Electric Princess [Railgun]

Something unexpected happened and there was a new person on scene. It was: Meigo Arisa, classification unknown, with an ability to conjure/incite miracles. This long haired pink haired girl with pink eyes is something like other one-half of person named Shutaura Sequenzia, an alternate version of her, or a sister-- if they were born as twins. This selfless and kind soul has a talent for music in amount for both sister, that it fueled her meteoric rise as an Idol. Normally, she wears a loose blouse and jeans. Plus to hide from fans in public a loose hat made for journalists, complete with a white dove badge. She has no memories on or before the 'Miracle 88' crash event, at which she start to be, and after which Sequenzia lost her ability to perceive music... [Spin-off: Endymion].

Mikoto couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at the pink haired girl. (("Meigo Arisa???...")) That girl, lie down in her idol costume on top of a certain pile of three bodies. Railgun cautiously stepped towards her.

Even before that, Misaka stopped by a black-haired girl with round eye glasses. She lay motionless on the ground as if unconscious. But as soon as Railgun touched her shoulder, she immediately recovered as if someone had flipped a ON/OFF switch on her. She sat down on the ground, confused, looking at the disheveled brow-head standing next to her. Subsequently, she began to look around incomprehensibly, wondering where she was and what had happened. Since she was turning her torso as well, her overly endowed bust turned with her, but slower than the rest of her body and thus lagged behind creating this bouncy effect. Faced with the bouncy sight, Mikoto forcefully averted her gaze, fighting back a tear at her own bust meager offer, and started moving again, leaving Hyouka there confused as to what was going on.

Mikoto sway away the toughs from her worry heart and walked over to the pile of girls who were also starting to awake. It already looked like their three-person pagoda would collapse even more in some mystical way, when Misaka took the pink-haired Meigo by the torso. She lifted her from the collapsed pagoda, helping her to her feet. Of course, the pink-haired girl didn't have enough strength to fully stand on her own, so the brown-haired girl supported her in such a half-hug. "Hey-- Aisa?-- Is that really you?" She quickly checked pinky condition through her bio-electric field, making sure it wasn't a trick or a disguise.

Meigo shuddered at the question. She regained her balance to stand on her own two feet. For a second, she was focusing her gaze on the person who hold her before she finally realized who it was. "Mi- Mikoto?..." She was fully confused for a moment before her eyes lit up with excitement. She pounced herself on the brunette with great fervor. She hugged Railgun so tightly, that she not only immobilized Misaka, but began to crush her. "I knew you'd show up. You really are like an elegant knight on a white horse galloping to the rescue of a damsel in distress."

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That hug shall not bothered trained body of Railgun, but pink girl seems not to notice the unexpected rushed strength she put onto her hugging. "Arisa-- I can't breathe-- you're suffocating me!"

"Oh, sorry, I got carried away." She released her grip to let her friend catch her breath as she looked around. "Where am I?"

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"What are you talking about Arisa? You really don't know? You're in the Tokiwadai dormitory. At the event..." She looked at her, examining her with her own eyes. As she did so, she tried her best to ignore the floating Frisbees [a plastic tossing plate], which was actually a camera drone, focusing its eye lance on duo, transmitting the image to the main screen.

Meigo, in disbelief pulled out eyes at her friend. "To- Tokiwadai? Eh?-- Ah, I must have really fainted." She sighed. "I'll tell you, that concert on Endymion was really something-- unexpected. Since I'm also down here on earth, the situation had to be resolved. Although... The last thing I remember was our hands connecting..." Pink girl she stopped, short on her words, as she suddenly realized, that it wasn't Mikoto, with who she had linked her palm, but someone closer to her. She began to look around until her eyes fell on a black haired girl in a body-tight High-Tech battle suit. [jump suit] She saw as: Index and Kanzaki, helped Shutaura to get up and relatively returning her to her senses, even though she was still holding her head trying to sort of what happened. On the other hand, the brown haired in the Anti-Skill uniform (maid/servant version), was still lying on the ground even after the excess weight had been removed from her. Blonde Estelle wend on knees and was bending over her. Arisa took a small hesitant step towards Shutaura, while still holding onto Misaka's shoulder for support.

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Mikoto, seeing how attracted Arisa was to the black-haired girl, patiently withheld the information that it had already been some Friday when the incident with the Endymion space elevator happened. She watched what would happen next. Since Idol girl still had a rather unsteady step and guessing her intention, Misaka decided to help her walk and actually escort her to Shutaura.

The black-haired girl seemed to sense the approaching pink-haired girl and very carefully turned her head to Meigo with a question on her face. In a touching moment, both of them hummed [played] the exactly same tune. Drawn by something mystical, both extended an open palm to the other.

From the judge's table, Kamijou objected to their attempt to join hands, as it had led to their unification last time. However, lose mouth Index proudly denied that argument, saying that he should have confidence in what is about to happen. As soon as their hands connected, Uiharu started the music for one of Arisa's songs from behind the scenes. [Railgun team once participate as (a back dancer?)… as back crowd, on stage during one of Meigo shopping mall stage performance.]

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One would have expected them to start singing to the given music, but instead the black-haired woman was horrified by the played music. For years she was unable to perceive music as something beautiful and only perceived it as a very unpleasant sound or noise. However, even after the events at the top of the space elevator, she avoided music. Even on this day, she did her best not to react to music, pushing it into the background of her mind. So now, when she couldn't ignore her (musical other part (the music)) anymore, holding hands with her mystical sister like soulmate, she panicked from the bad memories.

Shutaura tried to step away from Meigo or run away, but the pink-haired step forward and pushed panicked girl into hers warm embrace. Somehow, she knew what was probably going on in her other half's head and so she tried to reassure Black-haired, that the fear she was feeling was not real. At the same time, she gently note whispered their melody in her ear.

As soon as the organizers realized that there was no Idol performance for the time being, through an unforeseen panic attack of one of the singers, they immediately cut the given stimulating music and instead played something in the background. At this moment, there was a threat of awkward silence on the floor and an unexpected pause, that was literally asking for a random improvisation, or a really convenient coincidence.

