[SS] A Certain Russian Transfer Student [Tokiwadai Students/Faculty]

What am I doing here...? 

The order came not from Vasilissa but the Archbishop of the Russian Orthodox Church, and through Vasilissa she was chosen among the field agents to take part in a formal exchange with Academy City as a representative of the Russian Orthodox Church. There were plenty of reasons for her to be sent to the potential enemy estate ranging from gathering of information to assassination if need be. Nowhere in the briefing was she EVER informed that she would be walking around school, unarmed no less, wearing yet another stupid disguise (no doubt a special arrangement by Vasilissa) to properly attend a prestigious middle school for rich young ladies. Never before has Sasha felt more naked than being subjected to Vasilissa's abuse of authority than before. If she was somehow spotted by an enemy she would have nothing but brute strength to defend herself against potential threats. 

Yet here she was, her long disheveled blonde hair now combed proper, light brown vest with the school emblem on the left side on her top while she wore a tight fitting skirt that reached half way down her thighs. She felt disturbingly light without the full weight of her "tools" which lifted a total of 1504 tonnes off her waist. The full transfer took a total of three days. In three days she was flying on a jet bound for Academy City where she was given a completely new identity upon arrival with her own social security number and ID as a Lv3 Limit Burst, an Esper who is said to be specialized in pushing the boundaries of the human muscles to pass their physical limits. Overall it made sense when she took in her passive ability into consideration. 

To Sasha, Academy City felt like another dimension, an alienated world that drastically differed from the outside world. Everything seemed like it was running on what Sasha can only explain to be.... magic. The VIP room that was arranged for her upon her arrival had demonic devices that reacted on voice command as though her room was possessed by a poltergeist. There was much to learn and adapt to and the device that was ringing a most awful tune picked by Vasilissa grabbed her attention as it vibrated inside her school bag, playing the opening theme of Magical Powered Kanamin from within. 


She took out the contraption, a gift from the Superintendent of Academy City to "stay in touch" in the event she ever got lost or required advise. She was given a choice among several thousands of latest models to choose from, yet she picked whatever came within her reach. After all, there was no way Sasha could differentiate between which model was better than others. In her hands that can squeeze a tank artillery shell into a marble, she held a small green phone in the shape of a cartoonized frog. Opening the phone she answered the person on the other line with confidence. 

"Speak." 

The young man who stood in front of the class didn't look like much of a teacher. 

He barely seemed older than most of the students for a start.

Then there was his manner of dress. The boy looked as though he had wandered into the prestigious school fresh from catwalk or the set of some television drama. His dark hair was messily tousled in a way that made him look scruffy in an oddly endearing way and his clothing was in casual disarray, with the shirt untucked and half unfastened around the collar.

Deep blue eyes cast a relaxed looking gaze across the classroom as he stood behind Sasha.

"Good morning class." He started with a friendly, beaming smile. "Before we start I'd like to introduce you all to your newest classmate, Sasha." He placed a reassuring hand on the girls' shoulder as he introduced her to the other girls.

She looked around first, a normal classroom... just ordinary students albeit it was a classroom full of Espers. Yet this was a norm for this city and to Sasha, whom only met Espers on a battlefield and considering most she came across had a wild bloodlust to kill the enemy Magician, this was a bizarre situation to walk into. If she had to find a good example of this current situation, she would have compared it to a passage of the bible when King Darius was tricked into sentencing Daniel to walk into the Lion's Den. Perhaps it was a little unfair for Sasha to compare the students before her with a pack of hungry savage lions gazing at the soon to be dinner as she walked into the room sympathizing with Daniel's fate.

"I am a transfer student from Russia, Sasha Kreutzev."

It was a short introduction. Maybe too short as she noticed some of them were waiting to hear more... but what else was she supposed to talk about in a formal introduction other than her origin and her name? She sighed again inside wondering what in God's name was she doing here of all places.

"Question no.1 - Which seat has been allocated to me in this classroom?" she asked the teacher in charge without wasting her breath on small chitchat. Perhaps her Japanese wasn't that good... judging by her strange speech pattern. After all she came all the way from Russia.

"Good morning class."

Mikoto looked up grumpily as Guy addressed the class with his usual beam. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and really wasn’t in the mood for the English teacher’s cheeriness. Although a few days had already passed since the Intensify incident, parts of her body were still sore and it didn’t help to improve her sour mood.

"Before we start I'd like to introduce you all to your newest classmate, Sasha."

