Located on an isolated island, Leiamon Magic Academy is called the "pinnacle of magic educational institutions" on the Brummel Continent. It gathers those called the "Kings of the Next Generation," high nobility, and even descendants inheriting the power of the Age of Gods. The academy enforces a ranking system determined by a comprehensive evaluation of not just skill, but national value, lineage, combat power, and mana capacity. Students fight daily under the pressure of the school caste. ————Except for that one class.

They aren't just flipping off the school, but society itself.

A lovable pack of idiots, Class C.

While they don't stand out in the spotlight, they are the largest class in the academy. The middle tier might seem plain, but on a global scale, their strength is top-tier. Even for an A-class student, challenging them to a duel means it's unlikely they'll return without a scratch. That is Class C.

Those slackers who mock the rigid rules of the elites and sneer at the students crawling in the dirt below are usually from Class C.

Because they aren't as high-strung as the top tier nor as desperate as the bottom tier, it's often said to be the class that enjoys youth the most.

The one allowing this kind of freedom is

A FORMER X X TEACHER!?

The only thing he taught Class C was simple and clear. "Bare your fangs. Bite back against absurdity. Enjoy, play, and survive. But don't increase my paperwork."

It seems the homeroom teacher, beloved by Class C for his slightly un-teacher-like behavior, has a past that the rest of the faculty knows nothing about...