However, the situation was saved by a massive growl from Index's empty stomach. It was so powerful that the whole hall, (plunged into silence), could hear it. As nun was looking at the pair of sisters in an embrace, with a hungry expression on her face... This time it was the pink haired one, who prompted the retreat. She and her sister hurriedly backed away from the hungry beast for a few meters. Of course, the big-mouthed nun in the white habit took it personally. "Wait a moment!!-- I didn't organize this fixing ceremony, to end up eating someone!! After all, I have here a table of food set for me!!" She hurriedly pointed a finger at the table full of ingredients. Ignoring the fact that there were also bags of flour or sugar, seasoning spices or even uncooked rice.

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From all people around, it was, actually just Touma from jury seat who sighed. "Leave it to Index's stomach, to so tactlessly cancel a romantic experience, from an unexpected family gathering. You seriously can't read the atmosphere and help yourself? Such a bad luck." He sighed in disappointment, not noticing the swollen vein on the platinum-silver haired girl's forehead.

"Hey Touma,-- for some reason that comment of yours, seriously irritates me."

Mikoto assessed what she had just learned with conflicting feelings of relief and hurt. (("Hmmm? So, it's not just me that the Idiot has no idea how to read the atmosphere."))

But the moment Index finished her answer, there was a second loud empty stomach growl. It was not as strong as the first one, and it did not come from a nun, but from a Shinto priestess. [Miko] Himegami in a half-voice, half-trance, or delirium from hunger, she approached that table with uncertain steps, saliva on her mouth. ("Meat-- meat-- when will there be meat?...")

By the third, there was a third rumble of an empty stomach. This time at normal volume and coming from a girl in an Anti-Skill uniform lying on the floor. With obvious weakness, she raised a trembling hand to the ceiling as if staring at the light at the end of the tunnel, barely able to get the words out. "Hunger... Food... please... I'm starving." It was clear that the previous (sad hungry tummy noises) had awakened this feeling in her.

The blonde next to her, as usual, panicked at such a reaction from an inanimate golem, which was obviously supposed to be a zombie. She didn't know what to do, so she supportively grabbed the offered palm that was asking for food. As if it was a dying companion on its last moments, she offer her moral support. But suddenly she paused, because she felt something that shouldn't be there. "A strong pulse?!!..." She yelped, seriously not knowing what to do next. When she looked at her partner more closely, she saw that the brunette's overall appearance had changed. She no longer looked like a puppet, but like someone who had starved for a long time and was now suffering from malnutrition. But there was no doubt, that this person showed signs of being alive. Estelle's panic was saved only by Saten, who brought the two a bottle of water, thinking it was dehydration.

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In contrast to the relatively good-natured or sympathetic reactions of the onlookers, the red-haired mage Stiyl was on edge. Although at first he breathed a sigh of relief that Index's plan didn't include something about two heads, six legs and eight tentacles. Even if the powerful demon, after which the dormitory would have been reduced to ashes, dint arrived, he still maintained his combat readiness. His hand was ready to burst into flames at any moment, if necessary. So if it turned out that any of the three subject were starting to turn into something inhuman, he was fully prepared to incinerate the target before that happened. His fingers ringed with red rings, fidgeted restlessly. To the trained eye of the observer, it would be clear that he was not twice satisfied with the presented result, because even if what he saw in front of him appeared to be a success, he could not be sure if it was a delusion. He was only snapped out of his fiery thoughts when he realized that his body language had attracted the attention of a particular lightning-quick brunette from Tokiwadai. She watched him intently as if ready to contra attack him if he attack them. It was almost as if she was assessing whether he would try to attack anyone present. It was clear from her expression that she would be willing to fight him if that happened. But Inquisitor Index still, not making any statements. When he got to the point, where he realized that he was exaggerating through his own turmoil in his soul, he frowned at himself. ("Stupidity.") He sighed to himself. He shook the thought out of his head and made his way to the tables for the competition.

In the meantime, the duo of so-called clerics started to eat the food on the supply table. Optical glasses Hyouka was also standing next to them, who was patient when she took a mini coconut in her hands as her first choice for a fruit. Now she was at her wit's end when she realized that she had no idea what to do with that hard haired ball. Misaka's attention was mainly drawn to Index, who was pushing food-things down her throat in a dizzying amount, at a dizzying speed. (("That's unbelievable. The symbol of gluttony has landed on Tokiwadai. At this rate, it looks like she really wants to conquer everything on that table.")) She paused for a second to see if the allusion about her bottomless stomach was not just an exaggeration to spice up the story, but a real deal. She realized that unless a certain blonde with useless excess fat on chest told her something, she might later have unpleasant comments, and after that, even higher authorities. Therefore, she approached them with her hands on her hips. "Hey long-haired, do you have no manners? Where do you think you are? Even as hungry, you shall have a little more dignity."

The nun turn her head and stared at her uncomprehendingly. Shortly after, as if in protest at Misaka's words, her stomach grumbled again. Therefore, Index was called by Stiyl, who threw her an apple from the other end, saying that she had to wait a little longer. Just as a shark, who jumps out of the water across the surface to catch a flying seagull, so the nun jumped-- did she open her (big ones?) mouth-- and she scooped the whole apple into her mouth despite the fact that she shouldn't physically be able to do it. She land on the floor and with a very satisfied expression crunched the apple in her mouth, gradually swallowing it.

The gothic trio of Febry, Jannie and Shinobu were standing a short distance away. So to speak, they had front row seats to the theater, to see what just happened in front of them. The blonde girls were wide eyed and somehow started to hide behind the taller Shinobu, holding on to her skirt. Although a drop of cold sweat ran down her emotionless face, guardian still provided support for her girls. "Sometimes-- it's better to wait until the beast created from hunger-- sated, walks away to its lair in the depths of someone soul." The girls nodded silently at her words, and so the trio prudently decided to delay their intention to take some of the raw materials for their presentation.

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So far, Stiyl has gone with an elongated, relatively mobile refrigerator the size of an entire table for eight, with its own power source and lid on top. Shortly after opening it and examining its contents, he pulled out a piece of meat that weighed at least five kilos. You could say that the Tokiwadai girls probably requisitioned [confiscated] the entire fridge from some restaurant distribution warehouse, when looking for components, with the intention of returning it to them afterwards, skipping a few points like: (For what occasion?) and such. Since the content of fridge has already been properly documented in advance, it should not be a problem to deal with the stock after the competition. Stiyl stepped back from the device, rolling up one sleeve. He then stretched that hand forward, holding the meat in it by the relative middle, as if offering it as a sacrifice. A moment later, the piece caught on fire and began to burn directly on his hand. Five kilos of meat hissed by this crude cooking method and as it changed its surface color to brown, sloshes of juice and hot fat fell on the parquet. That alone attracted almost all the attention.

