The Legends Still Live On
Bogen Neunzehn-komma-ein: Extras Fünf und Sechs
Kapitel Fünf: Unmögliche Herausforderung
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It was yet another sunny morning aboard the Zuikaku, and with the new day came another day of business for the McBraun Clothes Repair shop.
"Okay, so what kind of look are you looking for?" Nathan's mother politely asked to her current client. She was already at her workbench and attentively paying her attention to her client. She had on some relatively casual clothing that was still fit for working, such as some black pants and a white collared shirt that had buttons only at the uppermost parts.
Her client was the Swedish history buff known by the soul name of Gustav. Standing before her in his typical Ooarai school outfit and his Gustavian-era cuirass, specially tailored for his personal tastes and decorated with the blue and yellow Scandinavian cross that completely covered the entire garment, he simply passed a small portrait to Nathan's mother.
The clothing repair specialist took the portrait and inspected it, deducing that it must have what he wanted on it. The portrait was one of the Swedish king Gustavus Adolphus the Great. The 17th century outfit for the great Swedish ruler was easily befitting such a high status, with the trousers and shirt being almost entirely made of silk, but not the boots and vest. The trousers and the shirt were each a golden yellow in color, and the leather boots were in a similar color to match. The boots had some white flaps draping around the opening for the foot to enter. The shirt was complimented by a dark blue vest with similar white flaps around the wrists and neck collar to go with the boots. There were a decent number of jewels that adorned the vest's upper chest areas, though it was far from excessive, and it gave the outfit an overall look of having great power, but without implying any sort of tyrannical arrogance.
Nathan's mother stared at it for a little bit longer before looking up to Gustav. The Swedish history buff had a confident grin that easily displayed power.
"This is a bit much, don't you think?" the clothing repair specialist asked with a bit of an awkward smile.
In response, Gustav slowly shook his head no, all while keeping his confident grin as if he was absolutely sure of his request.
"Oh, boy, this'll take forever…" Nathan's mother quietly said to herself as she turned to get ready to fulfill Gustav's request. No doubt, the job ahead for her would be a long one if it was to be done to absolute perfection. She felt that Gustav, like a true king, would accept nothing less than perfection in his clothing.
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Elsewhere in the shop, Nathan's father was talking with a client of his own at his own workbench.
"Alright, so what kind of outfit are you going for, eh?" he asked casually. He was wearing a similar outfit as his wife was. That is, he wore some black trousers and a white collared shirt with buttons at the chest going up to the neck.
His client handed over a picture of exactly what they wanted, and the shop owner took it and gave it a look. The photo was of a woman wearing an outfit consisting of a white open-collar, low-cut blouse with short puff-type sleeves covered by a dark red, almost burgundy, bodice, plus a full skirt in a matching dark red color complimented by a white apron, both lower garments being short enough in length to end a bit above the mid-thigh. Overall, the outfit could be described as one of the traditional Dirndl dresses worn in Bavaria and Austria, but this particular variant was a De-Cocratisiert, or open-collar, type, and the shorter length of the Dirndlkleid, or maid girl's dress, compared to the norm gave a more sexual impression to the outfit's wearer.
Nathan's father stared at the photo for some time in growing reluctance to fulfill the request before finally turning his head up to face his client: Anzu Kadotani, the most powerful student in Ooarai High School. The diminutive twin-tailed girl was standing before the shop owner in her Ooarai school uniform with a highly confident grin that showed some teeth as she held her hands to her hips.
Nathan's father swallowed some of his reluctance before speaking. "Is that in compliance with your school's rules?" he asked in a tone that betrayed his reluctance.
"It is now," Anzu confidently stated as she held her grin with her chin held up a bit. Her chin had to be held up so she could actually make eye contact with the shop owner thanks to her relatively short height. Predictably, she had earlier persuaded the Public Morals Committee to look the other way if they ever saw her in the outfit she was presently asking for. Without using her power to make them fall in line, she knew they would crack down on her for having an outfit that was overly erotic in appearance.
"Ugh…" Nathan's father groaned a bit at her confirmation. He then turned to his workbench to begin with the impossible challenge handed to him. "Alright, I'll get it done."
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Several hours later when evening had come, Gustav stepped out of the McBraun Clothes Repair shop in his new outfit for royalty. He looked like a prime example for a ruler of the Swedish Empire.
He inhaled deeply and let out the breath as he relished the evening air. "Ah, soon the party will begin," he thought aloud with a grin of satisfaction. "Just wait until the others see what I brought along. They'll be bowing before me when they get a look at this." He ended by flaunting his arms out and inspecting his own outfit with pride. He had gotten the kingly outfit for a party that the school had chosen to throw, for whatever reason. He went so big with the outfit so as to show up all of his fellow history buffs, since he knew they would also bring out their best historical outfits for the occasion.
The Swedish history buff soon ended his self-inspection and spun his body to face a particular direction with his fist brought up to his chest. "Now, it is time for the lion to go to war again," he stated before he walked off on his way to get to the party. His walking was quite haughty in its style, with his arms and legs settling into confident strides and steps that demonstrated no fear from him.
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A few minutes later, Anzu stepped outside of the shop into the evening that was now graced by the sunset. She was in the Dirndl she had specifically requested, and it fit her like a glove. She had accounted for her own diminutive size and got the Dirndl she wanted to be sized to her smaller dimensions.
"Aaaaah, sackl Zement," the twin-tailed girl breathed out in a dreamy sigh as she walked away from the shop, light on her footsteps. She was in such a trance from how she felt in the dress and about what she had planned to do with it that she briefly slipped into some of the Bairisch she had learned courtesy of Aprikose Novat. "Gosh, this dress is so nice…"
She soon reacquired her focus on getting to the party and continued to walk away, still light on her footsteps and thinking over what she wanted to do with her new outfit. Why she got a Dirndl as her outfit to the party was because of her full embracement of the Bavarian origins for the boys of the student council, hence her sometimes speaking Bairisch alongside the standard Hochdeutsch that every other German aboard the Zuikaku spoke except for the three Bavarians, who, like Anzu also did nowadays, switched from Bavarian to the standard High German and back. Why she specifically requested a more sexually attractive variant of the dress was because of her more hidden desire to grab the attention of her direct counterpart and close friend Aprikose Novat. She wanted him to get attracted to her, and she chose to make a huge effort towards that goal with her Dirndl.
Just thinking about the idea of seducing him made her sigh in delight and her cheeks heat up into a blush. She soon grew her signature confident and predatory grin, but her face still had her lusty redness on it. "Aprikose Novat, you will be mine," she said to herself with the determination that only pure wanting could bring. She then softened her smile once more into one of desire and held a hand to her heart. "I mog di…" she whispered into the air her confession of being entranced with her fun-loving Bavarian friend. She admitted to her little secret in his own dialect, no less, further cementing her love for him and everything about him.
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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
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