In the echoing underground gym of Babyls, the Abnormal Class stood at attention as Professor Kalego explained the rules.
"This is the Cannon Ball Execution Exam," he began, stern and unyielding. "Each team will have members in the infield and outfield. If you're struck by the ball, you're sent to the outfield. There, you may continue to attack using magic—but only through the ball. No direct spells or abilities on your classmates. Face hits are fouls. Ground contact is safe once. The match lasts fifteen minutes."
He held up two bundles of color-coded armbands.
"Performance will directly affect your rank evaluation. So I suggest you take this seriously."
The students caught their armbands. Iruma glanced down. Team B. His expression remained composed, but internally:
Figures. Separate me from Alice… they want to test my independence. Tch. Fine.
Kalego raised a brow as murmurs rippled.
"The teams have been balanced for both strength and strategic variety."
He gestured to the board:
Team A:
Asmodeus Alice ,Sabnock Sabro , Valac Clara , Ix Elizabetta , Caim Kamui , Agares Picero , Purson Soi .
Team B:
Iruma Suzuki , Gaap Goemon , Crocell Kerori , Shax Lied , Allocer Schneider , Andro M. Jazz .
Alice stepped toward Kalego. "Professor, shouldn't I—"
"Evenly distributed. Sit down."
Alice grit his teeth and stepped back. Iruma smirked.
So much for sticking together.
Kalego snapped his fingers.
"Begin."
The gym exploded into motion.
Jazz blinked out of sight, already intercepting the ball. Before Lied could react, Jazz had handed it off to Sabro, who thundered forward and launched it toward Kerori with a demonic roar.
Kerori created an ice dome—but the ball pierced through, tapping her shoulder. She stumbled.
"Kerori, out."
Goemon retrieved the ball next, spinning with his sword-style grace and launching it toward Clara, who danced aside, her copied balls erupting in all directions. The field turned into a circus.
Iruma didn't move. His Rinnegan activated briefly, tracing the real ball through the illusions. He stepped calmly and intercepted it mid-air.
Alice, from across the court, narrowed his eyes. Of course he would see through it.
Iruma glanced down at the ball. Opera taught me how to catch… but not how to throw. Great.
Before he could toss, Lied shouted, "IRUMA—LOOK OUT!"
Kamui soared from the side, wings extended, aiming for a feint. Iruma spun back, body shifting smoothly as he tossed the ball just enough to knock Kamui's path off. He didn't even aim for a hit—just disruption. Kamui spiraled and crashed into the wall.
Iruma landed silently, standing tall, coat rippling.
I've trained for this. No wasted movement. No pointless flash.
On the opposite end, Alice moved forward, grabbing the ball. His flames danced.
"Iruma-sama… I won't hold back."
Sabro tried to charge in, but Alice flung the ball past him with pinpoint control, sending it toward Iruma like a fireball javelin.
Iruma's Rinnegan spun. Time slowed for him.
Track the rotation. Feel the heat. Use chakra. Anchor your feet…
He raised his hands—and caught it.
Silence.
Elizabetta gasped. Clara screamed, "HE CAUGHT A FLAME BALL!!"
Alice exhaled. Then he smiled.
Iruma stared back, voice calm. "Come at me again."
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The arena thundered with magic and cheers, the underground gym echoing with the roars of students watching the chaos unfold. Kalego's whistle had already signaled the final phase of the match, but most of Team B had already been eliminated.
Iruma stood alone.
He adjusted the armband on his wrist, his eyes scanning the battlefield with cool precision. A thin current of electricity danced along his fingertips, subtle trails of black flame licking his sleeves before fading into the air. His chakra control was steady, his breath calm. He didn't look like a student anymore — he looked like a soldier.
Across from him stood the six remaining members of Team A, all of them ready.
Only one of their team had been taken out: Caim Kamui, who had, in typical fashion, removed himself from the match for the most ridiculous reason.
Earlier, Kamui had intercepted the ball with a graceful catch and turned to Kerori with sparkling eyes and a dramatic flair.
"For you, my frost-kissed queen, I offer this ball of valor!" he announced, holding the ball like a bouquet of roses.
Kerori blinked, clearly not expecting the attention.
"U-uh… what?"