Excited female commentator Saten, accompanied by her microphone, tried to talk to him, but she was actually just commenting on her own thoughts. "Wow. That's some proper Spartan cooking." She praised him, and whistled. "I can totally imagine, you three living in a makeshift cabin deep in a thick forest. In the morning, you are woken up by a three-meter tall black bear that happens to visit there. You stand in front of him. You look him in the eye and declare: 'That would be enough. Let's dance!' And scouting for ingredient for that day lunch is taken care of. For the evening, you visit the bathroom, which is an old barrel standing on brick with a fireplace under it. Oh, how romantic. A crude warm bath under the open sky with a view of the rising stars. As a trio, who doing a secret martial art warrior like training. Alone in the deep woods. For a certain belly, to be happy full-- the unnecessary conveniences of the modern world are not necessary at all." She looked at the swordswoman, who was blushing at that thought. "I can totally imagine the barrel made for that body. The saint face went completely red at this. "Maybe a triple barrel-- or a family version? Who needs elegance when natural beauty reigns supreme?" Fantasizing, she presented her ideas not only to the audience.

Meanwhile, Index asked Himegami, how the roasted bear tastes. She looked at her deeply until hungry saliva formed at her mouth.

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Kanzaki stomped her feet in displeasure, pushing away her blushing. She and Stiyl exchanged offended glances and came to the common opinion that they would not like her babbling, as if it was a challenge. She looked around and when her eyes fell on a fairly large metal baking pan with small legs on side and a metal plate lid cover, she began her move. Based on the floral engravings on the sides, it could be assumed that this kitchen utensil was used to transport ready-made food from kitchen to the ladies, which had previously been prepared in another utensil. She uncovered the lid, putting it aside, taking the bottom part in the palm of her hand like a waitress would hold a tray plate. She took a few steps into the open space to give herself room to maneuver. She stood in a fighting stance in which she grabbed the handle of the katana with her free hand. While the two meter case swung on a leather buckle hanging from her belt: She adjusted the massive weapon in a position where she could (draw it?) with one hand, at the opponent in front of her, as if she were handling a short katana. She gestured to the red-haired mage.

He understand her meaning, and he threw that burning piece of meat in a great arc towards her.

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As it flew towards her-- Kanzaki lunged-- She only drew a small part of her katana, for a split second though, exposing only a small piece of the blade to the flying flesh. Even so, everything was done in no time. The air trembled and an almost invisible air-slash-wave hit the flaming dish. All of a sudden, all the fire went out of it.

As it began to sink-- so gracefully-- she moved her hips and 'tray' to catch the falling meat with the elegance of a martial maid into that bowl [fancy baking dish] where it neatly crumbled into even slices, revealing a medium-cooked interior that released its juices.

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Kanzaki proudly blew her nose in a winning pose, as if she wanted to tell them, to dare to try, what she did. Stiyl called to her and threw a whole head of cabbage at her. Another fast draw and the air quivered again. The green head shook before disintegrating into chopped lettuce. Kaori had to bend over with the bowl so that she wouldn't miss a single piece of veggie. The whole process was repeated with the second head, which was followed by the onions, a few potatoes whose skin he burnt and the like. One piece after another, it rose in an arc to the sky, was hit by an air-slash-wave and fell into pieces on or before falling into the baking pan. It was quite a good acrobatic show for the audience, but as the bowl filled up, the athletic waitress without an apron, with long raven hair tied in a ponytail, was getting fed up by this game and in one such pose she glared sternly at her colleague.

He didn't throw toward her any more ingredients and preferred to let her approach the table with bottles of drinking water. While she still hold that baker pan, now in both of her hands on its end handles, he take into both of his hand a tall open bottle. Not bothering about aesthetic, he blandly bot-handed just empty that bottles to inside. As soon as the contents of the bowl met the flood, he returned the metal lid on its place. The red cook place his upper and lower palms on that baker pan from top and bottom. It only took a moment for the whole thing underneath to turn red from the heat, from the flames he pushed directly inside. A few seconds of magical cooking, was enough for steam to start escaping through the cracks between the cap and the bowl. After another few seconds, the priest stopped cooking and looked at his colleague. He told her to do her thing 'over there' and at the same time he aimed his gaze at the emaciated Hitokawa in the Anti-Skill uniform.

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The Saint understood, and they trade the positions of holder and caster. While Stiyl held the baker pan, she placed both her palms on the cover lid and recited something silently. Her hair billowed, lifted up as if by the lower wind or a breeze. A hint of bright light escaped from the cracks in the baking pan as Kanzaki, as a Saint, blessed the dish with healing properties.

As soon as the bake pan was placed on the table, Index and Himegami were practically glued to it to get a closer look at what was hidden under the lid. Both were drooling with anticipation. Then, as the lid was lifted and a plume of steam billowed out, the miracle shone directly on them, making their eyes to light up. Both with spoons in hands, (in the case of the Index; a ladle), shouted (Ika daki mas!) [Thank you for the food.] in an attempt to start eating directly from the baking pan. However, Stiyl put the lid back on the bowl. He took from Index her ladle, and after a few seconds, both girls were given a bowl with their rations and instructed to eat slowly to enjoy the food properly, or they will not get any more. Index was momentarily taken aback because her original spoon had been switched from a ladle to something, you will use to eat pudding. She looked at it blankly, not knowing if it was a joke or if she should even bother trying to use it.

In the meantime, Rosenthal and Kanzaki helped emaciated Hitokawa to the table, where they placed her on a chair. The black-haired woman pushed a bowl into the blonde's hands, whispering something to her so that no one else could hear it. Estelle thanked her and started to feed her partner. At first, the brunette had a hard time swallowing, but after a few spoonfuls she was doing better, which was reflected in her smile. The mysterious dish worked miracles on her.

The male commentator brilliantly announced, that they will start giving away tastings of this magical piece and that especially those with poor health should sign up for this time. A couple of girls with purple armbands were called in to help hand out bowls to the audience as support staff for the Tokiwadai event. Some even went out into the audience to look for such cases. Perhaps there was not a single face that did not end up smiling after tasting this miracle. It somehow happened, that Stiyl and Kanzaki were standing in front of that table filling one bowl after another, with Index and Himegami being regular visitors for refills.

