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chapter 95.
Unlike the "canonical" Yuto, I get up early. It's funny, I've always believed that biorhythms are set by the body, not consciousness, but perhaps biorhythms can vary widely depending on the needs of the mind? Although I actually overslept my usual wake-up time and alarm a few times, and Rinko had to shake me for a long time to wake up for school: sometimes it's very difficult to stop in the middle of an experiment... or you just need to finish the job. I got up now-it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. After yesterday's events and excitement, I slept especially well: the sun was shining through the curtains through the windows, the air in the room was fresh and slightly humid... fresh and moist? Come on... Wow!
No, of course, I am aware that once every two or three days, vacuuming through rooms and corridors and quickly wiping the floors with a mop soaked in water with a "Mr. MySQL" type of product and cleaning up normally are two different things. But not so much! To begin with, the color of the wooden flooring in the second-floor hallway turned out to be a slightly different shade than I'm used to. Much, much lighter! The walls, especially closer to the ceiling, turned out to be much whiter than before. And the spider web that the ubiquitous spiders discreetly hang in the corners? And the air itself is almost like in a "clean room" — there is simply no dust! Shizuka (there's just no one else) did a great job: I completely stopped understanding how, with such abilities on the part of spirits, representatives of the local civilization managed to lose contact with them! I'm sure she can handle more than just my small house. It's all bullshit, these fireballs and the ability to throw a heavier projectile over the walls of a fortress, with such an ability in the Middle Ages, epidemics could be stopped, not to mention just everyday amenities. And I'm sure Shizuka is far from the strongest yokai of the water aspect.
I wonder if she was in the basement? And if there was, did you understand anything else? However, I'll take you and tell you. I'll ask you myself. And... hmm? What is it that smells so good?
Chapter 96.
No, surely Russians and Japanese have common roots: well, how else to explain the appearance of girls exactly at the time when breakfast is ready? Yes, and I was lucky to wake up like that! I'm ashamed, but we ate so much! Even Hiroe, who seemed to be better trained in etiquette than us, turned her head so that it rattled behind her ears! And we ate twice as much as usual, since Mizuchi cooked a little more than even for four people. Either it was an experience, or she just wanted to leave some of it for lunch... It didn't work out! After we sat back in our chairs, I decided to hold a meeting and, just in case, a safety briefing.
"Shizuka, you're incredible! Thank you so much for your help and for such a delicious breakfast. I hope you enjoy our "second part" the same way. To do this, I suggest solving a couple of important cases today. First, about the features of protecting the house: the suppression of magic is at the level of material surfaces: walls, glass, doors. If the door or window is open, there is no protection in this place, is that clear? I have not yet figured out how the "Steam" works in projection mode in order to create zones of modified air of a given configuration or to change the properties of the material a second time.
""Ferry"?" Mizuchi was surprised. "It's a strange name."
"Well, that's what it is," I was surprised now, "The Amakawa clan's ability, "Ferry of Light." I thought you knew."
This is the first time I've seen a snake laugh, and it's smiled every other time.
"I know, you know!" Somehow calming down, she replied. "But Amakawa's ability is called "Changing Light," you know! I didn't think you could twist the name like that!"
I didn't think so either, Mizuchi, but harsh Russian translators may not be like that... Hiroe didn't get the whole joke, but Rinko, who also asked at the time why the name "kekkei genkaya" sounded so strange and ran into an explanation like "the ferry represents the transfer (transportation?) there are a lot of new properties in the "object is massive", she also began to laugh in the most natural way at the poor Yuto who had lost his memory... probably because I remembered how many words I had come up with like " ferryroller" or "ferry protection of the material."
"You know, since I'm still the last Amakawa, I think I have the right to rename my force as I see fit... if only because if I say "enlightened" instead of "FerryRoller", it will be unclear. And even more so if I say "traded"." At my last remark, Rinko's laugh cut off, and she stared at me with her trademark "heavy" gaze, sometimes shifting her gaze to the Goddess of Rivers. Which in turn amused Mizuchi already:
"You're right, you know! It's better to talk about ferries, not about cheating, you know! Your "harem" won't approve of you, you know!"
