If you're a student at Kempfa,

you might not know the principal.

You might ignore the Board of Directors.

You might even pretend not to know the Radiant Ten Stars!

But if you truly belong to Kempfa,

and you've never heard of the "Delinquent Three-Color Salad"?

Congrats—you're OUT.

Hand in your transfer request and get the hell out of this sacred campus.

What? You ask why?

Don't you know about enrollment day, when three powerhouses fought over a silver-haired boy with the "this great one" catchphrase?

Haven't you heard of the golden-haired goth loli who dropped from the sky that same day?

Haven't you heard of the adorably sleepy black-haired little girl who's done nothing but nap since enrollment?

Bards turned these tales into songs sung in every street and alley!

The Delinquent Three-Color Salad became an immortal legend after Kempfa wrapped up admissions and started the new semester.

"Hey, hey—see that? The silver-haired guy still taking notes after class! Is he really a delinquent? I don't buy it."

"Shh! Keep it down, or the upperclassmen will kick us out!"

"You idiot—we *are* the highest-grade students! Don't you know he calls every teacher 'this great one' to their face? Even the Radiant Ten Stars aren't spared!"

"Look! The one sleeping behind him—isn't that the delinquent black-haired girl?"

"Took you long enough. She's asleep all day except for meals."

"Even during class?"

"Yep! That's why they call her the 'Delinquent Black Reaper'."

"Huh? But it's the 'Three-Color Salad'—why 'Reaper'?"

"Dumbass! She sleeps like she's dead but shows up alive for meals. What else would you call her?"

"Whoa! Do the others have nicknames too?"

"Obviously! The note-taker is the 'Delinquent Silver Demon King'!"

"Pfft! Demon King? Then I'm the Supreme God!"

"Moron! Don't tell anyone we're from the same village! He crushed the test crystal with his bare hands on enrollment day!"

"...Sorry. What about the third color?"

"Ugh! How are you this clueless? It's the 'Delinquent Golden Sorceress'!"

"Eh! Is that girl walking over her—the legendary Golden Sorceress?"

"Huh?............ Aaaah! It's her! The Delinquent Golden Sorceress is here!!!"

Thud! Crash! Several upperclassmen scrambled away in panic, bumps echoing down the stairs.

A golden-haired goth loli stood at the classroom door, eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to the clattering sounds. Pure satisfaction lit her face. A crystal plaque hung at the entrance, reading: Enlightenment Class One.

"Ah, such a beautiful sound. This is humanity's deepest bond~"

Her lips curled up slightly. She lifted a ruby crystal from her snow-white neck, aiming it at the doorway.

A rainbow ripple spread across the empty classroom door, fading slowly outward.

She tucked the crystal back into her collar and strode inside.

She zeroed in on a silver-haired boy. The empty classroom held only him and a black-haired loli dozing behind him.

"Yo! Ryosuke!"

"What..." Ryosuke didn't look up.

"Seriously! Don't you know basic social etiquette?"

"This great one has zero interest in that nonsense."

The golden loli puffed her cheeks, speaking slowly.

"Whe...n...a...frie...nd...cal...ls...you...by...na...me...you...shou...ld...re...turn...the...ca...ll..."

"Alice... you still owe me thirty-eight coppers..."

Ryosuke finally glanced up at the porcelain-doll-like girl.

"Hmph! That's your brother's debt! I haven't even settled with him yet!!"

Ryosuke fell silent, head bent over his notes.

Alice flopped onto the desk, revealing a flash of cleavage.

"Ryosuke, why skip outdoor class? Everyone's there—it looks fun."

"This great one has no interest in brats."

He meant it. His mental age was a normal high schooler's; the generation gap felt wider than the Mariana Trench.

"Tch. Acting mature. You're just a kid too."

Ryosuke ignored her, flipping pages. Saori's teaching had sharpened his Battle Qi understanding immensely.

"Ahhh! So boring, so boring, so boring!!!"

Alice rolled across his desk.

Just as Ryosuke raised a finger to flick her off, a ripple shimmered at the door—someone entered.

A bruised little boy stumbled in. "Boss! Boss! You gotta help us!"

The newcomer was Orba, eight years old, in Enlightenment Class One—and our Iceflower Evil God Dragon's...

—classmate.

Our Iceflower Evil God Dragon tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and nearly burst into sorrowful tears.

【Heavens! Why must this great one share a class with brats? How tragic! Hold on, Sima Liangjie! You're a coiled dragon in shallow waters. Master Battle Qi, awaken your origin power, and soar to the nine heavens—goodbye, Mariana Trench!】

After this thought, Ryosuke deployed his ultimate survival skill:

Playing dumb—the most vital skill learned in Enlightenment Class.

But someone's hormones ran wild.

"Damn! Who dares step on Class One's toes!"

Alice slammed her foot on Ryosuke's desk, nearly shattering it.

【My notebook—seven days of hard work!】

Before Ryosuke could snap, Alice yanked his arm, skin contact ignored.

"Orba! Lead the way! This lady wants to see which fool's asking for death!"

"Hey! Wait for this great one—do you hear me!"

Poor Sima Luan Tong was dragged out, bewildered.

A black-haired loli slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. She scanned the empty classroom, head tilting after a moment.

"Meow~ Mew? M...master? Where are you, meow?"

Alas, Ryosuke wasn't there. He'd have been scared witless on the spot.

Alpha... Alpha...

Former leader of the Twelve Demon Kings...

The blazing Black Emperor Demon Dragon...

After eons of sleep, she actually...

Actually...

Actually spoke!!!!!!!!