“THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE FOR, MITSU!!!!!!!” roared M3, heavily slamming his closed fist against the floor and opening a few cracks in the hard surface. “Because of you, I—“

“Finally~!!” loudly yelped Mitsu, clapping her hands once before she immediately darted towards M1 and M0. Her arms tightly circled M0’s torso, powerfully squeezing him with a bear hug. “M0~ Finally~ I can finally meet you!!! Ah, you have no idea how much I’ve been dying to see this day coming! It took years but finally…! I can finally personally meet the love of my life~”

“Hey, don’t ignore me, you fucking witch!” roared M3, crawling over at the spot where Mitsu was squeezing the living lights out of M0.

“Um… Mitsu-san, I’m also happy to meet you but…” started M0 with a slightly pained voice, almost soundless as Mitsu continued to wiggle her body around while tightly grabbing into him. “Your breasts are making my breathing system unable to properly work…”

Die, you pipsqueak…!, grudgingly cursed the majority of the male population currently locked up inside of the auditorium, observing with jealous and glaring eyes as Mitsu snuggled her engorged upper body almost directly in M0’s face due to his sitting position and her kneeled one in front of him.

“Mitsu, that’s enough already,” calmly warned M1, pushing Mitsu away from M0 by not so calmly slamming his hand on her face and forcibly yanking her arms away. He quickly released Mitsu so he could grab onto M0 more closely, building an impenetrable wall against everyone around them.

“M1, now it’s you that isn’t allowing my breathing system to properly function…” sighed M0, a completely expressionless demeanour on his face as he simply let M1 do as he pleased and leaned his back tightly against his chest.

“Awww… Not fair…” sobbed Mitsu, a pout appearing on her features as she grudgingly crossed her arms over her chest.

“Enough, all of you!” interrupted Nakatani by loudly raising his voice to gather all of the target’s and their spy’s attention back to himself. “Stop messing around and properly explain everything from the start. Hanamaki, what exactly is the meaning of this?”

“I think M1 was pretty clear about everything,” started Mitsu, leisurely getting up while she unbuttoned the military jacket that she was wearing and dropped it to the floor. She then raised her t-shirt until below her chest while turning her back in the general’s direction. A black inked tattoo was painted in her lower back: -M3. “I’m a super soldier like them~ Just not quite the same, though.”

“A super soldier, you say?!” repeated Nakatani, his eyes going wide open in surprise as his hands were tightly pressed against the surface of the table. He switched his eyes between Mitsu and M3, still trying to connect everything that was occurring there. “And what you were talking about with M3…?”

“I’m his younger sister, -M3,” shortly explained Mitsu, her gaze dropping down to M3, who still refused to look over in her direction in a sulking stance. “Ah, and so it’s clear by what we mean by ‘younger sister’ and ‘older brother’, we’re biological siblings. We have the same mother but different fathers. My genetic make-up was then constructed based on M3’s but given different attributes and characteristics. So, even though I’m the same as all six of them, I’m not entirely a mass murder machine, even if I am a super soldier undoubtedly.”

“H-How old are you, M3…?” fearfully asked Nakatani, already starting to smell the incoming arrival of a massive problem in regards to the contract that Hanamaki Mitsu held with the Japanese military as a soldier.

“18 years old in human age…” sluggishly answered M3, leisurely picking at his ear with his little finger.

“Then…!” hesitantly interjected Nakatani, his eyes once again on Mitsu.

“I’m 17 years old in human age~,” confessed Mitsu, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she took a driving license from her pants’ pocket. “All of my documents, down to my birth certificate, are fake. I hacked into all of these fun little places and put my fake information and data in them to create a new persona for myself and successfully infiltrate this military base without raising any suspicion. Sorry, guys~ My surname is definitely not Hanamaki and I’m most certainly not 23 years old~”

I need to be arrested with charges of pedophilia…, inwardly cringed the majority of the soldiers currently spread all over the audience area of the auditorium, low groans and sobs of regret echoing through the entirety of the locked large room.

“Oh, but my real name is indeed Mitsu,” added Mitsu, her eyes turning heart-shaped in between the soft red light being emitted by them. “Right, M0~?”

“Yes, of course it is, Mitsu-san,” acknowledged M0 with a soft nod of his head, a small smile gently perking up the corners of his lips. “Did you bring it with you?”

“Yup~!” happily acknowledged Mitsu, grabbing her jacket once again and putting her hand inside of one of the pockets, from where she took a black external hard drive. “It’s all in here. Everything, from beginning down to the very last bit before the end.”

Without any warning, Mitsu disappeared from near the Ms and popped up once again right in front of the squad responsible for the release of her companions, her smile specially directed to the second-in-command.

“Thank you for all of your hard work, Murayama-san and company,” whole-heartedly thanked Mitsu, offering a quick bow to all five of them. “I can finally be with my family once again now. Especially thanks to your cooperation, Miue-san~”

“Eh? Ah… Um…” started babbling Miue, his face growing slightly creased with a frown as he looked back to Mitsu in incomprehension.

“Come, my sweet child~ The garden of shadows is no more~” started singing M5 out of the blue, one of his fingers tapping his upper leg as he stared straight into Miue’s eyes, a mischievous smirk on his features.

“…!” When Miue put his hand on top of the same place that M5 was indicating, he found his cell phone in that location.

Mitsu took her cell phone from inside of her pants’ pocket, showing a message in her inbox with the caption of ‘Miue Satoshi’ in the sender’s name and a body message that began with ‘Hiya, Mitsurin~’. Miue immediately knew that he had been deceived – used – by M5. Everything had been nothing more than a well-planned lie.

“Fucking brat…!” cursed Miue, furiously glaring at M5, who was leisurely snickering at him, not even trying to hide his amusement in all of this.

“Well then,” said M1, lifting one of his hands in the air to take hold of the external hard drive, given to him by Mitsu, who had returned to her position next to them at superhuman speed. “Negotiations can now start.”