A/N (For those who have read Chapter 8 before July 24, 2022):

Not mandatory, but just a suggestion. Before you continue with this chapter, you might want to reread Chapter 8: Naming Conventions. I have updated the nicknames of the five Katyushas and also made important revisions to some plot points in chapter 8 that might be interesting to recall.

Also added a disclaimer on Chapter 1 to indicate that since this story is a parody of the movie, The Death of Stalin, it obviously contains profanities and very crude jokes that are not suitable for very young audiences and those of faint of hearts.

Chapter 23: Idle Chatter

Katchii never believed that she was destined for greatness.

According to her, the only notable information about her family was that they owned a Sunkus convenience store on the outskirts of Hirakawa city, the second least populated city in Aomori Prefecture.

And that was about it.

If anyone still wanted to delve further into their family business, then there was nothing much she could say about their actual store.

Her family lived on the second floor of their store. The first floor contains a small aisle for candies and chocolates and another for day-to-day supplies. They also sported a corner sparsely filled with toiletry products, cleaning materials, and laundry detergents. In addition, they also have an old beverage fridge that sometimes decides to take a break from chilling its contents, thus spoiling all the milk and yogurt on its shelves in just a few hours. This would always end up with Katchii hearing her mother yelling at her father downstairs about being too lazy to fix their old and frustrating beverage fridge.

That was how she introduced herself to her fellow gulag-mates. Bland and dull, just like the way she wanted it.

She always considered herself ordinary and average. In fact, her life up to this point was utterly uneventful. Her academic achievements were nothing to brag about, nor did she possess any notable athletic prowess. She could run a bit faster than her classmates, but that was about it. As a grocer's daughter, she surmised that she didn't need to excel in her grades since she knew she only needed to know book-keeping and the local taxation law to succeed in life.

As such, it didn't come to her as a surprise that she ended up in the General Studies Department when she finally entered Pravda Girls Academy. She assumed she would spend the next three years of her high school life completely uneventful and painfully dull.

Of course, that was until she made the error of failing her midterm exams.

And now here she was sitting inside a damp, dimly-lit classroom deep inside the bowels of the Kirov school ship with four other girls who also failed their midterm exams in one way or the other.

Never in her sixteen years on God's green earth had she ever predicted this predicament.

"Oh, wow, so you're a grocer's daughter, Katchii? That's awesome!" the girl wearing a white sailor uniform from the Naval Studies Department squealed with eagerness.

Katchii let out a sheepish smile before lowering her gaze down the floor, feeling embarrassed. Like the rest of her fellow gulag-mates, her real given name was also Katyusha. For sixteen years, she was called by such a name, but now that four others also shared her name, she couldn't be called as such.

Thus, the NKVD Director who placed them all in this damp classroom gave them nicknames to distinguish themselves that corresponded to their name plus the order they were captured. Of course, she did suggest before the NKVD Director's arrival that they should all just use their last names, but for some reason, the rest of her fellow Katyushas vehemently shut her down.

And so, she was dubbed Katchii, or the 'First Katyusha' to be apprehended by the NKVD.

Perhaps that could be considered an achievement on its own?

"So does this mean we could get discounts if we go with you inside a Sunkus convenience store?" The Naval Student continued.

"I uh, I don't think I can do that," she replied, trying not to look directly at the Naval Student. "I… I'm sorry, but I'm…."

Katchii paused. Despite her best effort, she couldn't resist stealing a glance at the Naval Student, who stared at her with gleaming eyes like a puppy expecting a treat from her owner. The student-sailor's nickname was Katyon which, like hers, was a portmanteau of her name plus the order she was captured. In this case, she was the fourth one to be subdued by the NKVD.

A chill immediately ran down Katchii's spine as she realized she had never experienced someone being so over-eager and excited to find out that she was a grocer's daughter. It would be bad if she ended up disappointing the Naval Student. Still, how could she even respond to this?

"Uh well… I have an u-uncle living here in the school ship who also runs a Sunkus store," she stammered, her face blushing furiously with crimson. "I might be able to g-get some discounts from h-him?"

"Sweet!" the Naval Student raised a triumphant fist in the air. "Now I can eat all the ice cream I want with a discount."

Despite speaking and looking like a delinquent, Katchii realized that Katyon was incredibly friendly. Even though the Naval Student did challenge the scary NKVD Director into a fistfight, she seemed cordial enough to be trusted.

"Pfft. Typical."

