Chapter I:

Thirty-four vehicles already passed by in front of her. Misaka Mikoto crushed the hardened soil on the ground in annoyance. In the abandoned building near the highway, the Tokiwadai's ace slumped, waiting for two people. 'They're forty minutes late already,' Misaka thought. She hated waiting alone, especially in a deserted area like this. She whistled as she brushed her hair on her forehead, she turned on the right and saw three masked man wearing black cloaks. The one in the middle was carrying a briefcase while a short person was backing him up and another one on the right. She stood up and facing her guests, "You're late…" she glared at the three.

"We apologize… Now time for business," the person in the center said. Misaka's forehead crumpled, that's why she hates professionals, they are so serious and always down to business. They like to give half-hearted apologies and the end, that's all, they are not sorry at all.

"How much is it again?" she asked, annoyed.

"For now no charge, just test it if you are capable of using It." the masked man handed the case over to Misaka. She took it and snapped it open, "If you want another dozen, call me, same number. But it's no longer free."

"I understand," Misaka closed it and shook the guy's hand then turned around and left.

"Misaka Mikoto, she's interesting…" the short person muttered. "I wonder what's going on in Tokiwadai right now."

"I don't see anything interesting?" the leader asked haughtily.

"Well, 3 was a previous Tokiwadai student, after all…" the other guy interrupted. "Whatever it is we'll find out for sure."

Yesterday morning:

Mikoto walked along the hallway in her dorm cheerfully after purchasing another model of Gekota badge the other day. It was just recently released and she was happy to pass by the store to check something out and by pure chance of luck her eye caught a glimpse of it. And she bought it with no hesitation at all. Though it was not really that exciting but she could not help but smile. She strutted down the stairway gleefully and saw a huge amount of students crowding the bulletin board like a wanted poster had been stuck on it. She immediately ran and checked it out. She did not need to squeeze into it since the students instantly gave way for the Level 5 to see the current upcoming event. By the time she's front-to-front with the board she got confused which poster she should look into. There had been some serious amount of colorful placards, signs, pictures and announcements on the bulletin. Now she recalled when was her last update to the announcement board? She couldn't remember. She looked at a catchy paper of pure black and white with the signature of the principal below. It was written:

The names below must enter the upcoming Inter-school Competition:

Hajime Sakura

Misaka Mikoto

Dango Neri

Shishin Clara

Kongou Mitsuko

Gendo Lily

…

"What the?" Her brows furrowed as she scratched her neck. She tried to think if the principal ever told her about the occasion. Suddenly the Dorm Mistress appeared and all the students scattered like ants stomped from the hill. Mikoto flinched when the lady's glasses gleamed beneath her bangs.

"Good morning Misaka…" the Dorm Head greeted coldly with her chin held high. "Are you aware of the fact that you have no choice but to enter the tournament?"

"Yes." Misaka gulped her reply like it was the only thing she could ever think about or else she'll have a twisted head for a week. The older woman in front of her looked like an andrewsarchus ready to crunch anything with its sharp teeth.

"And anyway, the principal wanted to have a word with you." The older lady turned around and left Misaka with shuddering fingers.

"What?" Misaka bit her lip as she stared at the paper once more. She doesn't want to participate but what choice does she have. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

Misaka dragged herself to class and when she passes by all the people will look at her with expectations. A moment later she arrived at the principal's room, she spoke to the intercom and a permission to enter came. She opened the dark-brown door with abstract designs carved into it matching the principal's taste.

"I apologize for being late, principal…" Misaka bowed politely to the old woman. Misaka heard that she was around 60s but she looked a little younger. She got a friendly aura that would deem her as approachable. The room welcomed her with the whiff of strong perfume that almost made Misaka choke up. She endured the scent and the rest of the conversation. Her head was starting get fuzzy and dizzy, like she was about to faint.

"Misaka-san, as one of our aces you are greatly needed in this project." the white-haired lady smiled sincerely. But to Mikoto, it was a play to force her to enter the joust, she wanted to brush the order off but it was from the principal. She agreed but asked a question, "umm… is 'The Queen' participating she's a level five too, after all?"

The principal gave a chuckle and replied, "Oh, no… she's not… Her ability is not suited for battles and fights, unlike yours."

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

"Can I expect your cooperation this time?" the older woman requested.

