Following the "banacademics" class, the three arrived before a long corridor.
The BananAdviser stopped, then turned to the students behind him and said: "Today's session is about "decorating the campus to your liking." Here, grab one of these."
"The materials that form the Dreamscape are completely different from those in reality, and the same theories apply to dreamweaving. What you're holding is memetic dye, which is made from memoria."
"Let's use it to decorate this wall, the theme will be everyone's favorite monkey, Slumbernana Monkey!"
Before the BananAdviser, a group of students listened with mixed expressions.
One dark-skinned male student looked thrilled, wholeheartedly agreeing with the teacher's words.
Another, head bowed, shy and introverted, seemed unsure what to do.
Of course, the three and Rappa also just stood quietly behind them.
The BananAdviser had no opinion on this, or rather, he didn't care at all that strange people had slipped into the crowd.
"So this class is about painting?"
From the back of the group, March 7th raised her hand and asked.
"No, no. Dreamweaving is completely different from painting. Let me show you, bana-"
The BananAdviser's TV-head shook like a rattle-drum as he decided to personally demonstrate.
The Dreamweaver BananAdvisor raises the spray can,
He picked up a spray can, and colorful ink droplets splatter out. The colored ink seems to come to life, flowing, surging, and blending on the wall, creating ever-changing images...
In almost an instant, a giant, mysterious picture appeared on the spot.
"Ah! How did you paint that so quickly? It's like magic!" March 7th exclaimed in shock.
The BananAdviser said unhurriedly: "Calm your mind, visualize what you want to create, channel your emotions to resonate with the materials, and there you have it! Your imagination will come to life in the dream. That's dreamweaving, bana!"
March 7th nodded obediently: "I see, bana."
"Bana?" Both Dan Heng and Stelle turned to her in shock.
"Uh!" March 7th suddenly realized what she had said, quickly covering her mouth, eyes wide with terror.
Was she… affected?
At this moment, the audience, seeing March 7th's strange reaction and recalling the BananAdviser's explanation, some sharp viewers finally guessed the essence of the problem.
...
: I had a bad feeling when he mentioned 'memetic dye' earlier. Sure enough, it's meme contamination!
: Meme contamination?
: Exactly. One theory says everything in the universe is a manifestation of information. Which means the carriers of information themselves have considerable power.
: Meme contamination is when a piece of information invades your mind, deeply influencing it, so much so that under unrelated or random circumstances, you'll unconsciously reproduce it.
: If you want to understand it that way… it's not entirely wrong.
: Hahaha, god, that's cracked.
: In a universe with such power, meme contamination is far scarier than what we think.
: You could say this might even be a method of the Doctor Primitive. Anyone brainwashed by the Slumbernana Monkey could suffer irreversible changes.
: And now it looks like… those changes may even resemble the BananAdviser himself!
...
While the viewers discussed memes, on screen, the students were beginning their first creations under the BananAdviser's guidance.
Regardless of whether March 7th had truly been infected, the three decided this was the perfect time to test the situation.
They obediently followed the BananAdviser's instructions, each picking a wall.
Stelle stood before a blank wall, hands on her hips, full of ambition and creative desire.
No one needed to guess, she was definitely going to create a masterpiece that would make Paperfold University College completely rethink its art program.
From color schemes to composition, from structure to theme, from concept to design, a flawless image was already forming in her mind.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and as the BananAdviser had instructed, connected with her deepest desires.
The scene blurred into a half-dark haze. The first image to leap from her mind, was that mesmerizing, profound trash can.
Every trash can she had rummaged through in the past, each one mysterious and radiant like a black hole, irresistible to recall, to savor.
In this wondrous reverie, a dreamy smile spread across Stelle's face.
But then, the Slumbernana Monkey's cry intruded out of nowhere.
"Bana bana, Bana bana!"
Its figure overshadowed the trash can in her mind.
Her smile vanished, brows furrowing.
"What the hell."
"Get out of here."
The trash can returned to dominance.
Amazingly, the enchanting trash can even spoke in a gentle female voice within her mind.
"Long time no see, outlander!"
"You are our clan's savior and the king-hunter who took away the trash. How could you give in now?"
"Bana bana, Bana bana!"
"Shut it, monkey from another land! You can't just break our destined chain so easily!"
The battle between trash can and monkey erupted fiercely in Stelle's consciousness.
The scent of bananas and the stench of garbage intertwined endlessly.