Katchii perked up and turned her attention to a girl wearing the white elegant dress uniform of the Fashion Department.

The fashion designer's nickname was Katsan, or the third Katyusha to be apprehended. Of all the Katyushas in this room, Katsan radiated an air of arrogance that could only be expected from someone belonging to the upper classes of society. Then again, she did carry herself with an elegant demeanor. Her every move showed grace and seemed almost calculated to accentuate her refined feminine form. Even the way she sat down gave away a hint of her attending some school for etiquette and manners.

"Hah? What you say, princess?" Katyon asked loudly as she, too, turned her gaze toward the fashion designer.

As for the girl in a Fashion Department dress uniform, she merely stared back at the Naval Student with cold, uncaring eyes.

"You heard me," the fashion designer replied. "Delinquents like you always try to take advantage of the weak by befriending them and then killing them off with their gullibleness."

"Kill them off?!" Katchii blurted, her face turning pale.

"I will not allow you to bully the weak, you delinquent!" Katsan pointed an accusing finger at the Naval Student.

"No, no, no, I don't want to do any of that!" Katyon let out an awkward laugh while waving her hands in defense. "I just want discounts if possible, but I really want to be friends with all of you."

"Frie-"

But before Katchii could fully react to being called a friend, the Naval Student turned her attention toward the fashion designer.

For what felt like an incredibly long span of time, Katchii saw Katyon giving a sharp glare at the fashion designer. The Naval Student looked poised to attack her, just like how she provoked the NKVD Director.

"What? What are you staring at?" the fashion designer furrowed her brows, suddenly conscious of her appearance. She instinctively crossed her arms as she shifted slightly on her seat.

Then, like a cloudy overcast dissipating into a sunny blue sky, Katyon's face turned from scowling to one sporting a huge grin.

"You're a tsundere, aren't you?"

"I am not!" Katsan yelled as she immediately stood up from her seat with her face fuming with rage. "How… How dare you call me a tsun… tsundere?!"

Katyon burst out laughing.

"I know your type, princess," the Naval Student replied while trying to fend off bouts of laughter. "You act high and mighty, but you secretly want to mingle with us commoners."

"Hah?!" Katsan's jaws almost dropped to the floor, utterly flabbergasted. "W-What… What are you…."

"I've seen the animes. I've read the mangas," Katyon continued. "A rich ojou-sama acting like a spoiled bitch, but in the end, all she ever wanted is to experience the lives of those she shits on."

The Naval Student then pointed a finger at the fashion designer.

"Just be honest, princess, you know you want to be friends with all-"

Katyon never saw it coming.

Just like the NKVD Director did an hour ago, the fashion designer covered the distance between her and the Naval Student so fast that she almost looked like she had teleported.

Katsan immediately took hold of Katyon's right arm and proceeded to yank her off her center of gravity. At the same time, she used her other hand to push the unbalanced delinquent down to the ground in one swerving motion.

It all happened in less than a second.

"Idiot!" Katsan screamed as she hid her blushing face with her palms. "I am… I am not a tsun… tsundere you i-idiot!"

"Katyon!" Katchii exclaimed. She hurriedly went to the side of the Naval Student who lay still on the floor. Her eyes stared blankly into the ceiling. "You… You o-?"

But before she could finish her sentence, the downed Naval Student immediately sat up straight, blinking a couple of times as if to refocus her vision. Then she looked up and saw the fashion designer, lips pursed in embarrassment, staring down at her with crimson red cheeks.

Then, Katyon's lips formed again into a wide grin.

"That. Was. Awesome!"

Before the fashion designer could react, Katyon sprang back to her feet and proceeded to shake Katsan's hands.

"Where did you learn that move? Did they teach that in fashion class? Are you like a master or something?"

Instinctively, Katsan jerked a step back as her mind started to process the barrage of questions. She tried opening her mouth to mount a reply but quickly realized her complete loss for words.

"Umm… Well… Uh…"

"You got to teach me that! Will you please, princess? Pretty please?"

The fashion designer stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, staring straight at the Naval Student. Her mind tried to make sense of Katyon's sudden request, but for some reason, she had a hard time processing her motive. She anticipated a violent reaction or even an immediate retaliation. She even expected an apology of sorts from the delinquent, but an outright eagerness to learn her martial craft?

"I've never seen anyone move so fast and yet so graceful!" the Naval Student continued. "That bitch Director moved like a killer from the Spetsnaz. She was cold and efficient, but you move like the wind! Could you please teach me?"

