While the wolf princess headed to the doctor office because her faithful puppy dog was still off duty, she was not thrilled about be followed by a trio of foxes.
On other hand, according the chit-char other schoolmates had, the excitement over the supposed wedding between Queen and Princess, still hadn't died down even as the students were leaving for their classes or something. Not even when Mikoto, on occasions tried to note explain its all misunderstanding, it only prompted a chorus of giggles. It seemed to be a respond, that it was adorable how she was trying to talk things out. It was clear that there were those on both the island and the school who were enthusiastically supporting this fun, on her account, and the rest of the attendees were going along with them.
This was especially evident in the large number of girls in the infirmary who were placed there due to fatigue and exhaustion. Or as one of the nurses commented: they were having so much fun that they didn't even think about proper resting. Mikoto glanced at Misaki, but as none of them don't say anything, the blonde returned a (What?) expression.
In the end, the presidential duo decided to push the school's argument that the infatuation was a safety valve, so that they wouldn't have to think about the scenario with the consequences if Railgun hadn't defeated the flying castle.
Since Mikoto didn't like this explanation, Shokuhou, who was browsing something online through her mobile phone, had to add that the observed phenomenon: (like being torn off the chain) is also to keep the female students busy with something extra, so that they don't even think about a possible disaster. This is especially important when the level of combat readiness for the defense units of the academic city does not drop down as much as it normally would. A direct example of such (sitting on needles/pins and needles) was the demonstration of muscles by Anti-Skill in front of the gates of their school this morning. Then the honey blonde silently frown as she dint like that threat level is still unusually high as if something was still ongoing. Nobody dared to ask of how she was access to that type of information.
In a way, when doctor heard why the red-haired is out of commission, she just reach into her white coat pocket, pull out a mysterious vial, opened it, and let the sleeping girl to sniff the content. In a moment she was awakened.
Shirai, who was given a stern explanation, as why she was taken to the infirmary and about certain delusions and rumors, got a warning not to jump to hasty conclusions. Yet she started wailing/crying again, but this time out of relief. Immediately after that, she tried to hug or rather skin-ship (cheek-to-cheek) with her idol. So Mikoto had to pacify her with a martial arts blow. In return, she earned a remark from Kuroko that she remained true to her motto: (hard to get). Then (Outch!...)was heard as the redhead got a head-chomp punishment punch on the head from a tsundere. Railgun made it clear that she would fix what was broken in the freshman's head one day.
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Of course, the present doctor clearly reminded Misaka, that the unorthodox procedure she went, does not belonged to any professional treatment method and on the contrary, it creates additional unnecessary tasks for them as a medical team. In fact, without any of the five girls being interested in it, the doctor announced during her speech, that there had not been a single pregnancy among the Tokiwadai girls over the weekend. She emphasized that this also applied to the five present. Especially since she had just had it checked again. She had a high resistance to the silent stares from the aforementioned girls, not even moving an eyebrow. Clearly it was all started with Shirai's distrust to male part population, when she uttered on Saturday that line about Tokiwadai castration department. Probably it caused an unnecessary talks, commentaries and memes, directly involving the doctor.
But that stone cold approach wasn't the case for one young nurse in training. [Tokiwadai female infirmary staff] As soon as she felt the Railgun's penetrating gaze on her, she not so imperceptibly and with a clear dose of nervousness began to slowly retreat to hide behind someone. Maybe she know more, through equipment or her own esper ability, or there was something other in play.
Of course the doctor was an experienced woman and knew when a girl was not satisfied with the answer she received even without the girl saying it out loud, so she sighed loudly. She expressed the opinion that the normal AIM field of an individual cannot be observed without very sensitive instruments. But it is unknown that there are no reports of individual observations, auras and premonitions that in the past were attributed to superstitions but today could be attributed to the perception of the existing AIM field by the person himself.