Yet through the struggle, Stelle felt it clearly: her unbreakable bond of friendship with the trash can!
Viewers in front of the screen were all dumbfounded.
'What the hell am I even watching?!'
What on earth is in Stelle's brain?!
And why is the Slumbernana Monkey competing with a trash can for her affection?(And losing?!)
...
: This is too advanced for me, guys.
: This kind of art came into my life way too early.
: Her mental state is… beautiful, in a terrifying way.
: I can't hold it together anymore.
: I think I'm getting contaminated just by watching.
: And dammit, why does her obsession with trash cans kind of feel… right?
...
After a fierce struggle, the Slumbernana Monkey ultimately could not overcome the trash can's place in Stelle's heart.
Thus, finally, a bold, striking masterpiece appeared on the wall:
A trash can holding a baseball bat, and yellow backstrokes.
A graffiti full of art was born.
"Yes!"
"It's art!"
Stelle gazed proudly at her work, eagerly calling over the BananAdviser to admire this timeless masterpiece together.
"Bana? Completed already? Well, it's just in time. Let's assess your work-"
"Ah, what's going on here? Only trashcans? Where's the monkey? Zero points from me!"
BananAdviser was trembling all over, unable to even speak properly.
He wasn't trembling because he was sick, he was shaking from sheer rage.
"Huh?" Stelle scratched her head. She hadn't expected to receive such a critique.
But she wasn't the first.
Because the next few heavyweight contestants completely broke BananAdviser's defenses.
First came March 7th.
Her work represented the pinnacle of abstraction.
Because in front of March 7th, there was no art, only a block of Six-Phase Ice.
That's right. After following BananAdviser's teachings, sinking into her heart, and communicating with what mattered most, March 7th succeeded in summoning a block of Six-Phase Ice here.
Rappa, who had always been by March 7th's side, couldn't hold back his amazement: "Ninja Six-Phased Ice! Such formidable ice mastery! Ninja Ruri truly proves her might!"
March 7th looked at the now red-faced BananAdviser, then at the excited Rappa, and spoke: "Well, this dreamweaving method feels just like condensing Six-Phased Ice! I can barely tell them apart!"
BananAdviser took a deep breath.
"Th-That's impressive, bana! Weaving such a large object in such a short time is comparable to the work of a pro Dreamweaver!"
"Wow, Mr. Reca was telling the truth! I truly am a genius!" March was feeling happy about the praise.
"But I'm giving it a big fat zero!"
BananAdviser's tone suddenly flipped: "I gave you a theme, and that's Slumbernana Monkey! Not this giant useless block of ice! Even pro Dreamweaver monkeys are expected to follow what is requested of them!"
His sophistry left March 7th dissatisfied. She protested: "What even ...! The Profnana was just encouraging freedom in the classroom, and you're not even making the slightest effort in your class!"
BananAdviser shrieked like someone had stepped on his tail: "You're allowed to disrupt my class, and I get to flunk you for that. THAT'S freedom for you. You pay a price for trying to be creative. Now, get back to your seat, bana hmph!"
...
: Hahaha, BananAdviser broke down!
: Gotta admit, in his eyes, they really are troublemakers.
: Most of the students have been brainwashed by the Slumbernana Monkey, but these few? Their willpower is crazy strong.
: One drew trash cans, another made Six-Phase Ice, real talents, both of them.
: Honestly, this meme pollution might've been too weak for these two geniuses.
: I just hope BananAdviser doesn't explode in anger later and cause trouble.
: Team Trio: Well said!
...
The audience enjoyed the funny scene of BananAdviser clashing with the train crew.
On screen, the overheated BananAdviser forcibly suppressed his anger, putting March 7th aside.
He swung his arms as he walked up to the last wall.
When he saw the wall, BananAdviser finally couldn't hold it in.
On the TV screen of his head, the little monkey that always laughed had started yawning.
Because there was nothing at all on the wall.
Miss Pepeshi, named Chaletka, stood with her eyes closed, muttering "Slumbernana Monkey, Slumbernana Monkey…" but nothing happened.
She had literally turned in a blank wall!
"Alright, that's enough. Mumbling won't weave you any dreams, you're better off snacking on bananas with that useless trap of yours. Zero points for turning in nothing!"
BananAdviser roared in fury.
Chaletka jumped in fright, instinctively blurting out a clumsy excuse:"Wait, I just need some more time..."
