A Dragonslayer Decides to be a Teacher?! (Dark Souls/Mahou Sensei Negima)

[Lancer Fire]

Prologue: Ornstein's Arrival​

With my final breath, I felt Smough's hammer fall upon my head. In a way, the act was a relief to me. Even in his final battle, the cannibal Executioner kept to his nature. I wished for things to be different. Everyone I knew was lost, dead, or worse, Hollow. In a single moment, I wished I could change things, if not erase all this world's burdens then at least offer someone, anyone, a hope that tomorrow held hope against the Dark. I never expected fate to be so accommodating.



"Attention! Attention everyone! The MahoraFest Parade will begin shortly! Please stay on the edges of the street! I repeat--"

"Oh," I groaned. If this was the Abyss it was much louder than I'd anticipated. I stirred, squinting through my visor as I looked at my surroundings. "Where?" I looked up and shielded my eyes. Then I stopped, looking at my hand. I was still in my armor, and I could feel my ring beneath the gauntlet. I looked around, standing up.

"This is not Anor Londo...Is it?" I thought aloud. Time had become so convoluted and interwoven that I might as well be still in my Lord's capital, but in a different era altogether. An inhuman roar caught me off guard and I stumbled back into a green metal box bearing the most repugnant odor I'd smelled outside of Blighttown.

"Nito's Crypt!" I said. I kept my distance from the box lest its smell attach to me. I paused, listening. There were sounds of joy and celebration echoing all around me, and the architecture seemed well-kept. When I looked up, a gorgeous sun shined down from a beautiful blue sky. Had I gone back? Was I in Anor Londo before Havel's attempted coup? My soul flared at the notion. After retrieving my spear I made my way straight to the rooftops, my heart soaring in hopes I was right. I landed atop a clock tower and saw my surroundings. My heart fell to my stomach. This city did not resemble Anor Londo at all, and its sights were positively alien: floating animals tethered by string, shreds of parchment scattered in the air, and a tree dwarfing the arch-trees of the Everlasting Dragons. I felt lightheaded.

"Where, where am I?" I said. I needed to find a connection to my world, some pathway to get me back, like a homeward bone or something similar. I closed my eyes, and opened my soul unto the world. I had anticipated to find Undead among the many, many mortals I'd spotted. What I discovered, was far more unsettling. "There's no mark. I can't sense it, anywhere."

Uncorrupted humans, in the thousands. I'd almost forgotten what they looked like, the tiny flames they were. It felt like the floor was pulled out from under me. I fought back the urge to panic and regained my composure.


Get it together Ornstein! You've been in worse situations than this. So stop, and think.


I searched my mind for explanations, and found myself on several possibilities, but the most unsettling, and ironically the most plausible, was I had found my way into another realm of existence, one not explored by the Undead, or even the Dragons. And I couldn't think of a way for my soapstone to carry me back as I had no point of reference between my world and this one, if such a place even existed. Frustrated and angered, I smashed my spear against one of the the pillars holding up the bell.

"Damn it all to the Abyss and back! I may as well not even have my Miracles whilst I'm at it!" I stopped. Could I still cast Miracles? The idea chilled me to the core. If I could not cast Miracles, my means of return would be exponentially harder than before. I had to find out. Channeling my soul through the Leo Ring, I began to recite the most common of Miracles known to both my kind and man. If mortals could still cast Miracles here, they could easily learn this one. As I finished the prayer, I pictured Anor Londo in my mind.

'Seek Guidance'

An image appeared in my mind; the enormous tree I saw earlier, a network of caves and roots downwards, a tall hooded figure, a star perhaps, and...A boy? And a raven? Wait…

"Velka?!"

"Oh ho~! No, but quite a guess stranger!" An elderly voice said. I opened my eyes and jumped back to see an old man floating in open air. Not even the scholars of Vinheim had achieved such feats. I guessed if anyone could tell me where or--when--I was, it was this old man.

"Mortal, I seem to be, lost for lack of a better term. Tell me, where in Lordran might I be closest?" The old man lifted one of his enormous eyebrows.

"Lordran? Hm, can't say I've ever heard of such a place. But I must ask stranger, aren't you a little out of place giving off all that magical power of yours?"

I cursed silently. I had kept my soul's power locked after its use, but he could still sense it even if he wasn't an Undead? What manner of creature was this mortal?

"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure what you mean by that mortal." I lied. The old sorcerer chuckled. "And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing?"

"Oh, I just find it so funny being called 'mortal'. You sound almost like Eva-chan acting all big and tough like you--whoah!"

"Oops, seems my spear went off by accident." I said as the old man's hair smoked, "My humblest apologies." I looked directly at the sorcerer. "And you will call me Dragonslayer Ornstein, Herald of the Lightning Spear and Captain of Lord Gwyn. Now, if you could be so kind mortal, I must get to that tree behind you." I said looking past him at the enormous tree in the distance. I could've sworn the very branches were glowing. Then I saw the old man's eyes; sharp as a falcon's and twice as lethal.

"Forgive me, Dragonslayer, but I must ask: Why would one as powerful as yourself need the World Tree?"

"I can only presume my journey back to Lordran will require a great amount of power, and as I am without a homeward bone I must resort to means where my summoning is capable of bringing me across the planes of reality in body and soul. Now move aside sorcerer, I must make..."

"I cannot allow it."

I tightened the grip around my spear as I looked at the fool once more."And why, in the endless depths of the Abyss, can you not?"

"The World Tree may take you home, or it might not. But either way, if the magic you require is so great you risk everyone's safety, not to mention the secret of magic being revealed."

My soul flared. This mortal, this fool, claimed to keep magic a secret whilst speaking to me in mid-air with his spell?! "Stand aside mortal. I will not be denied."

"I am sorry Dragonslayer, but I have made my decision."

