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Chapter 457 Sound the Euphonium!

noon.

The sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays bathing the land of Honno City, baking the ruins of the ground and buildings, as well as a large number of students lying on the ground like salted fish, until they were completely dehydrated.

From dawn onwards, a series of battles and unexpected events unfolded, including an abrupt final battle, a berserk space war, and the occurrences of the "Overlay Invasion," "Shinra's Shadow," and "Heavenly Property" incidents...

It dealt a series of blows to all the students of the Instinct Word, and even the strongest minds would feel dizzy and see stars.

After a busy morning, from being cheerleaders to battling with the clothes and escaping the aftermath of a fierce battle, if the trainees weren't soldiers specially trained by the Instinct Academy, they probably wouldn't be able to get up anymore.

Of course, this excludes the strongest on the surface.

Fortunately, on this sweltering afternoon, there was a giant popsicle made of primal combat life fibers in front of us, which could cool everyone down.

So the fallen trainees crawled on the ground like zombies, shouting "Water, water!" as they climbed to the edge of the iceberg and sat in a circle. Fortunately, the primitive life combat fibers were large enough to accommodate these 18,000 people.

The kind-hearted Ice Maiden, seeing the students in such a miserable state, kindly created shaved ice for everyone out of thin air. However, she was also a little curious as to why everyone had the same face.
"He's practically a clone..."

"There's no need to be so clear about the matter of instinct."

Having received the shaved ice filled with the scent of demonic energy, Jagi pointed at Kurumi while eating, saying, "She can do this too."

"Whoa!"

"Come alive!"

The students started shouting and making a ruckus.

Things have progressed to this point, and the atmosphere is such that a banquet would normally be held in Gensokyo. However, the great battle in space is not yet over, and the mastermind behind it all, the Six Faces Boss, has not been completely defeated. Opening champagne halfway through the event would be a big no-no.

"Lord Satsuki..."

"And what about that transfer student? Will they be alright?"

Although the Four Heavenly Kings of Instinct have a resounding reputation, they are ultimately just students in their teens and twenties. Unable to observe the space battle with the vision of an astronomical telescope, they asked worriedly.

Occasionally, tiny streaks of light, like shooting stars, can be seen streaking across the sky, but most other things are no longer visible.

It's not that I'm worried they'll lose, it's just... what if they get lost in space? The last ultimate being to fly into space hasn't come back yet.

"Don't worry, kids."

The mysterious monster that appeared out of nowhere smiled and said, while holding a cool shaved ice, it casually tore open a dark gap.

Countless eerie eyes peeked from the deep crevice, and a wicked bow hung above them, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

"what is this?"

The worldview he had just established was shattered once again, and before he could even pick it up, something even more inexplicable happened—

Yukari Yakumo quickly finished off the refreshing ice cream, then stretched out her slender, fair hands and reached her entire upper body inside, as if searching for something.

About two seconds later, the golden-haired, purple-eyed demon flicked its finger, tearing two shadows out of the eerie crack—

"Here, take it back."

"Waaaaaah? What happened?!"

Ryuko, who was just arguing with Kiryuin Satsuki in space about which place they came from and which direction they should fly back from, suddenly found a hand appearing in the void, grabbing the blood-stained suspenders, and then pulling her into a terrifyingly dark place.

As Ryuko screamed in panic, the scenery before her eyes changed rapidly, and she was thrown backwards.

Shana made her move before she hit the ground on her forehead, causing chaos and falling around her.

"..."

Setting aside Ryuko, who was a head taller than her, Shana looked at her, still shaken, and sighed helplessly.

"I'm saying—you've been to space, you should be a little more mature, shouldn't you?"

She glanced at Kiryuin Satsuki, who remained calm throughout, though she could see the surprise in her eyes. She began to wonder if they were really sisters.

Despite being only a year apart in age and having similar strength, with Ryuko perhaps even being slightly stronger, their personalities are vastly different.

Of course, Kiryuin Satsuki is on a completely different level of maturity compared to girls of the same age.

