me, glaring. "Shut up, loser. Can't you see we're busy?"
Okay, nice guy is gone. I grabbed him by his face before he could even turn back to his friends. "Yo, who the fuck you think you talking to?" I squeezed his head.
Before the other two stogges could do anything, Hilda's expression shifted barely. That calm, elegant smile of hers stayed exactly where it was, but her eyes? Yeah, those could've frozen lava.
"Interesting," she said sweetly, taking a slow step forward. "How strange... I wasn't aware vermin had infiltrated this school."
A moment later, the first guy was face-first on the floor. Seconds later, the next was hanging upside down out of a window by the ankle, screaming for someone to help him.
I knoked the last guy's head into the wall and took another slow sip of my drink, watching the chaos unfold as Hillda beat the shit out of the other two. "Told them it was a bad idea."
Oga nodded, expression perfectly deadpan. "Yeah, you really did."
Beel giggled in Oga's arms, clearly entertained by the carnage.
Hilda finished a few minutes later and walked over to Oga, taking Beel from his hands. "Okay, young master, time for lunch." She said in the nicest tone I've ever heard from the woman.
----
The three of us were on the roof. Thanks to my enhanced senses, I could already hear the rumours spreading through the school: the 'Bride of the Ogre,' the 'Demon's Girl,' or simply 'Oga's wife.'
"The seal on your hand is called a Zebul spell," Hilda explained calmly, her eyes fixed on the mark. "To put it simply, it's a symbol of your contract with the young master. You should consider yourself honoured. Over the past millennium, only a handful have ever been recognized by demon royalty."
"That doesn't make me feel better," Oga muttered, glaring at her.
"You know, the mana pouring off that thing's pretty potent. It might attract the wrong kind of attention," I said, leaning against the fence.
"Of course it is. Oga serves as the vessel through which the young lord channels his power. The strength of a demon is influenced by the strength of its vessel. The stronger Oga becomes, the more power he can wield, which in turn will make the young master stronger as well. And the more in tune Oga becomes with him, the more demonic he'll grow."
I could see Oga start to panic. He definitely didn't like the idea of becoming "demonic." 'I feel like he didn't listen when I told him demons and humans aren't that different...'
----
Tatsuya Himekawa
"Boss, I took this picture today. It looks like Oga's wife. Still nothing on the other guy, though," one of the thugs said, handing Himekawa a photo of Hilda.
"Hmm, how interesting," Himekawa murmured. He was a tall student with an Elvis-style pompadour, a flashy Hawaiian shirt, and tinted sunglasses that matched his smug attitude.
"Find something on Furuichi, and make it fast. I have work to do." He handed the thug a thick stack of bills, dismissing him with a lazy wave.
"Yo, Himekawa," a guy in a hoodie with a bandage across his face called out as he walked in, followed by a group of others dressed in dark hoodies.
"Oh, good, Suzuki. I have a job for you," Himekawa said, holding up the picture of Hilda. "Bring this woman to me by tomorrow, and I'll pay you double the usual rate."
Suzuki grinned beneath his bandage. "You've got yourself a deal."
----
Takayuki Furuichi
It was after school, and the three of us were near the lake. Oga stood at the edge of the pier, with Beel sitting beside him, listening intently as Oga made his declaration.
"I will never fight again! I won't hurt anyone, and I won't force them to bow down to me! I'll become super nice!" Oga said proudly.
"That's called being a normal person," I cut in. Hilda and I were sitting off to the side at a table in an outdoor café. Oga's big plan to avoid becoming demonic was to stop fighting altogether, hoping Beel would lose interest in him and the contract would eventually be severed.
"So, are you okay with what he's trying to do?" I asked, turning to Hilda.
"I do not care. If he intends to use this strategy to distance himself from the young master, it would please me greatly."
"I feel like you're lying. You know Beel likes him for more than just his strength."