"Even if I did give you all the time in the cosmos, you won't have anything. Not when you're not passionate about Slumbernana Monkey. Ah... You're at the bottom of the class, aren't you?"
The Pepeshi confidently replied: "N-No! ...Not exactly. I was also the second to last a couple of times..."
"..."
The BananAdviser suddenly sighed looking at the three, but his next words turned colder:"I'm really sick and tired of seeing students like you. A monkey with no talent for climbing will never reach the bananas. Why volunteer only to embarrass yourself?"
"It's better to face reality and give up on this path sooner rather than later, bana tsk."
Stelle, not able to watch immediately spoke out: "This is over the line."
The BanaAdviser as if watching out for the Pepeshi girl, spoke out: "You can't possibly understand the affection in my words. Both you and the other girl have some talent, unlike her. She has no talent whatsoever to speak of."
"Pursuing something she can never reach is straying farther from happiness. That's why it's only right to give up, bana!"
His cruel words made Chaletka lower her head, tears welling up.
Rappa suddenly stepped forward, speak forward: "Have you concluded your articulation, sir?"
Walking to the wall, she looked at the BanaAdviser.
"If so, please cast your attention this way."
She pulled out her spray can and started spraying paint on the blank wall.
In no time, a colorful, dazzling graffiti appeared.
"I present to you: the Dazzling Seal. I am eagerly anticipating your appraisal of it, Bighead Fiendling."
Not paying attention to the BanaAdviser, Rappa started speaking nonsense that the graffiti was done by Chaletka.
"This magnificence is conceived by none other than Patissier Ninja Initiate. At that precise instant you turned around, a look of dawning eureka graced her visage! Inspiration surged through her and this came to fruition in just 0.1 microseconds - imperceptible even with a ninja's hypersight!"
Chaletka, still wiping her tears, looked at the graffiti and Rappa before her in disbelief.
"What bananonsense is that !? I know it was you!"
BananAdviser was speechless with frustration.
"Cooked salmon cannot swim, just as ninjas never deceive." All Ninja Initiate Patissier needed was a little nudge. I willingly became her paintbrush, to aid her in completing her training."
Without waiting for a reply, Rappa turned to Chaletka: "Is that fair to say, Ninja Initiate Patissier?"
The Pepeshi girl was still confused, but Rappa was still continuing: "As stated in the Cosmic Ninjutsu Inscriptions: "Pythons slither without feet, as manta rays glide without wings.""
"If your decision is firm, don't hesitate to roar with conviction!"
BananAdviser's harsh denial of Chaletka had left Rappa furious. But she knew reigniting Chaletka's inner flame was what truly mattered.
And under Rappa's encouraging gaze, Chaletka took a deep breath.
She used every bit of strength in her body to shout adorably:
"-Whatever it takes! I really need to earn my credits!"
Seeing the students all band together, warning sirens blared inside BananAdviser's head.
"That's cheating, bana!"
Turning towards Rappa, the BananAdviser roared, "Grah, you've really banannoyed me, unruly monkey! You barged in here disrupting my class, and now you're even corrupting my students with ruinous ideas!"
Then turning towards Stelle and March, he continued: "Get out! Or my iron fists will show you some Bananenlightenment! The same goes for you no-good monkey inciters!"
March 7th indignantly protested: "What's that got to do with us?"
Stelle: "What a hypocritical teacher... Heh!"
"Fine, fine"
Seeing them not listening to his words, the BananAdviser called up his assitants.
"Give it to them, Assistananas! Show those unruly students what it means to be disciplined, bana!"
A horde of Assistananas charged forward aggressively.
The surrounding students scattered in fear.
Some even watched with schadenfreude, thinking: "To go against BananAdviser… these disrespectful fools who don't worship the Slumbernana Monkey totally deserve this!"
However, as the Assistananas surrounded them, Stelle wasted no time drawing out her baseball bat: "Physical punishment too? March, Dan Heng, looks like we'll have to show him what a real teacher looks like."
March 7th akimboed in anger: "Exactly, exactly!"
Dan Heng said nothing, but his hand was already reaching behind him.
"Go!"
The instant the Bana assistants struck,
The trio charged forward as well.
It was clear the three had been holding back for a long time, itching for a fight.
The onlookers were even more stunned.
"Holy crap!"
"Somebody come quick!"
"The students and the teachers are brawling! For real!!"