Who are you? ...No, never mind. Not like you can answer anyways."
Captain Yanagi of the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion let out a
dismissive smile and peered down at Number 17, who was still
crouched on the ground.
"Your physical abilities can't be from magic alone. Are you an
augmented human?"
Seeing his opponent adopt a combat stance even after being flung over
the railings from the height of a medium sized building, Yanagi's tone
was laced with mockery and amazement alike.
"Yanagi-kun was the one who said there's no need to answer. Also, the
other guy probably doesn't want to talk to a guy who also jumped
from the same height but didn't need to use his hands to cushion
himself, right?"
Number 17 whirled around like a four legged carnivore.
Having appeared sometime during this exchange, Captain Sanada
Shigeru of the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion stood there as if
to cut off his retreat.
Despite this, if he actually chose to flee, Number 17 could still
probably accomplish this with ease.
In terms of sheer speed, "Generator" Number 17 surpassed the two
men from the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion.
However, the order Number 17 received was "massacre the
spectators". For a "Generator" with no emotions and thoughts, the
only thing that determined his actions were orders from the
organization.
In accordance with these orders, Number 17 once again pounced
towards the "spectator" Yanagi.
Before Number 17 could touch him, Yanagi raised his right hand.
Even though Number 17 had the edge in speed, he chose to not avoid
this hand.
Number 17 lowered his center of gravity and charged as if being led,
sending his head crashing into Yanagi's palm.
Yanagi and Number 17 passed each other by a hair.
Number 17 was flung back to his starting position without even
touching a hair on Yanagi's body.
"That was a rhetorical question. I was just talking to myself."
Yanagi nonchalantly replied to Sanada.
"Let's just leave it at that. However, that amazes me every time. Was
that the application of 'Revolution' right there?"
By predicting an opponent's application of force and combining
physical techniques with magic to lure, amplify, and flip. That's how
Yanagi used his favored technique to send Number 17 flying.
"I've said this a lot of times, this isn't 'Revolution'. This is 'Return'.
'Revolution' is the spell, 'Return' relies on internal ki. There are also a
few differences in practice. Originally, my approach was nothing more
than an imitation anyways. A true 'Return' requires no magic."
"Well, that's starting to infringe on the meaning of our existence.
Should I inform the major?"
"...Cut the chitchat, we need to take this guy down, lend me a hand!"
"Yeah... Then, let's have a go at it. Even though I want to say that,
Fujibayashi-san already has this guy locked down with 'Thunder
Needle'."
"...You two are on such good terms with one another!"
The sound of high heels tapping the ground accompanied Sanada's
words as the figure of Lieutenant Fujibayashi Kyouko from the
Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion appeared. She was wearing a
skintight military uniform reserved for supporting personnel that was
wholly unsuited for combat. She was literally the ideal prey, the
perfect point to break through the ring of hunters.
Yet, Number 17 could only quiver and shake as he shook
uncontrollably, giving no sign that he was capable of further
resistance.
That was because his entire body was peppered with numerous hairlike
needles and it was through there that the electric current flowed
through him.
Needless to say, it was Fujibayashi's magic that fired out the needles
and released the electricity.
"Fujibayashi, your eyesight should be pretty good."
"Rather than her eyesight, I think it's a matter of sensitivity. Do you
need me to recommend a good life counselor?"
"See, aren't you two simply birds of a feather?"
Separated by Number 17, Yanagi and Sanada glanced at one another.
They both frowned almost simultaneously.
◊ ◊ ◊
Completely unaware of the dangerous situation behind the scenes,
Tatsuya leisurely returned to his hotel room and ate an early lunch.
After the match, while Miyuki was showering, the board requested to
inspect the CAD with Flying-Type Magic installed upon it with nary a
guilty look in his direction. For a brief instant, he toyed with the idea
using Elder Kudou's name to terrorize the poor fellow, but such
mischievous behavior like pretending to know a higher authority to
pick on the weak was a pastime unbecoming of him, so he discarded
that idea and obediently handed over the CAD.
Other than that, he wasn't party to any strange circumstances.
While he was conscious of the vast amount of stares directed towards
his sister and himself, so long as the vermin posed no direct threat, the
best approach was to leave them alone.
After handing the CAD over, Tatsuya opted to return to his personal
area.
Even if he knew about Sanada and Yanagi's surreptitious intervention
to avoid a massacre, Tatsuya's actions likely wouldn't differ by much.
To be blunt, even if dozens of foreign spectators were slain, Tatsuya
probably couldn't care less.
