"Which Day of the week are you?"
The students were all confused as to what was happening, wondering why the giant boy suddenly stopped short of crushing the cara like he intended to. They all thought that he backed out at the last second, but their glances all shifted to one another upon hearing Riley’s question.
Was he trying to say... that the giant boy was a spy?
"D-don’t be ridiculous!"
The giant boy forced out a chuckle. It was obvious from the veins in his neck and arms that he was trying to move with all of his strength. Well, he was able to move, but the most his limbs could do was tremble from the crushing pressure that wrapped around him.
He moved by an inch, but with how big he was, that might as well be nothing at all.
"Are you... are you saying that I’m one of those villains?!" He raised his voice to the point that it bood from his enlarged lungs. Most of the students covered their ears, but Riley, who was floating right in front of him, only hovered to the side to avoid the saliva spitting out of the giant boy’s mouth.
"I did not say that. I asked which Day of the week you are." Riley floated closer to his face, "Sunday, perhaps?"
"What are you even on about?! My na’s Jessy!" The strain in Jessy’s voice beca deeper as he returned Riley’s glare, "I barely look older than you!"
"Your na is Jessy, Jessy?" Riley tilted his head to the side before floating past his head and then standing on his shoulder, "My ga Academy schoolmates, do any of you know Jessy?"
The students once again looked at each other, most of them shaking their heads and shrugging. Still, Riley waited for exactly five seconds before letting out a sigh.
He backed away and turned, but that was when one of the students turned around and raised her hand.
"M-! I know him!"
"I-is that you, Pia?! You see?!" Jessy gasped as soon as soone finally stepped up for him, "It—"
"Ssh." Riley did not let him continue his words, however. Riley pressed his finger to his neck, shushing him before he turned his focus back to Pia.
"My ga Academy schoolmates," Riley repeated his words, "Do any of you know Pia? Or perhaps recognize her?"
This ti, it was absolutely clear that no one knew Pia or Jessy at all. None of the students stepped forward even after an entire minute had passed.
Before Riley could say anything about this, Pia once again raised her voice.
"Guys, co on!" Her voice almost cracked, she looked at the people nearest to her; her eyes now just monts away from bursting with tears, "We’re... we’re from 1-G! I also don’t recognize most of you because we’re not from the sa sections! There’s like what, forty... fifty of us here? Of course, we won’t be able to recognize each other! We’ve only been at the Academy for like three days!"
"You make good sense, Ms. Pia." Riley tilted his head to the side. "Okay, then perhaps I have made a mistake. I apologize, everyone. Mr. Jessy."
Riley’s feet left Jessy’s shoulder, and once he gained enough distance from him, a small gasp escaped Jessy’s mouth as he felt the weight chaining him down instantly fade away—and his finger that was only a foot away from pressing the cara finally crushed it.
Jessy blinked a couple of tis. Riley was no longer holding him down, but he once again froze as his thoughts were in complete disarray.
It wasn’t until soone coughed that he slowly turned his head back to Riley. He didn’t really say anything and just stared at him for a mont before nodding.
And once again, without another word, he went for the caras.
The students who were next to the walls all ran and moved away whenever Jessy headed their way to destroy the caras above them.
"How... many has that been? He’s still going?!"
"These people are fucking perverts!"
"G-good thing I didn’t pee when I was about to."
Jessy had already destroyed six caras, and since he was still walking with his hand raised, he wasn’t done yet. But finally, after the sixth cara, he let out a sigh.
"Last one," he said as he looked at the remaining cara that was at the corner of the hall. He stretched his hand toward it, but before he could do so, he once again found himself completely trapped in his own body.
And this ti, he couldn’t even move his eyes or speak at all.
The only thing he could do was watch as Riley entered his peripheral before feeling him standing on his shoulder again.
Riley planted his palm on his neck and then waved at the cara.
"Hello, Dark Millennium. I would like to greet all of you who are watching now," he said to the cara, "As you can see, my ga Academy schoolmates and I have taken one of your own as a hostage—I suppose that is only fair, no?"
***
"You shouldn’t have brought Bernard’s son on this ship."
At the sa ti, in the control room, October was watching Riley wave at them. He had their full attention—after all, he was waving at the only remaining cara in the hall. Mr. Friday, and the one who was with Mr. Monday, Mr. Tuesday, were standing behind her.
"It was not my decision to bring him, October," Mr. Tuesday shook his head, "The boy volunteered, and Monday thought that it was a good idea."
"He didn’t stop to think that the son of the wealthiest man on the planet would be trouble?" October scoffed, "No matter, it’s done."
"What do we do with Saturday?" Mr. Friday pointed at the monitor, "How did he even get caught by a bunch of kids? Is—"
"Ssh."
October raised her fist, motioning to Mr. Friday to shut his mouth as Riley was saying sothing to them.
[I do not know whether Mr. Jessy here is truly part of your organization, but Tomoe told she was highly certain that he is—I am inclined to believe her due to the things that we have gone through together.]
"How... is he so calm?"
"Ssh."
[In truth, I do not truly care what you want from my schoolmates. I would not have even been on this ship if the circumstances of your arrival were any different, but you made a ss of the area I was tasked to clean. I truly do not appreciate that.]
"What...?"
[So, I believe, although Mother would not like it, I also believe it is fair that I make a ss in and of your organization.]
"What... kind of twelve-year-old talks like that?"
[I am not going to give any demands, I will also set Mr. Jessy free in a few monts—but this ti, I am certain that you have already noticed that he is blocking most of the hangar from this angle. He is blocking the screen of the only remaining cara in this area.]
October quickly narrowed her eyes at the monitor, and everyone in the room hated to admit it, but they completely missed that.
[I suppose by now, most of my ga Academy schoolmates are running down your hallways. The fact that you have not pressed any sort of alarm by now would an that you are completely lacking in manpower.]
"That—!" Mr. Friday quickly pointed at one of the other monitors, "That’s facing the wrong way—no, wait... it’s not only this one!"
He almost slamd his palms on the panel, his eyes darting to the feeds that were all facing the wrong way. He quickly controlled one of the caras, only to see the students hastily running in the hallways. The feed did not last long, however, as one of the students shot out so sort of projectile from her mouth and destroyed the cara.
And soon, the caras all started dying one by one.
Mr. Monday quickly rushed out of the control room when he saw that, and Mr. Friday was about to follow suit, but October stopped him.
"No, you’re needed here," she said, "Monday and the others are enough. Let talk with the boy."
"That..." Mr. Monday was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw October glare at him, he quickly pressed the button for October to speak.
"What are you trying to do here, Mr. Ross? Are you trying to get your friends killed?"
[Oh?] Riley started looking around the hall as soon as October’s words echoed in the hall, [I suppose this is Ms. October? But I have already told you what I wanted—I wanted to make a ss. Chaos.]
"You might be strong, Riley Ross. But the sa could not be said of most of your classmates. My colleagues would make quick work of them."
[Perhaps, perhaps not—but as I said, my goal here is chaos...] Riley shrugged before a smile started to creep on his face, [...are you aware that gawoman still flies in the sky from ti to ti?]
"What are you—"
And before October could even finish her words, a static zapped the audio as Riley suddenly scread as loud as he could—a voice that you would never expect from him.
His words—
[gawoman! Help!]
"What... do you think you’re even doing? gawoman hasn’t involved or even shown herself in our matters for a decade. She won’t co."
[Perhaps, perhaps she will. But does that not make you a little nervous, Ms. October?]
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