Unspeakable bubbles

"Hmm, you're still as polite as ever. I told you, when it's just the two of us, please be casual," Professor Nakamura said casually without looking up.

“Yes, Professor.” Misa Ohara answered respectfully, standing quietly without moving unless he gave her any further instructions.

Time passed quietly, and the old man seemed to have forgotten about Misa Ohara. He carefully flipped through the documents, and the only sound in the room was the soft rustling of pages turning.

About forty minutes later, Professor Nakamura let out a long sigh of relief, looked up and saw Misa, and asked with some surprise, "Misa, when did you come in? You didn't even say anything."

"The student just said that he didn't say anything because he saw the professor was focused on his work," Misa Ohara said, showing no sign of displeasure.

"Yes, you've met the new transfer student, haven't you?"

"Is it that little girl named Bubble?" Misa Ohara was quite surprised. In her memory, this professor shouldn't care about trivial matters like transfer students.

"It's her. Come, take a look too." Professor Nakamura pointed to the documents on the table, smiling kindly.

Slightly startled, Misa Ohara's heart was filled with turmoil.

Finally, this day has come!

She clenched her fists tightly, and a blush rose to her face.

She couldn't help but be excited; she had been waiting for this day for far too long.

On the surface, Misa Ohara is a teacher at this school, but she also has another identity.

She is a mysterious seeker!

She sees through the hidden truth of this chaotic world!

She possesses knowledge that is unimaginable to ordinary people!

She is an apprentice in a mysterious realm, striving towards that supreme realm.

Yes, being an apprentice is only temporary; she firmly believes that she will be able to reach a higher level in the near future.

The old man in front of her was her mentor, her guide in the realm of mystery.

For a long time, her mentor only taught her some basic occult knowledge, neither letting her practice it nor letting her master anything more profound.

Misa Ohara was very dissatisfied. She thought, "I've given so much, and this is how you're going to get rid of me?"

Fortunately, she is a patient person.

It's okay to feel dissatisfied, just don't show it.

While trying to understand her mentor, she also put on a well-behaved mask.

If you say go east, I will never go west.

You don't let me look through the files in those cabinets, so I never touch them.

If you don't continue to teach new knowledge, I will consolidate and reinforce what I have learned, and no matter how much I yearn for it, I will never reveal it.

She succeeded. At first, the professor had six apprentices, and she was just one of them, inconspicuous, at most related to him.

Years later, at this very moment, the professor has only one apprentice by his side, and that is Misa Ohara!

My efforts have finally paid off. It's clear from the professor's words that he wants me to delve deeper into this field; otherwise, he would never have let me see these documents.

"No wonder, you're getting old. Who knows when you'll kick the bucket? You'll still have to rely on me."

Thinking this, Misa Ohara obediently sat down next to the old man and began searching for the things she had been dreaming of.

Although she really wanted to study what was written there carefully, she skimmed through it so as not to keep the old man waiting.

As she watched, Misa Ohara's expression turned strange.

Private Cherry Elementary School, Apricot, Foreigner, Erosion, Mysterious Senior, Gift... Bubble.

After a long pause, Misa Ohara asked uncertainly, "That bubble involved... could it be..."

"It's this transfer student, Bubble." Professor Nakamura smiled, confirming her guess.

Chapter 28, Section 028: We're all one family

"Misa, pay close attention to that bubble."

Professor Nakamura then asked, "You've met her, what do you think of her?"

“An obedient little girl, very ordinary.” Misa Ohara pondered for a moment before giving her opinion.

"Ordinary? She's anything but ordinary."

Professor Nakamura said meaningfully, "Even if she was just an ordinary little girl before, she became extraordinary after receiving the gift of Chaos."

"A gift from chaos?" Misa Ohara paused, then cautiously asked, "Mentor, that box of cookies must have been a gift from Kyoko. Although she's suspected of being a C-rank, but..."

She didn't continue speaking, but her meaning was already clear.

How can a gift from a mere mutant polluter be considered a gift from chaos?

"Yes, that's a good question."

Professor Nakamura did not get angry at his student's minor questioning; instead, he praised him.

"Misa, tell me what the malignant mutated polluted people look like in your impression."

'Malignant? What do you mean? There are different types of mutations?' Misa Ohara immediately noticed Professor Nakamura's choice of words.

"Professor, malignant mutation..." She had just started speaking when she noticed the professor looking at her with a smile, and immediately stopped talking.

