HIGH SCHOOL DxD

The warm afternoon sun filters through the cherry blossom trees lining the paths of Kuoh Academy, casting soft pink petals across the courtyard. The prestigious school — once an all-girls academy, now co-ed — buzzes with the usual energy: students laughing in groups, clubs recruiting new members, and the occasional envious sigh from the boys as they steal glances at the famously beautiful upperclassmen.

You’re making your way across the grounds after classes, backpack slung over your shoulder, when your eyes are inevitably drawn to the most popular spot in the courtyard. There stands Rias Gremory, the crimson-haired third-year beauty known as the academy’s ultimate idol. Her long, flowing red hair catches the light like fire, that single stubborn ahoge bouncing slightly as she laughs at something her vice-president said. Her uniform hugs her impossibly voluptuous figure (those legendary measurements whispered about in the boys’ locker room), drawing admiring stares from nearly everyone nearby.

Beside her is Akeno Himejima, the raven-haired beauty with the gentle smile and an aura that somehow feels both saintly and dangerously seductive. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her violet eyes sparkling with quiet amusement as her chest rises and falls with a soft “Ufufu~” laugh.

Nearby, the petite Koneko Toujou sits on a bench silently munching on a sweet, her golden eyes scanning the area like a wary cat. The gentle blonde Asia Argento stands close to Rias, clutching a small bag of snacks she’s sharing with the group, her innocent green eyes wide and kind. And of course, the ever-charming Yuuto Kiba leans casually against a tree, flashing his princely smile at a few passing girls who immediately blush and giggle.

Not far away, you spot Issei Hyoudou — the infamous pervert of Class 2-B — crouched behind a bush with his two bald friends Matsuda and Motohama. Binoculars in hand, Issei’s face is flushed red as he whispers loudly.

Issei Hyoudou: “J-Just look at them… President’s oppai are unreal today… and Akeno-senpai’s are practically bursting out of that uniform… This is heaven! Pure heaven!”

His friends nod vigorously, drooling in agreement, until Koneko’s deadpan glare from across the courtyard makes them freeze.

As you pass closer to the group — whether intentionally or just by chance — Rias’s light blue-green eyes suddenly shift toward you. She tilts her head slightly, a warm yet curiously appraising smile curving her lips. Akeno notices too, her gentle smile widening with subtle intrigue. Even Issei peeks out from the bushes, muttering something about “another guy getting close to the President…”

Rias Gremory: “Ara? You there — I don’t think we’ve properly met. You’ve been catching my eye lately. Care to introduce yourself?”

She steps forward gracefully, the rest of the Occult Research Club watching with varying degrees of interest. The air feels just a little heavier around her — something you can’t quite place. What do you do?

Phoenix of the Battle School Arc (Volume 2 / Riser Phenex Rating Game)

The Occult Research Club room is still heavy with the lingering scent of scorched phoenix flames and ozone. The crimson teleportation circle that brought Riser Phenex here has only just faded from the wooden floor, leaving behind faint burn marks — a deliberate, arrogant signature from the third son of the Phenex Clan.

Moments ago, he had materialized in the center of the room with a flash of golden fire, smug grin wide, arms spread as if he already owned the place.

Riser: *“Rias, my beloved Rias! How I’ve missed this beautiful crimson hair and these magnificent breasts of yours!” * He stepped forward without hesitation, reaching out to cup Rias’s cheek possessively, then sliding his hand lower in a brazen grope that made the entire peerage freeze in rage.

Riser: “In ten days, you will become the bride of Riser Phenex. It’s already been decided by our parents. Pure-blooded devils must marry pure-blooded devils — that is the law of our world. A Gremory heiress belongs with a Phenex, not wasting her time playing house with reincarnated trash.”

His sharp blue eyes swept over the peerage with open contempt, lingering on Issei. Riser: “Especially not with a lowly Pawn who only consumed eight pieces because he was that weak. A dragon that can’t even fly properly? Pathetic. You’re nothing but garbage, Red Dragon Emperor.”

He laughed, loud and mocking, flames flickering around his shoulders. Riser: “And the rest of you — a fallen angel half-breed, a worthless Rook, a failed holy sword experiment, and a former nun? You think this ragtag group can stand against the immortal Phenex Clan? We regenerate from ashes. We cannot be killed. In the Rating Game, I’ll burn you all to cinders over and over until you beg for mercy. Rias will watch her precious ‘family’ fall… and then she’ll come to me willingly.”

With one last possessive squeeze of Rias’s shoulder, he vanished in a pillar of golden flames, his laughter echoing long after he was gone.

Now, in the stunned silence that follows, the peerage’s fury finally erupts.

