Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Misaka Rules the World
After breakfast, I inford my family and set out to attend what might be the most brutal parent-teacher eting in history.
It was one of those etings where you could guess how absurd the conversations would get just by hearing about it. As soon as the bunch of unscrupulous beauties at ho got wind of this event, they all praised the Military Academy’s teachers as geniuses. Lilina even made the farewell atmosphere as dismal as if we were by the Yishui River, showing just how disloyal this guy could be.
But anyway, since I had accepted the invitation, I had no choice but to go.
Parent-teacher etings, everyone knows about those, right?
Well, I have vivid mories of them. During my own years in elentary and middle school, this event accompanied a family through many years of school life and left an indelible impression on : because I had no parents to call upon.
Back then, my only relative was my big sister, a girl only four or five years older than myself. She was still a student herself that year, so every parent-teacher eting put a lot of pressure on us both. My big sister, who was in high school at the ti, had to take leave and run halfway across the school to the elentary division to et with my teacher—it could have even been her horoom teacher from a few sesters ago. I, on the other hand, had to endure being the object of all the attention this brought, making it a tough period. Even now, thinking back on it feels a little sour. But whenever Big Sister and I talked about those days, we would both have a good laugh about it: those bitter mories had sohow, without us noticing, beco sothing precious.
In short, the parent-teacher eting, sothing very ordinary to others, held a different significance for .
So, when I received the parent-teacher eting invitation sent by Sister Misaka through a rcury Lamp doll, I simply sighed at the annoyance and decided to take it seriously.
Because those girls were just like , without parents.
Being mass-produced clones, living beings that could be created in batches with the push of a button, the Sister Misakas, even though they had thousands of sisters, did not have a single one who could attend a parent-teacher eting for them. A subtle psychological resonance made feel that no matter which idiot instructor ca up with this annoying idea of a parent-teacher eting, I should personally make an appearance. Even if it was just to make the Sister Misakas feel so familial concern.
…at least, that’s what I believed until I walked up to the gates of the Imperial Military Academy.
“This… This is so damn annoying!”
Looking at the notice at the gate, I let out a long sigh to the heavens.
To welco the upcoming Carnival, the entire school was working together to prepare for the festivities, so an invitation was extended to students’ parents to co to the school and et with the teachers. The scope of this parent-teacher eting: all junior high classes, et cetera omitted.
The entire junior high division, more than ten thousand Sister Misakas all in junior high! At first, I thought so brain-dead horoom teacher at the Academy had a whimsical thought to have their Sister Misakas call their parents. Now it seems, could it be that a mber of the Academy Council had a brain-dead mont?!
So, today’s parent-teacher eting was arranged just for !
I could already imagine the following scenes:
During the parent-teacher eting, as the teacher starts announcing the students’ scores, they begin calling nas, “Will the parent of Misaka 10086 please co to the stage to say a few words?”
I’d dash to the stage.
“Will the parent of Misaka 10031 co to receive the award certificate?”
I’d dash to the stage.
“Will the parent of Misaka 12580 please share your educational experience?”
I’d dash to the stage.
“Could the guardian of student Misaka 12345 please…”
So apparently, my trip was just about sprinting and squats!
“Ah! It’s Brother! Misaka 10031, seeing the troubled Brother, imdiately greeted him cheerfully.”
The sudden cry from behind snapped out of a state of dizzying frustration, and as I turned my head, I imdiately saw the tea-haired girl in winter school uniform standing less than ten ters behind , carrying her school bag, looking at with an exuberant expression.
“Oh, Misaka,” I greeted the first Sister Misaka I had ever t, listlessly, “I’m here for the parent-teacher conference…”
“Yes, everyone is waiting! This way, Brother!” said Misaka 10031, cheerfully, having been the first to receive Brother.
The girl excitedly ran over and grabbed my arm, dragging toward the depths of the academy.
As for , now a living parabola of confusion, I could only reflexively scramble my legs, being towed by Sister Misaka towards the junior high auditorium.