The Electromaster’s grumpy expression quickly became replaced by pure curiosity as she noticed the new girl. She looked very much foreign, well-combed curly blonde hair reaching her waist. Long bangs covered a significant portion of her eyes, and Mikoto found herself wondering if the girl could even see properly through the curtain of gold.

"I am a transfer student from Russia, Sasha Kreutzev."

Like other students in the classroom, Mikoto waited for the new girl to elaborate further, but she did not. Instead, she turned to Guy and addressed him directly.

"Question no.1 - Which seat has been allocated to me in this classroom?"

‘She seems very straightforward,’ Mikoto thought to herself idly, ‘I guess she is a foreigner though, being from Russia and all… Her accent doesn’t seem too bad, but maybe she’s trying to hide the fact that her Japanese isn’t very fluent…’

"Biri-biri, the seat next to you is free, isn't it?”

Mikoto almost jumped in her seat when Guy suddenly addressed her, and the irritable scowl solely reserved for ‘that idiot’ immediately appeared in reflex.

“My name’s not Biribiri!”

That immediate response to the nickname was another reflex that had developed ever since that idiot had started teaching her class. Would he ever learn? He really was an idiot. She wondered if he could even remember her real name.

As always, Guy ignored her outburst. “Would you mind helping your new classmate ease into things?"

Taken aback at the sudden question, Mikoto’s eyes momentarily turned to the empty seat beside her. The girl who had been occupying that desk had suddenly transferred out a couple of weeks ago, and Mikoto had never found out why.

“Sure… I’ll help out,” Mikoto agreed easily, curious eyes focusing back on Sasha. A small part of her wondered if Guy had purposefully set this up just to pick on her again, but knew she was being ridiculous. At any rate, she didn’t mind the idea of helping and finding out more about this mysterious new student. Perhaps they’ll even end up being good friends…? With that nice thought in mind, Mikoto directed a friendly smile at Sasha.

"Now then, it says here that you're a level three." Guy read from some papers in his hand. "Ability name... Limit burst. Well that doesn't sound too dangerous at least. Would you mind giving us a demonstration?"

‘Limit… burst…?’

Whispers exploded around the classroom, all of the students excitedly anticipating the display of the new girl’s power.

Biribiri. It was perhaps one of the most unusual name she came across and as she pondered whose name it could have been, the very person stood up from her seat in retaliation at the teacher who named her so. From Sasha's point of view, she was someone who was an exact opposite of her, someone whose facial expression changed as often as she breathed. One second she appeared angry at the teacher and the next she seemed genuinely curious of her new classmate now allocated to sit next to her. Biribiri seemed like the type of person who lifted everyone's mood, judging from her uproar and the giggles heard in the background at the thunderous revolt. It may have been a usual scene between this teacher and this student. Speaking of this teacher... it could have been her imagination but her instincts told her he was a very..

"Would you mind giving us a demonstration?"

Demonstration...?!

It was explained by Aleister over the phone that she was currently registered as a Esper with an ability named Limit Break. More or less this was to be the explanation behind her physical strength born from numerous magical experiements that were conducted on her body but now she was asked by the teacher to display a live demonstration of it in class... Normally this wouldn't have been a problem if she had a proper target or an enemy that was designated to be taken out, yet this was an ordinary classroom with almost ordinary middle school girls as her target audience who were Espers but not the sort she met in missions.

To be honest she was startled as to how she could go about demonstrating. Common sense told her that it was highly unwise to bring any physical harm on the students and the teacher, she could instead carefully lean against the wall until the wall cracked under pressure and crumble away to the next classroom, or maybe she could take the teacher's desk and turn it into a funsized marble... She also had to bear in mind that she must always keep herself in check lest she was the cause of a property damage. The first advice given to her to accomodate such requests were to ask in the most friendliest manner possible.

"Question no.2 - Which do you prefer, potential property damage or demonstation outside?" She tried to sound friendly but the question was still executed in her usual monotone voice. Some people may have even perceived it as a threat of some sort.


She pointed outside, a large empty field mainly used for the track and field team. Currently there were students running outside for a P.E class and beside them were a class busy with high-jumps but there was enough room on the side where the soccer teams have started to pack up for their next classes. At least on a empty field there was nothing in the way and nobody would have to be injured during the demonstration. Her face remaining expressionless turned to the teacher.

"Property damage."