At one point, the red-haired mage lit himself a cigarette on fire, but shortly after that, a petite twin-tailed redhead in a suit and in (I'm the boss here.) fashion appeared near him. She clearly explained to him, that Tokiwadai was a non-smoking area. (Actually the entire public area of city was non-smoking area.) He clicked his tongue in displeasure and burned that cigarette to ashes.

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"Hey, hey, Misaka-san! Taste this." A happy beaming Saten approached Mikoto with a bowl of magical food, redirecting Railgun attention to her. "This is so good, that one would say it's actually enchanted. This is truly a sage level of cooking, that I believed only existed in manga. But those two battle veterans pull it out like a five stars chefs, capable to feed a regiment. I even feel like saying, (Forget about offering it to others, I'll daring to eat it all by myself!) Wow! Really Wow! It's so good that no one would ever come up with theories as to why your silver-haired friend has a bottomless stomach."

The brunette wondered for a moment if Saten brought the full bowl to her for a specific reason, or if it was for a fact that she was just standing there doing nothing. Mikoto took the dish from her with thanks, but as soon as she tasted that gift, she had to admit with surprise in her face, that it was of really tasty quality, especially for the surreal method by which it was prepared.

Juufuku Miho approached the pair. As always her bangs was so long that they covered one of her eyes in addition to her eyebrows. With a quite obvious blushing and a bit of shyness, she tried to get the attention of the black-haired girl, for whom she harbors a romantic affection. "Sa-- Saten-san." She addressed her, but as soon as Ruiko looked at her, her gaze began to wander anywhere but not at the girl in front of her. "I-- I prepared something for you. P- please, come rate it." She pointed to one table, that was set like a textbook example for a romantic dinner for two. There was also a lighted candle illuminating the lid hiding the shy chef's culinary surprise. One of the Tokiwadai girls was temporarily standing next to it, to hold the guard until the contestant return, in a case that someone not involved will mistake the setting and sit to that table.

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Looking at the scene, Saten let out her own version of an awkward laugh to lighten the situation while more than one embarrassing sweat drop settled on her face. "Misaka-san,-- this will take a little bit longer. So please finish what I brought you." The long-haired girl's face gave away how strange she felt, but Juufuku's beaming face ruined her composure for a meek blushing. With an awkward smile, she allowed herself to be 'dragged' by shy girl on their date.

Mikoto waved at her, completely ignoring the commentator's expression of now regretting her own decision, and started on the leftover portion when she hadn't had much throughout the day. As she continued to eat, Inoue approached her, so she glanced at her sister. "Hmm? This is seriously delicious, do you already tasted it?"

"Yes Onee-sama, Misaka already had a portion, it was delicious. Misaka replies, clutching her stomach, praising the warm feeling. However, what about the project? Misaka asks without ulterior motive when the older sister is not up for the initiative."

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"Hmm? Nice speech. I don't deny that it was my intention. Soo, we should also contribute something to this competition. Any suggestions?" The older brunette suggested as she increased her vigilance while eating her food, after the younger sister glanced at her bowl.

Inoue gave it a moment of thought before giving her answer. "Misaka suggests chicks."

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"Nice suggestion, but no! One colony of those critters is enough for me, so come up with something else."

"Strawberry chocolate cake and green tea with milk. Misaka places her order with an offended look on her face."

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"No matter how convenient it would be, unfortunately, none of us probably have the ability to exchange this makeshift reality show for a pastry shop and relax at the table with strawberry chocolate cakes on a plate. In addition, it seems that your basic set of expressions does not have implemented the specific one, you just named." She looked at her sister sternly. But she remained with a stony neutral expression even for a few seconds. So she sighed. "Fine, how about baked chocolate chips cookies?, (Actually biscuits), as a compromise? It's a pretty quick and easy recipe with not much to go wrong. I'll be soon done with this dinner in a few minutes, so for now, go get the ingredients for it. Can you make it?" Inoue nodded and ran to the table, and when she returned after a minute, Mikoto had to raise an eyebrow. "Can you explain to me?; what recipe calls for one bag of flour and two bags of sugar?" As response, she got a confused tilt of her sister's head to the side. "Oh." She sighed. "How about a cocoa powder or directly a chocolate chips? How about eggs, vanilla spice and some butter? Oh, you'd better watch me closely, so we dint mess this up."

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A few minutes of cooking together, later… the Misaka couple were looking at their own cookie-making creation, freshly put out from catering camp like oven.

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Mikoto had a strict glare. "So~o... How did we end up with such suspiciously dangerous-looking cookies? We even used cookie cutters. This bizarreness would definitely win you extra points for avaricious artistry, but... How come, that some are under-baked and some are over-baked? After all, we had it on one sheet in one oven, right? Should it be, that the oven is broken? Or,-- that someone again, would use their abilities to prank us?" She quickly glanced around the audience to see if she saw anyone suspicious.

"Misaka has never gotten extra points before, she's interested in how it feels to report a previous job assignment. However, her observational skills have revealed that about a third of these cookies seem to be within target parameters. Misaka reports, the results of taste testing on individual pieces while big sister is busy tracking down a non-existent plot."

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"You are so wrong with those points that the paper they would write them on would need an additional physical dimension. However..." With her hands on her hips, she looked at her twin sister suspiciously. "You mean to tell me, that the oven was faulty and you knew about it? And stop devouring our presentation! At this rate we won't have anything to present! Do you really have to push into yourself, every dish you see in front of you? What's the idea behind this greediness, anyway? Are you not afraid that if you overeat like that, you'll get fat. Or is something wrong with you body? Wait!..." She quickly measured her sister belly, but she didn't notice that it was full or even bulging after the morning fattening. "Lets put aside the big-mouthed long-haired one in the robe, but-- how come, you can keep eating extra food, after all you've conquered at morning in the dining room?"

"So…" Her clone paused for a moment. "That's is a secret. Misaka claims with a dramatic pause, in a cute 'kawaii' girl pose, complete with a magical wink. Plus she adds a V-shape fingertip gesture, to her eye as a symbol of peace that she's come to love."

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"Your attempt to look 'kawaii', fell apart like a ship breaking into pieces before it left dry dock. How about we take this weird creation, and actually moved from this dumb competition?"

