The auditorium where the Academy's entrance ceremony was being held was a large building sticking out from an even larger tree. Two large columns of cadets—men and women—sat parallel leading up to a large stage with an empty podium.

Kiyone found herself seated next to the red-haired woman she briefly saw yesterday. She didn't catch her name but recognized her as the one who finished the entrance exam the fastest and humiliated a training officer. What did she call her again? Right, a kut ' sa in the making, but up close, she didn't seem that antagonistic, moreso… curious.

But that may have been because she had noticed her staring at her and now did the same.

"Something to say, Kiyone Makibi?" Mitsuki asked her. She noticed the slight surprise on her face when she finished her sentence. "I'm good with names."

Thanks to the special pair of contacts that Airi Fujikawa gave her yesterday, Kiyone had no trouble understanding what she was saying. The real challenge was making sure others could understand her . "Um… your name?" Kiyone asked her in Juraian. "From Jurai?"

She nodded. "Mitsuki Tsukushi. Most of us are Juraians, but I guess you want to be one, too. I don't blame you, we are a great country and all. Once you sharpen up on our language, you'll fit in just fine."

A patriotic kut'sa , Kiyone noted. "Why are you here?"

Mitsuki shrugged. "I want to make my name known. Go places, fly around and arrest pirates, make lots of friends, and lots more money doing it. I'm sure that's what most here are for. What about you?"

Kiyone could only muster a simple answer from the words she knew. "I needed a… profession, no… a job ."

Mitsuki chuckled and patted her on the shoulder. "Well, you picked a pretty good one! I mean, once you've graduated and all, but that remains to be seen. Me? If the entrance exam is any indication, it's a foregone conclusion. I can almost picture that shiny badge I'll get in two years!"

Then, the testing of a microphone silenced the idle chatter and direct everyone's attention to the front. It was Airi again, which caused a lot of murmuring among some cadets who weren't expecting her. Nonetheless, everyone stood up in attention.

"Hello everyone! I am sorry to say that the Headmaster of the Galaxy Police Academy had suddenly come under the weather this morning and decided against attending our annual welcoming ceremony. She has entrusted me with delivering her remarks, and I hope i will suffice for this year."

Clearing her throat, she began a speech. "For those who didn't know, the Galaxy Police Academy was never originally intended to be a two-year university for our officers. When our organization was first founded two thousand and eight years ago, we exclusively recruited from active law enforcement personnel from Jurai and elsewhere, and it was decided that we needed a place to retrain and acclimate them to GP doctrine. In those days, the Academy was mostly an afterthought; the very first class only received about two months of education before they were issued their badge if you'd believe it!"

"But as the Galaxy Police and its responsibilities grew, it became clear that we needed to expand our recruiting pool, and that meant reaching out to those who had no prior experience in law enforcement, as well as those who wanted to do things beyond normal police work. Hence, the Academy's mission changed from orientation to full-on education from start to finish. And now here you are, ready to step into an institution built up and honed through the generations. This is out gift to you, and I expect that you will all take full advantage of it."

"Being a Galaxy Police officer is by no means easy, but policing the final frontier is a task to be undertaken only by the most dedicated of people, those who believe in something greater than working for a living… living for a cause . To you who choose to dedicate your lives to such a great and noble ideal, I salute you, and I hereby welcome you to the Galaxy Police Academy!"

Cheering and applause echoed through the hall they were in, but Airi unexpectedly kept talking.

"And now, I'd like to invite this year's cadet speaker to the stage to say a few inspiring words. Let's give an applause for Mihoshi Kurashino!"

Despite Airi's request, not many chose to cheer on Mihoshi as she quickly hopped on the stage and grabbed the microphone.

"Hello everyone! I'm not sure how I was chosen to say these words, but I'm going to give it my best shot! We're called the Galaxy Police for a good reason, and it's because we represent an entire galaxy's worth of people. Juraians, Wau, Seniwans, and a hundred other types of people I've never even heard of are enrolled here. There's no time for problems to sprout up because we're different, that's not what we're here for. We're here because we all want to be here, and I'm so glad that I can be here, with you!"

Unfortunately, Mihoshi's inspiring words didn't seem to land with the audience, as the mostly-Juraian student body stayed silent.

"She really lives under the rock, doesn't she?" Mitsuki quipped. "Must not have turned on the news in months."

Before Kiyone could ask about that, Mihoshi cleared her throat and continued speaking.

