Only those who prove themselves worthy of being on a Shinobi team of five were given proper clearance to renovate their living quarters to their liking. That wasn't to say you were forbidden from having any decorations in your room, this wasn't a military academy, but there was a difference between putting up a few posters here and there,putting a mattress or TV in your room, and this insult against the laws of physics..

[And the death toll is estimated at] CLICK [Sources say the explosion originated from this motel here in Kodama-] CLICK [-aiga Hyōki is considered the top suspect in-]

And the word this perfectly described the thing that Dougen-sama order them to watch over as she went along with her day.

Her room was absurdly luxurious, with reflective white floors that looked to be self cleaning. Any one of them would have noticed if that thing or anyone else would have cleaned this place up, but there was rarely, if ever, dust to be found anywhere in this room. You'd think she'd clean it herself, but there weren't any fingerprints to lift, at least none that they could find on whatever she touched, as if she didn't have any, and if she was using her chakra to obscure them, that is if she had any chakra to begin with, then it was obvious that she had potential on par with the legendary Hanzō!

But like many things in the halls of Hebijo Clandestine Girl's Academy, they were under strict orders to keep quiet about what went on around here, and the principal, Dougen-sama, was very clear about letting their blue haired guest keep her secrets. And it was safe to say that this abomination had many secrets.

Back to the room, there was confusion as to whether or not there was a Shinobi Kekkai in place, Because that would explain why this room looked the way it did. It would justify everything in here, like the giant aquarium in place of a ceiling, with mood lighting built into it that would alter the color of the room to her liking. Or the support beams with holograms that displayed news feeds from around the world. There weren't any control panels that they could find in this room, and there were certainly none in the walls, which were also aquariums, so it couldn't be in one of those, not unless she had military grade waterproofing for her electronics. It had to e a Shinobi Kekkai, otherwise that last thing was something Dogen-sama would confiscate immediately.

Maybe the thing that maintained the Kekkai was in that hoverchair of hers? That ghastly, ugly hoverchair? Why in the world would that thing choose such a slick,futuristic aesthetic for her room, and then decided that thing was a good choice to sit in?! It was like she got the largest anglerfish she could find, hollowed its innards out , and put in some of the most expensive technology she had ever seen into the remains! And again, Dogen-sama let her keep all this?!

Was it because he liked foreigners? That question was so stupid she didn't even know why she asked herself, but if it was true….well…she couldn't blame him. She was unnaturally good looking, even for a Shinobi.

She wore the Hebijo school uniform well, as her breasts were so massive that the fabric of the shirt stretched out and showed her stomach for all to see, like most of the students here. Her smooth, knee length, ocean-blue hair, crimson red eyes, and the pitch black color of the Hebijo school uniform, contrasted greatly with her incredibly pale, milky white skin. Combined with her larger than average rear and massive bust, bigger than the sister of the main Hebijo team's second in command, and her 'personality', personality being in the loosest of terms, she was quite popular with many of the student body, with a fanclub rivaling the Hebijo team leader Miyabi.

But for the faculty and those with experience in dealing with artificial lifeforms, Abyss Lurere had to be the most disgusting mockery of a human being they'd ever met. And they had no choice but to put up with her.

'Another day of fleshbag experimentation done and over with!' The monster thought as she reclined back in her hoverchair, which was far better than those stupid mats the fleshbags used for bedding, and drank in the chaos she caused last night. And to think, this body wouldn't have been able to handle a Maverick Hunter SMG beforehand!

A 5'2" remote controlled frame made to look like a voluptuous 16 year old German female was the design for this external frame when it came for her to infiltrate Shinobi society. It was a simple bod, Miyano industries standard, basic animation templates for the CPU to go through so she didn't have to do things like walking or opening doors, it was the lazy bot's bod, far cheaper than getting the preset programs legally, and it was a pitifully weak thing compared to her true body. Then again, not that many things were stronger than her real body. Hell, she could probably body slam this entire school if she wasn't on standby.

That being said however….last night still came as a surprise to her. Her Tapirphant, Peckershark, Saginata and the others were all given the same upgrades years ago, and thanks to their respective tasks, they never had the chance to use them. Boy were they probably jealous once they saw the power they were packing now! Especially Ouroboros, that cunt.

The upgrades were all combat related, specifically aimed to amplify the power of their Special Weapons and their built in Busters, and she had to say, she loved the results! That Charge Shot was on par with the firepower produced by the Mega Man's hated armors, maybe even on par with that giant clunker armor he used against whatever that dinosaur Reploid's name was!

Logically speaking, It should not have produced as much power as it did last night. This body was made for two things: blending in, and running. That's it. The only reason their human benefactor didn't pull some excuse out of his disgusting fecal hole to justify the continuation of her education here was because a civilian Reploid was always stronger than a human. Until the disgusting fleshbags changed that after the 2nd Maverick War.