To be precise, even if a senpai from the same school was sacrificed,
his emotional reaction would not surpass that of slight "regret". Thus,
it was hard to imagine he would choose to act.
Miyuki's slightly sorrowful expression expressed that which could not
be said through her voice or attitude.
Needless to say, he was in the middle of it.
Long story short, Miyuki, who was always meticulously looking after
him, was currently standing before Tatsuya.
"While always being neat and tidy is one of Onii-sama's merits, I still
wish that you occasionally leave a small mess to bring out the value of
looking after you."
Today, Miyuki's mood was buoyant. Currently, she was humming a
light tune and wearing a delighted smile as she merrily wiped down
the table with a cloth. This was the direct consequence of being unable
to look after her brother for nearly a week.
"Miyuki, is there anything you would like me to do for you?"
There was no deeper meaning to this question after lunch. He was
only doing so out of a sense of obligation.
"Something I want Onii-sama to do?"
Nevertheless, Miyuki's eyes widened as she fell into deep
contemplation with a joyous expression on her face. Seeing this
unexpectedly intense reaction, Tatsuya sensed he may have made a
grave error.
Miyuki tapped her fingers against her chin and tilted her head this way
and that in thought until, having thought of something, she blushed
furiously as she peeked up at Tatsuya's face from the chair to his side.
"...Go ahead and tell me."
Even though there were traces of a wry smile tugging at the corners of
his mouth, Tatsuya still gently urged her on. Filled with trepidation,
Miyuki opened her mouth.
"You said earlier that I should take a nap after lunch until the finals..."
"Indeed, while not absolutely critical, you should sleep for a little bit if
you can. Even if you cannot fall asleep, just lying there would be fine.
Don't tell me you don't want to take a nap? Giving your body time to
rest is integral."
"Yes, of course I will listen to Onii-sama's instructions... But, that..."
"Hm?"
"Um... If possible, can you stay with me... Please..."
In the end, she was highly embarrassed.
Completely red, Miyuki's head drooped.
"...Miyuki is such a spoiled child."
"...Can't I? Miyuki just wants to be spoiled by Onii-sama!"
"...Of course. However, I will draw the line at singing a lullaby, OK?"
Miyuki slowly raised her eyes to Tatsuya while she used her hand to
try and quell her violently beating heart.
Her pearly skin was a deep red from the gaps between her dark hair to
the roots of her ears.
Who are you? ...No, never mind. Not like you can answer anyways."
Captain Yanagi of the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion let out a
dismissive smile and peered down at Number 17, who was still
crouched on the ground.
"Your physical abilities can't be from magic alone. Are you an
augmented human?"
Seeing his opponent adopt a combat stance even after being flung over
the railings from the height of a medium sized building, Yanagi's tone
was laced with mockery and amazement alike.
"Yanagi-kun was the one who said there's no need to answer. Also, the
other guy probably doesn't want to talk to a guy who also jumped
from the same height but didn't need to use his hands to cushion
himself, right?"
Number 17 whirled around like a four legged carnivore.
Having appeared sometime during this exchange, Captain Sanada
Shigeru of the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion stood there as if
to cut off his retreat.
Despite this, if he actually chose to flee, Number 17 could still
probably accomplish this with ease.
In terms of sheer speed, "Generator" Number 17 surpassed the two
men from the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion.
However, the order Number 17 received was "massacre the
spectators". For a "Generator" with no emotions and thoughts, the
only thing that determined his actions were orders from the
organization.
In accordance with these orders, Number 17 once again pounced
towards the "spectator" Yanagi.
Before Number 17 could touch him, Yanagi raised his right hand.
Even though Number 17 had the edge in speed, he chose to not avoid
this hand.
Number 17 lowered his center of gravity and charged as if being led,
sending his head crashing into Yanagi's palm.
Yanagi and Number 17 passed each other by a hair.
Number 17 was flung back to his starting position without even
touching a hair on Yanagi's body.
"That was a rhetorical question. I was just talking to myself."
Yanagi nonchalantly replied to Sanada.
"Let's just leave it at that. However, that amazes me every time. Was
that the application of 'Revolution' right there?"
By predicting an opponent's application of force and combining
physical techniques with magic to lure, amplify, and flip. That's how
Yanagi used his favored technique to send Number 17 flying.
"I've said this a lot of times, this isn't 'Revolution'. This is 'Return'.
'Revolution' is the spell, 'Return' relies on internal ki. There are also a
few differences in practice. Originally, my approach was nothing more
than an imitation anyways. A true 'Return' requires no magic."
"Well, that's starting to infringe on the meaning of our existence.
Should I inform the major?"