"To who?-- Touma? Misaka asks, alarmed by the unexpected weight of the question even for herself."

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"Ghhh!!" Mikoto stuck after a slight jitter. "W- why him? There are so many other options." She blushes at the thought of giving him cookies and he replies: ('Hmm? Homemade cookies? I wouldn't call you a homebody, Misaka. Tell me:- did the kitchen survive?')

"Accelerator?" Clone proposed her second option before original could fully recover.

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"Gh!!" She got an imaginary hit and she froze at the thought: Where he looked at her: ('Cookies? What the hell is that?! What are you talking about?! Do you finally lose your mind, you defective level five product? Spoke up!')

Inoue looked straight at her older sister and as soon as she got the chance, she continued with the third option which was: "Mental Out?"

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At that, Railgun soured. A certain honey head would immediately start drilling into it. ('Oh, how nice of you Mikoto-cha~an. ♥ I will always, gladly accept any tribute from you.') [fee/ show of loyalty from a member, gang boss, etc.] ('I trust you, that you not trying to poison me, or do anything sinister.') The brunette shook those thoughts off, with the most tribal fake smile she could muster. "Let's not deal with stupid questions anymore, let's get over with it. But... We'd rather use only the relatively normal third for the cookies we made as or presentation. Okay?"

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"No!!" The red twin tailed organizer shouted at the red-haired mage with a bar code. "I've had enough, so I'll repeat it one last time! No! No matter what variation you propose, you cannot use this large-capacity refrigerator as a cooking pot and cook all that meat in one go! I can see the idea behind the anything can go in hot pot, (sage version), but it cant be applied on this mechanism. This is not a hollow-walled box filled with deep frozen packages for low temperature preservation. Because even if it is not visible from the outside, this refrigerator is actually full of sensitive technology, which would be destroyed or may explode, if you use your approach. On the one hand, it's fitting how popular your creation is and that repeating your cooking process can be laborious, but... To facilitate cooking for a brigade of people in this way is unacceptable in our conditions! This is Tokiwadai, not an army field kitchen that has captured enemy supplies, so it can do whatever it wants with the crates. It is clear to me, that you want to prepare food mainly for that Index girl and offering a little to others is just an excuse. Especially when the trio of bottomless stomachs still continue to eat through our supplies. Even if the third has a medical excuse... This is a problem with outsiders like you. Just... Just, please wait a while, until we deliver the pots of adequate size."

She didn't even bother to wait for his answer, in which he would tell her in a richly metaphorical speech: (To go away! That he doesn't even have to be here and that it's over!), and she teleported straight to Misaka.

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Shirai immediately started complaining to her. "Oh Sissy, I have to tell you that being in charge is seriously quite stressful task. Especially when I have a few exceptionally capable individuals under my supervision who have an irresistible urge to do irresponsible things in unorthodox ways." She sighed, ignoring a reprimanding 'Hey!' from the older of the brunettes. Her gaze fell on their presentation creation and her mood immediately improved as she bowed over it. "Oh, my dear Sissy. Not that I wouldn't like to see you create something for a change, especially when it comes to something as noble as a home kitchen. I mean, you could have considered more the place and time for something like this." She blushed. "However, I'm glad that this time, you limited your natural urge, only to culinary vandalism." The second admonition through 'Hey!', was already accompanied by irritation with a warning discharge of blue sparkle. But the redhead was already back in her leadership position. "We're moving on, so take your creation to the jury." She didn't wait for the third 'Hey!' and straight away with gestures and words she drove them to the stage. Under the radar, she secretly pull one piece from they collection of cookies.

Mikoto, separated the cooked one from the undercooked and the overcooked biscuits, before they made their way to the stair steps to the stage. Kuroko stopped by them, looking at the rising brunettes. The violent tsundere, however, registered in time the pervert's intention to peek under their skirts and tried to punish the pervert with a horse kick in the back. However, Shirai abandoned her plan in time and teleported herself to safety.

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And so, until both brunettes stood in front of the judges' table, where the jury had unexpectedly serious expressions of ('I don't understand!), (I'm not interested!) and (I am Troll!). But one can image that the trio actually dint expected that someone will actually bring they creation to them. It was all the more difficult for Mikoto because for now, she had to ignore the intrusive camera in the shape of a floating Frisbee, especially if she had that thing too close for her comfort. Whats more, she could even see by corner of her eye her image on the giant screen above the stage.

With a sweated face but a serious expression seasoned with dark shadow on its face, it was Kamijou who address the duo in front of the table. "Misaka-san... I am worry but I must ask. No... My fears about whether any of the high class ladies here on the kitchen floor know 'anything' about cooking as such have just come true. It's seriously scary. Such a bad luck."

Of course Railgun make this confused expression. (He?) [What?]

Then it was Accelerator who frowned at #3. "Third-grade, until now I thought those retards were up to something. But looking at this pathetic creation, it dawns on me that it was the selection itself, where they plowed it to the hilt. However, the last thing that occurs to me is that all the crap they dragged me into, didn't have the slightest chance of success from the very beginning. I see that they only pressed on, trying to find out: how far they could go with this crap. I don't have to explain to you how bad it is now, do I?"

Criticized girl pull out her eyes in clear disbelief of the audacity she heard. (He?!) [What?!]

Now was the blonde turn who hardly keeps her forced smile facade. "You both failed!" The exasperated queen scolded them, eyeing one specimen with displeasure. "Where is the elegance of the young lady that I was so looking forward to? It was foolish of me to expect 'Omu-rice' [Rice omelette wrapped in an egg pancake. On the finished version, the waitress writes her name in ketchup, or a declaration of love. Mostly served at Maid -Café.] ...with a big heart and a warm 'I love you!' maiden spell. As such maiden, you should have done at least that." The blonde sighed in disappointment, but trained eye can see the teasing behind that message.

Of course that played a tune on the nerves of 'Ace of Tokiwadai'. (He?!!) [What?!!] So she yell in her mind. (("To hell with them!! This is what I get for trying to play nice. I should have decided to give those two what they deserve: overcooked with undercooked!")) A pulsating blood vein boiled on Railgun's forehead. "This ain't no Maid-Café for you to get such nonsense. That oven was cursed, and what's more, none of you even tasted them!!" She took one biscuit into hand and leaned over the table trying to force it on the black haired boy. "Stop making an excuses and eat-- that-- cookie!" Staring specifically menacingly at him, with an expression, that she would start a fight with him if he refused her demand.