It must be said, the Empire knows how to build big things; even a junior high auditorium is of such a brutal scale. The circular auditorium that Misaka took to could reportedly accommodate up to twenty thousand people for a eting without any trouble. This place is officially a junior high auditorium but co on, it’s practically the Congress!
Although I had anticipated that this parent-teacher conference would be a brutal affair, when I actually saw the scene before , I felt the corners of my eyes twitching uncontrollably.
Can you imagine how brutal it is to have a parent conference with thousands of teachers on the stage, tens of thousands of students in the student area, and only one person in the parent section?
Turning my head to look at the more than ten thousand Sister Misakas behind , neat and tidy as if ctrl c then ctrl v had been used, then looking at the variously distorted faces of the teacher team not far in front, and finally the empty space beside , I decided it was better to speak up: “So, did any of you foresee this spectacle?”
The thousand or so teachers on the stage were stunned, then turned their heads away.
“Over a thousand of you and not one of you had a clue?!”
I stood up in protest at that mont, pointing at the group in front of , who were now pretending to be detached, and yelled.
I suppose I’m the only parent in the world who would dare to shout at teachers in a parent-teacher conference: these guys really had it coming!
Damn it, how did this situation, resembling a UN tribunal for class-A war criminals, co to be?
“Well, actually, so did think of it,” dea, sitting in the horoom teacher area, said awkwardly as she ran her fingers through her hair, her elf-like pointed ears twitching – a sign of her nervousness. “But the Misakas really wanted to have a parent conference, and though we are teachers, we couldn’t stand against the wishes of your ten thousand sisters. We are very sorry…”
As dea spoke, the surrounding teachers also showed embarrassed expressions, whether they were Imperial instructors, Heroic Spirit teachers, or foreign teachers from other worlds, each one seed a bit shafaced.
But sothing clicked in my mind, and I turned my head to look back at the battalion of Sister Misakas.
They wanted a parent conference? Why?
Because they wanted to get my attention? To act affectionately? To show that they too had family? Or just hoping to experience a normal girl’s school life this way?
I didn’t know what these girls, who were gradually developing rich emotions, were thinking, but since it was their wish, I should cooperate…
This is absolutely impossible to coordinate! Thousands of teachers, tens of thousands of students, and one parent – how on earth do you plan on conducting this parent-teacher conference?! If that’s the case, why didn’t you just tell there was an issue and to co to et the teachers at school? Why put on this grandiose parent-teacher conference spectacle? What the hell is the point?
Not only did I have this exclamation, but so did the thousands of teachers on the stage. The majority of them were Imperial Officers moonlighting as academy instructors, and making these guys hold a parent-teacher conference with the Imperial Leader was definitely harder than killing them. The rest were foreign teachers gathered from all over the world and from different eras; these Heroic Emperors definitely didn’t have teaching credentials. They don’t even know what a normal parent-teacher conference looks like, so how can you expect them to handle this monstrous version?
Therefore, the venue quickly beca the expected chaotic ss. Heroic Spirits lost interest in minutes, pulled out bottles of alcohol, or playing cards to sneak so leisure ti. Imperial instructors took out tactical maps, discussing in hushed tones whether next year’s internship should involve having the Misakas conquer certain worlds. The ten thousand or so Sister Misakas started whispering to each other, sharing their impressions of their first parent-teacher conference. As for , I was already gathering information from dea’s side.
“So, it’s still about the carnival performance?”
dea nodded, “Indeed, these children are working very hard to catch your attention during the carnival, but in front of the Heroic teams from various worlds, a bunch of students no matter how hard they try are just too ordinary. So the Misakas ca up with many strange and peculiar ideas. They wanted you to co today to preview these creative plans—by the way, the student council is also entirely made up of Misakas.”
The Misakas ruling the world?
After a slight rant, I looked over to the Misakas who were starting to group up, “Are they preparing for a performance?”