"Oh, and I have one more teeny-weeny thing I wanted to bring up if you don't mind. I mean, maybe it was a bureaucracy thing or something, but everyone's been saying my name wrong since I got here."

Immediately, Airi rushed forward and tried to grab the microphone from Mihoshi, but she couldn't pry it from her hands without making a scene.

"My name, it's not Kurashino. It's Kuramitsu. My name is Mihoshi Kuramitsu!"

Gasps rang out in the room, followed up by a growing roar from cadets and staff alike. Airi finally took the microphone and quickly ended the ceremony. "Well, it's been fun seeing all of your faces for the first time, but it's time for you to meet your instructors!" She glanced and whispered to Mihoshi. "You might want to take the side exit."

Silently, Mihoshi did as she was asked, and Kiyone cocked her head in confusion at the anger filling the room.

" Cosa dentro la lume pare événement ?" she asked herself before turning to Mitsuki. "Kuramitsu… that is bad?"

Mitsuki scoffed. "Wouldn't you like to know? Honestly, she's such a bubblehead!"

"I don't understand," Kiyone said. "What is bad about Kuramitsu?"

Chapter Six – Moving Out… and In!

Kiyone got her answer approximately thirty minutes after the entrance ceremony. Dozens of people crowded a TV in one of the recreational areas in their dormitory. It was JHK, Jurai's national TV broadcaster, relaying breaking news from the border regions.

"I repeat, the Seniwans have invaded Juraian space and are speeding toward the outlying colony worlds as we speak," a news anchor reported. "Here is a live look at Mishoto Kuramitsu speaking on Seniwa."

"The Juraians had the audacity to attack one of our ships, Shushi , within our space. It was completely vaporized, and not one person survived. The poor crew of that vessel, my heart goes out to them and their families, for I could hear them all, just as we all did. And now, the time has come for the Juraians to hear all of us !"

"This war isn't for territory or resources, it's a struggle for our very survival. Our country must emerge victorious over Jurai, or we will not exist as a country at all! Such is the fate of all nations before us who dared to defy them, but we will endure! We will overcome all obstacles to achieve this goal, and we will only stop once our flag flies over Tenju itself!"

"We now turn to the Juraian capital New Tenju, where First Empress Funaho is giving her response to the invasion in place of her husband, who was away on his annual vacation retreat with Second Empress Misaki. "

"We have tried everything to prevent a war with Seniwa," the raven-haired empress began. "But Mishoto Kuramitsu is not interested in diplomacy, only conquest, so much that he is willing to kill his own people to stage an incident. Nevertheless, we will not yield to his demands. The Juraian First Fleet is en route the intercept and swiftly defeat this invasion, and when we do, Mishoto will answer for his crimes."

"Does that answer your question, Kiyone?" Mitsuki asked her.

Kiyone shrugged. "A little."

Mitsuki chuckled as she looked back at Funaho on the TV. "Typical. Azusa is always away doing whatever he wants and makes others do appearances for him. What a lazy emperor!"

"Mind what you say about him!" Niwase suddenly growled at her from behind.

"Or what?" she asked. "Wait, you're from New Tenju, aren't you? I guess all you people are—"

A bell rang in the courtyard for everyone to hear, interrupting Mitsuki mid-sentence. "Oh, it must be time for our first classes. This is what I've been waiting for!"

Legal Theory was their first course of the day. In keeping with the rustic Juraian theme, the building the course was set in was round and made out of tan stone on the outside with brush sprouting out from the roof. The lecture hall inside was made out of wood, with ascending rows of seats at one end and an elevated stage, and an electronic writing board.

Kiyone spotted Mihoshi for the first time since the entrance ceremony earlier that morning. She was seated in the front at the far left all by herself, with the closest cadet being eight seats away from her. Mitsuki was seated in the row right above hers closer to the middle, impatient tapping her finger on her part of the table waiting for their instructor to come.

Eventually, he did come. He was a Wau man with brown fur wearing a black and white variant of their academy uniforms. He quickly glanced at lonesome Mihoshi before speaking.

"Hello, everyone. Glad to see everyone figured out to go. This course is Legal Theory. Now, I know what most of you are thinking, it's not as exciting as learning how to shoot or fly a ship, but being a Galaxy Police officer means enforcing the laws that we operate by, and you can't do that without knowing what laws those are. Different crimes require different approaches while on duty, and in this course, you will learn every law in our book and how they must be applied out in space. Now, I'm guessing nobody here is a law graduate, so we'll start simple for this week's lecture."