"...Cut the chitchat, we need to take this guy down, lend me a hand!"
"Yeah... Then, let's have a go at it. Even though I want to say that,
Fujibayashi-san already has this guy locked down with 'Thunder
Needle'."
"...You two are on such good terms with one another!"
The sound of high heels tapping the ground accompanied Sanada's
words as the figure of Lieutenant Fujibayashi Kyouko from the
Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion appeared. She was wearing a
skintight military uniform reserved for supporting personnel that was
wholly unsuited for combat. She was literally the ideal prey, the
perfect point to break through the ring of hunters.
Yet, Number 17 could only quiver and shake as he shook
uncontrollably, giving no sign that he was capable of further
resistance.
That was because his entire body was peppered with numerous hairlike
needles and it was through there that the electric current flowed
through him.
Needless to say, it was Fujibayashi's magic that fired out the needles
and released the electricity.
"Fujibayashi, your eyesight should be pretty good."
"Rather than her eyesight, I think it's a matter of sensitivity. Do you
need me to recommend a good life counselor?"
"See, aren't you two simply birds of a feather?"
Separated by Number 17, Yanagi and Sanada glanced at one another.
They both frowned almost simultaneously.
◊ ◊ ◊
Completely unaware of the dangerous situation behind the scenes,
Tatsuya leisurely returned to his hotel room and ate an early lunch.
After the match, while Miyuki was showering, the board requested to
inspect the CAD with Flying-Type Magic installed upon it with nary a
guilty look in his direction. For a brief instant, he toyed with the idea
using Elder Kudou's name to terrorize the poor fellow, but such
mischievous behavior like pretending to know a higher authority to
pick on the weak was a pastime unbecoming of him, so he discarded
that idea and obediently handed over the CAD.
Other than that, he wasn't party to any strange circumstances.
While he was conscious of the vast amount of stares directed towards
his sister and himself, so long as the vermin posed no direct threat, the
best approach was to leave them alone.
After handing the CAD over, Tatsuya opted to return to his personal
area.
Even if he knew about Sanada and Yanagi's surreptitious intervention
to avoid a massacre, Tatsuya's actions likely wouldn't differ by much.
To be blunt, even if dozens of foreign spectators were slain, Tatsuya
probably couldn't care less.
To be precise, even if a senpai from the same school was sacrificed,
his emotional reaction would not surpass that of slight "regret". Thus,
it was hard to imagine he would choose to act.
Miyuki's slightly sorrowful expression expressed that which could not
be said through her voice or attitude.
Needless to say, he was in the middle of it.
Long story short, Miyuki, who was always meticulously looking after
him, was currently standing before Tatsuya.
"While always being neat and tidy is one of Onii-sama's merits, I still
wish that you occasionally leave a small mess to bring out the value of
looking after you."
Today, Miyuki's mood was buoyant. Currently, she was humming a
light tune and wearing a delighted smile as she merrily wiped down
the table with a cloth. This was the direct consequence of being unable
to look after her brother for nearly a week.
"Miyuki, is there anything you would like me to do for you?"
There was no deeper meaning to this question after lunch. He was
only doing so out of a sense of obligation.
"Something I want Onii-sama to do?"
Nevertheless, Miyuki's eyes widened as she fell into deep
contemplation with a joyous expression on her face. Seeing this
unexpectedly intense reaction, Tatsuya sensed he may have made a
grave error.
Miyuki tapped her fingers against her chin and tilted her head this way
and that in thought until, having thought of something, she blushed
furiously as she peeked up at Tatsuya's face from the chair to his side.
"...Go ahead and tell me."
Even though there were traces of a wry smile tugging at the corners of
his mouth, Tatsuya still gently urged her on. Filled with trepidation,
Miyuki opened her mouth.
"You said earlier that I should take a nap after lunch until the finals..."
"Indeed, while not absolutely critical, you should sleep for a little bit if
you can. Even if you cannot fall asleep, just lying there would be fine.
Don't tell me you don't want to take a nap? Giving your body time to
rest is integral."
"Yes, of course I will listen to Onii-sama's instructions... But, that..."
"Hm?"
"Um... If possible, can you stay with me... Please..."
In the end, she was highly embarrassed.
Completely red, Miyuki's head drooped.
"...Miyuki is such a spoiled child."
"...Can't I? Miyuki just wants to be spoiled by Onii-sama!"
"...Of course. However, I will draw the line at singing a lullaby, OK?"
Miyuki slowly raised her eyes to Tatsuya while she used her hand to
try and quell her violently beating heart.
Her pearly skin was a deep red from the gaps between her dark hair to
the roots of her ears.
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