“Yes, the first act is a ten-thousand-people chorus of ‘only my railgun’, followed by a ten-thousand-people chorus of ‘Fusion Core ltdown’, and then a ten-thousand-people chorus of ‘Disappearance of Hatsune Miku’…”
Fuck … This is just blatantly flaunting your synchronization rate, my sisters! You dare to perform a ten-thousand-people chorus of ‘Disappearance of Hatsune Miku’, sothing humans can’t even sing!
But I can’t disappoint my sisters’ feelings. Listening to the programs they’ve worked so hard to prepare for actually isn’t too bad… I guess.
Anyway, it wasn’t long before I regretted it: In the following hour… it was hell at a beat of 245 x 9968 per minute. After the brutal chorus ended, my whole being was resonating.
There was a pile of people slumped over on the stage; I reckon the junior high section of the Military Academy is going to have a long holiday starting tomorrow.
The ferocious lody seed still to echo in the smoggy auditorium. The buzzing in my brain made everything I saw double. Not knowing when, I had already collapsed onto the table at the main podium, next to dusa who mumbled to herself, the purple-haired riding instructor’s eyes spinning with spirals, “Can’t hear anything, can’t hear anything at all…”
“I’ve decided!” I suddenly slamd the table and stood up, swaying in the air for a mont before barely managing not to fall, “This act has to be kept!”
“Eh?” dea, whom I startled, imdiately widened her eyes. The square pupils were filled with terror—was her boss too traumatized?
“Damn it, we can’t just suffer by ourselves. Tie up anyone causing trouble at the carnival and make them listen to these songs!”
To be fair, ‘Disappearance of Hatsune Miku’ isn’t bad to listen to, and a beat of 245 per minute isn’t torture. But when all of this is multiplied by ten thousand, it turns into the thundering hell. You can’t imagine how terrifying it feels when the entire Misaka Army starts singing at once, pushing the roaring sound waves that vibrated back and forth over two hundred tis a minute at you—my conscience, just look at that classic desolate silhouette of Altoria standing at the edge of the podium with her Holy Sword… Oh, she’s fallen off.
“Umm, okay, makes sense,” dusa rubbed her forehead and took out a notebook, “Of course, the carnival goes on for many days. These choral pieces are just one of the programs. During the carnival, the Imperial Military Academy will also hold an Academy Festival that lasts the entire festival. It seems that festivals like these are very important school activities in the Misakas’ mories. Maybe this could beco a tradition for the Military Academy. It can also be considered our cultural exhibition. Ugh, my head… That’s it. The Misakas wanted you to take a look at these things.”
My sisters really worked hard to prove themselves, although the ans are quite brutal. But I believe, anyone who’s been through the 245 BPM initiation will definitely rember these sisters with off-the-charts synchronization rates.
The so-called parent-teacher conference turned into the Misakas’ dress rehearsal in the end. But I didn’t have any expectations for this “parent-teacher conference” from the start. Naturally, it’s okay for the sisters to do whatever makes them happy. After tornting myself for more than two hours, I finally dragged my swaying steps away from the Military Academy.
The mont I saw the blue sky and white clouds outside, I truly felt reborn.
…But as I was too busy looking at the sky, I collided with a petite figure at the school gate.
“Ah!” Along with a sowhat familiar scream, in my peripheral vision, a short-haired girl tumbled backwards awkwardly. Two big words imdiately flashed in my brain: Cliché!
What a lodramatic plot twist!
But the expected fan service scene failed to occur. Even before I could reach out to help, the girl opposite was steadied by a figure that suddenly appeared behind her, accompanied by an exaggerated cry of surprise, “Big Sister!”
Ohhh! Writing Black, pronounced pervert! With that iconic voice, I didn’t even need to see her face to know who the fleeting twin ponytails belonged to!
“Mikoto? Black?” I looked at the two girls in front of , slightly surprised. The girl with tea-colored short hair, needless to say, was Misaka Mikoto, who had been seen by Sister Misaka thousands of tis today, now appearing as the collective big sister figure to the Misaka sisters. Standing beside her, glaring angrily, was the flat-chested twin ponytails… sorry, “flat-chested” just slipped out—that of course is our ultimate yuri enthusiast, who is forever perverse and never surpassed, Bai Jing Heizi.