Before she could say anything else, Kamui gently passed her the ball. Unfortunately, in his theatrical presentation, he had stepped well past the boundary line.
Kalego's voice boomed from the sideline.
"Caim Kamui. Out. Foot over the line."
Kamui fell backward dramatically, his arms flailing.
"A true gentleman always exits the battlefield in the name of love!"
Kerori stood still, holding the ball awkwardly as she mumbled under her breath.
"I-I didn't even ask you to do that…"
Now, Iruma was alone. Team B had been reduced to zero—except for him.
Goemon watched from the sidelines, hands clenched in front of his chest like he was praying.
"Iruma-dono fights with honor and courage. May the wind carry his justice."
Lied pumped his fists with excitement.
"Yooo! Iruma, come on, man! Show them what you got! Go full main character!"
Jazz leaned back with arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
"Tch. He better win. I didn't lose for nothing."
Kerori, still holding the ball Kamui had gifted her, remained frozen.
"Do I throw this now? Or… wait until moment? Ugh, this is stressful..."
On Team A's side, the tension was rising.
Asmodeus Alice stared straight at Iruma, arms folded, his expression stoic.
"Do not hold back, Iruma-sama. Show me everything you've gained from your training."
Beside him, Sabnock Sabro cracked his knuckles with a wide, wild grin.
"This is it, Iruma! A true battle of rivals! Let's see if you've got what it takes to stand next to me!"
Clara bounced on her heels, spinning in place with manic energy.
"I'mma throw the ball! No wait—I'mma hug Iruma first! Wait, no! I'll do both!"
Elizabetta tilted her head with a playful smile.
"My my~ Iruma's really the last one? That's kinda hot."
Picero, still lying halfway on the ground, yawned without looking up.
"Can we end this soon? I'm missing a perfectly good nap window..."
Iruma took a slow breath, lifting his gaze as the ball passed between Team A's players. His Sharingan flickered, the tomoe spinning slowly. His muscles were still sore from three days of brutal training, but his mind was clear.
"Six of them, huh..." he murmured to himself, voice barely audible over the crowd. "Then this won't take long."
A small smirk played at the corner of his lips.
No fear. No hesitation.
Only resolve.
The final match had begun.
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The arena trembled with magic and deafening cheers as Iruma stood alone, his figure cutting through the chaotic atmosphere like a steel blade through water. On the sidelines, Jazz, Allocher, Lied, and Goemon roared with excitement, their voices reverberating through the arena, their support echoing off the walls.
Out of the corner of his eye, Iruma caught a glimpse of Caim Kamui standing with Kerori, his usual perverted grin plastered across his face. Kerori, however, was visibly flustered, frozen in place by the sheer awkwardness of the moment.
Kamui leaned closer, unabashed. "Ah, my sweet girl..." he drawled, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Kerori shuddered, clearly uncomfortable. "Hey, stop it!" she hissed, her nerves betraying her as she tried to maintain her composure.
At the far end of the battlefield, the shrill whistle of Teacher Kalego cut through the air like a blade, signaling the beginning of the final clash. "Enough distractions! Time to begin!" he commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.
Iruma's breath steadied, and in that moment, everything seemed to slow. His thoughts sharpened like a blade. All that training... he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. I must show them everything. They're demons, after all. But I've sensed it... Asmodeus has boosted his power, and Sabro's no different. They're not the same as before.
Iruma's sharp eyes locked onto Asmodeus, who stood across from him with a fire in his eyes. "Iruma-sama," Asmodeus said, his voice low and steady.
"I will not deceive you. You have trained hard, and now, I will use my full power against you." His stance was solid, his confidence radiating off him.
Iruma smirked, his voice a quiet but confident whisper. "Come on."
Sabnock Sabro, his grin wild and full of anticipation, raised his massive weapon. "Iruma, my rival, be prepared." The ground beneath him seemed to shake with the intensity of his words.
Clara, bouncing with excitement, quickly handed the ball to Asmodeus, who channeled all of his flames into it. The ball erupted in a roaring blaze, but against all odds, the ball remained untouched by the flames.
Asmodeus hurled the flaming ball into the air, and in an instant, it was moving so fast that no one but Iruma, Sabro, and their teacher could react. Iruma leapt into the air, his body moving like a streak of lightning, and grabbed the ball mid-flight.