Was he really a teacher? It would have made more sense for them to be outside for this demonstration... Regardless, she did what she was asked of and that was to get a clear answer before she did anything that might cause trouble for others.

"Acknowledged." she replied in a monotonous voice once again and took the paper weight in one hand. To what most would have considered heavy it was about as light as a feather in Sasha's hands. She was always lugging around roughly 1400 tonnes on her waist at all times so this was nothing, and she proceeded to crush this nothing as though she was molding a ball out of fresh clay. The gunmetal sang and screamed as it was molded forcefully, pressurized inside those tiny hands until it became about as small as the cellphone Aleister gave her. Perhaps normal common sense would have told her this would have sufficed as far as demonstrations went but for Sasha this wasn't exactly the end of the demonstration as she took the molded ball of paper weight towards the open window and looked towards the empty field next to the tennis courts where students practiced throwing javelins and shot-puts.

She raised her arm and threw the ball lightly, an action seemingly harmless as one might perceive a girl throwing a paper folded airplane, yet what left her fingertips wasn't anything as harmless or lightweight as a paper plane. Nor did it travel as whimsical as one, instead it traveled at the speed of 3136 miles per hour and before anyone could see just what happened all they could witness was a loud noise from outside accompanied by a huge dust cloud kicked up into the air leaving behind a small minuscule crater where the ball of former paper weight had landed buried deep into the ground unwilling to budge.

The class gasped, many leaning over their desks to get a better look at the Russian girl's subdued spectacle. There was no denying her story as far as they were concerned. Surely only an Esper ability could be capable of such a feat?

It wasn't until she tossed the twisted weight out the window that their gasps turned to  astounded chatter. They hurried to the windows, crowding around to witness the devastation.

Guy whistled appreciatively.

Shortly after the impromptu demonstration had concluded a knock at the door announced the presence of a harried looking young woman with glasses. 

"Li-sensei, the Head Master would like to speak with you..." She looked to be at her wits end, virtually shaking with what may have been either anxiety or rage. Guy couldn't tell which.

He laughed awkwardly.

Like the other class members, Mikoto watched with interest as Sasha displayed her incredible strength. And like everyone else, the brown-haired girl was very much impressed.

‘I wonder what level she is?’

Of course, anyone who entered Tokiwadai was level 3 or higher as a rule. If there was a new level 5, Mikoto was certain the news would have travelled like wildfire already. That meant she was either level 3 or 4…

‘??!!!’

Mikoto’s eyes widened in alarm as the blonde girl suddenly chucked the paper weight she had been demonstrating with out the open window. It flew at an astonishing speed, causing a huge ruckus outside where the object had landed.

As her classmates gathered around the windows to observe the scene, Mikoto hurried to follow suit, an immediate worry springing up in her mind.

‘Wasn’t that really dangerous?! Somebody could have been standing there and could have gotten seriously hurt…!’

She peered down out the window, almost afraid to look in case her worst fears would be confirmed. But only a small crater could be seen and she breathed out a small sigh of relief.

Mikoto heard a low whistle of appreciation. Spinning her head around to find the source, her eyes narrowed when they fixed upon Guy.

‘That irresponsible idiot!’

Although… Mikoto’s eyes turned to find Sasha. That blonde girl was the one who had been really reckless…

Only a minute had passed since the class had settled down from the excitement when there was a knock on the door.

"Li-sensei, the Head Master would like to speak with you..."

As Guy laughed awkwardly in response, Mikoto couldn’t help but let an amused smirk spread across her lips.

Perhaps that idiot would finally get some sense knocked into him.

There were no changes in the overseas transfer student's composure, her face remained as still as it had been since she came into the classroom unsurprised nor amused as to what just happened below where students came running towards the crash site. Only the students in the class were aware of just what happened, some still in disbelief at the methodical process of how the current events led up to the point they were witnessing outside. Already the Tokiwadai's school network was swarmed with text messages, even Mikoto noticed her phone vibrating inside her schoolbag of the new messages on the website.

An uproar. Sure enough there were those who created a Tokiwadai Urban Legend out of this. The horrifying Highspeed Unidentified Flying Metal Object [H.U.F.M.O] from Space apparently haunted the track and field club, raining the fields with steel debris from space when a certain quota of Yakisoba Bread were purchased each day. Possibly an urband legend created to scare away possible competition for the yakisoba bread which was often sold out within 2minutes every lunch time. Others claimed they've seen a giant green naked man who threw the ball from the other side of Academy City.