As expected, this difficult fact for some, redirected the attention of the students to herself. Therefore, she decided to claim that a certain trio is currently an exception in this regard, which acts like a wildfire regarding the mysterious effects of AIM fields. Their alleged aura is so scattered from excessive stress that it can have an effect not only on the psyche of the observed esper but also on the observers themselves. It could even go so far as to affect not only the perception of the surroundings but ultimately the esper abilities themselves.
Although she was asked casually what to do with all this, she did not let herself be discouraged. She claimed that even if they do not realize it, the mentioned three girls will suffer from a syndrome of accumulated pressure, where they are kept on their feet mainly by the strength of their ego. It is like a cooking pot with a tight lid. When the lid is opened, suddenly all the steam trapped in the pot escapes and ultimately they can faint, collapse. This is exactly what has happened to many other customers in her department at the moment. Yet some of the Anti-Skill officers things, that someone from outside helping them to faint off. (The police dint actually helping to calm down the situation.)
A certain trio is notorious for using their egos to get up without first recovering. Except that this trio can go so far in this run that they leave the others lying on the ground with a collapse behind them. She would directly compare the tension that radiates from them to a ballistic missile, ready to be launched into space. So the whole thing with the exaggerated reaction to the alleged wedding may be more like unprofessional help for the main actors than for the support staff behind the scenes. Therefore, the doctor clearly suggested that if they don't want to end up in bed for a long time, they should slow down, rest and relax. Actually, through their high level of esper ability, she clearly suggested, or rather ordered them to take a break from esper abilities, fighting and overcoming for a few days. She also made it clear that if they don't follow her instructions, someone can order them to house arrest. Potentially directly stay in a special purpose facility with an AIM deflector, to let them go fully off in esper terms. Or a forced visit to a traditional bathhouse somewhere deep in the mountains. [Onsen] (Although that last one had to be a joke, to her surprise she noticed that except for Shirai, all four girls clearly showed interest in visiting an Onsen through their body language.)
Of course, she did not respond to the question of whether this Onsen institution would also have to be closed after a single day of their visit.
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Mikoto therefore made a remark about a certain couple staying out of town at a certain hotel, which was undoubtedly a reference to the student council couple. But when she looked around at the place where they were supposed to be standing, she realized that the couple was quietly leaving the infirmary, pretending that the discussion no longer concerned them. Of course, she called out to them with her "Hey!!" but it was as if they didn't hear her.
On the other hand, the doctor smiled broadly because she had just gotten an excuse for being noisy, which she immediately used to kick the trio out of the infirmary. Doctor lean toward Shirai in bed an all serious: "Get out! This is not a clubhouse for your girls to hang out here!"
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The girls barely made it to the hallway before they rushed straight into another mischief/riddle. Mikoto, dissatisfied with the evasive answers, headed straight to the local Judgement office, which could be called a clubhouse for Shirai and her fellow freshman and Judgement's Kōhai. There were rumors circulating about this suspiciously similar duo that they were a secret project to create cheeky lolita girls. And Anti-Skill covers it up as the creation of a police loli force.
Both the blonde and the redhead had guessed that the brunette was planning to use the computer terminal there, which should be connected to the Anti-Skill headquarters, to extract some information not available to the public. There was no doubt that in case of questions about unauthorized entry, she would refer to the fact that it was Anti-Skill who brought the army to the gates of their school and she was demanding the answers that were being denied to her.
Of course, Kuroko, who knew that her Level-five roommate wouldn't stop on a good word, was starting to panic and go crazy, trying to talk Mikoto out of her intention, but even this virtuous intention blew up in her face when they turned into the hallway.
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They weren't the only ones headed for the room. Right in front of the door stood an adult figure with a black ponytail slightly longer than below the shoulders. In a loose black T-shirt and sporty sweatpants, it looked like someone had gone for a quick jogging run. Although this figure looked effeminate, an experienced eye would quickly realize that it wasn't a lady even if the central character from a flat-chested novel was standing there. Although this figure wasn't at the best angle to be immediately recognizable, it still threw the girls off their rhythm. Except that this effeminately suspicious person was already reaching for the doorknob.
