Once again, we focus on Mikoto face, dressed in her favorite pajamas with a pattern of adorable Gekota characters, as she slowly wakes up to a new morning in her bed (Lying on her back), with the feeling that something is wrong again. Something is disturbing her sleeping comfort. Still sleepy, still with her eyes closed, she begins to realize that she feel unusually warm, even hot. It seem to her that her body is heavy. It's almost as if she is burdened by something or under itand that something is somehow is getting heavier and heavier it starting to suffocating her. She tried to subconsciously move her body to find a better/more comfortable position, but the very effort to do this movement was thwarted by something or someone. Almost as if someone was holding her down or otherwise restricting her movement.
Waking up from her sleep, still half-awake half-asleep, she felt the presence of someone else near her. She tried to shake off the limiting feeling, but it only prompted the idea that she was suddenly under the (water surface?). As if she was trying, like a buoy, to float to the surface, but in her way stood an almost mirror-like ice floe in which her image was reflected. Her fingers twitched... But instead of the desired movement of her body up towards the floe, there was a feeling as if something was starting to pull her down, dragging her into a bottom. It almost urged her to give up to the fall...
However, it was like a starting impulse, for the (over competitive) warrior who made it to the fifth level.
From moment to moment her temper flared and with an actual fighting cry (with a yelp flavored with a hint of panic) she self forced herself from sleep to wakefulness. She immediately jerked herself up enough to be able to sit up in bed. In doing so, she literally broke through the imaginary veil, the wall that prevented her from fully waking up. Or rather, it was as if she broke through the feeling of an ice floe that prevented her from reaching the surface, of being pulled to the bottom, and the very weight/weight that had been weighing her down until now, as if she had thrown something off herself.
With wide eyes and heavy breathing, she stared ahead at the wall with the entrance door to her room. It took her a few seconds to calm down enough to realize where she was. With a sigh, she put her hand to her face. [face-palm]
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Yet Tokiwadai Ace was not the only one in the room. Her little sister, dressed in pajamas with an adorable cat pattern, approached from the side walking on all four. She leaned in close enough to the Tsundere's personal space to get a very close look at the eldest sister's face. Like from quite close. "Onee-sama, are you okay? Misaka asks with concern in her voice, when it's all over and the older sister almost exploded into a Misaka's face." It almost feel like she trying to scan the Level-Five to know whats going inside of her head.
Mikoto turned her head to look at her live mirror image with a surprised expression. "Huh?" If she had been given a second or two, she would have managed to sort out her thoughts. However...
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Her other sister, dressed in Railgun's spare cute pajamas, approached from the other side. She also leaned in to get a closer look at her sister's face. "What's more important is whether the older sister has calmed down enough that the lightning strike warning can be lifted off. Especially since Misaka was doing her best to at least partially block Onee-sama Esper abilities from leaching out."
Mikoto, with a puzzled look, turned her head 180 degrees to face the other sister face. "Huh?"
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The third sister, dressed in something that could be considered as pajamas, crawled on all fours to the eldest of the sisters. She moved from somewhere into a front of the trio to squeeze into the Railgun's field of view. "That's quite a bold statement from Misaka, considering the fact that the older sister threw us aside like rags, despite the fact that each of us was actually holding her back by the end. Misaka points out another drastic difference in the combat parameters that someone can reach out."
Overwhelmed by yet another potentially important piece of information, Mikoto turned her head again, to look at the third sister, losing track of what was happening to her: "Huh?"
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However, some classmates from Tokiwadai saw a group of five identical girls returning to the dormitory in the early evening yesterday... So the fourth sister rose from the floor back to her feet, after she involuntarily rolled out of bed. But this shy version of the brunette was unable to obtain the pajamas from the second-year student's repertoire, so she had to reach into the first-year student's wardrobe. With flushed cheeks, she climbed onto the bed on all fours. "O- Onee-sama,-- y- you should know,-- that you're too lively during your sleep. You threw Misaka out of bed, again. Misaka is almost starting to think, that her older sister doesn't intend to share a place in the bed with anyone who won't fight for it."
"No, that's not the case." Repeated Mikoto instantly, remembering on some morning practice of trowing her kōhai, who sneak to her, across room to other bed. As this sister entered Railgun's field of vision, Level-5 finally got a good look at her fourth sister. Not even a few seconds passed and Mikoto's eyes widened.
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Namely 19.090, was wearing an almost transparent one-piece nightgown with a suspiciously loose tie around her neck. Perhaps all it took was a tug on the string, to undo the tying knot and the whole thing would fall off her shoulders. It was an actual commando/ ambush suitable for Shirai personality.