Katsan blinked a couple more times, still unsure what she was hearing. Finally, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to keep herself grounded again.

When she opened them, she regained a huge chunk of her composure.

"I… I can't just teach you that."

"Oh, why not?" Katyon groaned. "Come one, you were so awesome!"

Katsan gulped and pursed her lips into a straight line.

"No."

"Aww, you know you want to." The Naval Student insisted.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes. You. Do."

"No." Katsan started stomping her foot. "I. Don't!"

"I may not look like it, but I'm a fast learner," Katsan quipped, completely ignoring the fuming face of the fashion designer. "So what do you say? Will you at least teach me the basics, friend?"

The Naval Student smiled as she extended a hand toward Katsan.

The fashion designer curled her hands into tight fists. She glared daggers at Katyon, who continued smiling at her.

Katsan realized that the Naval Student was adamant about learning her brand of martial arts. She did see her fight off the NKVD Director and found her style of fighting rather crude and pugilistic. It was a style fit for the gutters of this school ship and not something an ojou-sama like her would ever dabble in. As an ojou-sama from an old, prominent family, she had always been expected to hone both her outward and inner strengths. Even when her true passion lay in designing the next best thing in fashion, she still got training in etiquette and martial prowess.

Katsan paused and blinked. Katyon still had her open hand presented before her. A couple of seconds had already passed that it already made the whole gesture extremely awkward. Still, the Naval Student continued to wait for her to accept.

"You really are serious, aren't you?" Katsan asked, her voice low but firm.

"I am," Katyon nodded. "I never saw it coming. My world suddenly turned upside down even before I realized what was happening."

The fashion designer gave a further hard look at the Naval Student, then looked down at her opened hand before looking back at her.

Finally, Katsan released a long, resigned sigh before accepting Katyon's hand with a shake.

"Yes!" Katyon squealed before giving the fashion designer a bear hug. "I will not disappoint you, master!"

"Unhand me, you sea louse!" Katsan protested, but the Naval Student wrapped her arms around her, preventing her from moving. "I will teach you, but I have incredibly low expectations for you!"

Katsan ignored her. She continued embracing the fashion designer until she was again hurled back to the ground.

"Katsan, I never knew you could do martial arts," Katchii chimed in, her eyes gleaming with admiration for the fashion department. "I mean, that was so cool!"

The fashion designer broke her grip on the Katyon before focusing on the first Katyusha.

"Hmph, it's nothing really. I just don't like delinquents preying on the helpless," Katsan replied while brushing off dirt from her uniform. "I find martial arts to be tedious. I prefer my sketchbook and sewing kit instead of throwing delinquents to the floor."

As if in answer, the Naval Student let out a mewled groan.

"You really are talented, Katsan," Katchii continued to admire. "In fact, everyone here are all incredibly awesome aside from me."

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Katsan raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, I'm just a grocer's daughter and-"

"Who says you're just a grocer's daughter, Sunkus?"

The three Katyushas all shifted their attention towards a girl wearing a white lab coat sitting in the corner of the room, typing furiously on a computer.

"Sunkus?" Katyon asked.

"That's what her elementary and middle classmates call her." the computer scientist explained.

Like the three, the computer scientist also shared their first name, and, like the three, the NKVD also gave her a number in the order of her capture. Thus, she was given the nickname, 'Katgo' or the fifth and last Katyusha to be apprehended.

While Katsan radiated an air of elegance and high society, Katgo looked like what one might expect from someone who would look entirely out of place without a laptop on hand or not sitting in front of a desktop computer. Sure enough, the moment the NKVD Director went out of their classroom, she immediately went straight to using the only computer in the room. Nobody even objected to such a move despite all having equal rights to said device.

"How… How did you know I was called Sunkus?" Katchii asked, her brows bunching with confusion.

The computer scientist stopped typing and slowly turned her attention toward her.

"I've read your file," Katgo said bluntly. "And I also know for a fact you are not merely a grocer's daughter."

"I… I don't understand," Katchii shook her head. "My family owns a Sunkus convenience store and nothing else. What do you mean-"

"You are the second richest person inside this room."

"Eh?" Katchii's jaws dropped. "Ehhh?!"

Katgo swerved the computer monitor to face her fellow Katyushas. It showed what looked like a spreadsheet and a graph with Katchii's last name as the header.