Shokuhou barely managed to comment, or rather utter a question: "Isn't this a girls-only area?" And it must have occurred to the trio that the presence of the Anti-Skill unit had to have a more rational explanation than the riots at the school. (Plus there was the whole thing about uninvited guests walking around the city, so to speak, right under the radar like in a spy novel. With the obvious matches coming from Thor and ultimately the biggest one from Accelerator, who didn't care.)
That was an instant match for Shirai who teleported to the uninvited guest in an instant. Even if her intention was to verbally confront the person in question in the immediate vicinity,-- the fact that Kuroko noticed; the black T-shirt figure immediately cast (a watchful eye of a skilled fighter) at the exactly place where the red-haired girl had teleported-herself as if predicting/sensing her arrival,-- made the whole situation explode like dynamite. Normally, such a sudden and unexpected teleportation would probably throw everyone off guard, especially Railgun. But if the person in question was calm and on alert, like ready to fight a teleporter. Or if their perceptive abilities were far above normal, that would be a different story.
But everything happened so fast that the two Level-5s only managed to notice as the Level-4's body language revealed, that she was startled by something as the red and black exchanged a glance. Perhaps it was the visitor's sudden calm reaction worth a master of martial arts. Or that flawless detection of Judgment girl teleporting-move. Or something was in the eye stare... that could have been interpreted at that split of moment as an intention to counterattack.
But Shirai wasn't the one to be content with playing defensively or on the run. In an instant, she teleported behind the visitor, and with a single touch, what would happen was decided.
The visitor was suddenly airborne, as the teleporter flipped the vertical and horizontal axes. A second later, he fell like a sack of shipped merchandise, that had rolled over the edge of a ship, straight down on its face. There was no attempt to defy the fall, like if someone flipped over a stature from its pedestal. And yes, it was a followed by a stone stature crash impact, creating a loud echo of wooden floor creaking under the hit. At that time, the sound of the fall seemed to be enough to neutralize the figure. (Plus, the loud sound of the gasp was enough to suggest that this sack of potatoes was not going to get up.)
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It was all over... Although the redhead with the dewy face breathed a sigh of relief as if she had escaped a big problem, she wasn't done with everything yet. She pull out her metal rods, intending to truly immobilize the person on the ground, for safety reason.
Except a certain brunette with an irritated expression came running over to scold her Kōhai, who was on the defensive at that moment. "Kuroko!! What happened to questioning first, approach?!! Have you already forgotten what the doctor told you just a moment ago?!! And what I told you yesterday?!! It's like if the words are going in one ear and out the other!! Regardless of the circumstances, you still exaggerating!! Stand down!!"
A certain blonde also followed her, and even though she tried her best to keep a big forced smile on her face, her eyebrows were still twitching furiously above her closed eyes. Her honey voice also sounded distinctly incredulous. "Shirai-chan, your restless guard puppy ability, really showing in a bad light. Where did you want to drive those nails? I guess you didn't realize that you could allow yourself to create a stain on the school's reputation that could ultimately lead to its closure. Good behavior is what makes a girl a lady and you've cast yourself in the role of a supporting character, so don't try to play the main role. What do you think, the journalists will do when they hear that the Tokiwadai girls are impaling a certain kind/specie? When did you become such a savage that the school's gates wouldn't normally be open to?"
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Of course, Shirai held up her open palms in a defensive gesture, trying to slow down the Level-5 pair and potentially avoid a beating. She tried to explain the circumstances, but Misaka retorted that she was seriously contacting Anti-Skill HQ to have her roommate banned from any Judgment work until further notice. Shokuhou didn't lag behind, dropping a remark about a chain of lecture lessons on how a young lady should behave from someone who was far too passionate about it in a wrong direction. She reminded her that she could arrange for her to not only sit out the tutoring, but also listen attentively.