Second year tried to find a logic in what she was looking at, not even getting a blush, yet. "Hey, what are you wearing?"
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The fourth of the quadruplets tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Misaka had to improvise..."
Railgun interrupted her in a reprimanding tone of an older sister. "How could you not have chosen something other than this?!"
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This Misaka, who perhaps excels in women's perception the most among the brown-haired females present at the room 208, stared at the original for a second or two and then, blushing, turned her gaze away. In a similar gesture of a gentle lady, she put her palm close to her mouth in embarrassment. "Onee-sama, that is so naughty [echi] from you. Forcing Misaka, to wear the (For special someone stuff.), just because she refuse to try it on her own and look into a mirror." Where anyone who knew Shirai Kuroko's true motives would probably have guessed, that this nightgown was probably the most decent outfit to choose from the given wardrobe.
A second later, a mysterious switch seemed to flip inside the Tsundere's. Her face blushed and she lunged at the fashion offender, extending her claws towards her. "That's enough!! I understand!! I'll get you something later!! But now, get rid of it immediately!!" She grabbed the nightgown by the bottom edge and in one swift motion, she swung her hands towards the ceiling, flipping out the clothing from a body. Sister's hands followed this movement as the one piece flow up.
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Random passerby, viewer or observer, would have claimed to have seen a semi-transparent nightgown with a suspiciously loose neck tie, to fly through the air of the room, in a moment of a slow motion. Like a natural geyser in a national park, it rose gracefully to the ceiling-- where, due to air resistance, it spread its sides like a cloud of water vapor, like a bird spreading its wings-- and now glides gracefully across the room. All the while, the few rays of sunlight, that are penetrating through the gap in window curtain, as they touched the silk fabric, lit up the texture with a silvery-golden sheen.
That would have been to seen... if Mikoto hadn't noticed, a shaking motion at the door handle on the door to hallway. As her hands went up, so they went down, and with express speed. Before the nightgown could leave the body of defenseless Misaka in embarrassment, Older sister returned this dangerous wardrobe back to her sister body and heavily blushed herself.
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The movement of the hands had barely finished when the door flew open and dormitory manager stormed into the room in her usual mood. (Actually she seem to have only one mood, the strict one.) This hawk eyed woman shouted "Hey!! Enough of the idleness!! Actually,-- What do you think you're still hanging around here at this time!?" She was already taking air into her lungs for a proper scolding, but as soon as she looked at the quintuplets on one bed, who all glanced at her, it was like some full pull up the hand break on her thoughts. She saw as; three Emo eyes were staring directly at her with a bewitching gaze. The fourth was so sullen that in combination with the three, many would imagine a scene that does not belong to the exemplary upbringing of young ladies.
From the given group, it was easy to see which of the five was the biggest troublemaker, who tried in vain to maintain a stony expression through her tomato face. It was pointless to pretend so she spoke up on behalf of her sisters. "Eh,-- we have a small bed. Actually,-- can I help you somehow?" She tried to divert the conversation.
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Normally the Tokiwadai Iron Wall would be adamant, but the clearly suspicious situation before her took the wind out of her sails and literally put her on her guard. She looked around the room for anything (to grab onto), that she can use as topic. But that only came when she looked at the brunette again. Specifically, the one in the nightgown. "Shirai?..." It was not clear whether she was asking where the redhead was, or whether the sister in question was Shirai herself, who had mysteriously become a Misaka.
It was like a shower by bucket of water that switched the Tsundere to completely different thoughts. "Oh.... Ah yes, Kuroko tried very hard to avoid the home treatment, as an alternative to the usual procedure that she wasn't a fan of. She stayed with her... her family member at the hotel, who arrived to AC just for that. She was alive when I call her..." Suddenly Mikoto realized something. "Oh, Kuroko must have really hoped that she would somehow get out of there. In fact, she directly begged me to save her from Kukoo's hands. But I won't fall into that trap, to be part of whatever was occurring there. That means we were both so preoccupied that we didn't let on..."
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Fortunately for everyone, the Tokiwadai Iron Wall decided to make a tactical retreat from room 208. At the same time, the woman also pointed out that the girls were getting late and they should hurry up if they still wanted to make it to breakfast.
Closing the door was like the start of a small whirlwind that spontaneously started in the performance of the Mikoto sisters, with food as they main motivator.
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And so; by one sister like struggle over clothes, barely avoiding infighting over every piece; later.
