The Legend of Level 0 in Academy City

Kamijou Touma gasped, feeling the spiciness spreading from his mouth down his esophagus to his stomach, and quickly ate a bite of food.

"However, upon reflection, the taste was actually quite good!"

"Hmm... Touma, you have good taste! I like this! Come on, Accelerator!"

Saten Ruiko glared angrily at Inoue Eika, who was only concerned with the two people in her little circle and completely ignoring the beauties on the other side, before turning to look at Shokuhou Misaki on her left.

"Hey, Shokuhou-senpai, can your Mind Control allow you to see other people's memories?"

Saten Ruiko was a little curious about this blonde young lady who seemed to have a story to tell.

She had certainly heard of Misaki Shokuhou's name. Although Inoue Eika hadn't provided much information, Saten Ruiko, who followed various news and anecdotes, was quite familiar with the basic information of the only seven Level 5s that Academy City had ever announced.

"Hmm? Of course, that's no problem. Whose memories would you like to see, Saten-san?"

Misaki Shokuhou smiled slightly, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then spoke gently to Ruiko Saten.

Compared to the less frank Misaka Mikoto, Shokuhou Misaki has a good impression of this cheerful and energetic girl who is always smiling.

"Then, could you help me figure out what kind of dirty thoughts Eika is harboring?"

Saten Ruiko's lips curled slightly, and she glanced at Inoue Hideka, who was drinking happily with Accelerator and Kamijou Touma, with a mischievous smile, and asked expectantly.

"Wow! What are you saying, Ruizi? I'm so innocent, how could I possibly have any dirty thoughts? Xiaoqi, don't listen to Ruizi!"

Although Inoue Hideka was enjoying her drink, she was also keeping an eye on the situation on the other side. When she heard Saten Ruiko's words, she hurriedly retorted loudly.

If Saten Ruiko knew that he had been having this recurring thought in his mind lately—that he wanted to have her as soon as possible—then the difficulty of actually doing it would increase significantly.

Thinking about this, Inoue Hideka also felt a little regretful. She should have just taken it down the first time. Why did she have to stop at the crucial moment?

"Hehe~~ Saten-kun, this isn't the place to talk about this! I'll tell you secretly when we have a chance~~"

Misaki Shokuhou put her finger to her lips, winked her left eye at Ruiko Saten, and said with a grin.

Misaka Mikoto sat next to Saten Ruiko, listening intently from the very beginning, eager to know what Inoue Eika was thinking.

Although I don't agree with Misaki Shokuhou's abilities, it should be okay to just look at her memories, especially that bastard's memories, right?

However, he was too proud to ask Misaki Shokuhou for help. After hearing Misaki Shokuhou's words, he focused all his attention on the dishes in front of him and began to eat them like crazy.

“That’s true!” Saten Ruiko glanced at the ladies and children present, frowned slightly, and then happily said to Shokuhou Misaki, “Then thank you in advance, Shokuhou-senpai!”

After saying that, he turned to look at Inoue Hideka, who had instantly become docile, with a gentle smile, a cunning expression, and gave a defiant hum.

"Hmph~ Hmph~!"

Inoue Hideka certainly didn't believe that Shokuhou Misaki would spy on his memories for such a trivial matter; she was probably just joking.

However, just in case, Inoue Hideka behaved herself and was afraid that any action might anger the Queen and cause her to actually see her memories and tell Saten Ruiko.

The rest of the time passed peacefully, and we finished dinner.

The meal was generally enjoyable for both the host and guests, except for Accelerator vomiting up his drink and Inoue Eika being threatened by Saten Ruiko.

Saten Ruiko's cooking skills were impeccable, and Misaka Mikoto's specially made stir-fried eggs with chives was also delicious. Everyone enjoyed the meal.

Especially Index, you can tell just by looking at Saten Ruiko serving Index bowl after bowl of rice.

Although Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki still didn't get along, they had shared a meal together, which subtly brought them a little closer.

Shirai Kuroko was able to sit with her beloved Mikoto, and throughout the meal, she kept putting food on Last Order's plate, watching Last Order eat with a satisfied (obsessive?) expression, while she herself didn't eat much.

While eating, Haruharu Kazari looked at Shokuhou Misaki with an adoring expression; she was the perfect young lady in her heart.

Her behavior, mannerisms, eating habits, and even the way she picks up food all reflect the elegance of a young lady from a wealthy family.

Saten Ruiko moves among the girls, helping to serve them rice while still finding time to liven up the atmosphere.

In a sense, she is truly an extraordinary young woman.

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Buzz!

Inoue Hideka started the motorcycle and said to Shokuhou Misaki and Uiharu Kazari, who were standing next to her, "Get on!"

It was already past 8 PM. Inoue Hideka was responsible for escorting Uiharu Kazari and Shokuhou Misaki back to their dorm. Saten Ruiko and Kamijou Touma were responsible for cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen.

Misaka Mikoto had already ridden her mount and rushed to Tokiwadai dormitory, saving Inoue Eika a lot of trouble.