"Oh, great!" Mihoshi said with relief from her corner. Her smile went away in the awkward silence of her peers, and the lecture continued.

"Now obviously, not every crime has the same level of severity. All law enforcement agencies sort them into main categories: infractions, misdemeanors, and felonies. Who thinks they're smart enough to tell me the difference between them?"

To everyone surprise, Kiyone not only understood everything he said but immediately raised her hand. The instructor looked at his list to make sure he knew her name. "Ah, yes, Ms. Makibi. I'll let you answer in Renoiran… for now. Please stand up."

Kiyone stood up. "Infractions are the least serious crimes and only carry a monetary fine. Misdemeanors are more serious and usually carry fines and jail time. Felonies are the most serious and always involve prison time, and sometimes… worse."

The instructor had a machine that recorded Kiyone's Renoiran speech and printed out paper that had a translated version for him to read. The instructor hummed in approval. "Not bad, that's quite good for your first question."

Kiyone sat down as several people, Mitsuki included, blankly stared at Kiyone, surprised at her sophisticated answer.

"Of course, there's a lot more nuance to it," the instructor continued. "Each category is subdivided into several classes of severity. Some misdemeanors, like assault, can border on felonies depending on severity, and if someone commits enough infractions, either in series or at once, that can be converted into a misdemeanor. Now, the Galaxy Police models their system off the Juraian legal system, with classes going from one to five. A class five infraction carries roughly a similar level of severity as a class one misdemeanor, and…"

As the lecture continued, Kiyone noticed that her roommate Achi had slowly scooted closer to her and now whispered into her ear. "How did you know that?" she asked in an accusing tone.

"Where I'm from, many know," Kiyone said in Juraian. "Now, would you…?"

Achi realized she had scooted even close to her and was almost touching her legs with hers. Without excusing herself, she backed away now to continue listening to the lecture. Meanwhile, Mitsuki kept staring blankly at Mihoshi as she kept to herself. Eventually, she got up to answer a question from the instructor but Niwase also stood up at the same time. Reading the room, the instructor hesitated for a second before he pointed toward Niwase.

In a way, Mitsuki felt slightly bad for the Seniwan in the room, but strangely enough, staring at her made her feel weird inside and… tired for some reason. Before she could even think about it, she faceplanted on her table.

"Did she just fall asleep?" Kiyone asked Mihoshi, right after Mitsuki faceplanted on the floor of the small coffee table they were seated at in Mihoshi's room while she was in the middle of talking.

Mihoshi got up to prod her friend a few times in the side, but she wouldn't move. "I guess she needs to sleep off her fever."

Both of the carefully grabbed her and set her down on Mihoshi's bed, then returned to their table. "Where were we again?" Mihoshi asked as she stuffed her face with crackers.

"The part where we were in Legal Theory on our first day," Kiyone answered.

"Oh, right!"

The lecture ended two hours later with the instructor detailing the week's assignment.

"You will be issued several reports of cases… real Galaxy Police cases of crimes that have been committed in the past year. Your job is to determine what category and class each of these crimes are and give adequate explanations as to why you think so. Additionally, each of these crimes will come with a modified scenario, and you must determine if it would or would not alter the crime's class or category with, again, an explanation. Papers will be issued later today and will be due in exactly one week at the start of our next lecture. Have a good rest of your day, everyone, and remember, don't study until the last minute!"

Everyone eventually figured out, the Academy had a similar course schedule to a university. There were a total of six lecture-style courses, one per day. In between these hours-long courses were a variety of other activities cadets were required to perform, including physical conditioning, which happened to be next on today's schedule.

She and the others from her group were ordered to report to the outdoor track and field for their daily physical exercise, overseen by an appropriately fit Juraian instructor. He had blazing orange hair and a bombastic posture to catch the attention of the cadets.

"Yeah, we're the Galaxy Police and we use spaceships and all, but technology is no excuse for not being in peak physical condition! You can't expect to beat anyone in a fight unless your body is at the top of its potential, firing on all cylinders, and that's where I come in! Today is cardio, and we'll start easy for our first day: one Ri around the track here! You can start whenever you're ready."

"Question… question!" Kiyone immediately said to their instructor. "What is… Ri ?"

He looked at her curiously. "What, you don't have that on Renoir? How do you measure stuff?"