Although the five-member group of girls managed to get to breakfast. Mikoto suddenly found herself under siege again, having to fiercely defend her portion against the ever-hungry younger sisters. During this breakfast, many students who watched the scene concluded that if Mikoto Misaka, as the eldest of the siblings, had to compete against the numerical superiority of the well-organized sisters since childhood, it is no wonder that she made it to the fifth level. Time to playwas limited and the entire cafeteria had to be reminded that the bus was already waiting. Because somehow notable that some students getting little rebellious by forgetting about little things. It is worth noting that Railgun, with her blood pumping in her veins, was very reactive to creative stimuli. Especially when it seemed that her sisters were enjoying the struggle for Onee-samas's attention as it was a deficient commodity.
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And so, exceptionally, one circus on the bus later, the aforementioned metal carriage stopped in front of the gate to the school grounds to release the ladies.
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Mikoto in hurry started walking, swiftly passing the school grounds gate, to avoid any delays and other creative stimuli. But to her surprise, an unprecedented crowd of girls was gathered in the square/courtyard with a fountain between the gate to the road and the entrance door to the main building. Almost as if something was about to happen. She tried to haste through it but a girl with a huge bouquet of flowers complete with white decorations like a bow blocked her way. Before Railgun knew it, these flowers were already pressed into her hands. The brunette had a confused expression and even asked: (Why?) But the girl in question, in the ecstasy and restlessness of a fan who had approached her celebrity with enthusiasm, disappeared from the center of attention of everyone in the courtyard.
Railgun would have already started to guess that (What's going on?) if she hadn't noticed Mental-Out walking straight towards her. Of course, the crowd's enthusiasm went through the imaginary roof that other celebrity of they school show up. Shokuhou had a similar bouquet, but even through her forced smile, Misaka could tell that the blonde was not in a good mood.
But even so, when Misaki finally stepped forward in front of her colleague, she started using that sweet, intrusive way that Mikoto found so irritating, especially when she pushed/leaned into personal space of number-three. "Misaka swa~an, do you remember how I tried to start a conversation with you yesterday, saying it was important? The one you didn't want to have? Right? Ri~~ight? Then please don't you dare, to blame me for anything that happened through your ignorance."
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Railgun's gaze tightened. "What mess you made, that are you trying to pull from it, this time? And what's with this set-up that seems to be cut from a movie scene at the end of the school year, when the third-graders, after the closing ceremony, receive congratulations from their Kōhai and such?"
Mental-Out's eyebrows shot up in a split second. "I shouldn't be surprised by your ability to ignore everything that's going on around you unless it's thrown right in your face... but... The fact that you're asking me to say it out loud makes me even more speechless. Besides, we're both still second years, so no. I'm telling you up front that this isn't going to be any of the normal fads you'd encounter at Tokiwadai. It's about..." She tried to say what she was talking about directly, but lost her voice in the embarrassment. She finally came up with something and looked away with a frown and an embarrassed, offended expression, her cheeks puffed out. "It's directly related to a certain incident on Sunday. The one you trying to play off as if nothing happened."
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The brunette's expression was neutral and she would have thought about everything that had happened that Sunday, but her long-term experience with the blonde's mischief and tricks convinced her to look for a trick behind her claims. Almost like a detective who suddenly got the feeling that something didn't add up in a witness's statement. Or rather, that there was something in that statement that shouldn't have been there originally and the suspect is hastily trying to divert the investigator's attention in another direction. "Ah. So I should put aside any comparison to the citizens' grateful congratulations to the heroes who saved the city, when the program is the public handing over of the imaginary key to the city directly from the mayor,... and I should move on to the more important part." For a second or two, the two girls exchanged silent glances. "Didn't you go overboard with that claim about being a sophomore/ second year student? Didn't they figure it out and questioned if you are actually a middle schoolgirl? And now, you have a problem."
This time it was the blonde who showed an expression of genuine confusion as her train of thought stopped short. "Huh?" Her eyes widened, but she had a businesslike smile in the next moment. With her eyes closed, she had to take a deep breath and exhale to keep from barking at her schoolmate. She tried very hard to keep her face straight. "Misaka sa~an. Even a burnt brick that they put in a nice dress and put in front of you to keep you company and talk to is less hardened than you! Do the frustration from, my sudden grow sprout sprint leaved you stunned on a start line, getting on you?" When she opened her eyes again with a slightly irritated... no, reprimanding expression as if she wanted to explain something obvious to her, she pointed a stern index finger at Railgun. "I won't go around talking nonsense! So I'm telling you straight, take it for granted that even though the difference isn't that significant,... Of the two of us, you're the older one!"