I channeled my soul's power into my ring, reciting the Miracle I had in mind. "I see. Then so have I." I thrust my spear forward. The old man dodged it easily, but I hoped he would. That was when I made my move.

'BLINDING SUNLIGHT!' The old man shielded his eyes as the miracle flashed direct sunlight into his vision. I leapt off the clock tower, leaving the fool behind before landing on a nearby roof as I headed closer to the tree, rooftop by rooftop.

"Halt!" A woman wearing a hood shouted as I rushed forward. I simply jumped over her; I didn't have time for needless battles. As I crossed the next rooftop, I sensed four more souls following me; they were trying to catch up.

"Let them try. I enjoy the challenge." With another rooftop in sight, I leapt forward with all of my strength behind it. At the height of my arc however, I was thrown off course and crashed into a garden like area. I stood up, seeing a bespectacled man with white hair standing atop the wall surrounding the garden.

"I'm not sure who you are," he said, "but maybe we should try and talk this over, hm? No one wants to get-"

'FORCE!'

I watched the condensed wind blast the man away and out of my sight. A quick reorientation showed I was off course by a slight distance, but a quick change in pace would rectify my circumstance. I began to see a glow emanating from the tree, and as it glowed brighter, the power it release spiked in a pattern. I had to make my move at the next peak. I could feel the two soapstones around my neck warm as I came closer to the tree. I was a short distance away now. Soon I would return to Lordran, and fulfill my duty once again. I would...I would protect...

"Whoah! Awesome!"

I looked down and saw a child dressed like some parody of the one called Big Hat Logan. He seemed entranced by my armor for whatever reason. I looked back up the stairs to see several people blocking my way, including the bespectacled man and the old sorcerer.

"Child." The boy looked up. "I suggest you take your leave. Find your elders. You don't want to be here much longer." The boy protested but I wasn't having his behavior. He left after I gave him a cold stare. I watched the boy leave before looking over my opponents. The man wearing spectacles seemed effective at controlling the wind like my Force miracle, so he probably had more experience than I initially believed. A pair of hooded figures flanked the ends of the lines, their faces hidden. Next to the old man stood a woman, holding what I assumed to be a sheathed sword. I could handle the two hooded figures, but the woman and her peers could prove to be trouble. The woman was the first to speak.

"Dragonslayer, I must ask you stop this foolishness. We know of your circumstances, and while we find sympathy with your plight, we cannot let you succeed. I ask you only once: End this now, and we can offer a solution peacefully."

I looked at the woman. Her eyes were cold and hard at first, but I sensed a sort of warmth beneath their exterior. Somehow I could see Ciaran adopting her as a recruit. I smiled at the thought.

"If thou understand my plight, then thou should know I have no intention of stopping. I must refuse thine offer, swordsman." She gripped her sword's handle. I lowered myself, ready to make a break for the tree.

"So be it." She said, vanishing. Suddenly I felt three blades pierce through my armor and I was fighting just to stay upright when I sensed the woman's soul behind me. How had she moved so fast?

''Shinmeiryuu technique,"

I tried to get some distance, to form some sort of plan, but I was forced down by some incredible weight rooting me to the ground. I looked up to see two hooded sorcerers chanting something. I was trapped like a rat by a three-headed hydra. I couldn't run, I couldn't fight. So I braced for the coming strike.

"Hyakuretsu Oukazan!" She shouted something foreign and I was assaulted by a thousand blades cutting through my flesh before being thrown into a wall. I thanked the Giants for their skills in metallurgy, or I would've been dead twice over now. By some miracle I still had my spear in hand and was still standing. I looked at the woman. She didn't even look phased, and I wasn't going to match her speed anytime soon. But she did seem better off fighting close quarters. I could use that against her, provided I survived long enough. I focused my senses for her soul, shifting to a defensive stance. I just managed to block her next blow against my stomach, only to feel her blade slice across my right shin. I ignored the instinct to flee; my plan was almost done.
"Don't let up! He can't fight at close range!" I felt two more souls besides hers close in, and the pressure on my body returned in full force. I almost thanked the woman for her foolishness aloud. Almost. I looked her in the eyes, and spoke.

'WRATH OF THE GODS!' A hurricane's force exploded from around me, smashing its way through any poor soul too close to the epicenter. I cast a Heal miracle and restarted my assault, measured this time. I had some more Miracles that they didn't know about along with my own powers in my spear. But it couldn't hold a candle to my foes' abilities at the moment. If I wanted victory, I'd need to be smart, be fast, and pray fortune favored the gods today. Then I was reminded how outclassed I truly was.

"---Gah!" It was like a ballista had fired into my gut from point blank range, doubling me over in one hit. I heard someone's voice above me, and saw the man with spectacles blocking my way. I almost gasped when I saw his soul; it was at least a dozen times stronger than the woman's, and I had at best distracted him last time. He stood before me, triumphant.

"I can tell you're desperate, but this doesn't have to end like this. You can end this right here. Just stay where you are. Please Ornstein."

I considered it. I truly did. I could stop fighting, stop hurting, maybe even find peace here. This world had no Undead to my knowledge, and while Man obviously ruled here, I could sense not a trace of Dark among them. Maybe, just maybe, I could leave my spear behind and live my days out here, somewhere far, far away from all my painful memories. I looked into the man's eyes, a gentle, sincere smile on his lips. I reached out my hand. But something, or rather someone, stopped me.

'Ah, Sif, there you are,'

Artorias?!

'All of you, forgive me. For I have availed you nothing.'

My soul flashed red, seething. I remembered how much I had been through with Artorias, with all of my associates. I thought of the conversations I would have with Gough, proving every time the myth of Giants to be dumb brutes false with his wisdom and heartfelt love of humor. I remembered Ciaran, and how emotional she could become at the gifts Artorias presented her, or even her first courting with the Wolf Knight, while at the same time having a demeanor so cold in the field she seemed a different person altogether. And then I remembered our oath: That no matter what, we would dedicate ourselves to each other and to our Lord Gwyn. And I had been on the cusp of abandoning my post for my own selfish wishes! I couldn't let myself waver, not when I was so close!

