Private Kuoh Academy.
Located in Kuoh Town, Japan, this school was an all-girls' academy until a few years ago, when it opened its doors to boys as a regular high school.
As a result, the gender ratio was wildly skewed—there were far more girls than boys, and quite a few beautiful overseas exchange students as well. The boys, meanwhile, were a rare species.
There are always naïve souls in this world—people who think, with such a lopsided ratio, they'll be wildly popular if they get in. They imagine casting a wide net and reeling in the harem of their dreams—finally achieving every boy's greatest fantasy: becoming the Harem King!
Reality, of course, is much harsher. People who think like this are usually just daydreamers, feasting on peaches in their sleep.
"Damn it! That pretty-boy bastard! Why does he get so much attention from the girls?!"
"He's just a little better-looking, a little smarter, and a little more gentle. What else does he have? Why do so many girls flock around him, caring about every little thing, while we don't even get a glance?"
"He's the enemy of every guy here! Ugh… Bet he's already groped more than one girl's boobs by now! If he wanted, I bet girls would line up to let him touch their boobs!"
Hyoudou Issei, Motohama, and Matsuda—universally known as the "Perverted Trio." Easily the least popular boys at Kuoh Academy.
Motohama wore glasses; Matsuda was bald. Issei alone was as average-looking as they come—utterly unremarkable.
Sure, "men will be men," but these three went above and beyond—openly, shamelessly proud of their lechery. For most girls, seeing them together was like spotting cockroaches.
Which was only natural. If you came across three guys loudly talking about peeking into the girls' locker room or which friend's house had the best adult DVDs, you'd want to stay as far away as possible, right?
What especially annoyed the trio today was a fellow classmate, Kiba Yuuto—immensely popular with the girls, while the three of them were probably running a popularity deficit.
Actually, "deficit" might not even cover it—if their popularity started in the negatives, you'd have to flip the sign just to compare.
Bonded by shared interests and being classmates, the trio did everything together—a tight-knit, if infamous, brotherhood.
As they walked to class, Matsuda suddenly broke into a lecherous grin and leaned in conspiratorially.
"All right, forget about that class enemy for now. Listen up—I found something amazing during PE last time. I'll show you after class!"
"Did you find someone else's stash of magazines?"
"Even better! I found the perfect vantage point. You can see straight into the girls' changing room—clear view of boobs and butts!"
"Whoa—!!"
Transformed into avatars of lust, Issei and Motohama shouted in unison—completely missing the way every nearby girl sped up to get away, shooting them disgusted glances as if they were some sort of filth.
Issei's breathing grew heavy as he giggled, "Heh heh heh." He wasn't even in class yet, but his mind was already filled with fantasies of girls' bodies. Whatever the teacher was planning to say in first period, there was no way it'd sink in.
Suddenly, Issei's gaze snagged on a figure in the crowd—and he couldn't look away.
It was a girl—a beautiful girl with an aura that felt almost dangerous.
Her hair was platinum, long and silky, cascading to her calves and swaying gently in the breeze—like a strand of moonlight spilling through clouds.
Her eyes were a rare, noble gold, giving off a sense of dignity and command. To have your own face reflected in those eyes would be enough to make anyone's heart race.
Issei caught only her profile from afar, but it was enough to leave him completely spellbound.
It felt like his blood was set on fire, his heart pounding so loud it was almost distracting.
"Hey! What's with you, Issei?"
Motohama and Matsuda had walked a ways before realizing their "Gentlemen's Unbreakable Alliance" was missing a member. Turning back, they saw Issei still rooted to the spot, staring blankly into space.
"If you don't hurry, you'll be late! First period is Japanese class, and that teacher's the second most terrifying in the whole school, right behind the history teacher! You'll be toast if you're late!"
"Yeah, and if you get called in after class, it'll just be me and Matsuda checking out the girls' butts and boobs."
Just then, both their shoulders were grabbed.
"Hey, Motohama, Matsuda… I need to tell you something, but don't freak out…"
Issei's head was bowed, his expression unreadable, voice unusually heavy.
"I think… I just fell in love at first sight."
After a long silence, Motohama and Matsuda exchanged strange glances before replying, perfectly in sync:
"Quit acting pure, you perv. Just say you're horny."
…
"Well, before we start class… let's have our new student introduce herself. Please welcome her with a round of applause."
The gentle, smiling female teacher led the way in clapping, and the whole class soon followed suit.
Self-introductions were a rite of passage for every new student… It had been a long time since she'd done one herself.
If this had been the old, socially anxious her, standing here at the lectern, her palms would be sweating, heart pounding.
But now, standing here again, it was just… boring and annoying.
"Jeanne."
An awkward silence fell over the classroom.
Only then did the teacher and students realize—the new transfer's self-introduction was already over.
It had taken just one second.
Sensing the weird mood, the teacher gave an awkward but polite smile and quietly asked, "Is that all?"
Arms crossed, Jeanne Alter gave an impatient huff, then—after a moment's thought—turned and scrawled "Jeanne D'Arc" on the blackboard, tossing the chalk aside with a flick, one hand on her hip as she faced the class again.
"Jeanne. Or Jeanne d'Arc, or whatever—call me whatever you like."
"But remember this—if anyone dares to confuse me with that so-called saint, I'll skewer them with an iron lance and roast them over a fire!"
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[Jeanne d'Arc [Alter]]
Class: Avenger
Level: 100
Skills: [Self-Modification EX], [Dragon Witch EX], [Ephemeral DreamEX]
Class Skills: [Avenger B], [Oblivion Correction A], [Self-Regeneration (Mana) A+]
Parameters: Strength A, Endurance C, Agility A, Mana A+, Luck E, Noble Phantasm A+
Noble Phantasm: [La Grondement Du Haine EX]
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T/N: at first i was like fuckkkk DxD then i was like YUEAHHHHH JALTER!!!!!
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