Web of light. Part 1-7

entry eight.

Interesting place. Well, where is everyone?I half expected that not far from home I would be affectionately wrapped up by a type or types in black glasses and three-piece suits, what's their name?Ah, the Public Committee. Or not?A strange name for a police magician.There are no spirits either.The house, by the way, does not look abandoned. The yard is swept. And... silence.Only the trees creak occasionally, and the wind rustles the leaves.

I'm sick of using manga as a guidebook!I remember it only in chunks, and there was about five percent of the plot there.What about ninety-five? So fanservice is the same.Beautiful shapely fool... spirits, yeah.Memories of the body, ow!

There is no fresh food in the kitchen.Thank you for having electricity.And even takes a cell phone — Rinko called, reported that everything is OK.For her, I went to remember relatives, although she probably thinks that at the cemetery.And I have a small altar right at home.And even aromatic sticks are lying...

Where is this fucking brownie, that is, "the spirit of the place that keeps the house"?Yes, yes, the same fool who threw knives at me in the canon.That is, not in me, but in Yuto, but I'm Yuto now.I want to eat. No, I want to e-e-eat!Am I the head of the clan, or where?Let me just sort out the blood inheritance ("kekkeigenkai" translates that way), and someone will dance!I very much doubt that the vassal oath for the spirits was strictly voluntary.Have you ever seen a chain cat?Surely the conquered spirits were "ferried", how will it be in the series about Shinobi?Ah, they imposed a controlling genjutsu.Or "firmware" — probably, it is much easier to influence a purely energy entity than a person, and it is possible to influence human consciousness with a "ferry": I'm kind of an example of this here.Or here: how did Noihara's "blades" come out of deranged Yokai cats?

Yes, I did find something useful in the clan scro... Ugh, books.It's interesting, the house is not even locked: come who you want.On the other hand, there is nothing particularly valuable here, except for the house...So, or am I being stupid? Magic is the same: maybe there is a barrier with a selective filter around the house.Hmm, and in the manga, anyone walks around the house.Or was the barrier stupidly discharged by my sixteenth birthday?That is, it will be discharged in seven years?It's bad to be the blind, untrained last representative of a powerful clan that needs to be revived.That is, a typical hero of Senen. Um...

entry nine.

It looks like I shouldn't have run into the brownie.She's not here. Apparently, there is a matryoshka doll: an ordinary barrier protects the house from ordinary people and weak Yokai.Arriving through the barrier, the inspector from the magical police will see only an empty house.But if something strong happens, the spirit of the place will manifest itself.I remembered, there was this technique in the manga. "Virtual house". Oh, no, "Mystical House".A complete copy from the real world, right down to the internal organization of the space, and the spirits are sitting there.I wonder if the house is damaged — Yokai will appear?Or will I get a knife first, and then the spirits will figure out who was killed?Somehow I don't want to check.In the spiritual spectrum, am I identified as the heir or not?And does this very "spiritual spectrum" exist, or did I just invent it for myself now?You can remove the amulet...But I'm not sure that the barrier around the house will restrain the emanations of my energy... and a fox to a kitten.I mean, not Himari, but a fox for me.By the way, according to the manga, Yuto did meet a fox, that is, a nine-tailed deranged kitsune, and I don't even know how they filled her up.And all kinds of big-eared and tailed insanity is a trump card, it seems...

entry ten.

I took a couple of the most interesting notebooks from the library (the library, pf! There were about two dozen hand-filled albums there).I will think. I wonder if there are real descriptions of techniques in a virtual, ugh, mystical house?According to the manga, Yuto didn't find them, but he wasn't looking for them either.And Mizuchi, who is the "goddess of rivers", might not have read it."Only the third stage of sharingan is able to read the writing from the plate..."— damn, narutovism is getting into my head again, but I don't rule out the "cipher of the eyes".Or a hand cipher? Activation is there by aura... Maybe a drop of blood?Damn, I feel like I'm in my own laboratory."Here's a sample for you, do whatever you want, but find me a resonant frequency."But the visible text is also interesting to read between the lines.

Hey, ancestors, what have you got to such a dangerous thing?If it's about demon cats, then it's called, if not wagging, not "instilling duty", but "a full-fledged artificial personality".Awe-so-me! Can you do that with people?Otherwise, in the future, the bride will come to me.Kues, I don't remember the clan.She stayed with us for some time as a child, we even kissed.Funny. My hormones will only work in two or three years.Something grandpa was mutating, oh, mutating.And the parents? According to the manga, they refused to live as exorcists, but did they give up their own power?I doubt it very-very much.

entry eleven.

Rinko, poor thing, was all worried.Does he really think I'm going to jump off the roof out of grief?We've been friends for at most a year since we moved here.She warmed up my dinner.And your mother wasn't waiting for you, was she?Your grief is... hmm, mine. And why is she sticking to me like that?Unless... Okay, paranoia, scram, scram.I'll think about it tomorrow.

entry twelve.

Both Rinko and her relatives definitely treat me strangely.They love you, they feed you, they give you water, but they don't climb either.Here is an adult, and here is not.I want to come — always welcome.Rinko cooks breakfast.Nine-year-old Rinko, a girl-boy, who has in her head "to run until you drop" and "be more cheerful, what-nose-hung up".Suspicions gradually turn into confidence.By the way, we have an interesting quarter: just an exemplary order.Neighbors don't make noise, cars are always clean.The shops have angelic service...However, this is most likely a property of the entire service here in Japan.A kind of circle of close people who constantly intersect with a lonely sullen child.With me. I'm not sullen, I'm calm, but against the background of the same neighbor-an electrician...

part two.

entry thirteen.

