The male uniform of Mori International Academy was surprisingly basic; a deep-blue blazer with well-fitted white outlines running along corner areas—with a symbol of the school’s emblem on the left-breast, and a white undershirt underneath that also functioned as a tunic for the summer uniform change.

  The pants were checkered a similar color to the blazer—the main checker being of a white color and some grays mixed in for some contrast, and lastly, the shoes were either black or brown.

  This was just the men's uniform, simple and concise with the hair regulations not being much different.

  For the girls, it wasn’t much different, the same blazer, the same brand of checkers on lower-body wear—a skirt instead of pants, and the same leniency in terms of hair regulations. As long as they weren’t doing outlandish hairstyles they saw on TikTok, there were basically free to go.

  For both, there were choices on the neck wear, most of the boys chose the tie and most girls chose the ribbon, largely influenced by what they saw on the school forum when they first joined.

  As a bunch of impressionable teenagers that were still quite fearful of being judged, they went with the crowd—Natasha wasn’t afraid of being judged but she still followed the trends.

  She had chosen both, and mostly wore the ribbon like all the others.

  She wanted to wear the tie when she was in proximity with Leon, as it heavily accentuated her chest if she placed it correctly.

  This act of acting in a seductive way to catch his eye was shameless, but Natasha didn’t mind at all.

  Her breasts, as a girl who had already undergone most of puberty and had won the gene pool, were particularly eye-catching to those interested. The same could be said for the rest of her body, and she took pride in this.

  Their school also had these cute berets that were mostly worn by the girls, and Natasha, who felt like she wouldn’t show much interest, had completely fallen for them.

  It was the same color as the blazer or even the undershirt, so both colors were given based on preference.

  They made her look very cute and homely—like a young fiance waiting for her future husband—taking away the mysterious aura given to her by her mixed heritage, her sudden transfer, unusual background and her peculiar hair and eyes.

  Though the last one people rarely saw, but it wasn’t strange for people to search her up, she had a little fame.

  She was born on a special day after all, but since she had a disposition not compatible with fame, she had fallen out of sight with the crowd.

  So, due to this disposition Natasha convinced herself to stay in the trees and observe instead of approaching the guarded auditorium.

  The two boys at the front looked very young, and though she had no basis to base her conjure of off, Natasha could tell they were first years.

  Natasha frowned, ‘Why are the first years the ones guarding the outside? Are any of the teachers here? Did they agree to this…?’

  Natasha wasn’t blind to the possibility that the two boys volunteered to stand outside and observe the situation but this type of time… who would dare go outside out of their own will?

  Nobody, that's who.

  Natasha frowned.

  She didn't believe for a single second that young boys would come out here in danger for no reason other than that they were forced or they were manipulated into believing in some mumbo jumbo about bravery or something that would force them to go outside and prove their worth.

  ‘Or maybe they really did come out here without being forced, guys are reckless like that…’

  Though calling them young boys was a bit much as they really were only younger than her by a year; with them being around fifteen while she was sixteen on the brink of seventeen but the point still stood.

  But honestly, all of this was just her conjecture as she didn't know the boys personally and assigned them the average age of first year students based on her own age.

  Thinking of this made her feel an inexplicable disgust.

  While this feeling of disgust was quite overwhelming, Natasha didn't let it take control over her. She didn't want to get controlled by emotions at this time.

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  Natasha stepped back some more, and then leaned against one of the trees that was in the miniature “forest” that she had walked through moments prior. Settling down in a place where she couldn’t be seen, she began her observations.

  ‘They seem to be first year Japanese students, and share quite a bit of features—not twins, but surely family members of some sort. Doesn’t have to be brothers, cousins should suffice. Brown eyes, one is leaning and the other straight.’

  Natasha began noting down the features searching through her head for any information, and she also kept both an eye and an ear out for any suspicious situations that may arise.

  She leaned back against the tree, her head down and her mind couldn’t help but wander to the beret she had left home… It would be nice if she could wear it right now.

  Absent-minded, she felt her ears tingle and sounds emerged in quite some clarity; the two boys chattering incessantly about how fearful they were about the situation—something made clear by their body language in some areas.

  However, excitement and such weren’t absent from them either. Natasha found this a classic in young guys like Taro and Iino, the name of the two boys.

