Web of light. Part 1-7

THE WEB OF LIGHT volume One

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Chapter 1.

Zero entry The starting point.

The equipment works silently, which cannot be said about the peripherals: buzzing bumblebees — and each in their own way — power supplies, the radiometer beeps once a second, the coolers of a fairly old system unit (laboratory stand) and an almost new desktop ("Starcraft-2" is the favorite game of the laboratory) are buzzing. My time is night.The experiment starts at 20.00 and lasts until 6.00, and there is no way to leave the laboratory without an employee.It is forbidden for safety reasons.It is not surprising that most of the time I doze on a chair or in an armchair, sometimes on an uncomfortable, flat sofa, similar to a bench from a polyclinic (if it is absolutely unbearable).A few months ago, I began to notice that my dreams have become more realistic, vivid, colorful.Even if I dreamed that I was a giant dragonfly, and the whole dream I was catching flying fish over the vast expanse of a thick, all shades of green ocean.I dreamed of various plots: from a replay of everyday, from a series of experiences, to absolutely fantastic, like the struggle for the survivability of a military spaceship.(Or not military?.. I didn't understand it then.)

What is the effect? Electromagnetic oscillations?Yes, nonsense, that's what the radiometer is for.I told the boss — he assumed an infrasound.They brought a quartz resonator, searched-searched — did not intend.We didn't understand anything, but considering that quartz has some selectivity of measurement...On the other hand, we would have detected any strong impact, but a weak one...There is not enough energy to damage anything in the body.Naturally, no one released me from night duty.And I wouldn't ruin my career myself.And now...

Apparently, I very successfully passed out at the point of intersection of reflections from certain waves — sound waves or electromagnetic waves.This time I became a gloomy nine-year-old child who had just lost his parents yesterday.Somewhat unusual sensations — and again I remembered myself.I knew I was dreaming.But I didn't wake up, I didn't even try.There was no fear, it was interesting.A kind of alternative Japan.Why alternative?Here is the house, now mine — the boy has no living relatives left.Completely European design, right down to the furniture.Lack of social care: for some reason, not a single official approached me at the funeral, and I am an orphan child...We don't seem to be in Tokyo (I saw it in the photos), but it doesn't look like Kyoto either — there is no port, and I remember there should be.I was accompanied by the mother of a school friend, and she also had no doubt that the child would be able to live alone.It's kind of gloomy.

While the funeral and subsequent movements lasted, I finally lost the feeling of a body lying in an office chair in the middle of the laboratory.But — I began to feel a fresh breeze here.This often happened in my dreams — I even remember the taste of the notorious fish from the ocean-broth...I was still doubting that it was worth examining this burden, when suddenly it turned out that my friend was preparing lunch for me in my kitchen.Like this is her voluntarily assumed responsibility.By the way, unexpectedly delicious, damn.Even a feeling of satiety appeared, such a pleasant one. And I'm tired of crying.My emotions, according to the plot of the dream, were sad, and I got some strange, slightly unpleasant pleasure from the fact that they are not really mine.That's enough, I decided, and went to bed.The surest way to wake up in a dream is to go to bed.We've been through this before.Or wait for the end of sleep — a subjective five or six hours, but I got bored.Again, I wanted to remember the dream with lunch, not someone else's loss.I lay down and fell asleep.

the first entry.

I woke up again in a dream. However. Familiar bed, familiar wall... An unfamiliar ceiling?No, the ceiling is also familiar: a square chandelier, a round lamp: very typical for the Japanese. More precisely, for manga-anime Japanese. We also have such comrades: the round is dragged, the square is rolled — a suspicious similarity of styles. No? It happens that an unsuccessful joke of humor, especially if you are joking for yourself... However, I was firmly hooked. I wonder if the dream is original or inspired by something?It was both so and so.Rather the second, by the way: the anime lamp seems to hint.It's a pity, the original plots are captivating with their uniqueness, although the world around them is nowhere more real. Hmm.Well, if that's the case, the show continues.First, let's try to figure out where I am... Or — remember.

the second entry.

This time I didn't have enough imagination for the original world.Forty-eight hours of local time have passed, and of these two days I can remember almost a minute-by-minute scan when I was awake: a lot of things were new.Rinko came-that was my neighbor's name.A small girl, talks a lot, but cooks, as I noted above, surprisingly well for her age.We're nine years old, by the way.Interestingly, I really didn't wait for the social inspector.I walked around the whole house, climbed into the attic, into the basement.I walked around the city, a magnificent park with a reservoir, the business center is built up with skyscrapers, somewhat reminiscent of Moscow City. Only the buildings are two or three times lower, but there are more of them.I went shopping.I tried to figure out the chronology.It's two thousand and five on the calendar. Hmm again.