"There is palma , arpent , miglio , covado …"

"Okay, forget I asked. Just run until I say you can stop. Now let's go!"

Immediately he began running with cadets following behind him. As Kiyone found out, one Ri was more than one Covado , but not by too much, and she hardly broke a sweat as she kept pace with the instructor. Behind her, many cadets were either transitioning to a slower jog or walking, making themselves out as obstacles for Mitsuki to avoid.

"Hey! I didn't say you could walk!" the instructor growled as he noticed the trickle of exhausted cadets behind him. He turned around and ran back to them, leaving Kiyone and Mitsuki running neck-and-neck by themselves. No words were said between the two, but the exchange of looks made it clear to both that they both wanted to see who would have better endurance, and Kiyone picked up the pace of her jog to set off the challenge.

They kept pace with each other as they rounded the track another couple of times and passed a few piles of collapsed cadets. Mitsuki could feel herself breathing more heavily, but she was astounded by Kiyone, who didn't seem to have changed at all. Was she faking it to fluke her out? She wouldn't take that!

Another round of the track, but despite pushing her heart and lungs as far as they could go, Mitsuki realized that Kiyone had the endurance to run her into the ground. She gave up the ghost and stopped, resting her elbows on her knees and watching Kiyone continue running.

"Who the hell… is she?" she asked between pants. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone letting out an oomph! behind her. Mihoshi seemed to have tripped on her untied shoes and fell forward on the ground. She got up on her back and winced in pain as she noted the scrape on her knee.

"Ouch!" she cried out as she curiously tapped her knee. "Running hurts more than I thought it would!" It didn't help that Mihoshi had also run herself ragged and wasn't in the mood to get up on her own, and she looked on at the cadets running past her, passively raising her hand out to them in hopes one of them would show a little kindness.

To her surprise, one of the Juraian cadets, Niwase, actually took the time to stop and look at her. However, she scoffed at Mihoshi's open hand and slapped it away. Instead, she stared at her with hateful eyes. "You don't belong here, Kuramitsu," she blankly told her. "Go back home to Seniwa with the rest of your murdering family."

Before Mihoshi could respond, Niwase shifted her lips around and suddenly spat out a wad of saliva, landing it on Mihoshi's cheek.

"You make me sick," Niwase said before continuing her jog.

Mitsuki shook her head at what she saw. Bubblehead or not, war or not, nobody deserved to get humiliated like that as far as she was concerned. And she found herself approaching Mihoshi, too shocked and choked up full of tears ready to burst to say anything. She looked up at her, probably expecting more of the same, but Mitsuki took a handkerchief she had in her uniform's back pocket and held it out to her.

After a second of confusion, Mihoshi decided to trust her and she gratefully took the handkerchief to clean herself up, and with a helping hand, she was standing on her feet again.

"Are you okay?" Mitsuki asked Mihoshi. "You should get a bandage for that scrape."

Mihoshi nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. But… why?"

"Why?" Mitsuki repeated.

"Just… why? Why are you different?"

Mitsuki shook her head. "Oh, don't worry about that, you bubblehead. Just get that scrape treated!"

As Mitsuki got back to running, neither she nor Mihoshi was aware that they were being watched by another woman. Atop a large spire structure overlooking much of the Academy campus, another woman watched them with binoculars. She was a Seniwan in her middle age who wore a fine outfit with a nametag reading "Pingru" on it, and behind her, she could hear the clinking of ceramic as Airi poured both of them freshly-brewed tea.

"How long has it been since you last saw your niece?" she asked her.

"By now it must be at least ten years. I left Seniwa when she was still in the fourth grade."

She put away the binoculars and sat down on the couch opposite Airi's. Her office was the largest and most comfortable in the Academy, as befitting her position.

"I have to compliment your intuition, Headmaster," Airi told her. "You knew Mihoshi would do something like that."

She hummed in agreement. "Yes, I wasn't about to let everyone see her reunite with her auntie Mikami. That'd be trouble for both of us."

"And it's certainly proving to be trouble for Mihoshi," Airi said, sipping her tea. She then pulled out two open envelopes that she was keeping in a folder. "Take a look at these. I got them this morning half an hour after the entrance ceremony."

Mikami took a look at both letters and sighed. "Dormitory transfer requests. Let me guess, they're both Mihoshi's roommates?"

Airi nodded. "The war declaration didn't help matters much. Of course, that Ms. Makibi I met yesterday would probably get along with her, but I can't think of any native Juraians I could say the same about."