"...I am sorry mortal. But again, I must decline."

I jumped forward, my spear lying behind me. I channeled my power into my fist, and fired it into the man just as he vanished, swinging my left arm just above my back as his soul manifested behind me.

"Check." A jolt of electricity surged through his body, enough to seize him up and render him harmless. That left only the old sorcerer. I looked around us, a crowd beginning to gather outside the edges. I had an idea, but I had to act now, with the tree reaching it's peak once more I may not get another chance. My soul manifested within my palms, calling forth my tools as I sprinted towards the steps.

'Lightning Spear!'

A pair of concentrated lightning bolts formed in my hands, and I fired them at two of the largest branches above the other human's heads. The man vanished, likely casting a spell to protect those endangered. I had to act now. I tore the white sign soapstone from my necklace, and reached out to the root. Then I felt someone stop me. The old man was there, his hand holding my right arm in a vice grip with barely a sign of effort.

"This ends, now, Dragonslayer." He broke my arm backwards like it was a twig, making me collapse to my knees. But he'd made a mistake.

"...You...are right, sorcerer. But," I said, presenting the soapstone in my left hand, still touching the tree, "Not for me." I opened my soul to the soapstone, and it answered back my prayer for a summons. I could feel something pulling me, body and soul together. I was heading home. I closed my eyes, and felt the sun upon my skin once again. And then I opened them.

"What?" Nothing changed. The tree, the souls, the old man, they were all still here. I tried again. Nothing, again.

"No, No, NO!" I actually felt the soapstone chip in my hand. At last, through pained sobs, it dawned on me. I could not go back. I'd fought so much, risked so much, and this was my reward. I'd failed.

I knew not how long nor hard I cried, nor what became of me in the following days. Only that something in me, was now irrevocably broken.

 

[Steelhooves]

Very Interesting. Watching eagerly.

 

[Rimmer]

Death Glasses being Deathy.

 

[Lancer Fire]

Ch1: Ornstein is a Gym Teacher?!​

'Burn the witch! Burn the witch! Burn the--'

Ornstein shut off his alarm and came to. His scar-ridden body creaked as he woke from his bed, checking the calendar.

"Twenty-two years. Gwyn be damned I have spent 22 years on this forsaken plane." He sighed, pinching his nose. Since he had a job now, he made his way to the closet and got dressed.

What was the phrase? He thought slipping on his uniform, Ah yes.

"Same shit, different day. How truly that fits my life now." He said taking a shirt from the rack. "Gym teacher Ornstein. How unbecoming of me." He slipped his pants on and looked over the latest file of students he'd be teaching.

"Takahata's class, hm?" He not had the chance to see them as a group before. This should be interesting.

Later...

"Nito help me. I fear even death wouldn't silence these children." Ornstein muttered under his breath as he stepped towards the roughhousing students, particularly Ayaka and Kagurazaka.

"ENOUGH!" The fighting dust cloud dispersed, showing the girls in rather revealing positions regarding bear panties and whatnot. Ornstein however, could've cared less for modesty.

"Attention!" The god assumed a stance with hands behind his back, feet together at the heels, back straight, and head facing forward. "When I enter this gymnasium, I am your commander and you are my soldiers. I do not tolerate insubordination. If you have issues amongst your classmates, leave them at the door. When I enter, you will form a single file line, and assume this position, regardless of whatever you are doing prior. You will continue to hold this pose until I say 'at ease.' Is that clear?" A murmur of agreement answered. "I said, is that CLEAR!"

"Yes 'Stein-sensei!"

"Good. Now, you're not going to get by slacking off in this class. I understand your class has a group you call the 'Baka Rangers'. Many of you find it funny to mock sheer strength for seemingly idiotic minds. Let me assure you, I will not tolerate such things. A friend of mine was mocked for his immense size, and labelled as a dumb brute. He was also one of the wisest people I ever knew, as well as one of the strongest. Never judge another until you walk a mile in their shoes, lest you let bias blind you. Now, because I know some of you weren't listening or mocking me just now, I want three laps around the track from all of you. Move it!"

He could tell several of the so-called 'Baka Rangers' were better suited to physical activity, but he'd been impressed that even the dean's granddaughter could hold a pace with the rest of them, not to mention that vampire Evangeline in her petite body. Once they were all ready to sweat he put them through the usual routine: stretches, runs, sprints, ropes courses, and finally a full-on sprint around the track before breaks to change for next class. That was when he noticed the nuances between the girls. Three of them, in particular: Setsuna Sakurazaki, Mana Tatsumiya, and Zazie Rainyday. Each of them had a slight tendency in their steps: each pressed off the ground with a greater force than the others, propelling them upward like they expected to take flight. Curious, he decided to look at them through their souls. He opened his senses, and saw their souls as all the girls crossed the finish line. His heart stopped. Bright orange flames, like an uncontrolled forest fire. Like the Flames of Chaos.

Demons.

"Um, are you ok 'Stein-sensei? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Ornstein looked down and saw the face of Misora Kasuga.

"I'm fine Kasuga-san. Just, a bit rattled. Had a bad memory surface, that's all."

"Oh, well then, see ya!" She said, oblivious to his snapped pen and clenched grip. He dismissed the class, cold and professionally without a word about their performance. He returned to his office fuming. How that idiot dean could allow something like a demon so close to his granddaughter, let alone three in an entire class was beyond him.

"That fool! Even after 22 years he still can't see what's in front of him!" Ornstein unlocked the door to his office and slammed it as he entered, indifferent to whoever heard it.

