HEY GUYS IM BACK. This might be somewhat have awkward grammar but whatevs. Other chapters might be revamped too.

The iron bounded woman who stood before me was nothing but pure rage. Her face would be pretty, if it wasn't contorted with fury hot enough to burn through jet steel. Her nails dug deeply through her desk, cutting through like knife cutting cheese.

I need to be quiet. Any sound and I would be fresh Hachiman meat. Komachi, if you can hear me, any piece of me after this encounter is for you. Maybe I shouldn't move? She's kind of looking like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Unfortunately, I lose my wits only for a moment, and my feet instinctively stepped back a little.

Maybe I'm free?

Then time momentarily stops for a second. Like thunder, a rumble resonates throughout Earth as the witch suddenly slams a piece of notebook paper onto her desk, most likely creating rebound in the form of a earthquake or tsunami in a different part of Japan. I couldn't help and jump back.

She points straight at my quivering form with a wicked nail, her mouth open like a black hole.

"Hikigaya-san... what was that piece of garbage essay that you handed to me?" A deep and ominous voice spills from her open and unmoving mouth. What the hell are you, and why are you my teacher?

STAY STRONG MY FRIEND! YOU HAVE ENOUGH POWER TO FIGHT AGAINST IT! A voice says in my head. Thanks weird voice in my head! Hell yeah I have enough power to destroy this woman! Who the hell does she think I am!

Gaining some confidence, I let out my voice to violently retort against her. However, she somehow notices my growing confidence and shoots it down with a glare akin to a rapper shooting down a defenseless church choir.

"I don't know w-what you a-are saying Sensei, you told me to write an argumentative essay about the use of mag-" I let out, before being silenced by the Ultimate Super Death Glare of the Almighty she-demon. Suddenly I feel a loss of air as I'm choked by demonic claws, seemingly appearing from thin air. Claws meaning her clawed nails from the ten thousand hells.

"Out of all my years of living I have never, ever read such a bad essay before" She growls, flames fuming from her hair. Air flowed into my throats as the grip lessened by a bit.

"That's...weird...I'm...sure...you...have...read...worse...because...of...how...old...you...ar-" My sentence was cut short as a strong killing aura resonated in the room. I could barely hear anything but silence.

"Did you just call me old?" A solemn voice resonated through the walls. Sweating profusely, I replied.

"No-"

Suddenly, my stomach was ripped apart from a huge impact. As my bones were promptly destroyed and folded upon themselves, I was slain on the ground for less than a minute, the only thing comprehendible in earshot was her heavy breathing.

"You will DIE." The she-demon roars. Death loomed around me. I could feel the pressure of a thousand suns bare across my back like the Zodiac Gods in the sky. Please, someone help me! This is abuse!

"Please Demon-sensei! Stop! I can re-do the essay if you want me too!" I cry out in my pain, and from the pressure.

The pressure increased, and I could feel death approaching. The already non-existent lights in my eyes seem to begin to fade even more.

Suddenly, the pressure stopped. I could hear a loud and audible sigh exhale from the she-demon.

"What kind of divine punishment could I inflict to you...I wonder..." She says to herself tiredly.

"I can just redo it! It couldn't have been that bad!" I exclaim from the ground. I could sense her eyes peering into my dark soul, filled somewhat with disgust.

"How does a essay about magic lead to becoming a bear? And it was more like a paragraph! What are you, perhaps an idiot?" She sighs and scratches her head, sitting on her desk. I plop my head up from the ground to look up at her. She wore a labcoat over her formal business attire, strange for a teacher outfit. Though, If she wasn't my teacher and a demon, I would think she would be attractive. However, those might be bad thoughts

"Sensei, I'm not sure you can sit on that, especially with that skirt on! Some people might get some strange thoughts about that you knowww?" I say with a weird tone. Hmm where did that come from? Though it looks like she ignored that comment, her face seemed somewhat contorted in thought.

Suddenly like a light bulb turning on, she grins in excitement.

"Hikigaya-san, have you joined a club?" She, staring at me with her grin wide.

"No." I reply.

"And no friends?"

I don't bother to reply. How can someone talk with punishment with a delighted expression, I cannot understand.

She suddenly grabs me by the shirt collar, and begins to drag me like a doctor refusing his seat in a airplane. I cannot help but feel a sinking feeling that something bad is going to happen to me.

I could feel the stares bare through my invisible barrier. Being dragged by the witch temporarily erased the only spell I mastered, Stealth Clone Ninjutsu, in which I become invisible to anyone who doesn't care about loners, which is usually about 99% of high schoolers. It was my Trump Spell, a spellcaster's most strongest spell that they mastered. Usually, with enough power, a spellcaster's Trump Spell would be able to destroy massive amounts of monsters with one cast. It's amazing how strong magic can be.