It's school time now, I'm going to school tomorrow: the Japanese have a holy fetish in anime. I tried to "remember" something about myself in the quotes: I remember surprisingly little. At home, I tried to rummage through the documents — I found a certificate of ownership of a land plot with a house in some Noihara. It seems that according to the will from my grandfather, he got to me personally, bypassing my parents.Hmm, Rinko is a common name, but I definitely met Noihara.In manga or anime.

entry three.

M-yes, and the teachers look away, but are silent. So it is accepted. I wonder if that's the way it's done in real Japan, too?And my place is not at the back window. Either the template has broken, or the imagination is naughty, or I'm not the main character. Just hardly imagination.

[A traditional classroom seat for a manga or anime character.Japanese artists and animators diligently support this stamp, which has become a real tradition.]

I've been thinking a lot about what happened.I memorized a bunch of dates on the history of Japan here.Especially awesome motor writing skills.That is, I write like a chicken with a paw: it's normal for a junior, but still — I didn't have them.Again, we communicate in Japanese.I understand freely when I say — there are no difficulties at all.I should have woken up anyway, if the surrounding beauty was "supported" by my brain.Consequently, my consciousness is on, let's say, a "third-party server".It sounds wild, but — "if all possible explanations are discarded, the impossible is correct," or whatever Sherlock Holmes said?And for some reason, I don't really care about this fact, it seems.An interesting effect was given by the installation, after all, not a stimulant, something more serious.I already wanted to conduct research.Logically speaking, at six in the morning the computer will cut off the power, and even if not, at eight the employees will come and turn off the installation.Will I be back? A very high probability.And how much local time will pass?Very interesting.

entry four.

A week has passed.I'm diligently filling my head with various information, I'm just a nerd.I drew hieroglyphs with a brush, ink, awesome!I drew a vase with flowers while drawing, cursed everything.I read a school history textbook.A letter came from the bank, I went to get a checkbook, I received it.I get weekly payments from my parents' account, good enough not to cook at all, but Rinko feeds me.That brings from parental generosity, then cooks herself.Yes, I carry a hefty "amulet" on my chest, a flat red silk bag than my palm.I tried to take it off and immediately "remembered" that my grandfather gave it to me when I was... six? Seven?Something's wrong with my memory... has it become?Probably still "was".You can remove the amulet, but I can't move more than a meter or two away from it — naturally my heart starts to fail and it's wildly scary.Mysticism sucks.

entry five.

Month. Did I create this world or did I get into it?Or, to be a little more detailed: was this world created by human fantasy, or did the mangaka, um, anticipate it?Yes, I know where I am.There are no experts on creating worlds in line of sight, and there is no one to ask.Or you should stick to the theory of infinite multiplicity of worlds... or sign allegiance to the religion of the name of Max Fry, and Juffin Halley is his prophet.However, from the point of view of a physical observer, this is all bullshit.The observer wildly does not like that he is "the chosen one", that is, he got the full program.Some kind of perfume... I'm sorry, Yokai.Have the Mazzoku and the kishins got mixed up?I also came across a manga from the category of "etty" — that is, "perversions".Well, from the Japanese point of view of perversion: I don't see anything perverted in looking at beautiful undressed girls for a young guy.If only I was interested in guys...Brr, don't talk about the bad!Why do I believe I'm in a manga?And why not?The very fact of "hitting" is much more incredible.

But back to the manga."My (body)the guardian of Himari."I remember her among all the plots by the presence of a main character with a support specialization.A certain clan feature, the "Ferry of Light".The name is strange, what does the ferry have to do with it?And this is my only "superpower", unlike representatives of other clans, who could conjure both this way and that way... sort of.I've been reading manga for a long time, I don't remember everything.If we adapt the story, then the ancestors (mine) are not fools: the only magic available is an extended analogue of the fuinjutsu of the Uzumaki clan from Naruto.Yes, I also watched Naruto.My, now a personal clan — and I'm the only one in it, the last heir, and, therefore, the head.Nine-year-old head, just super. But I digress.