"From Sunkus' shareholder records, it would seem your grandfather bought an insane amount of Sunkus shares when it was still priced at ten yen. Of course, now the share price is up to the moon."

"Wait, you're saying my new friend here is also rich?" Katyon asked, tilting her head slightly. "Like princess over here?"

"Yes, but only if her father swallows his pride and apologizes to her grandfather," Katgo added in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "Apparently, the two had a falling out. That is according to her grandfather's will. If not, then everything goes to Katchii on her thirtieth birthday."

"Wait… Just wait for a…." Katchii tried to process what she had just heard, but it only made her feel dizzy.

"How did you get all of this information?" Katsan asked, crossing her arms. "They sound nothing like they are public records?"

"Correct," Katgo nodded. "They are not, and they are not something anyone can just attain from the internet."

The fashion designer frowned.

"Who are you really, Katgo?" Katsan asked, her eyes narrowing into tiny slits. Instinctively, she closed her hands into tight fists. "I noticed the NKVD Director kept stealing glances at you. You are not an ordinary STEM department student, aren't you?"

The computer scientist shook her head.

"No, I'm not. I wouldn't be here with you at all if I were."

"I thought you failed your midterm exams?" Katyon quipped.

Katgo shrugged.

"Well, there's that, but having a midterm grade in Home Economics of A Minus hardly deserves getting thrown into this damp classroom, now would it?" Katgo let out a humorless chuckle. "The ones who compiled all the list of students to take remedial classes here in Siberia know exactly who they want to send."

"You mean Comrade Katyusha or that NKVD Director?" Katchii interjected.

Katgo again shook her head.

"Wait, they're not the ones who make the list?" The grocer's daughter asked, her brows furrowing with confusion. "The teachers then?"

"The teachers are always mandated to be completely hands off on student affairs unless under extreme circumstances."

"Then, who?"

"Technically, Comrade Katyusha is the one who schedules the sentencing of those like us who are unfortunate enough to have our names on a list." Katgo clarified. "Likewise, the NKVD is tasked to apprehend those on said list, but neither Comrade Katyusha nor Director Nonna are the ones who make the list. They are just mere pawns of a much greater conspiracy."

Just then, a girl wearing a mechanic's green overalls entered the room and brought a rectangular package. She entered the room with her shoulders hunched as if embarrassed to disturb her fellow gulag-mates.

"Umm, Katgo-dono," the mechanic started. She gave slight nods at the other three Katyushas before turning her gaze back to the computer scientist. "I have the package you ask me to get from the NKVD guards."

"Ah, thank you, Katnii," the computer scientist bowed her head in gratitude. "And please, just call me by my nickname without honorifics."

"But, umm…."

"Katnii, we are all comrades-in-arms down here," Katgo insisted in a soft but stern voice. "Despite our different backgrounds, we all share the same fate of being a Katyusha who has earned the ire of the powers that be. So please, Katgo will suffice."

Katnii lowered her head to gaze down at the floor. As her name would suggest, she was the second Katyusha to be apprehended by the NKVD. She had always been awkward when placed in a group and sometimes depended on others for the right social cue. Back in the Mechanics club, the club president, Zoya-senpai, immediately adopted her under her wing as her kouhai prodigy. Though Katnii would like to think that Zoya-senpai took an interest in her due to her knack for tank repair, she still had this nagging feeling that the president only saw her as an adorable fluffy introverted puppy that needed to be protected.

Finally, Katnii perked up and nodded.

"Yes, as you wish, Katgo-do-, I mean Katgo."

"Thank you. Now the package, if you may?"

"Oh yeah, sure."

Katnii gave the computer scientist the carton package, who then tore open the packaging tape.

"What's that?" Katchii quipped. "Is that a-"

"Aye," Katgo concurred. "It is."

"But you already have one?" Katsan added. "What would you need another one for?"

Katgo took the device from its carton cocoon, revealing its onyx-metallic covering with a logo resembling an alien's head.

"Woah, that's Alienware!" Katyon marveled. "And it looks like it's brand new!"

"That's because it is," Katgo concurred.

"Eh?!" The Naval Student exclaimed. She opened her mouth to speak, but her brain couldn't formulate her next question as she stared at Katgo's pro-gaming laptop.

The computer scientist glanced at Katyon.

"Do you really think I can perform my work with that antique?" Katgo gestured with her head at their classroom's old desktop. "I can barely hack into anything with it."

"Wait, hold up," Katsan raised a hand. "How did you manage to bring it here? I thought we were not allowed to bring personal belongings down here?"