"Don't worry. I think there's one that she can get along with just fine, and I suspect her roommates will be sending in letters very soon."

The instructor took a look at the pile of cadets on the track and decided it was time to call it quits for today. "Alright, that's enough for now! No good running you guys into your graves on your first day! You're free to go; tomorrow will be focusing on upper-body strength! I can almost imagine how slippery those pull-up bars will get! Yes, you too, Makibi! You can stop running!"

According to Kiyone's schedule, she didn't have anywhere else to go for the rest of the day, so after changing back into her uniform she chose the spend the afternoon continuing to sharpen her Renoiran. With the comfortable and sunny space station weather, she picked an empty bench overlooking a nature area that had a good view of the Academy campus and the nearby city which she'd yet to explore.

Yes, that was quite strange, wasn't it? Why did they build a city in addition to a Galaxy Police Academy? Kiyone had many questions, but the time to ask them would come after she buried her head in her trusty handbook, but she was rudely interrupted by her roommate Achi again.

"Problem?" she asked her.

"Yeah, you ."

Who was this stolta femie to say such a thing to her? Kiyone didn't want to be rude, but Achi didn't come for a cordial conversation. "Say what you want quickly," she told her.

"I figured you out. A Renoiran pretending to be a Juraian who knows a little too much about crime and law, and who can run a Ri without breaking a sweat. Tell me, what are you running from?"

"Nothing," Kiyone told her. "I am here out of free will."

"Don't try and play dumb, Kiyo…I don't even want to say that name. It's not your real one, anyway. Every Juraian knows what Renoir is like: a planet of petty hustlers, always trying to scrape with what they can get from other people. You can't be any different."

Kiyone furled her eyebrows. "This talk is finished."

Achi suddenly snatched Kiyone's handbook right out of her hands, immediately making her stand up. "Return that!"

"Why? You should be proud of being a Renoiran, because you don't need to pretend to be anything to do that, just like we Juraians don't need to pretend. People are better that way, embracing who they really are and knowing their place in the universe, and your place is on Renoir, hustling in those dirty streets you call home sweet home."

She shoved the handbook into Kiyone's chest. "But go ahead, keep reading that book, keep pretending to be a pure-blooded Juraian like the rest of us. I just wanted to tell you what I think: you'll never be one of us."

Kiyone was left in a flurry of confusion and anger as Achi marched away. Perhaps Mitsuki wasn't so much of a patriotic kut'sa as she believed, since even she thought she could be a Juraian if she tried hard enough. Now, with her fists furled, she was fired up and only wanted to try even harder to be a Juraian, and she once again delved into the handbook with a redoubled effort.

There was only one way to become great, and that was through studying until one's eyes gave out, and then a little more. The "little more" part didn't come for Mitsuki yet, but she had secluded herself inside her dorm room to get ahead on her Legal Theory assignment. In fact, her concentration was so great that the hard knock on the door shook her from her trance with a shriek. She reluctantly got up to answer and was face-to-face with Niwase.

"No, this isn't your dorm room," she said nonchalantly. "Goodbye."

Before she could close the door, Niwase let herself inside and closed the door herself, pinning Mitsuki between it and her.

"I saw what you did for that Seniwan earlier," Niwase told her in an accusing tone. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Mitsuki repeated. "You should ask yourself that. Who raised you to spit on people because of who they are?"

"We can't just let these people live and study here like nothing is wrong! What her family has done, she doesn't deserve that!"

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "Oh, why take it so personally? What, do you actually think Jurai is going to lose? They've never lost a war before! It'll be over in a month, and then you'll have no reason to treat her like that."

"How many people will die before that?" another woman asked. Mitsuki's two roommates were standing behind Niwase. "Her family bears all the responsibility, and she didn't do a thing to stop it. She didn't even speak out against it."

"Right, because an eighteen-year-old can stop a war all by herself," Mitsuki said in a mocking tone. Suddenly she had an epiphany and continued. "Oh, wait a minute, I get it! You're all just jealous! You can't prove you're better than her, so you want to shame her until she quits and leaves, and then you can gloat about it to your friends! Brilliant plan, girls, really, but there's one problem. You forgot about me."

Niwase backed away from Mitsuki with a confused look on her face while Mitsuki laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter to me if you're a Juraian or a Seniwan or a Wau or even a Renoiran like Kiyone, because, in the end, you'll all have nothing to say for yourselves when I get the highest semester scores out of our class. So my advice, stop fretting about Mihoshi's family, and start worrying about who you'll be serving tea to when our two years are up!"