Damn! How had I forgotten to watch my words in Shizuki's presence! The same small-looking trollolo in the canon annoyed Yuto and others with jokes about the "harem" and breast size. And I gave her a reason myself!
Rinko was speechless at the word "harem," opening and closing her mouth in silence, but Hiroe, pointedly looking at her nails, rejected it:
"You signed up for Yuto's harem yesterday... You know. And she didn't even ask for a salary, unlike smart people. So you'll be the younger wife."
Now Mizuchi opened her mouth soundlessly, and I feigned a facepalm. Neither Shizuka nor Hiroe will forget this joke. And I managed to gather some girls around me! Is this karma or something?!
Chapter 97.
When we finally calmed down and had tea, I started where I wanted to start. Namely— to disguise Mizuchi. The problem, as I mentioned earlier, was that I don't know how to create projection screens, that is, roughly speaking, to use objects as ferry pickups. Mediators would solve a lot of problems, for example, the formation of the same signal network in the city would be greatly simplified, and the ability to create changes beyond the "resolution" of my eyes would be nice. It remains, as always, to understand from which side to tackle the problem. Well, since such a problem cannot be solved in five minutes, they decided to mask the snake in the old-fashioned way: to put an overwhelming "Steam" on clothes. It's simple: the girls went to the bathroom with yokai, and ten minutes later Shizuka brought me her clothes. Why ten minutes? It turns out that they were bickering over whether it was necessary (and possible?!) putting changes on your underpants. On the one hand, no one seems to be looking under the hem, but on the other hand, you never know what. In the end, Mizuchi just handed over the object of the dispute, after which the girls found out who would carry it to me. In short, Shizuka had to put on a bath towel in the manner of an ancient Greek toga and carry my things herself. Snake told me all this while I was working, and the red-faced girls tried to pretend they weren't there. Okay, we figured it out, and that's good. After looking through the magic detector, I was convinced that the "seals" of the Ferry provide good protection from the "illumination" of the hull, but the legs, arms up to the elbows and the head continue to glow treacherously. Rinko drove home without resistance and brought white knee socks and several blue hairpins in the color of the ribbons on her head. I also had to shake up my neighbor for a certain amount of jewelry — four rings (insurance, two for each hand), two bracelets and a locket necklace. Inspection. Well, almost! The front side of the face around the eyes remained uncovered, and I, habitually clutching in my hands, "secured" the next glasses. Now I was "wholesale" buying not just "computer", but "chameleons". Convenient!
Great! The fields of action of the suppressive amulets I made from all this pile of various consumer goods overlapped quite reliably, preventing glare when moving, for which I made the snake walk around the living room first, and then on the kitchen table. I was ready to get a slap in the face from Kuzaka for the last "brilliant" idea, but she took everything adequately. We were finally ready to go "into the big world" outside the walls of the house, but there was another "small" problem.
"I can't see anything, you know." Mizuchi said melancholically.
"That is, how?! You're moving confidently, aren't you, and you don't bump into tables?"
"I don't see the world. I see objects, I hear water flowing, I feel a solid floor under my feet, but I don't see the world."
Holy shit! Of course, magical creatures are very different from humans in their perception spectrum, I might have guessed. Even when they curl up their aura, they can almost feel the world with their "sixth sense" and taste it with their power. And I put an analog of a mobile prison on Mizuchi... Well, what should I do?
In the end, I just pulled out other glasses and made a standard magic detector. Let it be "not that", let it be a pathetic substitute for the variety of information that the spirit receives directly from the world... especially the water demon in a world where 70% of the surface is occupied by water... After all, did you want to see the world "through people's eyes"? So let him watch.
Are we going out now? Horseradish again! Hiroe became interested in manipulating glasses, and after receiving comprehensive explanations, she wanted the same ones for herself. Cami! Here, just get off! And then Rinko blurted out about mago-protected clothes at the wrong time, and I had to process Kaname's things as well (the ritual of locking myself in the bathroom was repeated). As a result, our "bespectacled club," as the cropped ulcer aptly put it, left the house only at eleven in the morning. Considering how much we have planned for today, we should be busy until the evening. The big campaign for "introduce Shizuku to people's lives in the first person" has begun.
chapter 98.