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This time it was Mikoto who didn't understand for a moment. "Huh?" She immediately became horrified and her gaze dropped to the chest level of the person in front of her. She was horrified at the very unfavorable statistics she had in front of her. "Y- younger and yet..."
For Number-five, the irritation had already passed into her voice. She had to use a strong gesture of her own hand in the brunette's field of vision to help redirect Number-Three's attention. "Misaka swan, my eyes are up there! Don't make our situation worse by publicly staring so seductively where you shouldn't!"
The two girls exchanged stressed looks, grunts, and gestures that made for a particularly strange, or rather embarrassing, moment for both of them.
Not even a few seconds passed and the attention of the couple and the crowd around them, which was beginning to be captivated by emotions and passions, was taken over by participant number three. Namely, on the inner edge of the imaginary circle of onlookers stood Misaka Dolly in her civilian clothing. Excited and full of joy/enthusiasm, she energetically waved a large flag attached to a long pole, which was actually a white tablecloth from the table. As if it wasn't enough that on the tablecloth was a large red heart that had on both sides the name of a certain couple on the fifth level of Tokiwadai Junior High School. Like a cheerleader she also chanted encouraging slogans for the couple in the middle, trying to stir up the enthusiasm of the spectators in the stadium, hipping the crowd, cheering for their favorite sports team. Some of the sheltered ladies though that is pretty normal and some of them join the chanting from the edge of the road.
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"Huh??" The older brunette literally fell into a trance as she opened her eyes to her laughing sister, who kept chanting with such immense pride.
Of course, the crowd went crazy and with it the honey-haired girl also loosened her pretense. She immediately started barking at her roommate all over the yard. "Dolly~~y!!! You were there, but you're still like you're off the leach when Mitori's not around. If I find out that you're just using the opportunity to pull a Canadian prank on me!… We will need to have a serious talk." She make an (I will get you for this glare.) toward the smiling girl.
The answer came with a statement she must have heard somewhere: (What is mutually teased is what is loved.)
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Now the Tsundere was starting to panic so she barked at the brain washer. "Hey!! What are you talking about?! What's going on?!"
Honey blonde started verbally attacking the short-haired girl. "Should I spell it out for you so you understand?!! Someone spread the rumor that we got married on that beach on Sunday. They even have indirect, but solid evidence of it. And because of the hard reset I got, which you are also involved in, I don't even have a basis for making a solid argument, because I have a window. [memory loss] And with Dolly, who is already the second day, like a running train in ecstasy, it's impossible to hold a conversation or take a step." She waved a pointing gesture at the long-haired brunette who had managed to recruit a few blushed paff students to her cheerleading team, already doing some simple choreography. But Shokuhou's attention was focused on Mikoto, so she approached her even closer. "Do you even know what it is like when they officially contact me from the office to supplement your data and ask if they should give me a second surname, or otherwise? On top of that, you get slapped with apt comments about morning sickness as a pregnancy symptoms. At this point, I'm not even sure what's true, even when it's about my own body, because: Another window!" She pointed her index finger at Railgun firmly and urgently. "What did you do to me?, that I'm so out of shape? Why did the doctors and nurses giggle and not want to tell me the reason? How come you have similar morning sickness like me?" For a moment, her voice dropped to the level of a comment to herself in a low voice. "(Which is weirder than weird, but who would say that the role of the other gender suits you better.) And if you deigned to allow yourself do to me more, than you normally allow yourself to do with me, then kindly take responsibility for it!"
It was heard as if (something fragile fell on the floor?), or rather as if something (spill over?), or (break into a parts?). The pair turned they heads to look at the pale Kuroko who was standing just a short distance away and had heard the conversation. With her eyes wide open in horror, she stood there like a pillar so rigid that a casual observer would have thought her spirit had shattered like a porcelain vase into countless tiny shards. She gasped, and there was despair in her voice. "S- Si- Sissy. P-please tell me, that's not t- true."
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The mental switch finally flipped and the redhead earned a bark from her roommate. "What?!!-- I?!!-- And with her?!! Did you too, went crazy?!!"
That was an insult to which the person in question responded with a foxy bark. "Excuse-me~~e! It is You! You're the one, who mercilessly pounces on my chest like a wild beast and then goes down to your knees."
Kuroko, imagining the scene, snorted.