Their argument was interrupted, however, by a painful groan from the person on the ground. All three of them got sour expressions of disbelief because from the voice there was no doubt that the person in question had to be a woman. (Or this man was too feminine, to be often mistake for one.) Although she winced a few times as her body shakes from the shock of the blow, she still started her attempt to crawl to her feet. On the other hand, the floor beneath her creaked like in an old house, as if the body of a person was made of metal. Except as a bonus, there was a suspicious aura of combat around the Black T-shirt person, as if there was a barrel of gunpowder there, which discouraged the girls from approaching her.
What worried the trio was the detail that from the voice the visitor in question was unusually calm. "I must admit that the name (jumping werewolf)to (satyr of the inaccessible grove)is quite apt, little one." Visitor rose to her feet with great difficulty, her body still shaking as if she was fighting the several times stronger earth's gravity. "First, you jump forward like a wolf full of pride. Then, you jump like a frightened deer/doe/fawn. Right after that you go around me like a fox." First one of her leg went into a squat press it knee against floor. Then the other leg followed to support the stability. Then in push-up training move with her hands, she painfully lifted off the floor. "As a Satyr, you are one well-complex ball of emotions that drowns itself, in need for an attention." Visitor sighed heavily when she couldn't straighten up from the squat as if she had a heavy two-handed barbell for weightlifters on her shoulders. "I don't even know what you hit me with, but I assume that choosing the perfect defense, was a heavy mistake on my side, when you spin-turned around the space like on some obstacle course. And I deserve the biggest ridicule for the fact that this is a misunderstanding... Because you panicked, when you found out, that I'm not your type?... I have no interest in any of your secret supplies or treasures that you hide in this room." Straightening up inch by inch, the wooden floor beneath her, almost creaking, as if this figure weighed a ton or something. (Or whatever ability is this, it having a critical weakens, when experiencing teleporting.) "Do you even know what it's like?... In that case?... To fall on them/[boobs] like a jackhammer?" When she managed to do it, she took a deep breath and exhaled as if doing some kind of breathing exercise.
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Although Kuroko tried to ask what the visitor meant, her sentence remained unfinished.
The girls, especially Mikoto, couldn't believe their eyes as the black-haired figure's body curves changed as the trio watched. From a clearly masculine figure with feminine features, the body was gaining the curves of a woman as it should be. It even seemed to grow in height right before their eyes.
It was especially visible on now existing female chest, where it went from AA, through A, B, C, D to the points where the tsundere lost control and her jaw bone fell opening her mouth wildly. Mikoto was losing air to mental damage, as the black T-shirt got filled out.
Finally, the Black haired woman managed to straighten up completely and look at the petite Shirai. Her stern, angry and authoritative expression strongly resembled the caretaker of an outdoor dormitory crossed with divine depictions in paintings. She began to think aloud as if she was used to monologues. "Maybe it's the instinct of a flower that demands to bloom, when next to it a lush bush tries to hide its drooping branches overloaded with blossoms." She reached her hand to the redhead's head and grabbed her by the crown. "Maybe it's (a lament for what your heart desires but cannot say)exactly something like this..." Her own hand moved to her chest without warning to those around her. She pushed the stiff Kuroko into her blossom chest, both sides of which were as large as if not bigger than the redhead's head. Actually, the elasticity of that shirt was out of scale for normal fabric because it buried Shirai's head so deep that a casual passerby could say that they saw a woman who had not two breasts,but three huge melons. Even the floor creaked one last time as if the ton of unnatural weight had disappeared.
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The redhead squirmed for just a moment before hanging like a doll. If Inoue were here with them, she would surely say that she saw the junior policewoman losing hit points in a big way due to a critical hit from a reckless trap.
Of course, original roommate from room 208 immediately joined the rescue mission, as she shout: "Kuroko!!" Without resistance from the prisoner, she freed her Kōhai from the simulated car accident phenomenon that some would pay to have happen to them, and immediately dragged Shirai a good two or three steps away from visitor to relative safety. She quickly checked that Kuroko was alive, but just completely KO from the experience and probably wouldn't recover anytime soon.