"And the one closest to Konoe has to be a demon, of course!" He said taking out one of his many notes on the creatures of his home. He scoured the texts but the closest matches he could find to the three students were the Daughters of Chaos, who technically were not demons, merely victims of the Flames of Chaos. Ornstein cursed.

"There has to be something else." There wasn't much of anything else, only the fact Demons had innate resistance to Miracles and their penchant for destruction in any form. "Curse the Depths of New Londo!" The gym teacher stormed out fuming as he considered his options. He could alert the dean, obviously. But the old man was either under some influence from Sakurazaki, or was going to call Ornstein paranoid. He prayed it was the latter if he had to take such an option. He could kill the three and present their souls as evidence.

"No, I need them alive. Less trouble if they're not dead. Then I can present my case before I do something reckless." He muttered.

"Oh, Ornstein-san." A familiar voice called out. He looked back to see Takahata with a small child with spiky red hair. "I wanted you to get acquainted with our new arrival. This is Negi Springfield, 2-A's new English teacher." Ornstein looked the child over. He was practically falling apart under his gaze.

"This is the son of the so-called 'Thousand Master'? I'm unimpressed." Negi was about to form a reply when he sneezed and a gust of wind blasted the gym teacher head-on obliterating his clothes save his boxers. Ornstein, was shocked. "What-What in the name of Lordran was that?!"

"Um, sorry sir." Springfield said wiping his nose. "I activate a disarming spell unintentionally every time I sneeze."

"And this spell disarms garments? Thou hast a strange definition of a weapon, Springfield."

The ten-year old mage hung his head as he began to apologize, but Ornstein stopped him. "No apologies Springfield. Accidents are inevitable in life, I admit." He said turning back to his office, still in his proud lightning bolt boxers.

"Please pardon my sudden request Ornstein-san, but might I ask your first name!"

"...Ornstein."

"Eh?" Negi said as he watched the gym teacher enter. "Oh wait, let me make it up for you,"

"No." Ornstein said curtly. "I prefer my privacy Springfield. I find it soothing against this chaotic place."

"But," Negi's plea was silenced by a door to the head and a bruised nose.

"Don't take it personally Negi." Takamichi said. "Ornstein may be rough on the edges, but he is a good person. It's just a little difficult seeing it when you first meet him. He'll come around, he just needs some time."

"I guess so," Negi said. Since his mood didn't seem to lighten up, Takamichi opted for another approach.

"How about we go meet your new students Negi, how does that sound?" And cue the bright-eyed child.

"Of course, I can't afford to be late for the first class!" He said with a new skip in his step. It was a long 15 minutes until a voice could be heard from behind Ornstein's door:

"WAIT, THAT CHILD IS A TEACHER?! WHAT MADNESS POSSESSES THIS CAMPUS?!"


The next day, off in 2-A's classroom, Chisame Hasegawa felt the distant cries of a kindred spirit of sane thought. And she promptly quashed those cries as she saw Saotome tease Miyazaki about her performance in gym yesterday, only for Ayase to call her out on her own performance in said class, protecting Honya from the Perverse Paru. Chisame felt a pop in her neck as she flexed it sideways. Another of 'Gym Demon Ornstein's' presents. It was at that moment she noticed the pranksters setting up a joke for the new teacher. And then Asuna came in (oddly tardy for her), and sat with an aura so vicious a tiger would've cowered before her. Konoka, of course, was oblivious to this, as most were still licking their wounds from gym yesterday. Well, Chisame was at least.

"Can't believe this, of all the stupid--he's just a kid dammit." Asuna grumbled.

What's she on about? Chisame thought. At that moment the door opened and a small red-haired thing came through the door right on cue for the chalkboard duster to go falling straight for his head and then, hover in midair before falling. Chisame blinked. The heck?


"Dammit Konoemon, are you a fool or simply too lost to see your granddaughter's in danger?" Ornstein said as he flipped through files. His appeal to the dean had gone as well as he'd expected and so now he was on to plan B: present his case with proof. The files he'd acquired had tabs of white, brown, and red dotting passages he found noteworthy about the three, but Sakurazaki's file was damning. Everywhere she went, every class she attended, even her room arrangement, was within breathing distance of Konoka Konoe. "Not to mention how she so conveniently is controlling the girl's emotions. Damn her." He almost closed the evidence away when a stray thought passed his mind.

If Sakurazaki was a demon, why hasn't anyone realized her nature yet? He scanned over the files, looking for inconsistencies, faults, facts without support. Whenever she could, Konoka seemed drawn to Setsuna. But then the demon would distance herself from her prey. Was she trying to keep her feedings low? It seemed most likely. But that still went against the normal feeding habits of a demon.

"Argh! Damn it Sakurazaki. Why must you be so confusing?" That damned white soul of hers could spell disaster if she's just-- "Wait a moment. White?"

He thought back for a moment. Hidden beneath the Chaos flames, right at the center, was a human soul, indisputable in its white glow.

But if she is a half-demon, which side is her dominant? Furthermore, I can't recall any accounts of demons mating with mortals, or vice versa. Ornstein frowned. The situation only seemed to become more complicated the more he looked into it. But he remained sure of one thing: he had to protect those human children.


Setsuna brought her blade in a downward swing. She'd been doing this same motion for an hour, trying to clear her mind of the haunting image from gym class. Alas, she could still see them. The eyes of a hunter from her own gym teacher. And they were shocked by her. Had he seen something evil in her? No, impossible. She thought. Not even Ojou-sama knows of my true nature. I have distanced myself, watched her from the shadows as I should. So why do I feel so on edge when I think of Ornstein-sensei, even with Konaka-san next to me?

…

"WAH! Nonono! I can't think of Ojou-sama that way! I must cleanse my impure thoughts at once!" She said flailing her arms and failing to notice the rather amused Konoka watching.