Akeno’s violet eyes glow with dark lightning, her smile chillingly sweet. Akeno: “Ara ara ufufu… That fried-chicken third son actually touched Buchou like that in front of us. I’m going to enjoy making him scream and beg when my holy lightning coils around every inch of him~”

Koneko crushes her snack box flat, golden eyes narrowed to slits. Koneko: “…Perverted chicken bastard. I’ll smash his face in.”

Kiba’s hand tightens on his sword hilt, demon swords flickering in and out of existence. Kiba: “He insulted Buchou… and all of us. That arrogance ends in three days.”

Asia clutches her hands together, trembling with anger and worry. Asia: “H-How could he say such awful things…! I’ll heal everyone no matter what! We can’t let President Rias be forced into that marriage!”

Issei is practically vibrating with rage, face flushed crimson, Boosted Gear gauntlet flashing on his arm. Issei: “That third-rate fried-chicken asshole! He groped Buchou’s sacred breasts right in front of me and called me trash!? I’ll blow him to ashes a hundred times over! No way in hell I’m letting him take Buchou! Her future — her oppai — belong with us!”

Rias stands motionless for a moment longer, then exhales slowly and turns to face her peerage. Her light blue-green eyes burn with quiet fury and unbreakable resolve.

Rias: “In three days, we face Riser Phenex in an official Rating Game. The stakes are my freedom… my future. He believes his immortality makes victory certain. He believes we are beneath him. But he is wrong. We are not pawns to be discarded or tools to be used — we are a family. And together, we are stronger than any flame.”

She steps forward, gaze sweeping over each member before settling on you — whether newly reincarnated devil, trusted transfer student, or someone else now bound to this fight.

Rias: “I believe in all of you. Akeno. Yuuto. Koneko. Asia. Issei… and you.” Her eyes meet yours directly, soft yet fierce. “We will win. We will prove to the entire Underworld that the Gremory peerage bows to no one.”

Akeno steps beside her, smile widening dangerously. Akeno: “Fufufu… and I’ll personally make sure that phoenix learns the true meaning of pain~”

The room crackles with determination. In three days, the Rating Game begins.

What do you say or do?

The summer heat hangs heavy over Kuoh Academy, the cicadas buzzing loudly as students scatter across the sports fields for afternoon club activities. The upcoming inter-class Ball Tournament has everyone buzzing with excitement — it's one of the biggest events of the school year, and rumors say the Occult Research Club and the Student Council are both fielding strong teams.

You're walking along the edge of the training grounds, maybe heading to your own club or just cutting across campus, when you spot them: the infamous Occult Research Club in full practice mode. Rias Gremory, the crimson-haired president, stands at the center like a queen overseeing her court. Her uniform clings slightly from the humidity, accentuating her legendary curves as she directs the others with confident gestures. That single ahoge of hers bounces as she calls out plays.

Nearby, Akeno Himejima laughs softly — that signature "ara ara ufufu~" escaping her lips — while effortlessly dodging a ball with graceful, almost teasing movements. Her ponytail sways, violet eyes gleaming with hidden mischief.

Akeno Himejima: "Oh my, Issei-kun, if you keep staring like that, you'll never block properly~"

Sure enough, Issei Hyoudou is red-faced and distracted as usual, his eyes locked not on the ball but on Rias and Akeno's... assets. He's partnered with Genshirou Saji from the Student Council, the two pawns glaring at each other in an intense rivalry.

Issei Hyoudou: "D-Damn it! How am I supposed to focus when Buchou's oppai are bouncing like that?! This is training for the Harem King!"

Genshirou Saji: "Shut up, you pervert! President Sona's team is gonna crush you dragons!"

The petite Koneko Toujou sits on the sidelines munching snacks, golden eyes half-lidded in boredom, while Asia Argento cheers enthusiastically from the bench, her blonde hair shining in the sun as she waves a little flag. Yuuto Kiba, ever the prince, moves with flawless speed, passing the ball effortlessly.

New faces have joined recently too — Xenovia Quarta, the blue-haired swordswoman with the intense eyes and athletic-yet-curvaceous build, practices swings nearby with a wooden sword substitute. She's still adjusting to devil life after her dramatic reincarnation into Rias's peerage. And there's hushed talk about a reclusive first-year, Gasper Vladi, who's supposedly sealed away for training his powers.

Suddenly, a stray ball rockets toward you — courtesy of Issei's distracted fumble. Before it can hit, Rias effortlessly catches it with a burst of crimson demonic energy, her light blue-green eyes turning toward you with warm curiosity. The whole group pauses, noticing you for the first time.

Rias Gremory: "Oh? You're... one of the new transfer students, aren't you? Or perhaps someone I've seen around campus lately. You've got good timing — we could use an extra hand for practice. Care to join us? Or at least tell me your name?"

Akeno smiles invitingly beside her, Xenovia tilts her head with blunt interest, and even Issei perks up (though he's muttering something about "another rival for Buchou's attention"). The air around them feels charged with something more than just summer heat. What do you do?*

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