The Black-hairs, on the other hand, had an embarrassing bead of sweat on her cheek as she looked at the blushed redhead, with a drool running from her mouth. "Okay, I have to admit that the result of the punishment is more strange than expected. And with that, the plan to untie her tongue was also foiled. Especially since the other one with the flower pot is even harder to catch, than this jumping puppy." This time, her sigh didn't have the same fighting tension as before, but it was like an expression of experienced worker who worked too much for too little reward. "I am not actually angry on any of you specifically.
A similar sweat drop fell from the blonde's cheek, her mouth twisted into a grimace as she watched the soap opera. But finally she turned her gaze to the visitor. "May I ask the reason for your visit to our school and why you covered up your curves? This is a reserved area for females, after all."
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The T-Shirt woman with the melons dropped in mood, cooling down to the point where she resembled the Emo archetype goddess from the pictures. "Hmm... I guess it's fair to answer this question for now, since the key is to ask the right questions. If you're asking about the goal of my quest; they are ('The Cowardly Fox Queen of the Flower Garden')and ('The Tomboy Princess as the Big Sister of All Flowers')."
With a big smile, Shokuhou reached into her pocket, pulling out her TV remote control.
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Except the woman with the ponytail raised her hand in a restraining gesture, stopping the blonde completely, and also reached into her pocket to pull out some papers/forms/documents. Looking into them, she began to read some regulation or paragraph. "First of all, it should be clear that if copulation [mating] or the like should occur, you must sign this declaration for me. That I do not incur any obligations, debts, etc. by this act. They kept me at the gate of this garden of yours for quite a long time before they ran out of excuses and let me go, saying that I should brandish this document. They even forced this outfit and hairstyle on me, babbling on about some nonsense about extravagance. And before you ask: (Yes!), gender does not mean much to me, when I can choose my form. Not that I am interested in what you can offer, but I was told not to underestimate the starvation of young ladies in isolation. Especially when it comes to rare metamorphosis features that no one else has. The given sum of facts could be very distorted if the goals of my visit were forgotten. But if that is your price for answers, then please. So if you want to reach out to me, you must "Sign this paper first."
Both level-5s had such inexplicably confused looks that one would start to think that someone had overreacted.
Mikoto noticed that the phenomenon had managed to startle Shokuhou to the point that even when she pointed her remote at the person, her finger didn't land on the button and was still hanging above it, as if she was petrified with thought. Therefore, the brown-head threw the thought that the blonde would think about it so much that she froze and looked at the brunette in disbelief.
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The visitor, her hand still outstretched to the blonde, glanced from one to the other before dropping her stern tone. "Regardless of the fact that those nicknames were meant as a joke, they describe you exactly." She sighed before putting the papers back in her pocket. "It was originally my intention to track you down and get a confession from you, but it seems that my investigation has hit a rebellious rock of irony when that joke is a reality. Moreover, the proxy princesses who are not even trying to be decoys to attract attention are actually like your family members who are trying to be helpful on their own initiative." The woman, looking discontentedly at her chest accessory, dropped her dominant gestures towards the pair to place her hands on both sides of her own bouncy pair who had (take down) the smallest female of the four present. "Punishing you when you're not regular pieces, especially when you really don't have the slightest idea what's going on here, doesn't seem right to me."
As she spoke, she pressed on her breasts with her palms, and Mikoto's jaw dropped again in disbelief, when the giants shrank by a good number. "But on the other hand, it's a pretty effective tactic to participate on the chessboard and not belong to the king." Her bust shrank by another number. "Actually, it's quite smart of the citadel lord, to let the pieces be independent, yet still susceptible. After all, they'll take on the intruder of their personal space themselves. Still people will trip on them like on an obvious bolder sitting on road that beg for attention. To have as few as possible strings attached to them, to pull, so that the gears of the grand plan are in the desired motion."
The T-shirt woman evaluated her bust by both of her hands, clearly having expression if she shall left this size or continue shrinking. "Ultimately, he can excuse himself by saying that he only cares about the final goal and the mischief on his property from the last few days is beyond his responsibility, as he outsourced to others even that."