"Eh?"

Ryuko shook her head, scratching her hair sheepishly. Her divine robes had transformed into a normal sailor uniform, and her scissors were neatly placed beside her.

Have they already returned to Earth? So quickly?
"Hahaha…"

Ryuko saw the blonde woman in the purple Taoist robe and waved to her with a big smile.

"Zi, Sister Zi..."

With an awkward smile on her face, she finally realized that the only person who could directly retrieve them from space was Yakumo Yukari, who possessed spatial abilities.

However, she had only heard about it before and had never experienced it firsthand, so it was really difficult for her to react to the gap immediately.

"Now everyone's here..."

Jagi looked around, saw familiar faces, nodded in satisfaction, and felt a strange sensation rising in his heart—this seemed to be the first time that the world boss had been defeated without him even lifting a finger.

With one Guilongyuan Luo Xiao and one Primal Battle Life Fiber, the two strongest opponents in the entire world were both under his control. He hadn't even moved twice while sitting here, and he had used less effort than when he clapped.

However, doesn't this mean that under his leadership, the Kaleidoscope is thriving?

It's getting better!

"Hey, music!"

Jia Ji snapped his fingers and shouted.

"It's time to start the banquet!"

The classical music band, which had already assembled and was ready, seemed to have received some signal. Under the leadership of the Cultural Affairs Committee Chairman, Hebi Noon, they played celebratory background music in a very appropriate manner.

—It's a very cheerful piece of music.

「ギリギリ爱～キリキリ Dance～ギリギリ爱～キリキリ Dance～ギリキリ爱～」

Thousands of black musical notes danced in mid-air, and a powerful shockwave pushed aside the surrounding air, creating a deafening sound. The heart-shaped symbol got too close, and all the students were blasted away.

"What kind of singing is that? It's ear-piercing!"

"very noisy!"

"It sounds... kind of nice?"

"Isn't this the brass band? Who's singing?" The audience complained, but to the energetic and rhythmic music, they couldn't help but shake their legs, completely unable to control their bodies, and all the students made corresponding movements in accordance with the rhythm of the music.

Up.

"Wait, wait a minute! Change the song quickly!"

Seeing that his own thighs were shaking, Jacques quickly stopped them. And what the hell was this, mixing heavy metal and electronic music into the classical music section? Who taught them to do that?
The wind instrument section readily complied and immediately changed the piece to a new one.

"Fly away now~ Fly away now~ Fly away~ Let's fly away now~ Let's fly away now~ Fly away now~"

The energetic background music started up again, but it was still high-pitched and passionate rock music, combined with the electronic female vocals, which suddenly exploded!

“That’s right, this matches the trigger… no!”

Just as Jia Ji was about to offer a few words of praise, his expression changed drastically, and he jumped up.

"Who told you to play this song! Change it to another one!"

In short, it was a chaotic and disorderly scene. The students of the Instinct Words and musical notes flew around in the sky, and laughter echoed above the Instinct Words, creating a jubilant atmosphere.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Instinct Wardrobe

In front of the mirror in the fitting room.

"...Do you really want to wear it?"

A pair of long, pointed ears twitched, and her small eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment. The white-haired elf girl was not holding her own staff, but a white school sailor uniform.

No, nobody told her she had to wear this when she came over.

The great mage Frillie, who only wanted to get two new outfits for herself and her disciples to save on her already meager travel expenses, fell silent as she looked at the youthful and beautiful sailor uniform in her hand.

First, she could sense a strange power within the garment, giving her the feeling of a living monster; it must be the "Life Dimension" they spoke of that could enhance physical attributes. Second…

“Ahem… Lord Jagi said that if you refuse, there are other options available.”

An unnamed staff member, seemingly having planned this all along, excitedly lifted the lid of a huge object covered by a white sheet.

"DOUTONBORI ROBO! Although it looks simple, it is actually very mobile. It can be controlled by simply having the user insert the naked robot horizontally into it..."

"Let's keep this one!"

