Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:MvM2 Depth6 (section)

===Part 1===

They were seated in the seiza style.

In this day and age.

The girls of Tokiwadai Middle School included the daughters of corporate presidents, holders of kazoku titles, and even an actual princess, but they were all seated in the seiza style on Camouflaged Carrier Izanami’s long landing runway. Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki were no exception. Without mats or cushions below them, their legs really hurt.

(Oh, ohh, ohhhhhh…)

“Listen, you fools!!” roared the monstrous teacher – no, the monstrous dorm manager – who had arrived from the landing ship.

Mikoto’s circumstances were none of her concern.

Solid footsteps rang from the deck.

An adult woman with black hair, glasses, and a tight skirt suit paced back and forth, her back ramrod straight.

The beginnings of dawn lit the horizon.

Mikoto was blowing in the sea breeze like dried grass and she didn’t even want to calculate exactly how much time had passed.

Such a waste of her life.

“It doesn’t matter what this place is or what the situation is! You are still students of Tokiwadai Middle School! Thus, any of you whose behavior is not befitting of that title shall be punished to correct your behavior. Listen, do not forget this even in death. Greet each other with ‘how do you do’, always strive for excellence in both literary and athletic pursuits, be thoughtful and kind to all, and always hold a ladylike hand over your mouth when you laugh! Do not think a little thing like traveling to another world conveniently excuses you from your duty as students!!!!”

The blonde mass next to Mikoto was trembling.

Seated and hanging her head, Shokuhou Misaki chose to speak.

In a barely audible whisper.

“I thought other worlds were supposed to be fun. I thought you were supposed to be so overpowered no one could stand in your way.”

“Shokuhou? I don’t recall granting you the lofty right to speak. Do not speak unless I ask you a question, boneless she-ham.”

Even that insult wasn’t enough for her to pull out a remote. No, the fact that she wasn’t willing to act carelessly was enough to establish the power balance. Her fangs as a high-level esper and her pride as an influential young woman had both been broken. Shattered even.

Misaka Mikoto rubbed her hands together in her seiza position.

This was a look she could never let Uiharu Kazari or Saten Ruiko see. She felt so thoroughly cornered her smile was stiff on her face.

“Heh…eh heh…eh heh heh. B-b-b-but, Madam Dorm Manager, we were dumped into this dangerous world and we were attacked before we could even get our bearings. We were responding to an emergency. If we hadn’t fought back, the first anti-ship missile would have killed us all. S-so can’t we call it self-defense and put it all behind us?”

“We cannot.”

“…”

“Karaoke, bowling, swimming, a sauna, and even beauty treatments? You have been living it up on this unfamiliar ship – including gorging yourselves on luxury foods. What about that was an unavoidable part of the bare necessity required to protect your lives and property? Does the act of preserving your lives really have such poor cost performance? Hm?”

That was the issue?

But she had a point. There was no denying they had indulged in the luxuries found aboard the Izanami. If you ran into trouble in the mountains, there was nothing wrong with wandering into an unfamiliar mansion seeking help, but it would still be indecent to start raiding the fridge without the family’s permission.

There had been an implicit understanding that they were free to do what they liked since they were in another world, but the dorm manager had just smashed that.



Arriving in another world was not enough to escape Tokiwadai Middle School.



Right?

Right.

Mikoto’s smile froze on her face, but she still spoke in a vanishingly quite voice.

“Those grownup arguments aren’t fair.”

“Call it the power of order necessary to restrain unstable children with deadly power at their disposal. …And, Misaka, when did I grant you the lofty right to speak? This is my time to talk.”

Whatever the case, it was a hellish time.

And it didn’t sound like the storm would be passing on any time soon.

The only girl who didn’t seem bothered was YF-22A in her long-sleeved black leotard. She alone was not seated in the seiza style.

As an outsider to Tokiwadai, she was lying prone on the landing runway and grinning over at the Tokiwadai students while kicking her feet. The locals had all the luck.

“Heh hehh♪ Now this is a nice view, dumbasses. It’s what every last one of you deserves. Peh heh heh.”

“You need to learn your lesson too, giant metallic girl. Come here and sit.”

“Eh!?”

The stealth fighter initially reacted with surprise, but then she looked to the students for help.

Every last one of them refused to look her in the eye.

Mikoto felt bad for abandoning her like that.

“B-but I’m not part of your Tokiwadai group, so its rules don’t apply to-”

“As you can plainly see, I am brimming with mercy and benevolence. I couldn’t help but notice your lack of education, so I am offering to provide it pro bono. I will transform you into a proper lady. Shall we start with your manners and etiquette? Really, you are such a lucky brat. If you know how exclusive Tokiwadai is, you would be shedding tears of appreciation.”

“Hgheeee,” groaned YF-22A as she shrank down in fear.

She would have been fine if she had only behaved herself, but that idiot just had to draw attention to herself in that dorm manager’s presence.