The Maniac of DxD (Highschool dxd insert/ semi-crack): Chapter 2

“-That is why you must never break the rules of the clans and mingle with the heretics out there. Especially those of the Christianity-“

I continued tuning out the voice of the tutor assigned to us children who was supposed to start teaching us now that we were all old enough.

Ever since I woke up as a baby more than five years ago, I have been feeling rather giddy at this new world I have found myself in.

Thanks to everything that happened in that stupid white void, I have already lost a large majority of my previous memories with only a few concepts, occasional images, strange data and information without context, and a lot of fragmented parts of memory remaining.

This meant that I had no hangups to deal with and could happily enjoy this second chance at life I was given by someone up there.

Am I insane for thinking in such a way and not caring one bit about the implications of my circumstances and everything in between? Probably. Won’t be the first time I went insane after all.

But, did I care about any of that? Not one bit.

I got magic bitch! All your arguments are invalid!!

Well, something approaching magic anyway. These people call it spiritual power or some other bullshit.

To me, they are the same, just like the various things they talk about, like Ki, touki, chakra, and all the other bullshit things.

Seriously, I couldn’t care less about all that shit. I want to cast Fireball at someone’s face and watch what happens.

Anyways, where was I? Right, introductions to the imaginary spectators in my mind.

My name is Izayoi Ren. Eldest son of Izayoi Kaito and Izayoi Akari. The current heir to the Izayoi clan.

Now, why are all these titles and names more important than, let’s say, MAGIC?? Well, it’s because the Izayoi clan is a branch of the Himejima Clan which in turn is a part of a group of close-minded recluses called The Five Principle Clans of Japan.

And yes, I am reborn in Japan of all places. The one country where labor laws are non-existent and I am practically expected to die a dog's death working overtime for some company.

Yeah, that’s not happening. I am never going to become an Average Joe in this life. I mean, I’ve got magic!!

Or rather, I will have magic.

“-And so, you will be the future of this clan in upholding its values-“

This guy is still on about that? When will we get to learning actual magic and not this stupid clan history, Japanese pride, and all this nonsense I couldn’t care less about?

‘Ouch!’

I grimaced as my neighbor glared at me with anger, causing my other neighbor to giggle quietly.

The one who is now eligible for being charged with assault is none other than my little brother, Izayoi Haruto, while the girl giggling on the other side is called Himejima Akeno.

Sounds familiar? Must be because of her family name. She is a child of the Himejima family which is part of the five socially awkward clans I talked about previously.

Strangely enough, despite her status, she is treated like shit by most of the adults, and even some children from the main branch.

Again, I couldn’t care less about all that shit and I am no white knight so I don’t help her out when she is usually bullied.

I just told her how she should be dealing with her bullies while they were present, which somehow ended up with me gaining a strange nickname and her suddenly clinging to me.

Children are weird, man.

“Pay attention, you idiot brother of mine. If the teacher sees you, he will blame our clan again.”

I ignored Haruto’s words and continued tuning out the words of the teacher and instead started to go through what I’ve learned in the past few months we’ve been having lessons, which is very pitiful when you consider that this guy talks nonstop for five hours straight every day to ‘teach’ us.

Out of the five hours, there is barely an hour's worth of useful information for me to learn from his teachings. The rest is completely hogwash about clan politics, responsibilities, decorum, and whatever else he can talk about that would allow him to boast about the Himejima and the rest of the idiot clans.

‘Ah! I really want to start spamming fireballs already!!’

I suppressed my disappointment and turned back to the teacher, only to find him staring at me with a malicious expression while the rest of the children were giggling at me.

Fuck! Looks like I was found out.

“Ohh! Looks like Maniac Ren has been caught today!’

“This will be a good show!”

“Serves him right for disrespecting our traditions like this.”

Yup, Maniac Ren, that is the nickname I got for trying to do good by helping Akeno out. I swear, it feels like the universe is out to make me the bad guy when all I try to do is good.

Well, whatever.

“Izayou Ren. Do you have anything to add to the discussion?”

“Did I say I had anything to add?”

The way his face turned red in funny. Meh, not like I care what he thinks of me.

Not like he can do anything to me. As a low-ranking member of the Himejima clan, he can’t touch an heir to one of the branch clans of the main family unless I do something particularly stupid. Even then, it would be up to the Izayoi clan head and the Himejima Clan head to punish me, not him.

Now, if I fail to unlock my family magic in the next two years, that would be another story but I have already prepared for the worst-case scenario so that is not a worry either.

I may be insane (debatable) but I am not stupid.

Where was I? Right, roasting this fool whose name still escapes me even after studying under him for a few months already.

I ignored the fuming teacher who was saying something, probably something insulting if the way Haruto’s face was contorted in anger and Akeno’s narrowed eyes were anything to go by. Seriously, he is not worth the limited brain cells that I have right now.

I looked out of the window to see that the sun was already moving past its peak, indicating that it was past noon.

‘I wonder what’s for lunch?’

I turned back towards Akeno’s bag as the girl in question looked at me suspiciously.

‘I wonder if she will share her lunch with me. It’s been more than a year since I’ve tasted food made with love since mom died.’

The way her eyes widened and suddenly held her bag closely was answer enough.

‘I guess not. Can’t really blame her. I accidentally caused her to go on an involuntary hunger strike the last time I proposed to share lunch.’

Once again, my thoughts turned back to the original problem I am facing right now.

‘Ah! Get on with it already! Old man. I want to unlock my family magic and start spamming fireballs at people!!’