My Trump Spell isn't really a spell, but I treat it like it is, to have something I don't really have.

I could see a crowd stare at me in the demon's grip, making me cringe inwardly. I definitely don't like to be stared at. My presence should be hidden in shadows, not propped out for dumb outsiders to laugh at.

Though I could hear the crowd whisper, and I pick up something interesting from a conversation between two guys.

"Who is that person Hiratsuka-sensei is dragging around?" Idiot One says.

"I'm pretty sure that's the one guy who killed the high-level Minotaur a couple weeks ago." Idiot Two replies, with a strange expression.

"Woah, he must be pretty strong then, yeah?" Idiot One exclaims, amazed.

"Must be." Idiot Two nods.

Wait what? I never even killed a monster, let alone a Minotaur? Probably talking about someone else I'd assume, but i'm the only one being dragged by the witch. Maybe a misunderstanding. Yes, a misunderstanding.

Monsters came a hundred years ago during the Worldbreak, breaking into the Earth's surface through what is called the Dark Rift. They started to destroy countless cities and some countries never truly recovered. Some thrived, like Canada. Turns out maple syrup is a pretty good magic conductor (who knew?). But monsters had a ranking system, between Easy to Zodiac God levels, and a Minotaur is a really strong monster. I definitely couldn't have defeated one. Monsters are defeated nowadays by High-level spell casters, masters of magic.

While I had my monologue in my mind, I realized the witch had stopped dragging me. I looked up to see her staring at door.

Without bothering to knock, she grabs the door handle and opens it, basically slamming it onto the other end.

Arctic wind blows straight out, nearly tearing me out from the grip of the witch.

Completely ignoring the near impossibility of arctic wind in Japan during this season, the witch enters the room with me still in her grip.

There was a girl sitting in the other side of the room, reading a book. Her long black hair laid peacefully on her back. Immediately, I recognized who she was.

"Hey Yukinoshita-san! I have something for you~~~~" The witch sings out with her demonic voice.

Yukino Yukinoshita, of the best magic class of 2-J. She is already a master with the arts of Light magic, and was most likely the best sorcerer of Sobu Magic High. She is definitely the school's number one beauty as well, though she could do better with in the chest department. Like the great Albert Einstein once said, "Oppai is life".

Without bothering to look at the witch, Yukinoshita closes her book, and tiredly replies.

"Didn't I tell you to knock before entering?" The girl's agitated voice grates across the room

"Sorry, Yukinoshita-san! It's just that I have a really urgent request to make for you!" The witch replies fast and demonically.

"If it has anything to do with that rebellious teen under your grip then I think I will have to refuse your request, his eyes makes me fear my chastity." The girl replies.

"Oh he would never touch you, he's not one of those guys. He's applying to the Service Club" The demonic witch counters.

Hey. I have a name as well. It might be stupid and maybe a combination of the word man and eight but it's still something.

"Besides, he has no potential for magic, so he could most likely never try to touch you if he wanted to." Hiratsuka-sensei continues, unfortunately hitting a soft spot of mine.

With a surge of strength, I somehow wiggle myself off of her grip, and bolt for the door.

Like a storm of raging bulls, I could feel the demon's presence right behind me, literally like teleporting behind me non-personally.

"Where do you think you are going, Hikigaya-san?" The solemn voice of a demon resonates in the room.

"Hopefully anywhere but here." I reply.

Unfortunately, she already had me in her grip again. Her strength was likely over 9000 while mine was a puny 0.

"Look-" I try to say, frustrated from being in her grip again.

Hiratsuka-sensei promptly threw me towards the side of the wall before I could say anything, briefly knocking the breath out of me, though I didn't feel hurt.

"He's joining." She says, after I gain some of my footing again.

"Yeah, i'm joining." I sigh, resigned to this fate. If it gets me out of trouble with this witch I guess it wasn't too bad. Yukinoshita looks at me, a curious look plastered on her pale face. Her eyes were almost like detectors analyzing my soul.

"Okay." She immediately turns away, opens her book, and starts reading again.

Wait. What? I turn to look at Hiratsuka-sensei. She seems pretty confused at the sudden change as well.

"Alright, well, I'll leave you two be." Hiratsuka-sensei says while slowly tiptoe-ing back to the door. Suddenly, she sprints backwards with her eyes focused on Yukinoshita, and fully closes the door with a loud thud.

Well that was strange. The way the witch stared at Yukinoshita looked akin to fear. It couldn't be that bad, right? No way that demon witch was afraid of anything other than growing old and alone, right?

I then turn to look at Yukinoshita.

What I saw is indescribable, almost NSFW.

Zodiac Gods help us all.