With Rudolf gone to fetch the wheelchair, Eternal Meteor flopped onto the bed in a great mood, pulling out her phone—completely unaware that her secret extra training had already been exposed.
She kept scrolling through listings for electric wheelchairs, stubborn as ever. She refused to believe the internet was this big and still couldn't produce a single wheelchair capable of breaking the speed limit.
X: "Why are you so obsessed with wheelchairs? If you want speed, why not just get a go-kart?"
Meteor: "And can your go-kart get past the school gate?"
She threw the question back with contempt.
No joke—the green demon at the school entrance wasn't there for decoration. Get caught and she wouldn't just lose the go-kart; she'd be writing a multi-thousand-word reflection essay too.
But a wheelchair?
A wheelchair was different. She could cruise right past Ms. Hayakawa like she owned the place and maybe even get a sympathetic check-in about her injury.
The problem was: everything she found was slow.
Even sorting by "price: high to low" only brought up advertisements packed with elderly models—endless talk about safety and convenience, but zero about "speed mode," "turbo," or "illegal drift package."
Meteor would rather crawl than sit in something that moved at the pace of a tired turtle.
Ideally, she wanted something as fast as Gold Ship's bicycle…
…Wait.
Gold Ship.
In the anime, even Tokai Teio's wheelchair was basically her handiwork, wasn't it?
A giant lightbulb practically flashed above Meteor's head.
Her chat app only had two contacts—Teio and "Lu Doufu"—but Gold Ship had given her a phone number before.
Calling out of the blue felt risky, so Meteor decided to add her as a friend first.
She copied the number into the search bar.
The username that popped up made Meteor hesitate.
…How do you even pronounce this?
Still, it fit her stereotype of Gold Ship perfectly. Exactly the kind of ridiculous online handle she'd choose.
Meteor rubbed her hands together, typed her name into the friend request message, and hit send.
To her surprise, the request got accepted in under five seconds, and a message came immediately:
Invincible Something-Ship Big-…: "How's your leg?"
Meteor: "Totally fine. Just a minor injury."
Meteor: "I need to ask you a favor. Can you get me an electric wheelchair?"
Invincible Something-Ship Big-…: "?"
Invincible Something-Ship Big-…: "Oh. I get it. Tell me your specs."
No hesitation.
Meteor fired off her wishlist—rapid-fire, with maximal confidence—and because she feared rejection, she added an extra line like "Money's not an issue."
X: "This is still a wheelchair? Five-point harness? Sixty kilometers per hour?? What wheelchair even has that? Are you ordering from aliens?"
X couldn't hold it together after the first two requirements.
Meteor: "That's exactly why I'm asking Gold Ship. She's the kind of horse girl who can manufacture miracles."
She shook her head like it was obvious and waited.
And Gold Ship didn't disappoint.
A single, decisive reply:
"Okay."
No mention of price.
Meteor didn't care anyway. What use was money if she wasn't even sure how many years she had left?
Spend it. Enjoy it. That was her logic.
Then she glanced at the time.
"…Why isn't Rudolf back yet?"
It had already been ten minutes. With Rudolf's speed, she should've been back ages ago. Something holding her up?
Meteor didn't think too hard about it. This was school—Rudolf wasn't exactly going to get mugged in the hallway.
But Meteor had a more urgent problem:
She needed the bathroom.
She perked up her ears, listened for footsteps in the corridor…
Nothing.
So she got out of bed and—because the rigid brace wouldn't let her bend her leg—she slid forward in her slippers, inch by inch, toward the restroom.
This stupid brace… she'd have smashed it already if she weren't afraid she couldn't put it back on properly and would get lectured by Rudolf.
So she waddled like a fat penguin, swaying left and right as she shuffled.
She finally reached the restroom door—
And then—
Rapid footsteps thundered down the hallway, loud enough to hear even inside the room.
The door burst open.
Rudolf entered—pushing a wheelchair and holding a pair of crutches.
And she locked eyes with Meteor, who stood frozen in front of the restroom door with a face that screamed "caught."
Meteor's brain began swearing in every language she didn't even know.
Seriously?
Early, late—Rudolf could be anywhere—yet she always appeared at the exact moment Meteor was doing something she wasn't supposed to.
Was this the Three Goddesses' personal vendetta against her?
Meteor awkwardly raised her right hand and pointed at the restroom door.
"Uh… I just wanted to use the toilet…"
Rudolf dropped what she was holding straight onto the floor and sprinted over, scooping Meteor up in one motion.
"Can you please call me if you need something?!"
Her heart was pounding like she'd just run the Japanese Derby.
She'd only gone to grab a wheelchair and crutches—and came back to this.
She cursed her own carelessness. If she'd just bought everything at the hospital, this wouldn't have happened.
Meteor, now panicking in Rudolf's arms, tried to negotiate:
"O-Okay, okay… but, President, can you put me down first?"
Rudolf ignored her—and held her even tighter.
Then she pushed open the restroom door and carried Meteor inside.
"Wait—President, what are you doing?!"
Nothing indecent happened.
Rudolf simply set her down gently on the toilet…
…and walked out.
Meteor exhaled in relief.
Then immediately inhaled again—because Rudolf came back in.
This time, she placed two crutches neatly—one on each side of Meteor—then left again.
And she even closed the door.
Only after half a minute did Meteor finally process what had just happened.
She stared at the shut door, bewildered.
I… really can't read Rudolf anymore.
Shouldn't she have lectured me first?
Shouldn't she have been angry?
Shouldn't the "Emperor" act like the Emperor?
X: "…I sincerely recommend you start looking for the cause in yourself."
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