So, my ancestors, now mine, didn't watch Naruto, but they fought about the same way: they cast spells on themselves (such as "spiritual vision", "acceleration", "muscle strengthening" and even horseradish-knows-what) and chopped ayakasi.Oh, yes, my clan used to hunt demons. Cute.A kind of secret magical Shinobi, hello "Naruto" again.Ordinary people have completely forgotten about Yokai, thanks to the government that protects us.In all seriousness, I say that the silverless hunters are far in the past, the Japanese, of course, are conservative people, but the corrupting influence of the West suddenly opened the magicians' eyes: what the fuck?!Now our (from the clans of exorcists, and there are already twelve of them in little Japan) have sat out the government, climbed up. Not all.According to the manga, it turns out that we, Amakawa, were overboard.I wonder if the fuck.And I wonder why there are so few of us left that you can even put it in the red Book.Yeah, feet first. I got distracted again.

Amakawa. Abilities. Spirits — if in Russian — it is problematic to destroy them in connection with their epic power.Not all — some.And his is one of my clever ancestor two or three hundred years ago (it's bad to forget the history of your own clan, bad!) he solved the issue cardinally.Caught a cat. Hey, hey, the demon cat! How is it... "baka-neko"? No, Bakeneko.That is, a spirit-cat, but in strength — a very advanced unit, almost the ancestor did not end there.

But bullshit — the cat was led to a vassal oath. How?!I am most interested in this question.Because at the age of sixteen, my amulet will end, and I will smell delicious for the whole neighborhood with free magical energy.For free spirits, because no one thought to train the last heir.But they gave in advance a descendant of the very cat that will come to "protect and instruct" me after the end of the amulet.And, as I remember, the spirits will gather around — like flies on... honey.And I — neither with a sword nor with magic!I won't even be able to order my only combat unit.And all why?According to the manga, the parents were taken away and rigidly fenced off from everything supernatural.It seems that they quarreled with older relatives.And why did grandfather give out the amulet then? All questions...

entry six.

One day off! ONE!If it weren't for that, my life would be a raspberry...Well, until the age of sixteen.I had to wait for the holidays to go to Noihara.It seems that we have a clan library.It seems to be "useless" — hero from the manga did not even manage to stick his nose into it."Techniques are transmitted orally."Yeah, yeah, and the description of strategic weapons, demon cats, just lies in the house.I doubt something.

The Amakawa followed a deliberately profitable path — recruiting strong units in the enemy camp (not everyone had to be defeated, some did not mind cooperating themselves), and then — support in battle.I wonder what motivated these energy substances to fight?Is it really only the security of life next to people?It sounds like nonsense.

True, Noihara is now just a "home" enclave of "sworn in", but it seems to me that most of them fled with the death of their grandfather and parents.Or was it released on purpose while there is no support?In a certain sense, spirits are vulnerable.In order to somehow influence the world of people, they have to partially materialize...Fuck, the physicist in me is writhing and demanding Einstein's blood, but I must admit that I turned out to be a so-so physicist.A materialized spirit can be killed with ordinary weapons.However, these bastards, even the weakest, are very fast.But not faster than a bullet, here Kimovsky Harald Potter is absolutely right.It would be necessary to think about where a nine-year-old child can get an AKM or ultrasound.Do you think I'm joking?

entry seven.

I overestimated myself a little. I haven't been a nine-year-old for a long time (again, a "funny" joke for myself)!My legs get tired. You sit for ten minutes — it's all gone.Then I'm thirsty, that is.I have already eaten two bags of chips, they are light, I try to drink mineral water little by little — I can't buy it here.I've been climbing the mountain for two hours now. Rough.

Going to the clan house of relatives who have died in God is a bit creepy: according to the manga, Yokai is a vampire (what's her name? I don't remember) my companions are waiting for me right here.But logically, the bloodsucker set up an ambush only after the heir of Amakawa appeared to the world, but for now I'm kind of gone.I wonder if my amulet only protects me from the "glow" of delicious magical energy, or does it completely cut me off from the spirit world?To go, or something, to the "holy places", I remember, the "water god" who stuck to Yuto was an ordinary water spirit.If "ordinary" can be called a creature comparable in strength to the one-tailed jinchurikifrom "Naruto", only water, not sand.Yes, analogies with anime about a moron from the Uzumaki clan come to my mind more and more often.Only here I'm more of a hybrid of two hero: Sasuke and Naruto.Yes, I don't have red eyes, but I think having such a kekkeigenkai, that is, an "improved genome", it's not a problem to get them for yourself.As I said, the "steam of light" can be applied to yourself.I feel like a genin from Konoha, only Danzo is not here.Wait, oristhere?