The kickback from that shot should have demolished this entire frame, but with her back where she belonged, Lurere supposed that anything was possible. And that wasn't the only bit of good news that they got thanks to the boss lady getting her sister back. To help facilitate their increased firepower, She gave all eight of their optical sensory networks the overclock treatment, improving their reflexes and allowing them to get a better gauge on how much strain their bodies were under. But there was also another addition that she was sure everyone loved: Maverick Hunter level energy detection equipment, minimized to fit right in the motherboard for her left eye, which allowed them to see past the Mega Man's black armor should he ever find the need to use it again, therefore preventing a repeat of Saginata's embarrassment 8 years back. And it also let her see the fleshbags hiding in the shadows, thanks to the hidden cameras in this body's left and right temples.

Again, Saginata's failure at capturing the Mega Man at his weakest, saddled with five ball and chains in the form of the fleshbags he rescued, necessitated a way to find out how these organics and the Blue Bomber were able to hide from their sensory equipment without that satellite. With her on their side now, they had their answer, and with a 33% reduction of fleshbag dissection! I mean, sure they had the answer as to how their biological energy system functioned, but..they're fleshbags. What self respecting Maverick wouldn't want to mutilate a man or twenty?

Combine all that with the cloaking capabilities this frame had pre-equipped into it that made avoiding the primitive surveillance systems of this world a breeze, and she could move anywhere she wanted without those overly developed idiots watching her. It was understandable that the pathetic, primitive machinery of this world couldn't detect these 'masters of stealth', when some cheap aluminum foil from the store could block the most advanced thermal detection equipment here. Her equipment gave her an accurate, live feed of her stalkers, and even let her see the spatial containment fields they kept on their person in the form of scrolls. "Well, time to hit the books." And as long as she kept up this little charade, the fleshbag boss shouldn't have any problems with her.

She stepped off of the hoverchair, taking note of the lack of change in heartbeat or bodily chemicals from the stalkers as she recalled the furniture back into her Internal Storage Drive. So they were getting used to her huh? Wonder if they still thought it was one of their energy manipulation techniques, or 'Jutsus' as they called them. Worthless fleshbags and their naming conventions.

"Now where was the study hall again?" The flighty busty airheaded persona wasn't a favorite of hers to use, and as one Lord Sigma's chosen she had quite the disdain for those personality types, but the preset really helped her blend into this overly complicated military training academy. As she walked out of her room, the stalkers following her, she queued up her books in her ISD and materialized them in her dummy's hands as she left the calming blues of her room, the door closing behind her automatically -one of her many additions to her living quarters- and leaving her in the cold, drab, brown hallways of Hebijo Clandestine Girl's Academy.

She missed the ocean. Having to keep her main body on standby while she devoted all attention to this puppet wasn't even the least bit exhausting, at least not anymore, but that still didn't make it comforting to operate. All those torpedoes going to waste, the earthquake and typhoon generators collecting dust, it'd bring a tear to her eye if she thought it was worth the effort to activate that program.

Thankfully the animation presets she had installed worked just fine for day to day interactivity while she was bored out of her skull. Still, some practice was in order, because of said boredom, a flaw of perfect sentience. Looking back at her memory files as she walked, her frame winced in disgust whenever she tried to act on her own without the presets active. If that ballerina freak of nature was getting unnerved, then she had problems. She needed a crash course in social interaction, but who to start with?

"Abyss-sama!" Ah, the perfect training dummy! One of the prepubescent fleshbags, mammary glands bouncing as though she didn't wear any support for them, ran up to her gleefully. "G-good morning Abyss-sama!" That's right, she accumulated a fanclub. And like every other member of that group, this one was dripping with greed, though she wasn't greedy for monetary or material objects. She just wanted her precious upperclassman to notice her.

INITIALIZING WEATHERBERG INDUSTRIES CONVERSATION PROGRAM VER.B Yes, this one will do. Gyaru inflection was what she used here, so she loaded that up into the Japanese language files, and oh why not? Put on a veneer of attempted upper class nobility? "Yooo, what's-" She took a second to log into the school registry to find out who the hell this was. "-Say..ka…nay…ta…san…" Emphasize the accent, turn your head up and fake a thinking pose. Luckily the Akihabara Waifu Training module was the perfect program to draw Japanese facial animations from, and these morons never even noticed. It was so worth the 640k yen she got it for before Lord Sigma kicked off the Repliforce War!

The girl, Sakanata, pouted. "Ab-yss-sa-ama!" Honestly, how could her senpai be so dense?! "Oooohh.." She blushed, twiddling her thumbs. "Oh, I can't stay mad at you!"

Oh thank Sigma for animation presets, because that look the fleshbag was giving her was absolutely disgusting. They weren't even special presets, like the ones given to their operatives back on their world so they could interact with civilians, even with the Virus altering their core programming. No, these were just some random ones you could get for cheap at any Reploid manufacturing company, the equivalent of a cheap dev kit for a game console, and just as low-tech. It even came with preset voices, how convenient!

"Aww you're so cute!" Pat the creature on the head, ignore the look of delight aimed at her. "I was about to go for a study sesh, wanna go?" It was almost time anyway. Just another hour or two, and Mega Man X would once again step foot into this dimension. Who knows how strong he had become over the years? Then again, he probably didn't know how powerful they've become. She had to hide her grin upon imagining how that poor boy scout would act when he saw who made them as strong as they were now!

And Peckershark, his first victim, was just itching to get her blades soaked with his Energen.