At last the other sister was there to. Inoue commented, that the cookies in question meet her criteria and therefore there should be no problem with them.

At that, Touma sighed in defeat and at his misfortune. He took the offered cookie, boldly biting onto it... After tasting it, he bluntly said that its not bad and actually pretty good. He seriously did not expect such a result, so he apologized to her, after which she scolded him like a Tsundere with blushing on her face.

Since moderators were already pushing another couple to the table, Shokuhou asked Inoue to lead her, (emphasis added) 'Red tomato' sister to the line where a collection of girls were already standing. Specifically, they headed for mini Misaka. She happy faced enthusiastically waved to them, to come to her despite the fact that they were only a few meters away from each other.

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Mikoto from the line glance toward the jury table to observe the next duo. The diva and battle robot pilot, aka the cheerful Meigo and the icy Shutaura, presented a sliced apple with the skin partially peeled and cut to resemble a bunny. However, what was placed in front of the jury was not a trio of cute bunnies, but more like a trio of nihilistic beasts, ready to attack the jury with the intention of depriving them of their lives.

Kamijou swallowed/gulp dryly. "'Killer Bunny of Caerbannog'? Wasn't that the white rabbit from the very old 'Monty Python's Flying Circus' TV show? Where knights on they crusade, after the holy grail, retreat after a bitter defeat with an adorable bunny? Even though they were armed with swords and plate armor? Isn't the phenomenon supposed to be limited to British humor? So how did it get to Japan?" The black-haired hero was reluctant to touch the food, lest he end up like the aforementioned crusader.

Red-eyed boy joined in as, ignoring the apple's appearance, he set about tasting his bunny. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Since when do apples get so incredibly spicy? At one point I thought I'd been poisoned like a retard. Did you two really mistake cinnamon for chili or what? Damn it!..." He thought for a second as if something had occurred to him. "Are you seriously telling me, that some knights from the Middle Ages actually retreated after they taste a local specialty meal of hare and apples? Was it so embarrassing that the retards made an entire 'killing rabbit' satire about it?"

Of course there was a third of them. "Are you saying that the 'Killer Bunny' is seriously a real thing?" The blonde with a sweet tooth was horrified, leaning away from the bunny as if he was staring at her repulsively. "Spicy-- and with a murderous history." She got goosebumps. Double time, when she saw how the black-haired juror bit his apple and immediately widened his eyes in an unspoken question: (What the heck is that?) So she maximize her defense. "Keep that enemy of all sweet things away from me! Next candidate!! NEXT!!" She exclaimed with a hasty gesture, ordering the pair to the line.

As they were on leave the pink-haired girl comforted the black-haired one. "So you see it sissy, you worried for nothing. None of them said they were ugly or that they tasted bad. On the contrary, their response was unexpectedly funny. I was quite interested in what they would say about the strange things we created before." She finished with a small giggle as she was having a good time.

In contrary blushed Sequenzia yelled at Arisa. "You!!-- you said that on purpose!!" She got busted as her intention, to spoil the competition with something trivial, bite her back, resulted in something incredibly embarrassing for her. So, she shot towards the line of other contestant, with her head down so that no one could stare at her in the face.

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An Anglican nun and a Shinto priest came as the next team. "Touma, Touma, how come?, that they won't let me eat down everything on that table? Speaking of which.-- Since Hyouka, Hasami and Estelle withdrew, should I take it that Aisa and I advanced to the second round? The Swedish tables were fine, but the story would need a bigger challenge, what are we going to eat next?" Index was full of enthusiasm and Himegami next to her expressed her wish that it shall be hamburgers.

Touma put his face in his hands in defeat gesture as these two didn't get the slightest bit of what this competition was about and that their faces were in the camera frame for everyone to see. The only hope for him is for the world to believe that it is just a theater and they play they stage roles perfectly.

Accelerator chose to remain silent at first, but after a while he spoke. "Hey, you two-- Speak!: What's your contribution today to this backward stupidity, somebody dare to call a competition?"

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Index's chest swelled with pride. "Heh, heh. I fixed Arisa, which helped Sequenzia from her grief for her family. And Hasami, which in turn, helped Estelle from her guilt over her ancestor. Next, Himegami and I ate what we got offered and we still have room for another round." The platinum silver haired girl stood in a triumphant pose, revealing a fang in her open mouth that flashed predatorily. The smooth black haired girl next to her pointed out with a raised thumb that the 'appetizer' was nice and that she too was ready for the main course. Accelerator clicked his tongue in displeasure and looked away. But Index stare fell on that spiced apple dish in front of the blonde. The Queen of Tokiwadai offered it to her with a very generous gesture. A moment after that, killer bunny disappeared into Index mount, when nun put a very pleased face. "Hmm. Hmm. This contradiction of flavors-- it's obvious that there are two halves of a whole behind this gem. Excellent."

Whereupon Himegami looked longingly at a certain uneaten piece in the possession of the black-haired judge. It only took a moment, before he generously gave it to her. She then enjoyed it from the bitten part, savoring every bit of flavor. It probably didn't even occur to her, how it must look from the point of view of other ladies interested in the judge in question. (Such a missed opportunity for overlooked Himegami.)

With a very forced smile on her face, Shokuhou pointed to the line with the other contestants. "You've both passed. Move to the line with the others."

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The moment as they walked away, a jingle sounded on the hall interrupting the toughs of people around and the commentators took over. The blond Tsuchimikado started. "So ladies, gentlemen and other creatures. In this round, we introduced you to few unique girls." He pointed to the aforementioned line on the stage where the entire female part of the contestants stood.

Saten immediately joined him. "Lets get curious!:-- Which couple or group stole your heart? Let's recap them!"

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"That's right Saten chan! We had Sparkling, Tokidawai'shot-topic here:..." The camera cuts to Mikoto, Inoue, and Last Oder standing next to each other. The crowd cheered, as the little one waved enthusiastically, oldest of them hesitantly, and the Emo version just raise palm in (Hi.) gesture.

Then female moderator add the punch line in clearly teasing tone. "And their tsundere cookies of love."