Grunting in annoyance, Niwase stormed off without a word and Mitsuki closed the door in triumph. "Finally, that's over," she told herself, but unfortunately, her two roommates didn't think so, as they stared at her arms crossed.

"This isn't going to work out for two years," one of them said.

"Yeah," the other concurred. "Maybe it's best that you get another dorm."

Airi's office had a visitor, and a man let himself inside to deliver more envelopes to her. Taking a quick look at them, she realized they were the ones she half-expected to arrive sooner or later, and she immediately began working on her computer to make some arrangements.

The night fell on the Academy, but while most everyone in the women's dormitories was tucked away in their rooms, two women were walking and talking to themselves.

"Honestly, the never of those people," Mitsuki said with annoyance. "It's not my fault that I'm right."

"Kut'sa, la quantità de leur," Kiyone said with similar annoyance.

They turned a final corner but were surprised to see each other as well as Mihoshi standing at their destination.

"Oh! You two are here, too?" Mihoshi asked them. "They didn't tell me I'd have new dormmates."

"What do you mean?" Mitsuki asked her.

"Well, my dormmates… they kicked me out. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but. what about…"

"You know, it's funny you mentioned that. I got kicked out too!" Mitsuki said.

Kiyone nodded in concurrence. "I could not cohabit."

Suddenly, all three women looked at each other with confusion in their eyes, unable to believe that all of them got kicked out on their first day at the Academy. A second of awkward foot stomping and fake coughs permeated the air before Kiyone spoke up. "Well? Please enter."

"Um… I can't," Mihoshi said with an embarrassed tone. "You see, I had already gone inside and then went out to test the locking feature. I was told that the lock would accept fingerprint scans."

"You're kidding… well, I'll try mine!" Mitsuki said quickly, but her fingerprint wouldn't work, and neither would Kiyone's.

Ten minutes later, Airi came over to let them inside finally.

"I've never heard of the fingerprint locks not working," she said casually. "One of you must have some really bad luck!"

Mihoshi nervously looked away as Airi stepped aside to let them in. "Beware, if you three don't get along, I doubt anyone else will be willing to let you in. Forgive my bluntness, but getting kicked out on the first day suggests none of you are particularly popular with your peers. But, I shouldn't gossip so much, have a good night, you three!"

The door closed, and the three women stared at each other again, not sure of what to say at the moment.

"Well, it's getting late," Mitsuki said. "Guess I'll get some sleep."

Kiyone nodded in agreement, and the two of them left Mihoshi at the front of the dorm as they wandered out of sight. Mihoshi took a deep breath and leaned against the door.

Today wasn't great, and she doubted if things would get any better soon, but she didn't feel like crying about it anymore, because she only did that when she felt alone, like in Teishang, but here, she knew there were others like her, and knowing that filled her with strength inside.

"I've found it," she told herself. "I finally did."

Preview of Next Chapter

Kiyone: " Cosa faz voi decir 'sneak out'?"

Mihoshi: "That's what I heard everyone else talking about. Apparently, everyone does it a week after the semester starts. It sounds like fun!"

Mitsuki: "Sure, as long as you're not caught. I heard those security drones shoot you with stuff that can't be shown on TV. Wait… are we on TV?"

Mihoshi: "Come on! I thought you liked a challenge! The next chapter of Academy Days! , "Extracurricular Activities"!

"It's unquestionably going to be a great bonding experience!"

Author's Note: It all just comes together in the end.

I've figured out the reason I don't like outlining stories, it's because I have unrealistic expectations for what I could fit inside a certain amount of words. Plus, I just like the idea of winging it and coming up with ideas as I work.

Anyway, "Moving Out… and In" took longer than expected because I was busy reading manga and playing video games. That's it. I don't expect 'Extracurricular Activities' to take another month. I'll shoot for maybe fifteen days or so.

Mikami Kuramitsu from Tenchi Muyo! GXP returns as the Headmaster of the Galaxy Police Academy, but like Airi, she isn't exactly the same woman that you'd be familiar with. For one, she seems to want to distance herself from Mihoshi for some reason, and she doesn't even have the same last name. Here's a hint: her current last name, "Pingru", comes from Zheng Pingru, a Chinese woman who spied on the Japanese Army during the Second Sino-Japanese War.