Now it was Iruma's turn. With a focused breath, he channeled chakra through his body, infusing the ball with a power that made the very air crackle. He threw it back at them with such force that it was as if time itself bent around it. But Sabro, with a flourish of his weapon, redirected it, sending it flying back at Iruma with brutal speed.
The battle became a blur. For two full minutes, the ball was tossed between them at a speed that no normal student could comprehend—93600 times in total. That's 780 times every second, each pass a blur of motion, each throw filled with pure, unrestrained power.
The tension in the air was palpable, the ground beneath them shaking with every impact. This is it, both Asmodeus and Sabro thought. Iruma's training... I can feel it.
"Master Iruma," Asmodeus said, his voice a mixture of awe and respect. "I can see your training in every move you make."
Sabro cracked his knuckles with a grin. "I expect nothing less from my rival."
Iruma's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" he roared, and in an instant, four versions of Iruma appeared in a burst of smoke, each one poised and ready for battle.
The entire arena went silent for a split second. The students, even the seasoned veterans, stared at the four identical Irumas as if they had just seen the impossible. A murmur rippled through the crowd.
"Wait... What the heck? How did he—" one of the onlookers whispered in disbelief.
Asmodeus's jaw dropped, his eyes wide.
"What? Four... Iruma-sama... You can do that? " He blinked rapidly, trying to process what had just happened.
Sabro's eyes went wide with shock. "Four?! No way!" He stepped back for a moment, his hand gripping his weapon tighter.
"Since Iruma pull off something like this then lets face it"
Clara's mouth fell open. "Is this really... Iruma –chi which one? Which one is real one" She gasped, her voice excitement with joy.
Lied, Jazz, Allocher, and Goemon were going wild on the sidelines, chanting Iruma's name. But the ones who mattered—Asmodeus and Sabro—were struck silent. The stakes had just been raised.
Iruma's smirk never faltered. "Let's see if you can handle all of me, then."
In an instant, the four Irumas moved with blinding speed. One by one, they eliminated Elizabeth, Clara, and Agares Picero. Purson Soi, as usual, slipped under the radar, eliminating himself without anyone noticing, leaving only Asmodeus and Sabro.
Iruma's grin was maddening, a reflection of Sasuke's unrelenting confidence. "Now, let's have some fun, Alice and Sabro."
Both nodded in agreement. "Yes, Master Iruma," Alice responded, and Sabro's voice rang out with fierce determination.
"Yes, my rival."
The students couldn't contain themselves. The air was thick with anticipation. This was a battle like no other.
Asmodeus, with his fiery powers, hurled the ball once again. Sabro, with a masterful swing of his weapon, redirected the ball with such force that it soared toward Iruma.
Iruma's eyes glittered. " Devil MOON Prison" he shouted, and the arena seemed to shudder under the sheer force of the technique.
A massive orb of violet energy erupted from the ground, suspended in the air, as if it were suspended by some otherworldly force. The orb was smooth and gleaming, like a perfect moon, glowing with a strange, pulsating light. From its core, a brilliant beam of violet light shot upward, parting the darkness like a sword of the heavens.
The orb was surrounded by twin rings of glowing light, spinning slowly with a deep hum, each revolution syncing with the rhythm of the orb's power. Below it, the ground rippled, and the arena became charged with a heavy, unearthly energy.
Asmodeus and Sabro's magic was sealed in an instant, their power restricted for the next three minutes. Iruma's eyes gleamed with determination, and a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Now, you're mine."
He wasted no time. With precision, he sent the ball flying toward Asmodeus, who attempted to intercept it with his flames. Iruma countered with a powerful wind jutsu, sending the ball speeding toward Sabro faster than he could even react.
Iruma followed up with a powerful fire jutsu, directly countering Asmodeus's flames and sending the ball crashing into Team A's last two members with unrelenting force.
The battle was over. Iruma had defeated them all, single-handedly.
" I expect nothing less from my master . I must keep up with him "
" Chill out azz "
Sabro said to iruma not being ashame or angry but full of pride and admires " Iruma Next time we face i will be the winner . "
" Yeah right. Lets face " Both laugh