"Oga may be strong, and I acknowledge that," Hilda replied, "but I do not believe he is fit to be the young prince's father. He lacks wisdom, has no political tact, and possesses barely any understanding of magic beyond that strange body-enhancing technique he uses. I believe finding another candidate would be far better. In fact, you would surpass him in every way." Hilda glanced at me.
I shot that down real fast. "Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there. No. The only kids I'm raising are my own future ones, not somebody else's."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Oga knows the more violent he acts, the stronger the bond becomes, and the more the young master grows attached to him." Hilda rubbed her temple like she had a headache.
As we talked, I noticed a group of guys approaching Oga. After a few words were exchanged, Oga suddenly grabbed Beel, turned and ran, completely ditching his usual routine of punching anything that moved.
Hilda didn't seem to notice because her head was down, but now the thugs' focus was on us. "Well, look what we have here, aren't you Oga's sidekick?" Oh, look, another one that wants to fuck around and find out.
"And look what we have here. Isn't this Oga's girl too?" one of the idiots chimed in.
Hilda finally looked up, noticing the group, but she dismissed them almost immediately. "Where did the young master go?" she asked quickly.
"If you're looking for Oga, he ran away like a bitch. Now you're going to come with us or things are going to get bad for you. That goes for you, too, sidekick," lackey number three said.
Okay, now I'm annoyed. "Counteroffer: you can fuck all the way off, and I'll only break one of your fingers for insulting me. If you refuse, I'll break your whole fucking hand. How about that, hmm?"
"Fuck you!" Lackey number one swung at me. I slid my chair back and let the punch miss, then hopped up, grabbed and twisted his wrist. Another thug ran at us and swung, so I used the first guy as a human shield, forcing him to punch his friend. I kicked them both, sending them crashing into each other, then the third guy rushed at me with a pipe and swung.
With one swift movement, I dodged, grabbed his wrist and disarmed him. Using the pipe, I cracked his hand hard enough to break it. I then proceeded to keep good on my promise and broke the hands of the other two as well.
"Ahhh, you broke my fucking hand!" Lackey number one screamed.
"Yes, I did. And if you don't want me to break the other one as well, you're going to answer some questions." I waved the pipe in front of him, amusement clear on my face.
"Now who sent you? Because I know damn well someone like you isn't brave enough to try and kidnap two people in broad daylight. Not without backing, at least."
"Even if I told you, it wouldn't matter. He's got plenty of guys on his payroll and you'd never get past them," he spat.
"Interesting. Interesting, but that's not a name." I kicked him in the chest and planted a foot on his arm. "Four!" I raised the pipe like a golf club, ready to swing, and watched him start to freak out.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, IT WAS HIMEKAWA! He wanted us to bring him Oga's girl!" he yelled, struggling to move under my foot.
"See? Was that so hard?" I asked, voice calm. I was about to knock him out, but Hilda walked over and stopped me.
"Hold on." She turned to the guy on the ground. "Take me to this Himekawa," she said calmly.
I looked at her with an expression that said 'really?'
"Hilda, I can already see what you're planning, and I can tell you, you're gonna be disappointed."
"Well, I need to see that for myself, won't I?"
"...I literally just told you that you'd be disappointed, but if you wanna waste your time, then whatever, it's your life. I'll go tell Oga you've been 'Kidnapped,'" I said, walking away.
This is gonna be such a waste of time.
----
It did not take long to find Oga. He was standing in an alley, surrounded by a ring of thugs.
"I said I was done fighting, so why do they keep coming one after the other?" he muttered.
"Probably because you've beaten them before, and now they want revenge," I said as I strolled up.
One of them sneered, "Oh look, it's the sideki-"
I was done letting people call me that. In fact, if they were that keen, they'd get a kick to the side of the skull. So that's exactly what I did before he could finish his sentence.
"Hey, what the fu-" One went down before he could finish. I stopped listening to whatever the NPCs had to say and took the rest out in quick succession. When it was over, I turned to Oga.
"I came here to tell you that Hilda's been kidnapped by Himekawa," I said in a bored tone.
He blinked, looking completely lost. "I don't believe you. Also... who?"
