Welcome to Academy City. The time is late morning, the weather is fine, and the date is February 15.
You are Kyril Torikov, Level 3 telekinetic instructor and class was still in session. This morning, you just woke up your successor to the business of being the City’s bitch. MINERVA, as a Last Order had named her, was a combat cyborg just like you. The difference was that she took after the Sisters, more specifically her creator Last Order, than anyone else. MINERVA was an electromaster after all. She even preferred the AK to the assortment of weapons you had laid out in front of her. Goodness knows how familiar they are to that family of guns considering your mother’s history. Hopefully she would be able to avoid the mistakes you made along the way.
The two of you were walking back to your car. Behind you, Anti-Skill were still dealing with the aftermath of the bank siege’s resolution courtesy of MINERVA. There hadn’t been much bloodshed and if asked you would have replied with, “they shot themselves officers, I swear.” Which, given the increasing presence of the press, seemed increasingly likely. Last Order was over the moon at how the field exercise went. So was Nayuta, but less so because she just lost a bet with your little sister. Such was Last Order’s joy that she was pushing you to boast in front of the press about MINERVA. Nayuta was the sensible one, saying that it was too early to deal with the press. You would agree with her, given the trouble you would have to go through dealing with them, but Last Order was giving you that pleading look that only small children could do.
Would you like to deal with the press right now?
>Yes, maybe MINERVA might learn something
>No, this was more trouble than it was worth
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