Sasha Kreutzev ignored the awes and weird looks, deciding that they'll eventually just accept it as a normal Esper thing... Was she supposed to hold back on her powers? If so she started to think that perhaps she might have overdone it abit. Afterall... she wasn't wearing the special device that was supposed to lock her powers down to 20% output. Sasha recalled the "device" her superior tried to convince her to wear to school. An exact replica of a eccentric perverted costume Vasilissa saw on a television upon arriving here. It was a decision she reached when she was going over the legal paperwork to get Sasha admissioned to Tokiwadai that her "ESPER" power should be Lv3 so she doesn't stand out. To do so Vasilissa had come up with a sacred garments that should have immensely weaken Sasha by sewing it out of holy cloth, blessed by the Pope and dyed in 5 layers of blessing mantra, what Vasilissa finished crafting on the 7th day of her mini project was a dress Sasha had predetermined she would not come to like it.


At this time and moment, the dress was stuffed inside her closet, buried inside the trunk containing her heavy tools... A carriage bag that Guy dared not lift lest he have a sudden wish to experience the sensation of becoming the first human pancake.

She sat down and attempted to engage a conversation with Mikoto as Guy-Sensei stormed off to the principal's office like a bat out of hell.

"I am a student from St.Versailles, Sasha Kreutzev. Question No1. Are students from Tokiwadai usually restless? Question No.2 If so what is the cause of their current restlessness?"

As Guy was ushered out of the classroom, leaving the students to take care of themselves, Mikoto felt a small throbbing headache start to form. Too many signals were going off at once from the various communication devices around the classroom, no doubt spreading word of the “demonstration” incident. The students too, were giggling and talking amongst themselves, discussing what had just happened. Many pairs of eyes snatched glances at the Russian student, most of them filled with curiosity.

The Level 5 caught vague snippets of meaning behind the electromagnetic wave signals, blurring together chaotically as she tried her hardest to zone them out. Even so, the words “H.U.F.M.O.” and “the green naked man” kept screaming out at her perceptions. Pouting with annoyance, Mikoto let out an irritated huff of breath as she leaned her arms onto her desk. She didn’t even want to know the details. People were obviously spreading unbelievable rumours again.

‘Even in a place like Academy City… To think people actually believe that kind of stuff…’

A certain long-haired, excitable friend came into mind and Mikoto lips turned upwards into a defeated smile. One of her very own friends was a massive urban legend enthusiast. Saten Ruiko always had a new rumour ready to tell every time they met. Some of them were so ridiculous it made Mikoto wonder if she was the only sane and logical person around.

Movement to her side caught her attention and Mikoto turned her head to find the new girl settling into her designated seat. She gave the blonde girl a friendly smile and opened her mouth to send her a proper introduction. But before she could even get a word out, Sasha was already speaking in that distinct, direct manner.

"I am a student from St.Versailles, Sasha Kreutzev. Question No1. Are students from Tokiwadai usually restless? Question No.2 If so what is the cause of their current restlessness?"

Mikoto blinked for a moment, taken aback at the sudden questions.

‘… Seriously... I think she can fire questions faster than I can fire my railguns…!’

Amusement twitching her lips back into that friendly smile, Mikoto spoke.

“I’m Misaka Mikoto, it’s very nice to meet you, Kreutzev-san.”

She looked around at her chattering classmates before turning back to Sasha with an easy-going smile.

“They’re just excited that’s all. It’s not everyday we get a new transfer student from Russia you know?" Mikoto grinned, eyes sparkling. "Especially not one with such a cool power like you have.”

Sasha stared at Mikoto through her long bangs of hair obstructing her view. She studied her taking mental notes as she interacted with an Esper for the first time without the fear of being killed by one. Going by official Holy doctrines, the girl before her would be labeled as a walking heresy waiting to be captured by heretic examiners, imprisoned, trialed and swiftly sentenced to death all in a day's work. Sasha was well aware of such trials, something the Church had whimsically decided to call it a Holy ethnic purging. In medieval times they used to call such practices a witch hunt. In a different time and place, Misaka Mikoto may have been labeled a witch and in turn it would have falled on Sasha's shoulders to extinguish her life. The very thought itself was unsettling given the current situation where she was trying to appear as a friendly exchange student.

Was it awkward for Mikoto as well? Judging from her facial expression it would have seemed like Sasha's worries were unnecessary.

"Especially not one with such a cool power like you have.”