First of all, Hiroe dragged our entire company to "eliminate all this horror," in the sense of bringing Shizuki's clothes to the standard of "dressed with taste." Well, yes. Kaname was absolutely not satisfied with buying everything in one place, and as a result, instead of enjoying shopping, everyone except Hiroe got nervous. In a situation where undressing means putting your life in mortal danger, trying on fashionable things is somehow not the topic. As a result, I had to buy a size 56 clothing cover, apply a suppression seal, and the girls took turns putting this improvised canopy on top of the snake and holding it while she changed one wardrobe item for another. This, I note, is inside a cubicle that is not too free. Then Mizuchi would say whether it was suitable or not, and the purchased item would "steam off", and the procedure of changing clothes would be repeated in the toilet of the shopping center. According to the results, about a third of Rinko and Hiroe were rejected, but there is nothing to do. Exchanging an item in a store for a different size when you give back an amulet of magical protection in the form of a recently purchased product is at least unwise. Fortunately, Hiroe sponsored us, otherwise I would have squandered my "savings" again.
As a result, by one o'clock in the afternoon, we had a very good appetite, a slightly spoiled mood, and Mizuchi, dressed in a matching and stylish blue and white dress, blue sandals, and blue knee socks... In short, all that remained were Rinko's hairpins, glasses, and some jewelry. I had to look for a cafe, and Shizuka rejected the first one right away because of the smell. When we found out that the oil in the grill hadn't been changed for almost two days, we agreed with her. Should I file a complaint against the owner? Such violations are strictly dealt with here. I already paid for lunch.
After eating our fill, we got out of the cafe and headed towards the convenience store. A towel, a toothbrush, bookshelves-and a set of "normal kitchen knives instead of these rusty, blunt blocks that are impossible to cook with." It was an expensive pleasure — Rinko and I had to discount. Kuzaki, however, had her own interest: ayakashi promised to give some cooking lessons, and my friend was determined to give herself to this process with all her might. After dragging the bags that had become too bulky home, we took a break... And hooray! Finally, we went to do what I like: assemble computer components for Mizuchi. There was a computer store in the next block, but I wasn't satisfied with the prices of new components, but used ones were much cheaper if you bought them in parts. I explored the den of geeks and perverts not so long ago — when we were assembling the drive part of the quadcopter's control system. Why geeks? Well, these comrades, who could chat for hours about any, I emphasize, ANY board from their "unique collection", shit on Microsoft and praise the Open Source movement (I took a look for the sake of interest — all but two of them had WinXP on their work computer), were real "twisted" to my taste. But the perverts... No, that everyone has at least one poster in their kiosk with a not very dressed female person with long ears, horns, a tail, or some other contraption like a full-length sword, that's okay. Maybe it's their aesthetic sense, and these guys are mostly from our city polytechnic, working part-time in their free time... HOW THEY STARED at the three girls who accompanied me. And Kondraty almost missed one thing altogether when Hiroe, who was looking at SCSI controllers, asked something about parity. Sysadmin dad is a brutal way to break the geek template!
In general, by the time the components were typed, everyone remembered me there. Three asked to reveal the terrible secret of the heartthrob. Two — start telling the girls about how much cooler they are than the bespectacled kid (and flew past the money). And of course, everyone suddenly had the titanic parameters of computers assembled at home (at the department, at their second job, in their own design studio...). To one guy who was strenuously inviting him to go and see, offering a free computer build, Shizuka casually burned the system unit, aiming a drop of water somewhere into the power supply, after looking around and breaking through the disguise.
"Yuto," Rinko asked me on the bus, "are you sure you want to go to the Polytechnic? They're like that... er-er-er... nasty, fe, these students".
"Don't pay attention, there's usually a bunch of people in these places who have different interests: work less, talk more."
"This is the first time I've seen so many perverts at once," Mizuchi nodded in agreement.
"Serious students all work in serious companies starting from the first year, if they want to, of course. But usually they work, especially the rich do not go to the polytechnic, but go to finance or economics," Hiroe intervened. I was going to graduate from Kyoto University of Journalism and Law... apparently, we'll have to harness ourselves to the exterior.
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