"Oh Secchan, you're so cute when you're flustered."

"Wha-? OJOU-SAMA?!" Setsuna said. Reeling from her revelation of who'd seen her behavior, she tumbled down the fire escape as a makeshift getaway. Makeshift in the sense she had several bruises from a hard, iron staircase being used like a slide. Konoka just sighed from on high at Secchan's strange behavior.

"I'll see you in class tomorrow Secchan!" She called as Setsuna answered back with a small dust cloud in her midst as she took off. Konoka let out a sigh. Even kendo practice was a trick-and-a-half to get near her without Secchan noticing her.

"Konoka, what are you doing up here?" The girl looked behind her to see Asuna standing with Negi at her side.

"Ah, sorry. I guess I didn't notice you there Asuna-san, sensei." She answered with a forced chuckle. "Oh, sensei, why are you with Asuna? Don't tell me she's in trouble already?"

"I'm not that dumb Konoka. And since you should know, this brat is sharing beds with us."

Konoka gave Asuna a blank stare as Asuna realized her very poor choice of words. "I-I mean he's our new roommate! We're sharing rooms, not beds, that'd be ridiculous!"

"Y-Yes Asuna-san is correct! I'd never impose myself upon you Konoka-san, I mean I'd never impose upon your bed, I mean-"

"Just shut up!" Asuna shouted with a dope slap to the back of Negi's head as Konoka took the whole scene in stride.

"Well, welcome to our group Negi-sensei! I hope our days with you prove interesting."

Konoka had no idea how 'interesting' the coming school year would be.

 

[Potato]

Watched x10

WATCHED

On a serious note, is Artorias going to appear?

 

[Lancer Fire]

Watched x10

WATCHED

On a serious note, is Artorias going to appear?

Click to shrink...

Patience. That's all I'll say. maybe he will . maybe he won't .

 

[UberNimrod]

And I'm not allowed to give out hints on such things because I'm the Beta.

 

[Dead Pann]

"Good. Now, you're not going to get by slacking off in this class. I understand your class has a group you call the 'Baka Rangers'. Many of you find it funny to mock sheer strength for seemingly idiotic minds. Let me assure you, I will not tolerate such things. A friend of mine was mocked for his immense size, and labelled as a dumb brute. He was also one of the wisest people I ever knew, as well as one of the strongest. Never judge another until you walk a mile in their shoes, lest you let bias blind you. Now, because I know some of you weren't listening or mocking me just now, I want three laps around the track from all of you. Move it!"

Click to shrink...

I wonder how he will react when he finds out that one of the Baka Rangers gets bad grades on purpose.

He could tell several of the so-called 'Baka Rangers' were better suited to physical activity, but he'd been impressed that even the dean's granddaughter could hold a pace with the rest of them, not to mention that vampire Evangeline in her petite body. Once they were all ready to sweat he put them through the usual routine: stretches, runs, sprints, ropes courses, and finally a full-on sprint around the track before breaks to change for next class. That was when he noticed the nuances between the girls. Three of them, in particular: Setsuna Sakurazaki, Mana Tatsumiya, and Zazie Rainyday. Each of them had a slight tendency in their steps: each pressed off the ground with a greater force than the others, propelling them upward like they expected to take flight. Curious, he decided to look at them through their souls. He opened his senses, and saw their souls as all the girls crossed the finish line. His heart stopped. Bright orange flames, like an uncontrolled forest fire. Like the Flames of Chaos.

Demons.

Click to shrink...

On one hand, I can see where Ornstein is coming from. On the other hand, he knows that Evangeline is a vampire. Why would three demons wouldn't be all that shocking to him?

Regardless, Ornstein should quickly realize that harming Konoka is the exact opposite of what Setsuna wants to do.

But if she is a half-demon, which side is her dominant? Furthermore, I can't recall any accounts of demons mating with mortals, or vice versa. Ornstein frowned. The situation only seemed to become more complicated the more he looked into it. But he remained sure of one thing: he had to protect those human children.

Click to shrink...

You could ask her.

"I'm not that dumb Konoka. And since you should know, this brat is sharing beds with us."

Konoka gave Asuna a blank stare as Asuna realized her very poor choice of words. "I-I mean he's our new roommate! We're sharing rooms, not beds, that'd be ridiculous!"

Click to shrink...

When Ornstein finds out about Negi and two girls sleeping in the same room....

 

[arondight]

this is perfect

 

[RBomber]

Hey, Lancer Fire!

I wonder how he will react when he finds out that one of the Baka Rangers gets bad grades on purpose.

Click to shrink...

Well, that depends on how much he understands the whole "depression" thingies....

(Current Guess: Not very much, especially since he's the school of "punching things when you're feeling down".)

On one hand, I can see where Ornstein is coming from. On the other hand, he knows that Evangeline is a vampire. Why would three demons wouldn't be all that shocking to him?

Click to shrink...

"So, this Eva girl... she had condition of needing constant plasma drinking to keep her health for dwindling."

"Pretty much."

"Just to be sure, no Soul absorbing or shit like that, right?"

"[Crossing Fingers] Indubitably."

"Okay cool."

You could ask her.

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"Ah, yeah, 'asking'. The ancient art of communication long forgotten. We had dismissed those claims."

Seriously, though, he spent quite ages (possibly in hundred) stabbing demons before asking question (because asking questions/ doing anything than stabbing/ slashing/ hammering/ burning/ electrifying will get you killed). It's a wonder he can keep civil after said revelation.

 

[HavocKeeper]

On one hand, I can see where Ornstein is coming from. On the other hand, he knows that Evangeline is a vampire. Why would three demons wouldn't be all that shocking to him?

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He witnessed the fall of Anor Londo in person, he would have zero positive interactions with demons and killing them on sight would be an ingrained response. With a de-powered Eva as the only example of a vampire he has, I would expect him to not worry about vamps in general.