“Hmm, I think those mutated, corrupted people are irritable, neurotic, bloodthirsty, and very dangerous.” Misa Ohara changed the subject.

"They're all negative impressions, that's right. So why did they turn out like this after their mutation?" Professor Nakamura asked, as if testing him.

“Because they are too close to chaos,” Misa Ohara tried to state her conjecture.

"Hmm?" Professor Nakamura was taken aback. He had never given the answer to this question before, and he had originally intended to take this opportunity to say it.

"Ah, it's all just Misa's own wild imagination." Misa thought she had said something wrong and became a little nervous.

Professor Nakamura waved his hand: "No, continue."

"...Because they were so close, they were corrupted by chaos."

Misa Ohara said carefully, "Physical mutations and a tendency toward extremism are all manifestations of being corrupted."

"Misa, you really surprise me."

Professor Nakamura clapped his hands. "I never taught you any of these things. You were able to think of them on your own. That's good, very good."

Misa Kohara lowered her head slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Following this line of thought, the minds of those deeply mutated and contaminated individuals have been assimilated. Well, even if they still have a few of their own thoughts, they are nothing more than fragments of their personalities."

He was somewhat emotional as he spoke of this.

“Some of those with milder mutations can still maintain their personalities. For example, those at levels E and D, but Kyoko is different.”

Professor Nakamura smiled and pointed to the document, saying, "My colleague is still inexperienced. He's suspected of being at level C, but I'm wrong. Kyoko has definitely reached level C."

“At that level, her actions will inevitably be a manifestation of the chaotic will. Perhaps giving bubble gifts is an obsession of hers, but without the permission of the chaotic consciousness, she cannot complete the task of ‘giving gifts’.”

"Then, wouldn't bubbles be very dangerous?"

Misa Ohara frowned, somewhat worried, and said, "Now that she ate that box of food, what if she does something bad..."

“Misa, why do you think bubbles are dangerous?” Professor Nakamura asked.

"As you yourself said, she accepted the gift of Chaos."

“That’s right.” Professor Nakamura seemed not to understand her meaning and asked in return, “So?”

“Huh?” Misa Ohara was very puzzled. She bowed slightly and said, “Please enlighten me, teacher.”

"Chaos, oh chaos. It is neither good nor evil, it is simply chaos."

"Mentor! It has brought disaster to this world!" Misa Ohara shouted, disregarding everything else.

As a Confederate, she was taught from a young age that chaos is a calamity.

That's what my parents said, and that's what my teachers said when I was in school.

That's what her friends said, that's what her boss said, that's what her husband said, and that's what she'll say to her children in the future!

Society as a whole has pointed out that 'chaos' is the worst evil, and now suddenly someone is saying otherwise?

Regardless of who he is, Misa Ohara's first reaction is to refute him.

Misa Ohara was somewhat unable to control her emotions: "Teacher, it's best not to say that in the future."

"..."

“Everyone who explores the mystery has their own perspective on chaos. It’s okay if our views differ; in fact, your view may be the mainstream one.”

Despite saying that, Professor Nakamura was extremely disappointed.

He knew that many of his colleagues disagreed with his idea, and some experts even criticized him to his face for talking nonsense.

But he still firmly believed in his own ideas: chaos is nothing other than something that cannot be imposed on it by human morality or worldview.

"I'm sorry, student was rude." Misa Ohara recovered and immediately sensed something was wrong.

If you disagree in your heart, then you disagree. Why say it out loud?

“Master, your wisdom is beyond my reach. I think I will only be able to understand your profound meaning when Misa makes further progress in the mysterious field in the future,” Misa quickly said as a way of making amends.

Professor Nakamura nodded; he knew all too well that his ideas were considered 'heretical' among his peers.

People always want to hear voices that support them.

Originally, he wanted to find some solace in this disciple... but that's all.

For a moment, Professor Nakamura lost interest.

"In short, based on previous data, if the mutated infected person is a gift given with 'good intentions,' then this gift is not only not dangerous, but also has a wonderful effect."

Misa Ohara looked enlightened, but inwardly she was filled with dread.

This old guy is clearly just going through the motions. He said it was a gift from Chaos before, but now he's changed his tune? How did it turn into Apricot's 'goodwill'?

Misa Ohara didn't want to hear these general opinions; she was more eager to know Professor Nakamura's own insights.

Pity.