"That's because this is not my personal belonging," the computer scientist clarified. "In fact, this is school property that I purchased twenty-four hours ago in the name and blessing of the Central Committee."

"Twenty-four hours?" the fashion designer raised an eyebrow. "I thought you only got arrested yesterday evening?"

Katgo's expression turned dark as her lips twitched into a grin. She gestured, pointing a finger at her temple.

"It is almost as if I have prior knowledge of our arrest, now would it?"

For the next couple of seconds, nobody dared voice out a reply.

For Katgo's part, she unpacked the rest of the peripherals along with the Alienware laptop. Next, she removed the cabling from the classroom's old desktop and plugged the monitor screen into her new device. Finally, she turned on her laptop, and the monitor flickered to become a secondary display screen.

"Ladies, I did say I would be needing your assistance to assassinate a tyrant," Katgo started. "That's an exaggeration. No, I'm not asking you lot to commit murder, but I do need your services for some… let's just say, activities that will surely earn the ire of the powers that be."

"Who are these 'powers that be' you keep telling us about?" Katsan interjected.

"In time, Katsan, I will reveal everything," Katgo assured. "For now, let's focus on the task at hand."

"Which is?"

"About what the NKVD Director said about us joining the Senshado club."

As if on cue, Katnii's eyes went wide, and her expression beamed with excitement.

"Yes, Katnii, you will definitely love what I am about to say." Katgo gave the mechanic an assuring nod.

"Yes! I mean…" Katnii tried to reign down her excitement, but the thought of finally being able to do Senshado made it incredibly difficult. "I mean, I'm looking forward to it."

"We can all see that, Katnii," Katchii chuckled.

This also got a chuckle from the student sailor. The fashion designer, on the other hand, remained utterly indifferent.

The mechanic placed a hand on the back of her head while letting out a sheepish smile.

"I don't really mind which tank they will assign us," Katnii admitted. "As long as I can ride on a tank, I'm good."

"But I do mind," Katgo countered. "In fact, I've already researched which tank we should be assigned."

"Research? When did you have the time to… oh," Katchii halted midsentence when her eyes caught the computer scientist's gaze. "You were already researching? On the internet?"

Katgo raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"Right. That was a stupid question."

"Well, not really that stupid," Katsan intervened.

The fashion designer moved closer to the computer scientist and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a gentle touch. She didn't apply any pressure on her hand, but it did contain a subtle warning.

Katgo looked up and saw Katsan's cold eyes glaring right at her.

"Katnii has a point," Katsan continued. "How is it that you are able to connect to the school's internet when we're deep inside this school ship? I suspect the network here is limited, and yet you casually logged into the computer with ease. Why?"

A long pause.

Katgo didn't move but stared right into the fashion designer's eyes. If there was any indication that she felt uncomfortable with Katsan's hand touching her shoulder, she didn't show it.

"You are right," Katgo nodded before letting out a sigh. "We are not supposed to connect to the internet deep inside this school ship."

"And yet you have access," Katsan replied, finally letting go of her hand from Katgo's shoulder. "You are telling us to do something that will earn the ire of the powers that be. I do not like being used, Katgo. It is for the best you remember that."

"Hacker."

Katsan frowned.

"Beg your pardon?"

"My callsign is Hacker. If we are going to be a tank crew, then we need to have callsigns, and I choose Hacker."

Another long pause.

"Katgo, what are you talking abo-" Katsan's question died in midsentence as her eyes widened with sudden realization. "Wait. Just wait… Are you telling us you already hacked into the school's internet?"

Katgo's lips once again parted into a smile.

"On the very first day of stepping aboard this ship."

The fashion designer took a step back, her jaws slackened with disbelief.

"That's… Impressive." Katsan muttered begrudgingly.

"It really was not," Katgo confessed but didn't reveal anything more. "In any case, I've done my initial research on Senshado and this school's Senshado club to know how to operate a tank and which tank to operate."

"Pfft, right," Katyon scoffed. "You read all about Senshado in what? An hour of researching on the net?"

Katgo gave the Naval Student a look.

"Right." Katyon nodded. "Why did I even ask…."

"B-But Katgo-do- I mean Katgo," Katnii interjected. "How do you intend us to operate a tank? I love tanks and all, but I have never operated one."

"That's right, we are all beginners," Katchii added. "Do you think they will group us all into one tank rather than distributing us into other crews?"