"Yeah, it's not technically a real kidnapping. She just wants to see if Himekawa's strong. Spoiler alert, he's not."
The moment I mentioned Himekawa and the word strong, Oga perked up a bit, but his excitement vanished just as quickly when I finished my sentence.
"Yeah, anyway, her plan is for you to fight Himekawa so she can be 'rescued,' but like I said, she's just testing his strength."
"Oh, well. I can't fight anyway if I want to get rid of this thing." He pointed to the mark on the back of his hand.
"Oga, I get that you don't want to become more 'demonic,' but I've told you before that demons and humans aren't that different. Besides, you love fighting. Being Beel's contractor means you'll eventually face stronger people who can give you a real challenge, unlike most of the mooks we run into here."
"...How much stronger?" Oga asked, genuine curiosity lighting up his face.
"Strong enough to destroy cities with a single attack," I said, watching his expression shift from interest to excitement.
"What are we waiting for, Taka? Let's go beat up this Himekawa guy!" Oga shouted, already ready to go.
----
Tatsuya Himekawa
"Where is he?" Himekawa glared at Hilda, who sat calmly in a chair as if nothing bothered her. Unlike her canon counterpart, she showed no sign of injury.
"He will be here," she replied.
"He had better be, or things are going to get very unpleasant for you," Himekawa warned.
"Hey, boss, we found some guy sneaking around. We didn't know what to do, so we brought him to you." Two of his lackeys shoved a bruised, battered figure into the room. It was Alaindelon.
Alaindelon blinked up at Hilda and stammered, "H-hello, Hilda. I came to help!" Hilda's eyes narrowed. She sighed, shook her head slowly, and thought he should have been told she was never in any real danger.
Himekawa spun on his lackeys and kicked one in the balls, sending him collapsing to the floor. "You idiots did something completely unnecessary. You should have beaten him and left him where you found him, but no, you bring him here and fuck with my plan?"
Himekawa glared at the other lackey, then kicked him as well.
"How unsightly," Hilda said, her tone flat and unimpressed.
Himekawa bristled, anger flashing across his face. "I wasn't going to do anything to you originally, but you've changed my mind. Maybe a bit of pain will fix that attitude of yours."
"Himekawa! Where are you!?" a voice shouted, echoing through the room just before Alaindelon's body split open like a door. From within, Oga stepped out.
Taka hadn't joined Oga through Alaindelon's transfer; instead, he teleported into the room under an invisibility charm. Once no one was looking, he dropped it, the air around him shimmering faintly as he appeared beside Oga.
'No way in hell am I stepping into another man just to teleport,' Taka thought.
Himekawa hadn't seen the strange dimensional split, but he had definitely heard the voice. When he turned and saw two new faces in the room, a smug smirk spread across his lips.
"Oh, good, you're both here," Himekawa grinned. "I planned to deal with you one at a time, but this works just as fine."
"You know, I think I finally understand the relationship you two have," Himekawa began, his smug tone thick with confidence. "You're not friends, not really. Furuichi, you're strong, but not as strong as Oga. So you hide behind him and project this persona for everyone else to see. You probably came up with that 'Field King' title yourself and spread the rumours to keep up appearances."
He let his little theory hang in the air, looking pleased with himself.
"And Oga, you're no doubt strong, but everyone has a price. So I'll ask, how much?" Himekawa leaned forward, the corner of his mouth curling up. "How much for you to work for me instead and drop that leech beside you?"
He smiled like he'd already won, completely unaware of just how wrong he was.
----
Takayuki Furuichi.
I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. When I glanced at Hilda and Oga, they looked just as stunned by the sheer stupidity spilling from this moron. I had planned to let things play out like in canon, let Oga beat Himekawa and be done with it. But now?
Fuck no. I wasn't letting this slide. Especially since this idiot thought I came up with that dumbass nickname.
"Are you serious?" I asked just to make sure because I don't remember Himekawa being this dumb in canon.