A cool power? She never thought of it that way before, all this time it was a living reminder of what she was. Neither human nor a magician but a artificial vessel in a human shape and considering what she had been housing before she was salvaged from those ruins, she could be regarded as a demon if nothing else. But strangely enough she was the first person to regard her ability for what it was without questioning of it's dark origins. Perhaps... it might be ok to be around Espers if they can accept her existence as is, unlike the treatment back in the fold of the Church where she was feared as a living weapon by all but one individual who was even more monstrous than Sasha, Vasilissa, her superior.

It was only for a brief second but under the locks of hair, she smiled.

"Sasha." she extended her hand towards Mikoto. "You can call me Sasha. It's easier to pronounce than Kreutzev."

"Sasha,” the girl suddenly said. She extended a hand out towards her and Mikoto thought she saw a flash of a genuine smile under the curtain of blonde hair.

"You can call me Sasha. It's easier to pronounce than Kreutzev."

Recovering quickly from her surprise, Mikoto smiled back at the new student.

“Only if you call me Mikoto then,” she said teasingly, taking the girl’s hand with her own into a gentle grip. To the Electromaster, it was a sure sign of friendship, a mark of a beginning. It also delighted her that this new friend was willing to be on first-name basis, bringing them on completely equal ground. A part of her realised that this arrangement may only be temporary; that once Sasha finds out who Misaka Mikoto really was, she may distance herself away like so many others had done in the past… But the Level 5 quickly pushed those thoughts aside. What was important was now. Mikoto wanted to believe that this new friendship would be genuine and long-lasting. And so she did.

“So you’re from Russia, huh?” Mikoto released the grip on her hand and leaned back onto her desk thoughtfully. “What’s that place like?” Brown eyes filled with curiosity shined out eagerly at the new student, wanting to know more about this new friend. “How come you decided to move here?"

"Well if the Headmaster won't discipline you then I have no choice but to do it myself! An- Are you even paying attention to me?" The bespectacled woman asked with a beleaguered sigh.

For his part, the young man was staring off into the distance with the bored, defiant look of a cat wilfully ignoring its owner's misplaced demands. It was a look that made it clear that the boy was occupied with other thoughts, his mind in a place far away from the matters at hand.

Guy was doing anything but paying attention to her.

She jerked backwards suddenly, and couldn’t see her console screen anymore due to dust.

“…What the fuck?”

This kind of vulgar language wasn’t fit to a lady from Tokiwadai, yet she didn’t concern herself with her way of speaking due to the fact that her gaming session was interrupted by a loud explosion-like noise.

She looked out by the window, and somehow made out a crater in the clouds of dust.

“I repeat: What the fuck?”

She left her classroom in search of the source of the crater; surely this crater wasn’t here when she arrived.

She hurried to the second-years classroom, to take the occasion to quickly check on the new student she had heard about from the third-years while she was getting information about the crater.
When she arrived in the classroom, someone else followed behind her.

"Li-sensei, the Head Master would like to speak with you..."

While turning her head towards the classroom’s teacher (who was laughing awkwardly), her gaze met another girl’s.

After the teacher had left for the Head Master’s room, she grabbed that girl and took her outside.

“H-hey, wait!”

“No. What happened?”

“Eh?”

The girl was taken aback by the sudden stop of Natsumi, which was followed by a question just as sudden.

“What, happened? Surely this crater wasn’t here this morning, unless I’m going insane, and I want the whole story too.”

“Ah, it’s the transfer student’s ability; it looks really powerful doesn’t it?”

“I don’t care, continue.”

“Ehh, well, Li-sensei asked for her to do a demonstration of her power by property damage, and when she threw a metallic object it ended up like that”

The girl had a hard time getting the words out, due to being intimidated by a third-year, an unsocial one at that.

Natsumi was struck speechless at a particular part of what she said

“…Wait, he asked her to demonstrate by PROPERTY DAMAGE?”

“Eh?! Ah! Y-Yes, I think! I’m sorry!”

(…Wait, why are you apologizing… Oh well…)

She let go of the girl’s arm, and walked off while taking her console back out of her pocket.

While grabbing the girl when she was in the classroom, she had spotted a glimpse of the new student, or at least her long blonde hair wasn’t familiar at all to her.

(Well, if she’s a transfer student then I have all the time in the world to learn about her, but first of all I think I’ll go to the Head Master’s room, better catch a bird in flight.)