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It was already an argument, well known to the two. "Why are you bringing up this nonsense about your excessive fat bags? I should remind you, that you're the one here pushing them in my face. Literally!! I'll seriously perform liposuction on you if you insist on it!" [Liposuction, medical procedure of suctioning out excessive or problematic subcutaneous fat. Even Ghost chan called Shokuhou a Fatty.]
"When a brute like you makes excuses for his lack of sex appeal, he's only covering up the fact that he's actually a brute." [According to some, the relationship between the couple in room 208 is a relationship between a hidden sadist and a hidden masochist.]
Tears welled up in the redhead's eyes. "Sissy,-- why don't you deny any of these accusations? Is it... is it because I'm flat as a board? Don't tell me?: that, sitting at a table and having a snack while overlooking a still life with round curves and cleavage, was enough to shift the train track switch, and the love train of yours leaving without me?"
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Of course Mikoto barked at her roommate. "That french-fries lunch wasn't my fault in the slightest!!"
If Misaki had been a bird like some angry parrot, her fetters will be standing like pointy spikes. "So pr~r!! From all the times we discussed somethingwhile sitting on table, you meathead ability excelled once again by picking the most unfitting example to clear this mess. Speaking of that business lunch, yes, it was definitely your fault! Even though, I was the one who invited you. Forget about the skipping/skipping heartbeat! When you did that, I almost felt the death knell put a hand on my shoulder as my heart nearly stopped."
Kuroko face expression was screaming: (What they are talking about?!! What happened there?!!)
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"Nice excuses for the fact that you waved them provocatively in my face. You reap what you sow."
"How else am I supposed to get your attention when you figuratively had your finger on the trigger, refused to touch the menu, and didn't call me anything more beautiful than: (The one with the black heart.)? The wrong or overly aggressive approach to you will very quickly result in a scenario of a defenseless victim in a dark subway tunnel who looks into the reflectors of a fast approaching high-speed train." She pointed a finger at herself and then at the brunette.
At this point the redhead was already crying. "What's that? What's this? --that you're talking about?" Already having her compact phone on her ear, she had phone call, whit her most loyal friend. "Uhiharu~~~u. (*snort*) That Bust-Upper probably won't be of any use to me~e. It's too late!"
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"That's enough!! You need to sleep!!" Railgun pacified her roommate into unconsciousness with a karate kick to the back of the neck. "Do really everyone here went crazy?!"
"A beautiful speech from someone who is like an unsecured Tesla coil. Forget about high voltage, your performances are just out of the ordinary. Do you even know why transformer stations are so deserted? One such transformer, for example, released a serious discharge directly into a room full of people yesterday. And we're not even talking about the other force fields for which you are the center, from which you will jump out of where if you stay in them longer than is healthy. Hello~o, do you really don't get it, that this is like monthly thing on this grounds?"
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"What does your inaccurate explanation have to do with all of this?"
"Dear Misaka Swan." She smiled at her for a moment before frowning with the expression of a prosecutor in a trial ready for his Punch-Line. "You're a walking lesbian generator! No one is safe from you unintentional attics ability. I'm straight, but I'm not even sure about it, when you are around, anymore. And I've been resisting you for quite a while."
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"Do you really want me to slaps you repeatedly if you're so eager for a fight?"
"As if I, as a support class, have any chance against the main gun of a naval battleship." [Most common comparison of the firepower possessed by #3-Railgun is comparing her to battleship.]
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The heated debate was interrupted as megaphone rang out across the entire Tokiwadai courtyard. "Excuse me!!" As everyone, except Kuroko who is KO, looked in that direction, it was possible to see the student council presidential duo standing at the entrance gate. Of course, the duo had a duty to intervene in the resulting rift before it escalated even further. Except that the duo didn't look like fighting types.
Therefore, the gazes of all the female students did not warm to them for long and fell on a large group from Anti-Skill, deployed on the street behind the gate. There was a whole battle ready unit in blue uniforms with large shields. Supported with army of a trash bin robots, that all of them had a stun stick hidden inside them. Armored vehicles. Mechanical infantry mechs with massive shotguns alternating with compressed air to suppress the riots. There were even helicopters for air support. In short, the standardequipment for solving a minor riots at school for young prominent ladies.
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The second person with the megaphone called on the students to disperse to their classes, saying that they must not forget about their lessons.
The presidents duo literally breathed a sigh of relief as the crowd moved towards the school.
Even the two celebrities on the fifth level walked with the crowd, trying to get lost in it. Only to be caught up by the student council, who had they eyes on them, trying to pull them over, before they manage to sneak into the building.