Instead of answering, he let out a smug humph, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a thick wad of cash. He tossed it at Oga's feet with a smirk.
"Here. If you work for me, that'll be your signing bonus. Besides, even if Furuichi hides behind you, it's not like he pays you. And even if he did, he couldn't go band for band with me," Himekawa said, his arrogance practically dripping off every word.
Before Oga could get any more pissed, because I could already see he was at his boiling point, I just started laughing. I could not take it anymore, the glouting, the shitty theory and now he thinks he's richer than me?
"It's always you pompous, trust-fund rich kids that ruin the fun for everybody. And you wanna go band for band with me? Do you smell that? I've got a thousand-dollar bottle of Dior slathered on a Gucci button-up, something your dumbass nostrils aren't accustomed to, and you wanna go band for band with nothing but teakwood essence?!"
With every word, I stepped closer and let a sliver of magic leak out, just enough to make him finally understand how unbelievably stupid he sounded. The magic would not hurt him physically, but it would make him feel pure fear, and I could see it wash over his face.
"After everything you just said to me, Himekawa, I'm still going to be nice. I'll let you have the first hit. I won't even move, so make it count, because after that, I am going to break you."
I could see it, the fear in his eyes, but even with that, he still somehow thought he could win.
"You asked for it!" He flicked out a customized stun baton and swung it straight at my head.
I was a man of my word, so I let it connect. With a loud crack, it struck the side of my skull, and I did not even flinch.
His face went white. In a panic, he hit the button on the side of the baton and let a strong electrical current run through it. "HAHAHA, got you now!"
The arc of light from the current blinded most of the room except me. "Are you done?" I asked, voice calm.
"Huh?" Himekawa stammered, confused, and stumbled back. Before he could recover, I punched him in the gut.
He folded over, clutching his stomach, gasping. "You are a fool," I said as I watched him double over. "A rich kid who thinks he can buy anything. Let this be a reality check. You can have all the money in the world, but when it comes to real power, your cash is worth nothing."
Himekawa slowly stood. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he was defiant but foolish.
----
I smiled, calm and bored, as Himekawa lunged again with the baton. I read the arc in an instant and stepped inside his reach.
First, a flick to the wrist. My fingers clipped the baton so cleanly that it spun out of his hand and landed somewhere useless. He blinked, stunned that his toy had been removed as if by magic.
Second, I struck the pressure point just below his elbow. It was just a light touch, surgical and precise, and his arm went limp with a sharp pain running through it. He tried to scream, but the sound caught in his throat. He fell to one knee, clutching the useless limb.
Third, I planted my foot on his chest. His breath left him in a single, stunned hiss as he slid across the floor towards his baton.
Between each move, I paused for the barest of seconds. I wanted him lucid. I wanted the humiliation to register. When you humiliate someone properly, they learn their place.
He scrambled to his feet and reached for the baton. Predictable. My elbow clipped his temple with a quick tap that sent him head rolling to the side. This was pathetic, really.
I stepped close enough that he could smell me. "You think money buys courage?" I said quietly. "You thought you could buy my friends' loyalty with cash and yet all you bought was a lesson."
A flick of my fingers, i hit a pressure point in his legs and they stopped cooperating. He staggered and collapsed, sprawling onto his back.
Oga leaned forward, a grin spreading as Himekawa scrambled under the weight of his dignity. Hilda watched with a small, satisfied crease at the corner of her mouth. No theatrics, no ranting. Just precise, efficient takedown.
I gave him one last look and then a light punch to the jaw, knocking him unconscious. It was not about breaking him physically. It was about making sure he remembered who had the power in the room.
When I stepped back, Himekawa lay on the floor, stunned, humiliated and broken in the way rich people rarely are: stripped of their bluster. Around us lay a bunch of thugs Oga had been beating while I was putting the hurt on Himekawa.
I slapped the nearest one awake and spoke.
"Tell your boss," I said, voice flat. "If he ever tries to do shit like this again, he should consider investing in a hospital, because that's the only way his money will help him then."
With that done, we left.
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