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"My ears are full of that music."
The bathroom in the morning was bleak.
"... I dreamed at night that I became Kizuki classmate." Sato Lido looked at his palm and muttered to himself, "I transformed..."
"..."
Even so, when you wake up, you're still a man of steel. Don't be sad!
The initiator of all this, Cymbidium Japonicum, covered her face and walked past silently.
When she passed by Mount Aoyama Is Elegant in the corridor, she heard him humming the BGM during the transformation with a face full of enjoyment.
In a way, Aoyama was really a very powerful person.
The next day of training,
Teacher Aizawa did not let Cymbidium Japonicum continue the cassette transformation practice.
When the students of Class A, who were listening to the teacher's assignment of tasks, heard this,
They all inexplicably heaved a sigh of relief.
If she had another day of transformation,
It could be considered mental pollution.
Cymbidium Japonicum's situation was different from the others,
Ōta Aizawa's requirement for her was to master the existing skills as much as possible and explore the limits of the skills.
For example, how often could she use "Corona Of The Moon"? What was the limit of its power? Would frequent use reduce its power? Could she control it autonomously?
If she was not familiar with it, she had to be familiar with it. If she did not understand it, she had to keep digging — not only for this ability,
If there were new changes in the future,
She had to study them thoroughly,
She had to turn the borrowed ability into her own personality.
So Cymbidium Japonicum faced a cliff,
She kept throwing Corona Of The Moon out, flying back, and throwing out... she felt like a robot. Fortunately, other than the first use that needed to be accompanied by slogans and actions, she could use it directly afterward.
Otherwise, Class A would spend the day with a new piece of music.
After familiarizing herself with the intensity of this training,
It did not seem so unbearable,
Even after training every day,
Everyone would consciously go to cook, and there was a fixed role assignment.
For example, Sharo Sejima chopping firewood, Bombardment Jelly lighting a fire … Explode chopping vegetables?
After eating and drinking to their heart's content and tidying up, they actually organized a "Courage Test" when they wanted to go to the hot spring.
A must-have summer activity when going out for the night!
It finally felt like a class activity.
Sana Ashido was moved to tears.
Then, he learned that the students who failed would have to continue to attend tutoring classes.
She burst into tears.
Cymbidium Japonicum, as a failed student who did not participate in the combat test, was also brought back to the facility by Mr. Aizawa.
Although it was a pity that he couldn't participate in group activities, it was still a rare opportunity to have a specialized intensive tutoring.
But can't you bring us to class in a more dignified manner?
As soon as he pushed open the classroom door, he saw Monokuma Naruto from Class B. His strange laughter had just sounded.
"Oh, I want to go to the toilet." Cymbidium Japonicum whispered to Sana Ashido, "I'll go and be back soon. If Mr. Aizawa asks, just say that I'm going to the toilet."
Cymbidium Japonicum held her stomach and rushed into the toilet of the facility. After using the toilet, she pushed open the door of the cubicle and stopped in her tracks.
It was not a washstand outside.
Instead, it was a quiet housing area. Through the low courtyard walls, she could see the light coming from the houses and the shadows of the owners on the glass. The air had the unique heat of summer, mixed with the sound of cicadas, and the twinkling stars in the distant sky. It was a peaceful and harmonious summer scenery.
However, the lines of the scenery were a little blurry, with the edges of water, and there were even blurry patches of color in the distance.
"Uh …" Cymbidium Japonicum's hand gripped the handle of the toilet cubicle tightly, and she turned her head to look behind her.
The toilet was still working, and it made a flushing sound.
She silently closed the cubicle door, paused for a few seconds, and then pushed it open again.
It was still the same summer night outside, and it did not become the washstand that was supposed to appear.
"Is someone using their personality to play a prank?" Cymbidium Japonicum said, a little confused. She tentatively stretched her feet out of the cubicle and the street.
Nothing happened.
After a moment of hesitation, she stepped out. She turned her head to look at the open door of the toilet cubicle, which stood alone on the street like a public toilet, and carefully stepped forward.
She pushed out with both hands, feeling her way forward like a blind person.
If it was a fantasy created by their personality, perhaps only the things in front of them changed, but the washstand was still in the same place.
Cymbidium Japonicum estimated the distance between the washstand and the cubicle, and reached out to touch it, but she touched nothing.
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