Misaka nodded in assurance.

"You have seen the announcement at the board, all names written on the paper are all 2nd years and above with enough achievements to participate. Though letting the 1st years participate as well are a bit of a hassle for them. So I hope you understand…"

"I understand clearly." Misaka bowed and glanced up holding her breath. "May I leave?" she has almost reaching her limit. She could no longer take the scent of the room. She knew she was being rude but it was better than fainting inside the principal's office.

"You seem to be in a hurry," the woman nodded.

Misaka exited the room and inhaled the air outside. She took her time resting and calming herself from the damaging smell. Well, for real it did smell like an old woman's incense. She strolled along Tokiwadai's ridiculously enormous campus, though she tried hard to ignore the blushing faces everywhere. Misaka remembered that she had a PE session to take care of after class. "Ahh…" she snapped. She changed her uniform into a red tracksuit and instantly got out of the girl's locker room.

"Misaka Mikoto, you're late." Their PE instructor said coldly. She scolds Misaka with her chin up high like mere cat but a little distraction below (breasts). Misaka was aware of the fact that she was late but she had an excuse. But every time Misaka makes a pouting face (like this "=.=) the lady ends up nagging even more. After the scolding session, she immediately sent Misaka on the track and field club for lesson and sample moves on how to jump and sprint correctly.

"Okay! Ready?" the teacher raised her arm as Misaka positioned herself in sprinting mode.

"Set!" She raised her back ready to go full speed.

As the teacher blew the whistle Misaka pushed her foot with much force and sprinted in some amazing speed that even the track and field club was in awe. In sports like this, some twists are included like allowing the participant to use one's ability to boost one's speed. Just like how Mikoto did, she used her ability to use more bioelectricity in her body to sharpen her speed. It made the commands from her brain three times faster than normal.

"She's amazing, ne?" a club member said in amazement.

"Hmm… If only we can recruit her," the leader suggested hopelessly.

"But Misaka-sama is so steadfast in her beliefs," the girl said shyly with her face red. She's very much amazed by how Misaka uses her ability wisely. She had been emitting electricity in her knees which makes her running pace cooler than anyone she had seen before.

Misaka gazed at the teacher who's been monitoring her speed but she noticed the increase number of students watching her with pink cheeks behind. She reached the finish line and stopped and gasped for air.

"My, Onee-sama… did you just sprint two kilometer distance?" Kuroko appeared instantly in front of Mikoto having the disturbed air around her.

"Oh, Kuroko…" Misaka took a sip in her bottle of energy drink. The air around her got a little warm with the amount of girls near her. At her last swig, sweat poured out of her pores and her breathing got a little normal. But her muscles got a little exhausted.

The girls flocked even more and gave her their compliments which Misaka surely did not understand since they sounded gibberish. She just ended up smiling to every one of them which made them gasp and blush even more. (It was something Misaka would never understand ==")

"Ahh man, that was tiring…" Misaka sighed as she rested her back at the leatherette of the chair at Joseph's.

"Onee-sama, you sound like an old man," Kuroko protested while sipping her cold coffee and looking at her senior in dismay. "You should think more about your image even outside the campus…"

"Heh? Do I have to? They get pleased so easily. They just get more annoying every day. And I mean 'Everyday'. I was really itching to shout, "GIMME A BREAK!" like that." Misaka waved her hand back and forth for emphasis with a bored look stuck on her face.

Shirai couldn't help but stare at her sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah…"

Misaka Mikoto walked along the streets of Academy City carrying a black briefcase. "Hmm, where should I try this…" She glanced at both sides searching for a place where she could try it out. As she got tired of thinking what to do with it, a black spiky-haired guy wearing collared white shirt and black fitting pants passed by in front of her. "Oh, if it isn't Mr. Unfortunate."

Touma gave a hesitant look towards the girl who caught her attention, "Ah, Biribir-" he paused and color drained from his face. '

Misaka who's looking at Touma with a smirk, "You'll be a good guinea pig,"

Touma gulped as he tried to run but Misaka caught his collar. "Umm… M-Mi-Misaka-san what is it?" cold sweat ran through his back.

"Where are you going? I helped you a lot now it's your turn to help me, Touma..." his name softly pronounced by Mikoto's lips as if enticing. (== Which Misaka never thought she did...)

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