 

[Dead Pann]

"So, this Eva girl... she had condition of needing constant plasma drinking to keep her health for dwindling."

"Pretty much."

"Just to be sure, no Soul absorbing or shit like that, right?"

"[Crossing Fingers] Indubitably."

"Okay cool."

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:lol :lol

Seriously, though, he spent quite ages (possibly in hundred) stabbing demons before asking question (because asking questions/ doing anything than stabbing/ slashing/ hammering/ burning/ electrifying will get you killed). It's a wonder he can keep civil after said revelation.

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Aren't most Dark Souls demons, like, not human in any way shape or form? I don't think most Dark Souls demons can even speak.

 

[The Dragon Witch]

I can't believe I almost passed this over as it is both good and hilarious. Keep it up.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

So far, interesting...the question is if it's going to be just another canon rehash. Like 95% of all Negima fucking crossover fanfiction god fucking dammit.

Apologies. It kind of pisses me off that such a fascinating series has the most unimaginative fanbase when it comes to writers.

I'll keep an eye on this. Not too bad so far with details and getting the right feel of things.

 

[Lancer Fire]

Ch2: A Confrontation Between Teacher and Student?!​

The following days were a blur to Ornstein. He remembered his 'talk' with the dean, a match between Sakurazaki's class and the high school dodgeball team which he oversaw with Springfield, and some white mammal with a smoking habit trying to enter his office desk unsuccessfully. It still irked him that the dean could be so lax about his granddaughter's position. With her magical energy, the demon could feast on Konoka for several lifetimes. Yet Sakurazaki still kept her distance and the information he could gather about her background was solid. Documentation, student ID, entrance papers, everything to back up her student status. Same for Tatsumiya, though she seemed more suspect on a second glance in some areas like age. Then there was Zazie. Nothing suspicious from her files either, other than the strange naming of the club she founded. Ornstein paced in the office, thinking how to apprehend the three demons without arousing suspicion from Springfield. He could try saying they were failing gym and needed private lessons, but that ran counter to their already impressive physical grades.

Wait...physical grades? That's it! The physical examinations!

Ornstein smiled. The physical exams were the perfect cover. He could single students out based on how he evaluated their performances; several alumni owed it to him for them joining the university teams a year early. Now it would give the god a chance to isolate those demons from any innocents and keep them contained until he reached the dean. He had his plan; now to set the trap.

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Evangeline eyed Ornstein as she ran the course with the others. When that brat Nagi had imprisoned her to this campus, Ornstein had already been a teacher for eight years and was quite vocal about her execution being preferable to her living imprisoned. He and Nagi had almost come to blows over the issue, the latter just an idiot for being an idiot, the former an idiot for not realizing convincing Nagi was useless. And it had been a question if Nagi would come out unscathed. Ornstein had learned the Shundou in just four years, and he'd mastered it by eight. And that wasn't even counting his magical output. The gym teacher was a beast on that scale, and she knew he was not human like the other staff. Most magic mages gave off was small and concealed, unleashing it only when making incantations. Ornstein, by comparison, gave off his in waves of energy, unintentionally causing people to listen to him like some charismatic leader. She'd been drawn to that power, and even tried to take it to free herself once. But she found Ornstein was no idiot like Nagi, and he guarded his office with wards even she couldn't break, defanged as she was. And he still annoyed her with his confidence and constant jabs about her power like she was compensating for something.

"Is something the matter master?" Chachamaru asked as they rounded the final turn.

"It's that gym teacher. He's planning something and I don't like it. But it's not about me. Don't you find it odd?"

"Not particularly master."

"Well I do. He's been eyeing those three demon girls for far too long now, don't you think?"

["Are you saying 'Stein-sensei has a lolita complex?"] Zazie asked seemingly appearing from nowhere.

"Whu-Where'd you come from?!" Eva asked.

["From ahead of you."]

"Why?"

["...You looked lonely."] Zazie said matter-of-factly.

"Sh-shut up clown girl."

-On the day of exam gradings-

"Do you see us? Did we pass?"

"I don't believe you should worry Nodoka." Yue said sipping a pomegranate juicebox. "Besides, our class has the Baka Rangers on our side. We're at the very least the most athletic of classes."

"I guess, but 'Stein-sensei seemed extra pushy this time. I thought I was going to faint." Nodoka said.

"Ah, 'Stein-san's always like that. He just pushes hard because he cares, eh Nodoka?" Haruna said grinning. "He's such a tsundere about it. It's cute, you know?"

"Cute my ass." Chisame said cracking her back. "Guy's a tyrant. I still wonder how he's the athletic director." She finished.

"The grades have been located." Chachamaru said. The girls clamored around the robot to get a closer look. They'd passed. But then Makie noticed something, seeing stars at the sight.

"Whoah! Mana, Zazie and Setsuna have been asked to see Stein-san after class hours!"

"No way!"

"Lemme see!"

"You're kidding!"

"Awesome!"

Yuna Akashi grabbed Setsuna and looked her in the eyes with tears coming out of her own, "Sakurazaki, opportunities like these come once in a lifetime! As a fellow sportsman, I beg of you...please make Stein-san give me marks to see him next semester!"

"Uh, I don't think Ornstein-sensei plays favorites like that Akashi-san."

"Congratulations Secchan!" Konoka said with a full-on glomp.

"Tha-tha-ThankyouOjou-sama!" Sestuna stuttered out fighting the growing blush on her cheeks. Mana and Zazie exchanged glances. This was the first time Stein-san showed any interest in middle schoolers or their physical grades. Why the sudden change?

"Wow! Congratulations Tatsumiya-san, Rainyday-san and you Sakurazaki-san!" Negi exclaimed.