Both girls certainly had a strange feeling in their chests as they watched the boob monster disappearing from reality right before their eyes.
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The woman dint seem to bother by the girls. "But he can't hide behind the walls of his citadel all the time. It's only a matter of time before it will be necessary to force an audience between us, even though he won't give it to anyone willingly. Of course... It would be different if he weren't so obsessed with his vision. It's completely different from the other players on the main board. Perhaps that's what makes it so different from the other games [skirmishes/ battles] at such a high level as the last few days that my intervention was necessary. While it's possible that that was the goal… Hmm... I can't imagine what anyone would achieve by doing that, when its unthinkable to bribe me." Reaching the terrifying double AA, the Black-hairs began to stretch, warming up.
Brown-hair remembered a certain comment, that Thor had made about disguises and their side effects, when he himself admitted how much it got on his nerves, and she became suspicious of the visitor. "Excuse me, are you a man or a woman?"
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It really looked like a warm-up before a recreational run. "I can be one or the other, or both, or neither. I could show my id, but on gender there is: (Do not apply!) Anyway… From life perspective... Everything complex enough is automatically born as a hermaphrodite. If you as soul advance high enough, that profession called gender in the game called evolution, ceases to be relevant. Actually, snails never accepted this division of the game into genders. Seahorses also divided their tasks differently. Frogs and certain lizards bets a lot on metamorphosis. On the other hand, bees and ants adopted a rather drastic centralization of professions. There are even species that took this concept of conflict so differently that they gave rise to mythologies."
It was not certain whether the woman with the ponytail and in sweatpants was summarizing for herself, or was passing on the answers to the girls' unspoken questions, or was just trying to tell a story from a long time ago. At some point, she ended her warm-up and look at them. "I have nothing more to do here, so I'm going to leave, but I think we'll meet again. So when the little one wakes up, tell her that the next time she jumps on me again, I won't be curious to see what she'll pull on me. After all, we're both playing the role of detectives here, and she's afraid she's too far behind. Its the fear to be left behind, that forcing her to be reckless." After these words, she waved to them and walked down the corridor towards the exit.
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Misaki leaned towards Mikoto, whispering. ("Misaka san! This person, she's not normal. I can't describe it, but we shouldn't mess with her. I have a feeling that there's going to be a problem that we're too short to handle ourselves.")
Misaka on other hand give the blonde a frown. ("Why didn't you use your Mental-Out on her?")
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("I felt like using it would be like stepping into a visible bear trap. That intimidation ability is not a bluff. Its like facing an adult Accelerator.")
("Do she stare you down into a submission? So Kuroko honestly panicked?")
Although the girls exchanged reproachful glances and silent scolding, they ultimately came to nothing. However, when Shirai still did not wake up, it was necessary to visit a certain room again.
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So when they returned to the infirmary, much to the displeasure of the staff there, the doctor took the liberty of making a remark on the subject of house arrest.
Except Mikoto picked up the phone, claiming that the doctor didn't need to bother and would order/order the solution to the problem herself. She even noted that Kuroko had a car airbag incident.
Of course Shokuhou immediately asked the right question if Misaka really planned to strap that werewolf to her leg 24/7 when she was about to relieve him of his (public order watchdog) duties. In that case, she suggested getting the puppy a collar with a muzzle because as a Mental-Out she wouldn't have as much patience as the (Tomboy Princess as the big sister of all the flowers). Plus she noted that someone here had the chance to call that famous scene trope anything else, but chose the car airbag comparison, as if hopeful reference, that something will trigger her airbags to inflate.
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To that came a response like, if she want her Clique to be renamed to (Clique, the Cowardly Fox Queen of the Flower Garden)?
Blonde do note that, only as long as certain brute will be an active member. But Brown-haired in return, questioned the legitimate membership of certain useless coward.
Of course, both girls ended up staring at each other in silence.
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[notes] Okay, this episode feel like from third perspective. It was in order to push through as it caused enough delay. I hope that things start moving faster.