Katgo nodded.

"Rest assured, they will not. We all just need to prove to our Senshado senpais that we can already operate a tank as one cre-"

Katsan slammed a hand on an armrest startling everyone inside the room.

"Enough." Katsan barked. "I admit you are far more intelligent than any of us here combined, but please do not insult our intelligence by telling us to go and operate a tank on the first day."

"Katsan, if I may-"

"I may not be well-versed in Senshado, but I do know it is a dangerous sport!" Katsan clenched her teeth to try to control her anger. "I will not allow you to endanger anyone in this room under my watch."

"Woah, princess, you really do care for-"

"Silence, pleb," Katsan hissed as she threw a deadly glare at the Naval Student.

"I understand your concerns, Katsan," the computer scientist bowed her head. "But I have no intention of putting any of you in harm's way."

Katgo stood up and faced the fashion designer directly.

"In fact, I am confident we can operate a tank in just an hour because of what I've researched."

"An hour?!" Katsan snapped, shrieking her words. "Really? An hour? Do you really see us as so insignificant that you have no qualms insulting our intelligence?!"

"I meant no insult, Katsan," Katgo replied in an even tone. "There is indeed a way to learn Senshado in one hour. It can be done, and it has already been done."

"Is Senshado so bankrupt of strategies that it can be mastered in just one hour?"

"Um, Katsan…"

The fashion designer turned her attention toward the mechanic, who seemed distressed at her argument with the computer scientist. Katnii kept fidgeting her fingers as she tried to muster the courage to speak.

"Katgo is right. Someone did manage to learn Senshado in an hour," Katnii explained. "I m-mean, not all of Senshado per se, but this someone did master driving a tank just by reading the driver's manual."

"Oh?" Katsan crossed her arms. "And who is this someone?"

"Her n-name is Reizei, Mako, a student from Ooarai. She's the t-tank driver of Ooarai's Anglerfish team."

Katsan raised an eyebrow.

"Let me guess… She's a prodigy and a genius?"

The mechanic stole a side glance at the computer scientist before continuing.

"Y-Yes… From what I heard, she's a prodigy and a genius."

The fashion designer let out a humorless laugh.

"Just like our own prodigy and genius in this classroom, eh?" Katsan sneered as she returned her attention to the computer scientist. "Fine. I'll follow your plan, Hacker, but remember what I said. Not. Under. My. Watch."

"Noted, Katsan," Katgo nodded. "I swear to you, no harm will come to anyone here. Although…"

Katsan narrowed her eyes, her lips pursing into a stern frown.

"Although what?"

"I will need everybody's full cooperation to pull off mastering Senshado in one hour."

"And how will you accomplish that?" Katyon asked. "Look, I am not built for studying. Don't give me a book to read, or I'll throw it right in your face."

"I'm not going to give anyone here a book to read."

"Then you have an instructional video for us to watch?" Katchii chimed in.

"No. No videos either."

Katchii and Katyon exchanged confused glances, unsure what the computer scientist was saying.

"Then, how do you i-intend for us to learn Senshado in one hour, Katgo-do, I mean, Katgo?" Katnii asked.

For a moment, Katgo didn't respond. Instead, she closed her eyes and sucked in a mouthful of the room's damp air. She shivered from the cold before tucking her hands inside her lab coat's loose sleeves.

"There is this one prominent family known for their traditions in Senshado which trains their heirs into commanders with almost superhuman awareness." Katgo began. "Only those who share the family's bloodline could handle such training, but apparently, that is not true."

Katgo opened her eyes that burned with a newly added sense of resolve.

"It is possible to copy this technique," Katgo revealed. "It is not easy, and I need all of your full attention. But it can be done. And it can be done in less than an hour."

Finally, the computer scientist removed an old antique pocket watch from her sleeve and dangled it in front of her peers.

"Has anyone of you heard of hypnotism?"

A/N:

Alright, this was one massive update! After adding the story of the five Katyushas, I knew I needed to expound on their story arc soon, or it would turn out to be a problem in the future. And I was right! There was a lot of information written in this chapter that helped me flesh out some important plot points that needed to be resolved in the future.

Also, if you wish to find out what the five Katyushas actually look like, I suggest you head over to my entry in Wattpad for this chapter, as I posted an image of the five Katyushas.

Next, we go back to Nonna and how she's handling her sexual frustrations. XD

Until next time everyone!

Revision History:

- Originally published on July 24, 2022