A week has passed since the head mistress proposed the challenge. Since then, Miyako has spent most of her time in her room, working on fine tuning her gunpla. Kirino, who was Miyako’s roommate, was busy fixing dinner at the time. Kirino looked back at the door to Miyako’s room and sighed, wondering how long her friend was going to tinker with her model. She sighed once more and tasted the sauce for the chicken curry that she was making. Satisfied with it, Kirino got out two plates, scoped some steamed white rice on to them, and then ladled some of the curry onto each. She then set the plates down on the table next to the spoons that she had set there previously. Just when she was about to call for Miyako, Miyako opened her door and came out of her room, stretching her arms.
“You've been spending so much time in your room tinkering with your Gundam Levios for the past week. Are you that nervous about the battle?” Kirino said as she sat down in front of her plate. “Actually, I’m not nervous at all,” Miyako replied as she, too, sat down and began eating. “I’ll win without any trouble, without a doubt,” Miyako said around a spoonful. “Please swallow your food before speaking, please. You’ll end up choking or spraying it everywhere,” Kirino replied with a sigh, having just swallowed. “Anyway, what makes you so confident that you’ll win? Doesn't Michael have the more powerful version of it?” she continued before taking another bite. Miyako was just about to respond with a mouth full of chicken curry and rice, but decided to finish chewing and swallow first at the glare from Kirino. “What makes me so confident about it is the fact that Michael doesn’t know what it is fully capable of. He only stole the design, and only knows the basics of it. While I, on the other hand, know all about it and what it’s capable of doing.” Miyako took another bite and smiled smugly. “I certainly hope that you’re right,” Kirino commented before she resumed eating.
One week later…
It was the day of the battle between Miyako and Michael. The two were standing across from each other in the new gunpla battle building, built right next to the university. The seats quickly filled up with students, relatives, and people that lived in the neighborhood. The stadium was filled with friends and family chatting; vendors shouting the products that they were selling; children screaming, playing, and crying; and, of course, the ads playing on the big screens hanging from the center of the stadium roof. Everyone then went quiet as a peculiar noise sounded. In front of each of the combatants, a large door in the floor slid open. From the square holes that were now in the floor emerged something that incited oooh’s and aww’s: two gundam heads. With a click and a high pitched hiss, the faces of the two gundam heads split open, revealing chairs.
The lights turned off and two spot lights turned on and moved around the stadium before both shined their light over the headmistress’s private booth, the headmistress herself sitting in a chair. She then stood up and walked over to the edge, a microphone coming out of the floor in front of her.
“Welcome everyone to our new Gunplay Battle Arena! I thank you all for coming to see this match!” Headmistress Sayaki said cheerily into the mic. “As you can see, we have to replica gundam heads of the original Gundam. The two students down on the battle field will be using these to battle. Inside are pilot seats and various holo-projectors. The holo-projectors inside project hard-light displays of the controls that they will be using to pilot their respective gunpla, and come in a variety of configurations while also allowing for custom configurations,” the headmistress explained. “All the pilots need to do is set their gunpla on the scanners on the back of the simulators and get inside. And now, will our battlers please prepare. You have one hour until the battle starts.” With that, the microphone went back into the floor and the headmistress sat down.
Michael and Miyako both went to work on setting up their custom control settings. The hour flew by quickly as the two worked, Once they had finished, they met each other in the center.
“Good luck, you’re going to need all you can get just to beat me,” Michael claimed smugly as they shook hands.
“I’d say the same for you, but then you’d just brush it off with that ego of yours,” Miyako replied. Michael scowled at her, knowing that she was one to talk about egos. They then left for their respective gundam heads. Each placed their gunplas on the back of each gundam head before getting in, the faces of the gundam heads closing before them. The simulation started up inside, the 360 degree screen flickering on, revealing the inside of a hanger. Meanwhile, outside the simulators, the screens in the center of the roof flipped downwards and projected the field, a space arena above Earth, with the deployment stations being seen at each end.
The headmistress stood up and moved forward once more, the microphone appearing again. “Let the battle commence!” she said enthusiastically into the microphone, to the cheers of everyone as the two holographic gundams launched.