"Thank you, Negi-sensei." Tatsumiya said in place of Setsuna, who'd turned into a puddle of human in Konoka's clutches.


The following day was full of preparations for all parties. Ornstein prepared his traps and testimony for when he would present to the dean; Setsuna prepared herself for whatever Ornstein might say, be it criticism or praise. And a few charms like always. Mana prepared by storing a gun and some charms in one of her thigh compartments. Zazie prepared by juggling bowling pins. The players were set. It was time to begin.


Ornstein kept drumming his fingers against the metal desk assigned to him in the office. Bare, unarmored, unprotected fingers. He grumbled at their unwelcome presence. Ever since he'd had to hand over his armor to those so-called mages he'd felt naked. It was a headache just thinking of how he would get his spear back. A slight glint of the light reminded him of the Leo Ring he still wore.


Thank Gwyn I managed to retain this. At least I won't be facing those monsters completely unarmed. A knock echoed on his office door. He checked the clock: 6:00pm.

Speaking of which... "Enter."

The door clicked open and three girls from 2-A shuffled in. "Close it, it keeps the warmth in."

Another click followed. Ornstein stood from his desk chair, careful to not to set any of the beasts off. He needed one more weapon if he could get it. He turned and faced the students.


"Tatsumiya. Sakurazaki. Rainyday." The three stood at attention. "Do you know why you are here?" He began, eyeing the three as though they were murder suspects.

"I believe you said it regarded our physical results, Ornstein-sama." said Setsuna.

"Yes, I did. You see, I saw potential in all three of you. In fact," he said as he produced a manila folder with tabs of brown, red and white color, "You three have very curious stories." He turned over to one of the brown tabs.

"Tatsumiya, Mana. Age 15. Regular bi-athlete and rumored sharpshooter as demonstrated by her, 'exquisite, unparalleled results in the archery contests of the past two years. If she wished, I am certain she could achieve a spot for the Olympics with utmost ease." Ornstein looked at Mana. "That was a quote lifted directly from an interview with the archery club's staff advisor." Tatsumiya said nothing, but he could see the sweat beginning to form. Ornstein fought the urge to apprehend her right there. He had to be sure of the other two. He turned to one of the red tabs in the folder.

"Sakurazaki, Setsuna. Star member of the Mahora kendo club. However, 'I find it frustrating that her performance is almost dependent on the attendance of Dean Konoemon's granddaughter, Konoka Konoe. When she is present, Sakurazaki appears distracted, even unaware she is practicing her form to the point of lacking variety. When Miss Konoe is not present, she is a perfect example of kendo techniques. I only wish she could display such talent without her dorm mate being absent.'" Ornstein eyed Setsuna. She looked on the verge of tears, if the grip of her sword strap was any indication. But her response was unexpected.


"...Thank you for this insight, Ornstein-sama. I shall endeavor to practice more where Ojou--I mean, where Miss Konoe's presence will not be an issue."

Ornstein stopped for a second. He hadn't expected this from a demon, let alone one who could be feeding on Konoe's blooming emotions. He pushed the thoughts aside for later, refocusing.


"I am sure you will, Sakurazaki." Finally, he reached the white tab.

"Zazie, Rainyday. Transferred from a 'foreign school' at least two years ago, and prominent founder of the 'Magic School Activity club'. Magic...School...Activity." Ornstein slapped the folder shut and Zazie almost jumped. "Would you care to explain why you decided on that name, when your performances are exclusively acrobatic, miss Rainyday?"

["There are other performances in the tent besides me. My favorite is the man-sawed-in-half."]

"True. But you had the word 'Magic' in the club's name before any 'magicians' joined. For a full month. When your opening performances had only acrobatics and animals. And then there's the matter of your transfer."

["I see nothing odd about it."]

"Really? Then explain why, after spending the last two-and-a-half hours combing through the Academy's records, all I could find regarding your transfer was a file saying you were sent here 'under special circumstances'."

Zazie looked between her teacher and classmates, and swallowed hard.

["...I'm, not certain what you're implying, Stein-san."]

Ornstein stared down at the three girls as he raised his hand with the Leo Ring on it. It began to glow.

"Then let me simplify this for you all: the ruse is over, demons."

Setsuna began to draw Yuunagi, Mana raised a gun concealed beneath her pants, and Zazie started changing form. The ring was already shining.

'Force.' A blast of wind sent the three back against the wall, knocking them down. "Great Magic Barrier. Tres."

Three spheres of translucent energy closed around the girls, trapping them inside.

"S-Stein-sama! What is the meaning of this?" Setsuna shouted.

Ornstein glared at Setsuna. "Don't play coy with me, you half-breed demon. I don't know how or why that old fool didn't rat you all out sooner, but I will rectify that. Along with your classmates."

Setsuna's eyes flashed red and she bared her teeth.

"If you lay even a finger on Ojou-sama I'll tear you apart!"

Ornstein smiled. "There's the demon I sensed on the track-field. One threat at your thrall and your nature is as bare as a cloudless sky." Setsuna simply growled and punched the sphere. Ornstein looked over to Mana, who seemed to be focused on writing a scripture. Ornstein focused his energy into the sphere and the parchment burst into flames.

"Clever girl. But not clever enough." He proceeded to set the other parchments Mana and Setsuna had on fire.

Strange they would require such things. A demon's inner fire usually suffices for their resistance to Miracles or Sorceries. His eyes drifted over to Zazie, who'd shown no signs of resistance.

"Nothing to say, Zazie?"

["…You've already made up your mind. My words would be on deaf ears. All I can tell you is we mean no harm to anyone."]

Ornstein spat. "Your kind always bring harm, whether it is intended or not. Demons can do little else." He headed to the door with the folders. "Savor your moments monsters. They will be your last." Ornstein closed the door behind him, files in his other hand. The wards he'd set up would keep those three restrained until he returned for them.