"Um, my dorm is closer, I'll be there in a bit, how about you sit in the front, Shokuhou-senpai?"

"Hmm...whatever is fine~"

Uiharu Kazari, Inoue Eika, and Saten Ruiko all attend Sakugawa Middle School, and their dormitories are not far apart. This place is very close to Inoue Eika's dormitory, and of course, it is not far from Uiharu Kazari's dormitory either.

The three of us were sitting on the motorcycle, and to be honest, it was a bit cramped, especially with the trunk in the back.

"Um……"

After Inoue Eika sat down with Haru Shiori, she suddenly felt two round, soft mounds press against her back.

Thinking about what it would be like to be stuck to her back, her face suddenly turned red, and she stiffened her back.

Inoue Hideka usually only estimated how magnificent Misaki Shokuhou's chest was with her eyes, but today she got a direct experience of it.

Without even asking if Shiori Haru was seated properly, Inoue Hideka directly steered the motorcycle away, wanting nothing more than to escape this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

Buzz!

Two minutes later.

The distance wasn't far to begin with, and thanks to Inoue Eika's super-fast speed, they quickly arrived at Hatsuharu Kazari's dormitory.

"Thank you, Inoue-kun! Be careful on your way!"

"Well, goodbye, early spring!"

Feeling the softness leave her back, Inoue Hideka was finally able to speak freely.

Buzz!

When Inoue Hideka restarted the motorcycle, he slowed down the speed considerably.

"Um... Shokuhou-senpai, I'm so sorry about today. I pretended to be your boyfriend without your permission..."

"..."

Misaki Shokuhou remained silent. Just as Inoue Eika thought she was truly angry and was about to explain in a panic, she suddenly said:

"Hmph! I'll let you off this time, but if there's a next time... I wouldn't mind telling your girlfriend about your filthy thoughts~~"

"No! For my sake, Your Majesty, please don't!"

"Hehe~~ Could it be that you really have some filthy thoughts? Now that you mention it, I'm quite curious myself~~"

"Forehead?"

So it was a trick on me...

Inoue Hideka silently breathed a sigh of relief and decided to change the subject, no longer discussing this embarrassing issue.

"Actually, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with..."

"Oh? What's wrong now? This is so troublesome... But tell me anyway."

"Um, it's about... Senior's ability. Since it can alter memories, can it add things to other people's memories?"

Chapter 117 After Dinner

"Hmm? Add something? What exactly should I add?"

"I can't really explain it, but it's like how to use firearms, various Sanda techniques, and stuff like that."

"You mean forcibly cramming certain knowledge into the brain like a learning device? Heh~~"

Misaki Shokuhou hit the nail on the head, and after speaking, she chuckled softly, seemingly mocking Inoue Hideka's dullness.

"Yes! That's exactly what I mean. So... can you do it, senior?"

"Theoretically, there is no problem, but... the extent to which knowledge that is forcibly instilled can be put into practice cannot be guaranteed."

"It doesn't matter……"

As Inoue Hideka spoke, she parked her motorcycle on the side of the road, got off, and looked at Shokuhou Misaki with anticipation.

"Could you please implant this knowledge into my brain, senior? Please!"

Misaki Shokuhou watched Inoue Hidekazu's actions in surprise, not understanding why he had suddenly stopped. Hearing Inoue Hidekazu's words, she smiled wryly and said:

"Although I said it's no problem, I need to have this knowledge in my brain first! But it's not a big deal, so I'll mercifully agree to it... I'll let you know in a few days when I'm ready."

"Ah... Oh! Hehe... I see!"

Inoue Hideka scratched his head awkwardly, chuckled, got back on the motorcycle, and continued driving towards the schoolyard.

"Thank you so much, Senior Misaki. I'm really sorry to trouble you so much! The driver's license, the thing behind my ear, and the way you saved me during the experiment... Um, is there anything I can do for you, Senior? I feel like I owe you more and more..."

"I remember... I said it wasn't for you, right? Since your memory is so bad, junior, you really need some psychological therapy from your senior, don't you?"

"Ah~~ Haha, I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything!"

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Tokiwadai Dormitory.

Misaka Mikoto lay on her side on the bed, with her back to Shirai Kuroko's bed.

Beside the pillow, in her hand lay an open sheet of paper, its surface displaying Inoue Eika's rather unorthodox handwriting.

Although the handwriting is not neat and can only be barely read, Misaka Mikoto still thinks it is very beautiful just by looking at the flowing characters.

The font, like its owner, is flamboyant, unrestrained, and carefree, showing no sign of seriousness.

Why did that guy write lyrics like that?!

Misaka Mikoto gripped the paper tightly, staring intently at the characters on it, lost in thought.

These lyrics... no matter how you look at them... they feel like a confession of love...

That bastard!

The relationship between Mingming and the fifth person is still unclear, so what is the point of writing something that causes misunderstanding?

Stupid!

Next time, you'll have to explain it to me clearly!