Miyako launched, a wild grin on her face. However, as soon as she had launched, a large particle beam one and a half times the size of her mobile suit was headed toward her. Miykao dodged it with ease and then pushed her foot down on the pedal, boosting her mobile suit forward. It did not take long for the two to spot each other. A communications message just popped up on Miyako’s screen as she was about to fire off a beam from one of the dragon fangs on her Levios’ arms. Miyako decided to answer.
“This is a pretty sweet mobile suit you built, Miyako. Too bad no one believes that it is yours,” Michael said in a mocking tone.
“So, is this some sort of hobby of yours or something?” Miyako retorted as she fired off twin beams from her dragon fangs.
“Very funny coming from you,” Michael replied as he dodged the beams, with a few centimeters to spare before activating the beam saber mode on the Fenrir Gauntlets. Miyako similarly did so with the second pair of arms on her mobile suit. The two dashed toward each other and clashed beams.
“For as long as I remember, I have been overshadowed by someone, be it my brother,” the Draekojin reared it’s arm back and swung downward with a powerful strike, “be it someone in my classroom,” the Draekojin struck again, “be it some kid or person that I've never heard of before,” another powerful strike, “or, most painful of all, be it some obnoxious, parentless, tomboy like you!” another powerful strike, this one breaking through the secondary arm. Miyako dashed away, gritting her teeth, with Michael chasing after her. “But with this mobile suit and Gunpla, I want be overshadowed anymore!” Michael finished with a laugh, firing off another large beam from the Draekojin’s chest. In a flash, there was no sign of the Levios as the beam shot through several asteroids.
“And I win,” Michael said in smug satisfaction, until an alert came up on his screen. “What?!” he said in shock as he moved his mobile suit to the side in time to avoid three beams. He quickly turned around to see the Levios, which had transformed into a three-headed dragon. “How did you dodge that?!” Michael said, angry and confused.
“Easy, I transformed at the last second and transferred power to the wings,” Miyako replied, grinning wildly once more. But then her wild grin soon vanished as her face turned serious. “You had a nice little story there, but you’re forgetting the most painful part of it,” Miyako said, boosting forward while transforming into MS mode. “The part where you steal someone else’s gunplay sketch without knowing a thing about what the gunplay is capable of or how it is powered,” the claws remaining secondary arm opened partly and the dragon tail connected to it, “and because of that, you will lose this match!” The tail straightened into a lance as the claws began rotating rapidly, the golden glow surrounding the lance. Michael attempted to counter with a beam saber, but the lance punctured through the beam, penetrated the arm and Fenrir Gauntlet, and plunged straight into the chest. Miyako boosted away from the Draekojin and a few short seconds later, it exploded.
The simulation ended and the gundam heads opened up, allowing the sounds of cheers and applause to enter into the simulation chambers. The head mistress stood up and everyone quieted down as the two battlers exited the gundam heads.
“The winner of the match is Miyako. And with the end of this battle, I would like to make an announcement,” the head mistress said into her microphone, “The institute tournament for determining the institute’s team will be starting three days from now!” Muttering could be heard among the students as the head Mistress left.
“My, my! Aren't we starting things off with an early bang!” said a young man from the shadows of the head mistress’s personal seating area. “You wouldn't have happened to have planned this from the start, would you?” the young man continued. “Of course not. I didn't expect for anyone to steal Miyako’s sketches or gunpla. But when I heard about it, it provided the perfect excuse to start the tournament early,” the head mistress replied.
Meanwhile, in the arena below, Michael walked over to Miyako, the his gunpla in hand. “Sorry about…stealing your sketch…..Uh…here, you should have this,” he said, unsure of what to say as he held the gunpla up to Miyako. She looked at it for a couple seconds before pushing it away. “You keep it, as a reminder of what you should do next time. Besides, there wouldn't be any meaning in me using it if I didn't make it myself the way I intended to make it.” With that said, she walked away from a dumbfounded Michael. However, in the stand a dark-haired young man was leaving. “Weak…” he muttered as he left.