A member of the student council, whose name remains undisclosed, went to the old school building to check on a rumor that people were seen there after school. When she went into one of the locker rooms, she discovered traces of torture all over it. There were wooden vaulting blocks that had one extra block that could be added on top, which was shaped like a triangle and was covered in stains. On an old couch in the corner of the room lay ropes and chains, and a horse whip could be found in one of the broken drawers.

She was a person with a curious streak, but even she thought that it was eerie. When she backed away and turned around at the door to leave, a low rumbling sound in the room caused her to take a stop and look once more, but...

"... BAM!" Akane shouts loudly all of a sudden. The others, who had been dismissive of her stories before, had started to listen intently, and jump at her loud voice. "The door of a locker slams shut right next to her, and she ran for her life!"

"Don't scare us like this, Akane!"

"Yeah, the story wasn't even that spooky, but your voice was too loud!"

One after another, they begin to complain, and the girl pelted under their words shrinks as she pushes up her glasses. However, one person's voice remains unheard, and Akane looks up to her carefully.

"That was quite an interesting story, Mouri-san." Lethia comments with a warm smile. Encouraged by her praise, she returns the expression. The other girls are unable to complain any more when the transfer student says she likes it. "Please tell me more."

"Oh, alright." With a shy laugh, Akane changes her attitude once again and becomes serious. Even if the stories she tells are not particularly scary, she has the right approach in her delivery. With coherent speech and an almost hushed voice as if fearing that someone unintended could overhear her, she begins once again. "This is the rumor about the split-mouthed girl that has been sighted at night, walking through the school aimlessly."

Lethia very nearly does a spit-take upon hearing this and sets her carton of milk down on the table. Luckily, nobody notices as she struggles to keep her composure.

"This is coming from someone in my literature club, so it's a reliable source." The glasses girl continues ominously. Of course, she does not give that person's name, to keep his or her privacy, but also to lend the story a sense of mystery. "She says that just at the beginning of this semester, she fell asleep after club activities. It was dark and the school had closed down already, when she finally woke up, so she went to ask for the key to the gate from the guard on night watch duty. On her way through the corridor on the second floor, she saw a small girl come up the stairs."

Pausing for dramatic effect, Akane takes a deep breath, as if preparing herself mentally. Everyone hangs onto her every word and an anxious silence lays its blanket over the group of girls. Lethia is nervous for a different reason, as she knows clearly who this small girl with the split mouth is. Then again, judging from the fact that nobody seems to have drawn the connection, it may be safe to say that nothing has been revealed yet.

"A small girl that looks like an elementary school child walking through the high school building at night, moving completely silently... it caused her skin to break out in goose-bumps. She instinctively hid behind a corner and watched the girl look around. Then she began to come towards her location; she was trapped!" Akane's voice takes on a hint of fear and it becomes contagious, as the other girls begin to stare at her in anticipation.

The fact that this person from the literature club was able to tell her the story means that she survived it, is all that Lethia thinks, but she does not show any of it on her face.

"When the small girl passed by her, she almost breathed out in relief, but then she suddenly stopped and turned around to look at her. There were gruesome stitched scars that split the corners of her mouth open, up to the ears! She ran with all her might, climbed over the school gate and sprinted all the way home, then collapsed the moment she closed the door behind her." With this, Akane concludes the story. The group remains silent and exchange nervous glances among each other. Unexpectedly, Lethia looks uncomfortable as well.

"Shikora-san?" Akane asks while blinking in confusion. The red-haired girl did not seem the type to be shaken by horror stories like these, but apparently she took it quite hard.

"It's just a scary story told among students. There's no truth to it." One of the other girls says nervously, not a hint of composure in her attempt to write it off as fiction.

"Y-Yeah, I guess you're right." Lethia says and smiles in slight relief. In reality, she is still concerned about somebody making the connection between this split-mouthed girl and a certain student in this class.

"Let's get onto a more light-hearted rumor." Akane says with an apologetic expression. Now she feels bad for making the girl with the glasses think that it was the story that caused her discomfort. "This is about someone in our class, a certain transfer student who came before Shikora-san."