She had planned to ask a few questions to Guy, him probably being the only teacher she had seen in her life to propose property damage as a way of demonstration, especially in a school like Tokiwadai.

While leaning against the wall in front of the Head Master’s room and pulling her console out, she though that waiting for Guy would also maybe provide a good excuse to her skipping classes, as she just wanted to focus on her games for the rest of the day.

Natsumi was pulled from the wall by an arm that slung itself over her shoulder in an overly-familiar manner.

"Sorry Yomiko-chan, I've got urgent business to attend to." He walked the girl towards the end of the corridor as he casually called over his shoulder to the fuming young teacher. She bit her lip to keep from cursing at his retreating form. After all, such behaviour wouldn't do in front of the students...

"So, what did you need me for?" He asked as they rounded a corner before quickly changing tact. "Thanks." He loosened his collar and lowered the arm around Natsumi's shoulder to his side. The young teacher composed himself as he walked away. "I don't know how much more of that I could take. For a librarian she really likes to yell..." He muttered, ambling towards his classroom again.

Oh how she hated being pulled by the arm, though she dismissed it as she noticed a very noisy person next to her and just wanted to get away from the noise.

"So, what did you need me for?"

She sighed, and answered… At least that was what she planned to.

"Thanks. I don't know how much more of that I could take. For a librarian she really likes to yell..."

With that, he casually started to walk off towards his classroom. Did he believe that she was there only to get him out of trouble?
She fastened her pace and grabbed him by the collar he had loosened.

“Where the hell are you going? Do you seriously ask questions and walk off without even letting me answer? And heck that was a librarian...? So much for the Head Master calling you.”

She groaned and carried on, not paying attention to the fact that she was speaking quite rudely to a teacher.

“I originally intended to separately ask questions, but since it seems that you’re in a HURRY, I’ll ask them all at once."

She stretched out the ‘hurry’ part to make Guy understand she was being ironic.

First: Why does a teacher asks a student to demonstrate her power by property damage? Do you not give a damn about the school or what?
Second: I still can’t comprehend why a male specimen got the role of teacher in an all-girls high-class middle school like Tokiwadai.
Third: What the hell is up with that new student?”

As she said, she had asked all of her questions at once, keeping an iron grip on Guy’s collar to make sure he wouldn’t casually walk off again until she was done with everything she wanted to say.

“So you’re from Russia, huh?”

Yes she was. Sasha had mentioned this from the beginning and she seemed somewhat happy that her new Esper friend managed to remember little details.

“What’s that place like?”

Cold... and for a second she was actually tempted to answer her question with the first answer that came to her mind. Cold. But after thinking about what Vasilissa had mentioned before her departure she thought long and hard about how to best answer Mikoto's vague question. Whether it was day or night the temperature was freezing cold that ordinary people would find themselves wrapped up in multiple layers of clothes in fear of freezing to death. But that wasn't the kind of detail she wanted to share, at least considering this was a first impression. A first impression... what was a good subject to mention about Russia? Perhaps it was worth mentioning about the many untold news about the struggles between various military factions and the graveyards and ruins littered with broken down Tanks and other military vehicles.... while the news would indeed be catchy and surprising to hear for someone whose never been to Russia... perhaps it wasn't exactly the type of information she wanted her new friend in Academy City to affiliate her with. She needed something less to do with the horrors of Russia and something good, something worth mentioning to a stranger living on another side of the world to her and as she was eliminating through the topics that came through her mind she shortlisted to the last one.

"Vodka tastes good in Russia." Sasha replied, retaining the silent smile as she clearly named the alcoholic beverage foreign to Misaka Mikoto.

Vodka....? what was Vodka?

And just as she managed to answer one question she was bombarded with another. The new friend was firing questions like a railgun on steroids.

“How come you decided to move here?"

Sasha tried to ponder about this herself. Why was she chosen specifically to move here? Officially she was here as a diplomatic ambassador from the Russian Orthodox Church yet she knew Vasilissa could have easily chosen someone else for the job of filling in as an ambassador. Going by that perverted woman's true intentions it was likely to keep her here and spy on her using a perverted magical device to watch her every move and push Sasha into any excuse to dress her up in something twisted and perverted. This wasn't too far from the truth as she found evidence of clay golem eyes peering inside the shower room of the hotel room she booked for Sasha in advance... a reason why she has chosen to move out of that establishment from Day 1. Then there was also Vasilissa's parting words, to experience being a normal girl in a normal environment. It was uncharacteristic of her to say the least and before she knew it she voiced her answers into one long sentence.