However, her attitude towards wasn’t very friendly at the mont, “Damn it! To think you’d use such an ancient trick to knock Big Sister down and take advantage of her! The privilege of knocking Big Sister down at the corner of the street and then shalessly admiring the purity of a girl’s panties and Big Sister’s adorably blushing cheeks should be an exclusive right exclusive right right right… Wahh!”
A bolt of lightning flashed by, and peace returned to the world.
So, Black, you’re only on stage for seven seconds and uttering just four or five lines today? Are you the legendary ‘three-shot bento girl’?
“Black… Black isn’t dead yet… Black can still fight…”
The twin ponytailed girl who had turned into a charred figure on the ground was desperately raising one hand, sending a look for help—having just suffered a 100,000-volt shock, she dared not to reach out to Misaka again, “Perverted brother, save …”
You said two extra words, idiot!
Without hesitation, I picked up the petite Bai Jing student, aid at the nearby trash can, and threw!
I had practiced this move well with Lilina, even though Bai Jing’s height was much taller than that flat-chested unfortunate soul who took decades to reach one ter. The slim twin ponytails girl was easy to throw, not affecting accuracy at all, look, swoosh, the annoying mosaic known as Black was… planted into the flower bed.
“Black isn’t going to die, right?”
A worried voice sounded from behind us, and without turning our heads, Misaka Mikoto and I both said, “That kind of pervert, she won’t die!”
After saying that, I rembered to turn my head to look. As expected, the energetic girl with black straight hair in her winter school uniform stood behind us. Beside her, a flower pot was staring with amazent at the grandeur of the super academy.
Sorry, Chichun, but I always believed that the flower pot is your true form, just as I believe that Taville’s soul resides in her glasses.
“No matter how many tis I see it, it feels like a very… luxurious school, wow!” Chichun Shili’s face was filled with excitent. The grandeur of the Imperial Military Academy was sothing this girl—who had always longed for the life of a rich miss—admired trendously. Here it boasted educational buildings that could serve as the Congress Building on Earth, an arcane teaching area like a giant castle built by the world’s Magic Masters, a clubhouse for the lightweight warship flight interest groups (if the entire space command center and modular warship platform also count as a clubhouse), and ever since a purple long-haired Heroic Spirit started the “Riding Skill Supplentary Class,” we even opened a racecourse behind the junior high section… For a school to reach such a scale, it was sothing the Academy City couldn’t even compare to.
“If I could study here, go inside that castle to learn magic; it would be like a dream! Maybe I could even befriend a graceful vampire and sip black tea under the moonlight…” The girl nad Chichun Shili had completely succumbed to her fantasies, “The luxurious life of a Miss” began to assail her high-speed quad-core brain hidden behind the flower pot, and she ignored even though I was trying to greet her.
“Well, Chichun is still the sa,” Zuotian Tsuruya stuck out her tongue cutely at , then turned around with the swiftness of a thunderclap to perform her signature, “I flip! Wow, cute blue and white today.”
The skirt of the flower pot girl fluttered and Zuotian Tsuruya, with her level 6 updraft, was domineering at that mont. To perform a skirt flip on her friend in front of everyone, especially in front of a man. Did Zuotian really not consider an outsider, or had the black-haired girl’s response to skirt flipping beco so instinctive that she didn’t even bother to check her surroundings?
Feeling the cool breeze, Chichun stiffened for a mont, then turned her head to give a red-faced, stiff-necked glance, and the flowers on her head instantly blood: catalyzed by the heat!
“Wuaah! Zuotian, how… how could you do this in front of so many people…”
“Ha, looks like it’s pretty lively here,” another voice joined the playful noise of the girls, coming from a short distance away. The new arrival was a red-haired bad-boy Priest and next to him, the Archbishop, Lola Stewart. (
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