This time, Lethia chokes on her salad and is unable to suppress the coughing fit. What has that girl been doing?!

"What's wrong?" Hitomi asks the previous transfer student in her lap. They somehow ended up in this position once again, as if it was completely natural. Senka seems strangely fine with being treated like a child or a doll, as she is being hugged from behind.

"Nothing, it just felt like somebody was talking about me..." The masked girl responds with a slightly irritated expression.

"Who could be talking about you? I'm here with you right now?" The track and field girl asks in an overly innocent tone, teasing the girl in her lap for having such a small presence ever since she transferred in. After all this time, Hitomi is the only friend she made, despite how different they are in both looks and personality.

"Very funny..." Senka makes and leans back. Even though she may be cynical and always complaining, she still seeks human closeness and warmth.

"Class dismissed. Everyone, don't forget your homework for tomorrow. Especially you, Matsuda-san." The teacher, Ritsuko, specifically points out Hitomi, since she is notorious for not doing her homework and only concentrating on her club activities instead. "You may be on the best way to get into a good university on an athletic scholarship, but that doesn't mean you can slack off on school work." Her reprimanding tone would be much more persuasive, if not for her amusing reaction to the girl's advances during morning homeroom.

"If you promise me a kiss as a reward, I'll do it, Ricchan!" The girl in question states boldly and the whole class breaks out in laughter. Blushing and puffing up her cheeks, Ritsuko is unsure on how to respond, before slamming down her textbook.

"Stop teasing your teacher, and don't call me Ricchan!" She yells, but nobody can take her seriously, as she looks like a child throwing a tantrum and appears cute rather than intimidating. Still, the students know when to stop as to not cross the line, and Hitomi is one of them, as she does not pursue the matter any further. Seeing as nobody else speaks up, Ritsuko leaves the classroom with a pout. When she closes the door behind herself, the class begins to move as well, some going to club activities while others return home.

"Shikora-san, I would like to show you the tea ceremony club." Ino, who has been dethroned as the bustiest girl in the class, comes up to Lethia. "I am sure it would make for the best learning experience in traditional Japanese culture." She is faster than all the other club members that want to scout the new transfer student, since she sits right in front of her.

"Ahh, unfair, Ino!"

"Ino-chan is sneaky!"

"I would love to... umm." Lethia agrees, pausing as she was unable to remember her full name.

"Furukawa Ino, but you can just call me Ino." She responds with a radiant smile. The others surrounding them have an expression of defeat on their faces, as there is no fast way to view a tea ceremony to gain insight into it. This means that there will be no time to visit any of the other clubs for the rest of the day.

"Don't worry everyone, I will take this whole week and visit all the clubs before making my decision." The red-haired girl states, shining a ray of hope upon those gathered, whose faces light up in joy at these words.

"Are you sure you don't want to ask her?" Senka turns to Hitomi, who just finished packing up her stuff and is moving to leave for the track and field club activities.

"Nah, I doubt she'll have any interest in running. And she's not really built for it either." Clearly, she is referring to Lethia's height and chest size. "I still don't understand how that one senpai in the club does it, she's almost as big as Ino." With a contemplative expression, Hitomi looks at the two busty girls, comparing their sizes over their clothes, before shrugging and turning away. "See you tomorrow, Senka-chan."

"Bye..." Waving her off, the masked girl shoulders her bag and leaves the classroom through the back door. She is a member of the going-home-club and it would appear that she will remain with little presence for her entire time at the school. After all, she makes no conscious effort to find any friends, and even the relationship with Hitomi is mostly one-sided. "Leave me alone..." She mutters.

"To attend the tea ceremony, it is preferred to wear a kimono." Ino says, a hint of calculating in her eyes. Lethia notices it, but does not pay it any attention. They are in the tea ceremony club's private changing room and the former has already begun to undress, showing off her mature lace underwear. "And it is preferred to not wear anything underneath, to prevent its outline from being visible."

Lethia unhesitatingly takes off all her clothes, and everyone in the room stares at her in awe, their eyes as round as plates. She is the type to look small under clothes, too; her breast size is in a completely different order, compared to even Ino's. In fact, they must be the largest within the entire school. Speechless, they just keep staring at her, while the red-haired girl looks around in confusion.

