The Sixth Heaven Devil King

"Kiyotaka, what is the file you sent in the Line group?"

Karuizawa asked.

"It's the Bonfire Tale plan organized by Hirata. I hope everyone in Class D takes a look."

"Sokka, sokka."

This bonfire party felt like it would become a wonderful memory for her, Karuizawa hoped.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon on the sixth day. Everyone in Class D gathered at the campsite to prepare for the preliminary work of the bonfire party.

"Glow sticks ready, folding chairs ready, drinks ready, ingredients ready, camera ready, decorative lights ready, board games ready, sound system ready, fire extinguishing equipment ready..."

"Yosh, preparations complete!"

After confirming all the materials needed for the party, Kushida issued a declaration of victory.

Sudo wrapped LED light strings around the high tree branches and tents, filling the area with a festive atmosphere. The sixth day was not only the last day of the year but also the final day of the special exam; two joys combined into an even greater joy.

"Suzune, can you--dance with me?"

Sudo practiced toward the air over and over again.

A few small ground lights were sporadically placed on the ground to illuminate the path leading to the bonfire area.

The lamp shades of the ground lights featured a retro iron design, with the warm yellow light inside casting diagonally to form elegant light and shadow textures on the ground, guiding people's footsteps.

In the food and drink corner, several small decorative lights were cleverly placed on the tables and surroundings, accented with wood, stones, or dried branches, blending perfectly into nature.

Several chefs, including the quasi-Michelin French restaurant chef Jean Chang Shui Jacques Jing, were nervously directing the kitchen while wearing a chef's hat.

"What is this? Nene, what on earth is this! Is this the steak you're giving to the guests? Is it beef? Is it even cooked!"

"Chef, I'm sorry! I forgot to set the timer just now..."

Nene bowed at a 45-degree angle, apologizing earnestly. Jean Chang Shui required everyone in the kitchen to call him Chef to increase the sense of immersion.

"Forgot to set the timer?! Do you think we're a fast-food joint? Guests come here to eat art, not your mistakes! Redo it! Now! Also, remember to use salt! Don't let me taste a steak like cardboard again!"

"Hai!"

Jean Chang Shui did not relax his requirements at all due to personal feelings.

"Chef, here is a perfectly seared salmon with lemon butter sauce, what do you think?"

Matsushita held her creation with both hands and brought it in front of the chef.

"Finally, someone knows what they're doing! (Tastes a bite) The sauce lacks a bit of acidity, add some lemon and try again. Don't get too complacent, you're still far from perfect!"

Jean Chang Shui did not relax his standards just because the dish was passable; today he was Gordon Ramsay, and no one could escape his torment.

"Very well, now get moving! Remember, if you can't survive in this Hell's Kitchen, it's because you don't deserve to be here!"

"Hai!"

The few temporary student chefs didn't know where Hell's Kitchen was, but just hearing the name made it sound like a bad place.

Busy times always pass quickly; the last trace of the sunset gradually dissipated behind the distant mountains, and the cool mountain breeze brushed by with the scent of the winter solstice.

The bonfire in the center of the campsite crackled and burned, the firelight flickering and reflecting warmly on everyone's faces.

The starry sky was like a dark blue velvet curtain, dotted with countless stars, as if casting a romantic filter over this bonfire party.

The young people felt a bit restless and joyful in their hearts; who wouldn't fantasize about having an unforgettable and fulfilling holiday?

"Phew, it's finally lit!"

Ike, with his short hair, wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw the last piece of firewood into the fire. The bonfire, which was usually easy to light, had made his movements quite stiff due to his nervousness.

"Without me, this bonfire party would have been a bust!"

"Proud just because you lit a fire? Boys are really childish."

Shinohara Satsuki said.

Ike looked at Shinohara in confusion. An hour ago, Shinohara had suddenly said to him inexplicably: "Hey, Ike. You definitely don't have a girl to accompany you to the bonfire party. Seeing you're so pathetic alone, just accompany me tonight. Don't misunderstand, I don't have any other thoughts."

Even though it felt like their relationship wasn't very good, she had suddenly turned around. Ike really couldn't figure it out.

"Shinohara, about that bonfire dance, should we..."

"Ah, I have something to do on the girls' side. I'm leaving first!"

Shinohara interrupted Ike's speech directly and ran away in a flash.

"Yosh, since the bonfire is lit, let's begin. Tonight, I present to everyone—Bonfire Tale."

Hirata began to organize everyone to take their seats.

The sound system played, the guitar sound started slowly, and the melody was melodious with a touch of casualness. The flames swayed gently with the rhythm, as if they were dancing too.

The few people sitting around the bonfire began to hum along. Although their pitch varied, that sincere joy blended into the night air.

"Hey, Beauty. Your grilled vegetables are about to burn!"

A classmate nearby suddenly shouted, causing the person in question to glance toward Hirata, who was lost in thought by the campfire.

"Ah? Is it burnt?"

The girl named Wang Meili hurriedly pulled the branch away from the fire, looking down to see that more than half of the vegetable's surface had turned charred and black.

She sighed.

"Sigh, and I wanted to make it perfect..."

She said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"I think this is fine too; it has a lot of character."

Hirata walked over to comfort her, a gentle smile hanging on his lips.

The firelight grew weaker, and the sounds of the guitar and laughter gradually blended into the night's insect chirps and the wind.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and every face wore a satisfied smile.

Even when the bonfire went out tomorrow and they returned to their daily lives, the warmth and joy of this party would become a precious chapter in their memories.

At this time, Chang Shui Jing silently watched and admired the artwork on the dining table, which was an original dish that fused personal aesthetics with a natural style.

"Hey, Chang Shui Jing. The eastern base is about to refresh; let's go check in."

Ayanokoji walked over to invite Chang Shui Jing to go with him.

"Oh, it's Ayanokoji. What's wrong, afraid to be alone at night?"

"That's not it. I remembered that Chang Shui Jing spent the whole afternoon busy in the kitchen, but no points were credited. That doesn't seem fair to a companion."

"Oh, a rare display of concern, Ayanokoji. Let's go then."

Chang Shui Jing and Ayanokoji walked side by side toward the eastern base; the school had deliberately placed the bases in areas with complex terrain to prevent students from just lying around at the campsite.

The moon hung high in the sky, its cold radiance enveloping the earth, and the moonlight spilled onto their clothes like a light veil, reflecting a silvery white.

After walking a distance, the rustling footsteps of the two stopped, and Ayanokoji halted without warning, looking at Chang Shui Jing.

"Chang Shui Jing."

From behind Chang Shui Jing, Ayanokoji suddenly called out.

"What is it, Ayanokoji? Calling me by my full name all of a sudden."

Chang Shui Jing suddenly felt a bad premonition. He had checked his phone before leaving, and there was still plenty of time before 23:00, so he found Ayanokoji's behavior very strange.

After turning around, Chang Shui Jing's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks; he saw Ayanokoji's finger hovering over the Devour option.

Under the moonlight, the two red characters for Devour were imprinted on the Hannya Demon pattern. With just a light tap, the demon would gnaw away, leaving the trusting victim splattered in blood. It made one can't help but lament the school's twisted sense of humor.

"Sayonara."