"Hypothesis No1. It's likely I was sent here as an Ambassador and to please my superior who wishes to see me pushed into perverted opportunities involving rare cosplays but at the same time it's also likely that I was sent to experience a normal life." So she ended up saying everything that was on her mind without a single hesitation.

"Question No1. Where are you currently staying and do you have additional space for a transfer student?"

Guy jerked backwards as his collar was seized by the insistent girl. After a brief flicker of shock he smiled comfortably again as though at a pleasant surprise.


“Where the hell are you going? Do you seriously ask questions and walk off without even letting me answer? And heck that was a librarian...? So much for the Head Master calling you. I originally intended to separately ask questions, but since it seems that you’re in a HURRY, I’ll ask them all at once."

When he realised that this encounter was not going in the direction he had hoped his eyes wandered across the hallway apathetically. Having exchanged a lecture for an interrogation he wondered if he had really made the right choice.

First: Why does a teacher asks a student to demonstrate her power by property damage? Do you not give a damn about the school or what? 
Second: I still can’t comprehend why a male specimen got the role of teacher in an all-girls high-class middle school like Tokiwadai.
Third: What the hell is up with that new student?”

"One: No." He raised a finger.
"Two: That's not a question." He raised a second finger.
"Three: She's Russian. Really strong. Doesn't speak much." He went to walk away again. "Beyond that why don't you ask her yourself?" His feet carried on without him and he looked back at the girl's iron grip on his collar. He tugged at his shirt with a confused expression before looking back to Natsumi's face with a polite smile. 

"You're stronger than you look, you know that?" He sounded almost worried.

“One: No.
Two: That’s not a question.
Three: She’s Russian. Really strong. Doesn’t speak much. Beyond that why don’t you ask her yourself?”

…At least he had the merit of being honest when asked for whenever he cared about school property.

He started walking off again, before realizing the iron grip she had on his collar.

“You’re stronger than you look, you know that?”

“Better not judge a book by its cover.
My bad, I poorly formulated that, I repeat: Why did a male specimen like you get the role of teacher in a high-class middle school like Tokiwadai? I’m curious.
And stop trying to walk away if you don’t want your collar to get damaged.”

She had used the exact same words, except that they were more adapted for a question rather than an affirmation.

What she was really curious about is why they accepted a male teacher in an environment full of girls. Most of the girls probably never spoke up with a male friend.

“Also, do I look like the type of person who’d peacefully walk up to a new student and get all friendly with them? …Not to mention that cloud of dust got into my console…”

“Better not judge a book by its cover.
My bad, I poorly formulated that, I repeat: Why did a male specimen like you get the role of teacher in a high-class middle school like Tokiwadai? I’m curious.
And stop trying to walk away if you don’t want your collar to get damaged.”

“Also, do I look like the type of person who’d peacefully walk up to a new student and get all friendly with them? …Not to mention that cloud of dust got into my console…”

"Oh, I get it, you think you're better than that." He smirked accusingly.

"Well maybe you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover." He shrugged emphatically. "I happen to be pretty good at my job, for one." He said.

"Oh, I get it, you think you're better than that."

His smirk really pissed her off, but she didn't wanted to dare getting mad at him in the middle of a corridor, she had enough lectures from her teachers and the dorm mistress, and didn't want to add to her charges.

"Well maybe you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. I happen to be pretty good at my job, for one.”

She sighed, it didn’t seem like he got the point she was trying to make so she elaborated, while glaring at him for that smirk.

“No, not really, I’d just like people to not damage my stuff without prior warning… Not that I’d actually consent on it, considering I’m the one who bought it.
The point I’m trying to make is that I don’t understand why you, a guy, was chosen to be a teacher in a school full of girls who probably rarely ever talks to guys. “

She knew, but couldn’t admit to him (or probably anyone at that matter) that most of the misunderstandings people got from what she said were mostly due to her poor social skill.

"And the point I was trying to make... Is that perhaps gender isn't the important thing. Now, if you don't mind, I have a situation to control."

While he tugged at her wrist, she looked at him, eyes filled with boredom.

“You're not answering my question as to how you got here, but oh well. I’ll let you go if you justify my absence from classes today. Take it as a payback for earlier.”

Surely that girl had guts to openly ask that to a teacher, her justification being that she had not played her quota of games. Of course she refrained from mentioning it to Guy.