Still, he thought, best not waste time, as he took off at a run straight to the dean's office.

 

[Bahn]

Yeah, I hope you're ready to be lambasted by ole' Konoemon for being so trigger-happy and close-minded Ornstein.
The fallout is gonna be delicious.

 

[HavocKeeper]

Yeah, I hope you're ready to be lambasted by ole' Konoemon for being so trigger-happy and close-minded Ornstein.
The fallout is gonna be delicious.

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To be fair, if Ornstein told them anything about where he came from, they really should have expected this.

 

[Bahn]

To be fair, if Ornstein told them anything about where he came from, they really should have expected this.

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He's been at Mahora for 8 years already, according to the story. Pretty sure Konoemon would've at least covered the basics about Mahora universe and their denizens with Ornstein by now. Honestly, I'm thinking this is just a bias Ornstein refuses to let go of.

Yes, it would be warranted if he were still in Dark Souls land, but the kicker is he's not, and hasn't been for awhile now.

I'm just eagerly awaiting any conflict/tension that might come out of this play of events.

 

[HavocKeeper]

He's been at Mahora for 8 years already, according to the story. Pretty sure Konoemon would've at least covered the basics about Mahora universe and their denizens with Ornstein by now. Honestly, I'm thinking this is just a bias Ornstein refuses to let go of.

Yes, it would be warranted if he were still in Dark Souls land, but the kicker is he's not, and hasn't been for awhile now.

I'm just eagerly awaiting any conflict/tension that might come out of this play of events.

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He's been there for 22 years actually, he arrived the last time the tree went active.

I was just saying that this really shouldn't be too surprising to anyone that actually knows him. Atleast he's going to the dean instead of just attempting to deal with it completely on his own.

Knowing Negima though, this is going to be resolved in the most insanely hilarious way possible, while being completely harmless to everything that isn't Ornstein's pride/sanity.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Heh, haven the seen something like this before!

 

[Bahn]

He's been there for 22 years actually, he arrived the last time the tree went active.

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Ah my mistake, I mistook Eva's observations of him being a teacher for 8 years as the time he spent in Mahora-verse.

I was just saying that this really shouldn't be too surprising to anyone that actually knows him.

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Ah true. Yea, I can see that.

I guess I'm just surprised he seems to be piling Mahora-verse 'demons' in the same vein as DS 'demons' and equating them. I guess nobody took the time to explain the deeper culture of the magical world to Orny or that Mana and Setsuna are a part of the Mahora magic faction.
But then again it's that old fogey Konoemon, probably either forgot or is trolling somehow from the shadows.

 

[HavocKeeper]

Ah true. Yea, I can see that.

I guess I'm just surprised he seems to be piling Mahora-verse 'demons' in the same vein as DS 'demons' and equating them. I guess nobody took the time to explain the deeper culture of the magical world to Orny or that Mana and Setsuna are a part of the Mahora magic faction.
But then again it's that old fogey Konoemon, probably either forgot or is trolling somehow from the shadows.

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His home is probably a sore spot for him and the dean wouldn't want to pick at it beyond getting the gist of it. When they briefed him on the world they probably asked about the general people and creatures and compared notes. When demons came up I can totally see them being described and Ornstein making a comment about them being horrible or something and the dean not pushing him on it because most of them probably are.

I severely doubt Ornstein would go into specifics about how Dark Souls demons came to be, if he even knows, because it's theoretically possible to recreate it and that's way too much of a disaster to risk.

 

[Zardeon]

This makes no sense what so fucking ever... Konoemon is the leader of the Kanto Magic Association which means he has at least the basic understanding about people, he was present when Ornstein argued for Evangeline's death for being a monster and somehow did not fucking think about informing him about how demons work in the Negimaverse? And if it was that Ornstein didn't listen, why the hell would Konoemon risk the lives of his students for a, in their universe, murderous fanatic?

 

[HavocKeeper]

This makes no sense what so fucking ever... Konoemon is the leader of the Kanto Magic Association which means he has at least the basic understanding about people, he was present when Ornstein argued for Evangeline's death for being a monster and somehow did not fucking think about informing him about how demons work in the Negimaverse? And if it was that Ornstein didn't listen, why the hell would Konoemon risk the lives of his students for a, in their universe, murderous fanatic?

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Arguing for Eva's death hardly leads someone to think the person doing it is unreasonable and would kill students. She is the dark Mage in Negima and is widely considered to be one of the most dangerous criminals in the world.

Despite what Ornstein has been saying about him, he is still going to Konoemon to handle it instead of doing it himself. That shows that he isn't a murderous fanatic, he just has a, very justified, dislike and distrust of demons in general. He realizes that they are different than the ones back home, but he cannot help but think that they are up to no good, thus he's going to the dean to show proof and find an appropate way to handle it.

 

[Zardeon]

Arguing for Eva's death hardly leads someone to think the person doing it is unreasonable and would kill students. She is the dark Mage in Negima and is widely considered to be one of the most dangerous criminals in the world.

Despite what Ornstein has been saying about him, he is still going to Konoemon to handle it instead of doing it himself. That shows that he isn't a murderous fanatic, he just has a, very justified, dislike and distrust of demons in general. He realizes that they are different than the ones back home, but he cannot help but think that they are up to no good, thus he's going to the dean to show proof and find an appropate way to handle it.

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There Are Kids Involved!!! You DO NOT take chances with kids! Even if the situation IS solved peacefully, he's already inflicted severe emotional damage to Setsuna, possibly irreversible, as she is already extremely sensitive and ashamed about her heritage, and one of her teachers just locked her up and called her a monster as well as told her that she will basically destroy everything she touches as that is all she is good for. THIS IS NOT OKAY! If there was even a hint that Ornsteins personality was that extreme, which there was as Evangeline showed us, he should not have been allowed anywhere near the school!