  The former was rowdy and had white tints in his hair while the later was quite proper, with no embellishments or accessories to his appearance other than a silver chain.

  These two; who Natasha could harshly say she couldn’t quite care less about, were not necessarily apart of her circle, which was wholly nonexistent—but were more some people she observed around Leon.

  ‘So it’s these two, I recall they have another relative, a sister, who seemed to have quite a distant amount of feelings for Leon and even confessed during the first year according to rumors… How fortunate, she would have heard from me otherwise…’ Natasha felt that she, Amanai, was very lucky…

  Looking at them one more time, Natasha looked back to the ground and exorcised them from her thoughts. If the guy wasn’t Leon, they weren’t worth thinking about. To this end, Natasha refocused her thoughts on what she would try to do once she met up with Leon and the others.

  They had supposedly chosen the western auditorium—a venue with a large capacity, around 4,000 to 6,000 if she remembered correctly—as their meeting point and Natasha was the first to arrive.

  That much was clear.

  As for why the auditorium was so large… Well, massive funding, and natural need due to the numerous famous clubs and talented students. This type of place, a breeding ground for talent and innovation, of course was more than happy to provide a wide stage.

  ‘The gymnasium was even larger…’ She muttered in her heart.

  She shook her head, and carried herself back to the initial thought process.

  Natasha reviewed her thought process from the last 30-40 minutes, an estimate of the time when she entered this damned loop. Thinking of the loop, and it’s effects on her—the most recent being quite possibly a “top ten most brutal ways to die ever” type of situation…

  Natasha could say that she was quite an unfortunate person.

  ‘The first loop, the one I was sitting around for, was 10 minutes. The second could be said to have lasted the same amount of time or possibly less—I didn’t have the luxury of getting the specific details but let’s put an estimate within the 8 to 12 minute ranges…’

  Natasha breathed and rubbed her arms, her ears whirring for a moment, still a little dizzy from the once in a lifetime experience. And to think this was the one she didn’t even remember clearly but she knew she was burned alive.

  She held her ears for a while, but they didn’t feel as hot she as she expected them to and only picked her ear slightly in annoyance.

  She didn’t know why, but she felt like there was a mosquito in her ear somewhere, but she couldn’t really confirm that and began lightly snapping her ears.

  ‘The third loop was quite similar but it was definitely about the 15 minute mark at least. It’s end was also very gruesome, 0/10 experience I won’t recommend it… So all in all, a lot of time has passed since then, so…’

  Natasha looked up at the same twilight sky covered in mild amount of clouds with a nervous expression, it had yet to change even after all this time.

  ‘Why is it still in the evening, why not night…?’

  This question sounded stupid, and uninformed. But Natasha swore that Mirai, as a Magical Girl in Partial Awakening—dubbed the Unawakened State—wasn’t this powerful…

  Right. Powerful.

  The time of day on earth was dependent on the moon and sun as well as the earths relative position in comparison—and the time zones across the world were even more so.

  ‘No matter how I look at it, this girl isn’t so powerful she can restart the entire world… The entire school? Possible, in fact, highly likely. But the whole planet? Earth? Gaia? Blue Planet? No. Sure, my parallel self—Natasha Alter, said that Magical Girls are overpowered with ridiculous “Hax” or whatever, sure. But there has to be a limit.’

  Natasha bit her lip, racking her brain but sound of there phantom mosquitoes were starting to get on her nerves… Her brows furrowed.

  ‘I’m not going crazy am I?’ Her eyes moved around in confusion, and there were no mosquitoes here.

  Crazy… Natasha chuckled and then frowned at the same sound in her ear, as she went to slap her ear again—she paused.

  This sound… It didn’t really sound like mosquitoes, and…

  ‘Why did it seem like it was getting closer?’ Natasha looked around, suddenly very panicked but it didn’t show on her face and she calmly crossed her arms.

  Slowly stepping back, she examined the area and with a sudden stroke of intelligence—and with the sound seemingly having stagnated to one spot, she looked up.

  What she saw was a flying piece of metal; it had for joints with propellers on the end of each, and a small box-like body with a small camera at the center.

  A drone. A few moments later she watched as the two boys sprout into action, holding their ears and looking around for awhile, before finally turning their gaze in her direction.

  Natasha, who was left stunned like a deer, Ivanova: ‘Seriously?’