The fluffy blonde president was warmly welcoming. "Misaka san, Shokuhou san, didn't we appeal to each of you to keep Tokiwadai together?"
The Ice like long-black haired president, on the other hand, was practically curt. "What she's trying to say is, that we need to talk."
Except the brown-haired didn't want to let them close to her. "Does this mean you finally have the answers I asked you two days ago? Also the rumor are straight forward prank and you two shall put down foot to deal with it"
Since both presidents were uneasy, the honey-haired girl joined the conversation with her hand on her hip. "Before your two, tried to use yours fox tongues ability, I would like to remind you, that this incident here is the unquestionable result of someone deciding to walk away from a specific incident by hiding behind an Alibi. It is an endgame that has not yet happened and we can agree on that without words. In doing so, I extend the given statement about excuses to the two of you and your busyness with tasks. Asking Misaka san to keep the school in one piece, is like asking a battleship to open fire in order to protect the fleet. If neither of us has anything but conjecture/ assumption, then we can cancel the planned conversation for now."
Student council duo stayed there silently and while the black haired look uninterested, her blonde partner had a drop of sweet on her cheek as she tried to hard to keep her neutral face.
Blue uniforms send out they emissary onto the school ground and the legendary Anti-Skill member with the long ponytail, Yomikawa, joined them. With a big smile, she joined the circle of girls in a serious conversation. In her arms was a certain unconscious redhead, whom the entire school would have left lying there in the empty yard if she hadn't picked her up. "Ladies, please. I know exactly what it's like to urgently need to know the answers to important questions. Especially when lives or future are at stake. However, we must not be carried away by ignorance. Patience is an essential weapon not only for every police officer, heroic warrior, but especially for a lady. Please make sure that it is in your best interest. Especially when you are in a celebrity position. What about you two give a try to a training with a bucket of cold water, wearing a bathrobe, siting in a meditation pose and in a silent place where you turn the bucket over yourself?" As a seasoned street legend, her educative speech of advice didn't take long for anyone who is a trouble maker, to feel like they were listening to her for too long. So she looked at the helpless Shirai in her arms and then at the girls in front of her. The three of them, immediately made it clear by their expressions that they doubled to stay away, and wouldn't offer to help carry her. So Yomikawa smiled widely at the last of them.
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Brown-head sighed, she pushed her own bouquet into the honey-haired girl's hands, probably thinking she would never see the flowers again, and took her Kōhai.
Yet the honey-blonde blushed wildly, opening her eyes wide, silently not believing, what the dense girl had done.
The woman in blue was pleased, but when she looked around, her gaze fell on another brunette with a similar face to the one in the group in front of her. Despite the brunette's blatant intention to stay out of the action in the courtyard and unobserved in the corners, Yomikawa called out to her. "What are you doing here? And how did you get here so quickly? The entire garden of education is closed, under a lock down." As she thought about it, she suddenly became excited and someone would have seen the proverbial stars in her eyes. "Wait! Didn't you enroll in this school?"
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Misaka Worst jumped out of her hiding place, making a stance on the courtyard, ready for a fight. "Don't even try that shit! --Misaka warns firmly, saying that she has never gone to any school and will never go. The very idea for attending this brain degrading time wasting festival, is a disgrace, intended for the backward in the realm of normies. And as for the first part?... Misaka, as a lady, has her own tricks in a sleeve. In fact, it's so simple that you could say it's there on purpose. Yet somehow people here ignore it. Work out the answer yourself! Misaka says, meaning that she's finished talking." She threw her hands to the sides with a malicious expression in her face.
But again, despite the girl's intention, the policewoman walked up to the naughty brunette with a curious expression. "Is that so?" At that, the girl in question began to demand that the woman with the elaborate 6 pack bricks on her stomach not come near her, clearly in a defensive position, ready to retreat. Yet somehow it seemed that she will not outrun the woman so she was willing to resit with a fight.
The four Tokiwadai girls, plus one absent-minded one, agreed that it was time to leave the stage. In contrast to the currently noisy and argumentative rift between the rebellious Worst and Anti-Skill's Yomikawa, the Tokiwadai students were looking supremely dignified.
Even as they headed for the infirmary, the local staff paled at the sight of familiar faces.
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[notes]
-Although the manga had a slightly different background between Mikoto and Misaki, I follow my own which I pre-created before reading the given chapter of the manga. Of course, from the novels, it's only the books from the Index series.