"What is it? Is there something wrong with my body?" She asks innocently and looks down at herself questioningly.

"N-no, we just thought that you had such an incredible body..." Ino finally says with a sense of defeat.

"Oh, you have a great figure, too, Ino-san." Lethia responds shyly and picks up the guest kimono given to her. It is the only one available in her size, of a sky blue color with a pink cherry petal print. She slips into it but begins to fiddle with the sash, not knowing how to put it on. Seeing that, Ino approaches to help her, while still only in her underwear. "Thank you."

The image of one busty beauty helping another dress in a kimono entrances the other girls, as they watch without making a sound.

"So, how was the tea ceremony club?" Senka asks while looking up from her book, when the door to the hotel room-like space opens. Closing it behind herself, Lethia walks through the room on shaky legs while pulling off her school uniform and untying her hair, before finally falling onto the bed face-first in exhaustion. "Better question, how was sitting in seiza for hours on end?" She chuckles.

"That's not funny at all." The red-head turns over on the bed and says with an indignant frown. "I couldn't cast pain resistance because everyone was staring at me all the time. You could have warned me..." Sitting up and muttering a spell, her ears grow longer, until they are nearly as long as her shoulders are wide.

"Then I would have missed out on the fun of watching you stagger through the room like that." Closing her book, Senka puts it down and looks at the Olethea she knows. "Really, to think you passed as a sixteen year old with that needlessly large body of yours..." She comments on the eldar's look in her underwear with a hint of wonder and plenty of irritation. "Found out anything?"

"Yeah, I found out that the Japanese are making a needless fuss out of drinking a cup of very bitter tea... although the tea cake was really nice, I'd like to eat more of that." Olethea responds while running her fingers through her hair to undo the braid. While the tips would normally reach below her buttocks, her open hair tickles the back of her knees. "And I learned that kimono look better on those with small breasts." Touching her own immense bust, she muses.

"... that's not what I meant." At the mention of chest size, Senka's eyebrows drop down onto a perceived straight line in annoyance. "Did you find out anything about our target?" The fact that she speaks about the job as if it involves herself puts a smile onto the red-head's face. It means that the doll-like girl has fully accepted working with Olethea as an inter-dimensional assassin. While she did have a perfect track record on her own before, having someone alongside her in the field makes for much more fun. "What are you smiling about?"

"Just thinking that you're really cute~ ♡"

"Take this seriously. I don't want to stay another month or even longer around here..."

"Oh, even though you seem to have made a friend?" Olethea teases with curled lips and a knowing look. "What was her name again... Hitomi?"

"I know not to make friends when on a mission." With a dismissive attitude, Senka states in a matter of fact tone.

"Hey, where's the fun in that? Between jobs we can always come back here and you can visit her, you know?"

"I'd rather not. Japan has changed a lot since I last came here."

"Was it the same dimension?"

"I don't know, but it was a thousand or so years ago." The doll-like girl says casually and waves her hand to dismiss the topic. "So, anything?"

"I only visited the tea ceremony club, so nothing turned up yet. But I did hear an interesting set of rumors about you..." Olethea's expression changes. "Namely that you have been spotted in the school at night, with your mask off. I told you I could put a disguising spell on you to hide those scars." Sighing, the eldar gestures at her own ears, which had been turned into those of a normal human's during the day at school.

"And I told you that I can do it myself, if I have to. I showed my scars on purpose, so that it would stir up new rumors." Grimacing almost childishly, Senka stretches her stitches and shows off all her teeth at once. Their target this time is someone that thrives on rumors and mystery, so it is the right decision to try and fuel the school with more of it.

"I see. Nice thinking... I can't even retort." Impressed, Olethea backs down on the subject. "In either case, at this rate we'll be here for a while."

"Not like time matters on this job." Leaning back on her seat and picking up the book again, Senka states with a shrug and proceeds to continue reading. The red-head looks at her curiously for a moment, before fully undressing and walking into the adjacent bathroom. Watching it from the corner of her eyes, the doll-like girl sighs and shakes her head. "Although I'd prefer not to spend too much time here after all..."