New friends

As the classroom filled with the chatter of returning students, Akira couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water amidst the sea of excited females. Mia's teasing remarks and Kuno's unwavering loyalty only added to his sense of unease.

"Mr. Womanizer," Azazel's voice cut through the commotion, drawing everyone's attention to the imposing figure at the front of the room. "It seems you're already causing quite a stir."

Akira shifted uncomfortably in his seat, acutely aware of the curious gazes fixed upon him. "I can't help it if I attract attention," he muttered under his breath.

Kuno, ever the faithful servant, leaned in close. "Master, do you need any assistance?"

Before Akira could respond, Mia's mischievous laughter filled the air. "Oh, I think he's got his hands full already," she teased, earning a pointed glare from Azazel.

Ignoring Mia's antics, Azazel addressed the class. "Now that everyone is here, I expect you to focus on your studies and conduct yourselves with dignity."

As Mia begrudgingly made her way back to the third-year section, Akira couldn't shake the feeling of being under a microscope. It seemed that his presence had stirred up more excitement than he had anticipated.

Just then, amidst the bustling crowd, a striking figure caught Akira's eye. Rin Nishimura, with her alluring aura and mysterious demeanor, approached him with an air of confidence.

"Excuse me," Rin began, her crimson eyes meeting Akira's with a curious gaze. "You're the new student, correct?"

Akira nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment at being singled out in front of the entire class. "Yes, that's me. Akira Sen," he replied, trying to maintain his composure.

Rin's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she spoke again. "I'm Rin Nishimura, the class captain. I must say, you seem rather...different from the other students."

Akira's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Rin gestured towards his voice, behavior, and clothing. "Your voice, your mannerisms, even your clothing—they all seem more...masculine than what we're used to here."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the classroom as the other students exchanged curious glances. Akira felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized the implications of Rin's words.

Azazel stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "It's true," he confirmed, his gaze sweeping over the room. "Akira Sen is indeed male. I trust that you will all treat him with the same respect and courtesy afforded to your fellow classmates."

The revelation sent shockwaves through the room, with whispers of disbelief echoing off the walls. Akira braced himself for the inevitable questions and scrutiny that would follow.

"When was the last time a male attended this academy?" Akira asked, his curiosity piqued.

Azazel paused for a moment, as if contemplating his response. "Last year, there were only three male students enrolled. However, this year, Akira is the sole representative of his gender."

Akira found himself at the center of attention once again, surrounded by a throng of excited females eager to learn more about the enigmatic newcomer. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and anticipation building within him. Little did he know, his presence would herald a new chapter in the academy's history, one filled with unexpected challenges and unforeseen adventures.

As the swarm of curious females closed in around Akira, he felt a sense of suffocation, both figuratively and literally. Kuno and Rin exchanged worried glances, while Raphael's disappointed gaze bore into him like a weighty burden.

"I know you're the only male student here, Akira, but that's no excuse to overdo it," Raphael admonished, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Akira struggled to catch his breath amidst the sea of eager faces. "What do you mean? And please, someone help me out here," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.

Azazel's stern expression softened slightly as he offered a word of caution. "Just make sure you don't get anyone pregnant," he quipped, earning a nervous chuckle from Akira.

Rin stepped forward, her crimson eyes glinting with determination. "I'll help you, Akira," she declared, her voice unwavering.

With a flick of her wrist, Rin unleashed a powerful blood magic spell known as "[Blood Magic: Blood Hand]." A giant hand made of swirling crimson energy materialized above Akira, its fingers curling protectively around him.

As the blood hand extended its reach, Rin used it to gently push back the throng of eager females, creating a safe space for Akira to breathe and regroup.

"Thank you, Rin," Akira breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for her timely intervention.

Raphael's expression softened slightly as he watched the scene unfold. "Looks like you've found yourself a guardian angel," he remarked, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.

Kuno, ever the loyal servant, stepped forward to lend her support. "Master, are you alright?" she inquired, her voice filled with concern.

Akira nodded, offering Kuno a reassuring smile. "Thanks to Rin and her blood magic, I'm feeling much better now," he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

With the immediate crisis averted, Azazel addressed the class once more. "Alright, everyone, let's give Akira some space," he instructed, his authoritative tone cutting through the lingering tension.

The female students reluctantly dispersed, their curiosity momentarily satisfied as they returned to their seats, leaving Akira and his companions to catch their breath.

As the classroom settled into a more manageable rhythm, Akira couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Despite the initial chaos, he was grateful for the support of his classmates and the quick thinking of Rin.

"Thanks again, Rin," Akira said, turning to the crimson-eyed girl with a grateful smile. "I owe you one."

Rin waved off his gratitude with a casual shrug. "It's no problem. Just be more careful next time," she replied, her tone laced with concern.

With the immediate crisis resolved, Akira settled back into his seat, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie with his classmates. Little did he know, this unexpected encounter would mark the beginning of a bond that would shape his journey in ways he never could have imagined.

As the final bell of the day rang out, signaling the end of classes, Raphael Azazel summoned Akira, Kuno, Mia, Rin, Rina Satan, Yumi Nakamura, and Takere Suzuki to his office. The eclectic group of students made their way to the designated meeting place, curiosity piqued by the unusual summons.

Entering Raphael's office, they found themselves faced with the imposing figure of their teacher, his silver hair catching the light as he regarded them with a serious expression.

"Thank you all for coming," Raphael began, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I've called you here today to discuss the formation of a new team: the Shadow Reapers."

Akira's eyebrows shot up in surprise, while Kuno and Mia exchanged intrigued glances. Rin remained stoic, her crimson eyes betraying nothing, while Rina and Yumi listened attentively, their expressions unreadable.

Raphael continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled students. "Each of you has been chosen for this team based on your unique abilities and strengths," he explained. "Together, you will be tasked with carrying out missions of utmost importance to the safety and security of our academy and the wider supernatural community."

Akira felt a surge of excitement coursing through him at the prospect of embarking on such a prestigious endeavor. To be chosen as a member of the Shadow Reapers was an honor he hadn't anticipated, but one he was eager to accept.

Kuno, ever the loyal servant, nodded in agreement, her expression one of determination. Mia, always ready for adventure, grinned eagerly, while Rin observed the proceedings with her usual air of detached calm.

Rina and Yumi exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepared to embark on this new chapter of their lives. Takere, the rugged third-year student, she may look like tomboy but she is very sexy remained silent but attentive, her amber eyes reflecting the flickering light of the room.

"As members of the Shadow Reapers, you will be expected to work together as a cohesive unit, utilizing your individual skills to overcome any challenges that may arise," Raphael continued, his tone solemn yet resolute.

Akira nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him at the thought of joining forces with such a formidable group of peers. Together, they would be a force to be reckoned with, capable of facing any obstacle that stood in their way.

Raphael's gaze lingered on each of them in turn, his eyes alight with a spark of anticipation. "Are you ready to accept this responsibility?" he asked, his voice echoing through the room.

Without hesitation, Akira and his fellow students nodded in agreement, their determination clear for all to see. They were ready to embrace their destiny as members of the Shadow Reapers, united in purpose and bound by a common goal.

With a satisfied nod, Raphael offered them a reassuring smile. "Very well, then. Welcome to the Shadow Reapers," he declared, his voice ringing out with pride.

As the gravity of their new roles settled over them, Akira and his companions exchanged a knowing glance, their resolve strengthened by the bonds of friendship and camaraderie that united them. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, standing as guardians of the supernatural world and defenders of the innocent.

THE END