As soon as she added it, a certain person from the trio turned red. She told herself, that when she had half a minute whit Ruiko, (alone), she would forcefully explain to her with the electric circuit, (zapping), that she should be careful with her fantasizing. On the other hand, her sister at her sides, silently observed her silent body-speech with interest. Her silent reactions said more than she realized.

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The moderator duo went on second group. "Furthermore, we had clerics, heralds of the faith of the bottomless stomach." The camera took Index with Himegami.

"They definitely proved how de~ep their faith is."

Index asked the question, not understanding what they meant at all. On the other hand, her colleague did not show a single sign that it would concern her in any way, as if she itself was not involved in this show.

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"To the third, we have gothic trio." The camera took Jannie, Febry and Shinobu.

"Come on, aren't they adorable? Who wouldn't love them?; when they look like they stepped out from a lollipop commercial."

Febry and Jannie make this (Shall I to wave?) hesitant response and the audience cheered especially clearly for this group. Shinobu tried to smile but gave up in the middle.

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"Next, we have a living demonstration of life according to Ying and Yang." The camera took the Sequenzia with Arisa.

"A robot pilot who fights for 'Gakuen-Toshi' [Academic City] as a knight in a shining armor, and her Diva as if she was a princess, who use her singing to awake courage to do a heroic stuff. Both on their own stage, so far apart, but at same time, together through it all. Simply; wow!"

The pink-haired, girl was enthusiastically hanging whit one hand on the black-haired girl's shoulder, so that she could elegantly wave the audience in greeting with the free one. On the other side, her black sister stiffly refused to react when her face expression revealed, that she would like to crawl under the blanket covers, to hide herself from entire world.

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"At five, we have an aristocrat and her servant." The camera shot fell on Estelle with Hasami by her side.

"Who would have thought that here we have such living proof of a clueless noble lady and her loyal guardian determined to do anything for her. The book like romance, of a lady of noble origin and her knight in armor, has not yet died out of this world."

The blonde waved reluctantly with a very embarrassed expression. On the other hand, the long-haired brunette next to her just looked around in confusion as if asking herself: (What the heck I doing here?).

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"Next we have a shy stalker on her mission." The camera pinned to Juufuku, who immediately looked down as if she want to disappear for real. "Besides, how was your date Saten-chan?"

Female moderator was reluctant to give answered. "Eh-he-he-he. Surprisingly-- nice."

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"And the last one standing here is nee-chin. A Japan national treasure of a true samurai soul." The spiky blonde got over excited for Kanzaki as the camera caught her. "With the body and soul of an angel, this immaculate and still single, shy lady is a true blessing. Her curves are best highlighted in the legendary 'fallen angel, ero--servant' costume... *Aghrrr!!*" His speech was violently interrupted when he received a mystical impact that sent him 2 meters away, knocking him to the ground where he passed out in pain.

Because the moment Tsuchimikado began his over-enthusiastic presentation of her personal characteristic, Kanzaki turned blue. A chill of foreboding ran down her spine. As soon as he started to mention a certain costume, she took out her wallet-bag with her finances from her pocket, and chose a random coin. Giving that metal piece a finger flick she fired that projectile at the commentator in bullet speed. With the incredible power of the saint she put into that shot, he was immediately shot to the ground.

Played or not, the shot of Kaori in jeans and a t-shirt with a semi-panic and semi-threatening expression elicited a huge ovation from the audience.

The female commentator was momentarily speechless, when she saw something red oozing out of her colleague on the stage. She too had a good teasing note to address, specifically prepared for the charming swordswoman, which would have gone right under samurai skin. But, at the moment, she felt as if a deadly bullet with her name written on it, had just missed her. However, she suddenly received information through the radio in her ear and it overwhelmed her. "Oh?... S- sure... S- so, let's move to the end of the first round. We'll ask the judges to name the winner. Who?, from our contestant, deserves the biggest round of applause?"

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Touma and Misaki jitter, scare-jumped at those words and sweat poured out of them. A trained eye would not miss how much they are at the ends. On the one hand, they did not assume that they would have to make a decision, so they did not even bother to think about it. The second problem was that a wrong or sloppy decision would have an adverse effect on them for various reasons. For Kamijou, it was a dilemma of harming his health if he didn't choose the right one. With Shokuhou, on the other hand, it was the issue of her reputation and position. Either way, their mouths remained sealed with awkward expressions on their faces.

The white-haired juror clicked his tongue disgruntled, drawing attention to himself. He too dint expect to actually do ranking, and make this (The F* you dare, to ask?!) expression. But then he give it a shot. "Tcs-- Pathetic." The rest of the jury fell into uncertainty. Number One tried for a friendly expression or even a smile, but all he managed was an expression declaring/notifying his prey, that he was after her. "The winner in this round of this crap show is..." He trailed off for a moment.

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His dangerous aura silenced the entire hall, and nearly everyone gulped quietly. Even Mikoto was seething with anxiety. She was aware that she could practically expect anything. From something silly, to something devastating. He could even declare himself as the winner, or choose a mini version of her, just because he can. But what made her most nervous was that she clearly overlooked the remaining two judges and their bewilderment about the default setting. Somehow it occurred to her, that a random answer from a white haired jury was better than anything the black and blonde fuo would come up with, even if they tried their best.

So Accelerator spoke: "...The winner is:... The Gothic Trio."

[...silence...]

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A second or two passed before Last-Order ran in front of the jury table, urgently confronting Accelerator and slamming her clenched fists on the table. "Aaaah!!-- Under normal circumstances, Misaka would not have objected the results, but at the moment, she has to defend herself whether it is a matter of asserting personal preference, for fear of a hint of possible courtship or faithlessness towards Misaka. In that case, you should have chosen Misaka, and the reward would not miss you. Misaka as Misaka complains, wondering whether his preferences have changed to blond."

This, of course, caused a boil blood vein on the forehead above the red eye. So he yelled at her angrily: "Shut the flea!! You totally failed this competition!!" The half sized Misaka make this shocked surprised (Wha~at?!) expression. "And you want to know why?! So listen to this! You not the moderator or judge as you joined the game as contestant. You left your group to wander among the others, completely forgetting what this nonsense competition is about. Not only did you not join anyone, you didn't even help anyone with anything. Don't you even dare to make excuses, that your words or presence were enough for this colossal crap-show. Because everyone else showed whats inside of them. The one with the Katana, demonstrated the precision gained over years of experience. That miracle with bangs, her hidden passion. Blonde, caring for her close companion. Pink head, creativity for fun. Those in robes, determination to participate. Your original with your other-time alternative version, a blind trust in the other. Shit!-- even the bespectacled one, de facto followed the idea of competition, as she ran away with one bowl of the fireman's food, looking as if she was carrying it to someone else that her, (Who need it more that her). And if you're asking about the trio..." He frowned even more. As if to say, that if he were a poisonous snake, he was going to squirt his venom at her.