Frillie made a decision immediately.

Although she didn't know what "horizontal insertion" meant in the instructions for "DTR," her intuition as a great mage who had lived for over a thousand years told her that it was best not to delve into it.

Instead of this thing, let's choose the sailor uniform... Even if it doesn't fit her, there's always Feren, right? Let's get one for Shutark too, maybe he'll like it.

Moreover, ordinary clothes are too easy to tear during combat. Even though this uniform with "life combat dimension" looks strange, since it has the function of changing according to body shape... I have no choice but to choose it!

Aikuro Mikisugi, who was enthusiastically promoting his own mecha, stiffened and turned to the next target—

A vibrant girl with orange pigtails and wearing a yellow, oversized-sleeved top, with an innocent yet precocious look that belies her age.

"Have you heard of the Dotonbori robot?!"

"Excuse me, I've seen enough robots already!"

Aihara Enju seemed to recall something, and felt quite resentful—if she brought this thing back, it would definitely cause a huge uproar at her school.

It's important to understand that many trainees have been surrounded by high-powered weapons since they were conscious of something, so while not all of them are mechanical enthusiasts, they are not far off.

Moreover, the Mechanical Order they formed is currently competing with their Heavenly Jewel Girls' Club for the overall ranking in the battle. If they bring this thing over at this time, wouldn't they just be increasing the opponent's combat power for nothing?
She stomped on her combat boots, the dull thud echoing as they hit the ground—the reinforced life fiber mixed with metallic chromium wouldn't break even if she struck with all her might.

The girl made an apologetic gesture to the strange blue-haired man in front of her, then disappeared, leaving behind an afterimage and two deep footprints on the ground.

"I won't give up!"

Even after being rejected, he did not give up. Aikuro Mikisugi was doing his best to make everyone understand the beauty of robots and nudity. He looked at the military-uniformed women who were visiting the academy under the guidance of the Four Heavenly Kings in the distance.

"Ok?"

A gaze as sharp as a knife pierced through his body.

Even though the distance was very far, just hearing a single syllable made Aikuro Mikisugi tremble uncontrollably. He felt an extremely heavy pressure and shock that seemed to be acting on his mind.

He immediately decided in his heart that he should just go for the next one...

Why is he so persistent in trying to get people to give up clothing and choose DTR?

—Because it's not over yet.

—Although Kiryuin Ryou has been defeated by those two, the war between humans and clothing is not over yet…

At least that's how he sees it.

The original combat life fibers now lie quietly in the laboratory beneath the word "Instinct," being dismantled and dismantled by a genuine mad scientist. Hundreds of millions of garments possessing life combat dimensions are dormant...

If Kiryuin Satsuki, Matoi Ryuko, or even someone who is completely entangled in the clothes at this moment, were to succumb to the temptation and choose to accept this power, then the Clothing Disaster would once again sweep across humanity.

Even if they manage to endure it, who can guarantee that these strange girls who are trying on four-star, five-star... or even nine-star and ten-star uniforms won't be controlled by the clothes?

That's right, even if everyone thinks they've won, he won't let his guard down or drop all vigilance!

—This is his realization of loving Kuro Mikisugi!

—It's not because DTR is looked down upon that it's red-hot!

Just then, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise.

"One star?!"

The girl complained unhappily, her cascading black bangs swept back with one hand, her wine-red eyes gleaming as if she were indignant.

"Why am I the only one wearing a one-star uniform?!"

Kurumi Tokisaki looked at the magic detective outfit specially sewn for her with some disdain. Although she liked the style, one star seemed a bit too low!

Enju, who had just run out, wore a simple "raincoat" with five stars on it, while Esdeath and Yukari Yakumo were wearing nine-star ones.

Even Hibiki Tachibana, who is also a transformation type and wears the Extreme Uniform as her everyday clothes, and Frilian, who is a magician, are both easily three-star.
Jagi glanced at her disdainfully.

"What can be done, and what can be done about it?"

(End of this chapter)