A second, two later, a recording appeared on the screen above the stage as the two little blonde girls and they black-haired guardian appeared before the jury's with a tea set and tinny jugs. Febry and Jannie, with help from Shinobu, elegantly served the jury trio. They poured coffee or tea into their cups according to the taste of the attendants. They even had sugar and milk with them. But they didn't stop there, because they also had cups for themselves. So what the footage showed was how the six hypothetically sat down for tea, so to speak, before the contestant trio bowed their heads and moved aside.

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Mini Misaka looked helplessly at the remaining couple behind the table, as if she was asking for an explanation or a helping hand.

"Ah." Everyone's big brother Kamijou rummaged through his hair, searching for the right words. "Listen. Maybe he doesn't like the fact, that you're the only one who hasn't prepared anything. Considering who we're talking about here…" He was hopelessly searching for a words that will help, but he dint finding any.

"Even though." Shokuhou spoke forcefully. "But the truth remains, that the girls showed the dignity of a lady that every woman should-- at least occasionally show. It's the manners that make a woman a lady. Not her background." It almost looked like she was determined to speak up for her own reputation, rather than to help in any way. All this for the illusion that she has an overview, that she knows what she is talking about. That she is not a dumb fish for decoration, but a trustworthy and elegant lady with high standards. This tricky fox almost didn't succeed when she almost blurted out at the end of such a simple sentence.

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The little girl tried to play a maiden in distress. "Aaaah! Misaka as Misaka wails, as she is horrified to find out, that she's failed as the most important Wajfu to her most important person of the entire series."

"Hey!! Watch what you say!" Her older sister Mikoto, admonished her.

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"No- no worries! Misaka, as the most charming perfect loli, has a solution in reserve that only she can do. Misaka as Misaka, will give her prince a reward, for his hard work; a warm kiss like a true princess." She started reaching for him, puckering her mouth. But he angrily hissed something incomprehensible at her. He got up from his chair with (I'm out!) and headed backstage supporting on his crutches. Of course, the small girl commented on his act with a single extended: 'Wha~~at?' She immediately got off the table determined to follow him. But even before that, she turned around, to face the audience one last time. Just like a Victorian lady, she grasped the sides of her skirt and bowed gracefully as if she were wearing a beautifully large bell-shaped cake skirt. Immediately after that, she was a laughing Misaka again. She waved to the audience and the dragon with a bee in the jury's armchairs and disappeared in backstage with inappropriate remarks.

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"Eh." Saten released her held breath. "That's what you call an ultra-strict examiner. Not giving any extra points was a dangerously apt description." The black-haired moderator shook her head, not even realizing that she was speaking into the microphone.

Shirai, using a teleport appeared next to her, to take the reins of the event, when at this point both commentators are already literary out of the game. "Please pay me attention! So, dear audience, this was our first round. I hope you enjoyed our performance. There will be a break, during which the potential future Tokiwadai girls can talk to our Tokidawai's students. We even prepared a secluded garden like siting for those speech. Had on mind, that the strict rules are one of the pillars that increase the need to enjoy the fun-events to its full. So please, lets be civilized. The second round will take place by the pool and you can reach it through inner garden lawn. Anyone who wants to can move to the second area around the pool. But, we will broadcast the show from the pool here as well. So if someone can't, they can stay here. More to the green in Tokiwadai: All the grass in the garden is first class, so don't let me see you on it with your plow like shoes on. Don't you dare damage it intentionally. In addition, don't forget that our security is uncompromising and that almost all students are high-level Espers capable of deal around with any disturbance..."

Kuroko continued her informative speech with a few more remarks, but Mikoto was already directing her attention elsewhere: Kamijou tried to disappear to backstage, unnoticed. (("Don't you think!, that I'm going to let you run away without answers."))

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[Notes/explanations (in case someone doesn't know something):]

Diva is a designation for a famous and exceptionally talented opera singer. In the expanded concept and transferred meaning of the word, it is also used for a woman of these qualities in theater, film and popular music. The meaning of the word diva is closely related to the meaning of the term 'Prima donna'. [Wikipedia]

'Jump Suit' - the best example is the overalls of Formula One racers and the like. Full-length piece for thermal protection, which must be completely removed for use in the toilet. Neoprene for divers or surfers is something similar. But for a jump suit, think of it more as just one of the layers.

'Japanese Black Bear' - That's the one with the white arrow on the chest, under the neck. Some stories tell of sumo fights between these bears and 'real men' who lived in the mountains for some reason. OP housewives have their own naming for this. In short, you need to "Beat the bear in a sumo match." They are said to be around 60 to 120 kilos with a length of around 140 cm, but the wrestling camp-fire stories speak of bears that have larger sizes.

'Shichiten Shichitou' [seven heavenly swords] - Kanzaka's katana is wrapped in thin wires, which she can partially control through her magic and use as additional blades or to enhance a single lunge. So she can actually cut off several heads at once, (as if she was destined to fight a hydra.) Although, this will probably never happen due to her policy of not taking lives. If he puts enough of her manna into the katana, it will glow with the wires in a bluish light or aura, truly reminiscent of heavenly swords.

'Ying and Yang' - The concept of Yin and Yang originates in ancient Chinese philosophy and describes two opposing and complementary forces found in every living and non-living part of the universe. Yin is the darker element; it seems sad, passive, dark, feminine and corresponds to the night. Yin is often symbolized by water and earth. [Wikipedia] It doesn't matter which one is who, or what color represent them, because both are meant to be in move, dancing in harmony; generating 'life force'.

Tokiwadai External Dormitory - Although the school has no more than two hundred female students, do not forget that it is a high-standard educational facility located in the top five of the entire Academic City. Outside the 'garden of education', they do not have to be hold back by a limited space for use, and the space of the external boarding school is exceptionally large.