I bought a computer.More precisely, I bought components and assembled something like that.Rinko is in shock.He opened the lid, showed me, told me what was what.Rinko is completely shocked.I bought a DSL modem, stretched a network cable around the house.The Internet is still cheaper than buying books.Especially foreign ones — you can go broke for one or two.Kuzaki came (this is Rinko's last name) — the browser showed.Afraid to use the mouse. Jap-panese, mother!And her phone calmly receives and sends e-mails, this is like normal, and the computer is scary and only for specialists. Facepalm.

entry fourteen.

What makes me think that the amulet blocks my powers?He screens them.As evidenced by this electric kettle, which has been working successfully for two months with a burnt-out spiral.And I just shook him and wanted a piece of iron that refused to work at the wrong time to warm my tea.Yuto, you're a moron. And I am a complete idler, to show clan jutsu simply from unwillingness to lift my ass and turn on the stove...I'll probably go far.

entry fifteen.

Just a month of vacation.Classes started again.So far, no special progress, and the computer is to blame here.I have not forgotten how to read Russian (it was not easy to make the Japanese version of the browser understand Cyrillic), English is also preserved in my memory.Funny math here for junior school students, writing numbers is harder than counting.But the story is awesome interesting, and there is sociology (!), I learned a lot of new things.Maybe I should take the exact sciences as an external exam?

entry sixteen.

I began to doubt that the "ferry of light" was magic.Yeah, that's it. By the way, there is a British Magic Academy here in all seriousness, there is even a website, and an article on the wiki.You may not be a wizard, but they will teach you the theory, some obscurantism.Yes, "Harry Potter" is here too.And there is (oh my God!) Russian fandom.Compared it with Japanese.I don't know where there are more perverts.And Lukyanenko hasn't written all the watches here yet.Which, by the way, are somewhat different, there is no twilight, but barriers, magic circles, rattling energy in each other's assortment.There are also druids. I've been thinking a lot.

I figured out how the kettle works.Just a part of the polymer of the wall became a conductor.Plastic. A guide.I don't believe myself, but I believe the tester-probe.It's not metal, of course, and it heats up more, but it's not critical in the kettle.

In the evening, Rinko and I stumbled upon some young guys in the park.Who didn't notice us in time and raked us.From Kuzaki, they got it! I'm shocked.It turned out to be the same freaks who mocked me a year ago (I didn't even understand it then), and Rinko dispersed them.We became such friends.The girl's kick is set to five, it has already become enviable.I made a terrible vow to run and swing in every possible way.That is, it's just running for now, otherwise my bones are still growing, putting excess weight on my limbs is fraught.

entry seventeen

As a result, I run in the evenings, there is no time in the morning.Interestingly, the breakfasts immediately became much tastier!And fish and rice, which I was somewhat fed up with, opened up new facets.Truly, a breakfast eaten without appetite is simply eaten a day earlier than it should be.

I wonder if this is a good school here, or is this the norm for Japan at all?Lately I've been hanging around in the physics laboratory a lot — the devices are primitive, but of high quality.What for? I decided to measure the speed of free fall and other values.I don't remember Planck's constant by heart, the Avogadro number seems to match.Acceleration of free fall, too.Rinko follows me around — her physics is bad.However, physics is one name for us now, rather the history of physics and beautiful experiments: what is needed to attract children.I'm in a circle, that is, in the physics club: it's nice to do different experiments, who will let me get to chemistry (without a teacher), biology is truly a pitiful sight.And physics — please. In additional classes, as a social burden for the club: to show experiments that were not included in the program and tell, after all, I know how, children like it.Yes, they stopped considering me sullen, they began to consider me a nerd.But they don't say it out loud — after all, Kuzaki's fist is heavy, and his shoe is even heavier.

I have another "friend" — Taizo.More precisely, he considers me a friend, because friends always let me cheat, right?It's funny to me. Taizo was trying to get out in front of Rinko.No, I didn't, on the contrary — like, step back, woman.Well, Kuzaki still understood the law of conservation of momentum: if the opponent is heavier than you, kick him with a run.Oops. The desk wasn't broken after all.

entry eighteen.

Rinko went to kendo.I explained the lever rule, mentioned Archimedes and the fulcrum.Instant reaction, I was just blown away.For which I respect my friend: exactly five seconds pass between making a decision and implementation.

I begged for a laboratory laser, as much as five watts.Good laser, Hitachi.The diffraction is very clear.He talked about lasers, eventually switched to "star Wars" and weapons.My tongue is already tired. Interestingly, girls listen as attentively as boys.To dispel the piety in front of laboratory equipment (like, for smart people and carefully), I told about semiconductor laser pointers and shooting galleries.Why the fuck did I do that? People started doing laser fights, thank you "friend" Taizo.Promised to help, but where to go?

entry nineteen.

Before Christmas (They celebrate the twenty-fifth of December here. Shintoists are so funny — a Christian holiday? Yes, sideways!) finished with the equipment.The high school students helped: they not only made photodetectors (red and green circles, sewn in pairs for unloading, so that on the chest and on the back in a circle), but also a radio track to them.Now, when hit, the display shows "killed" and "whole" fighters.Weapons were made separately.They poured plastic according to the shapes themselves.Quiet Japanese girls climbed to participate almost ahead of the guys.Teachers are happy! Especially a physicist and a teacher of the subject that the Japanese have instead of work: students are engaged in CONSTRUCTIVE work, and even for several weeks in a row.They staged a "test" fight in the yard after school and blew the team of high school students.Everything is grown-up, bushes without leaves do not protect from the laser beam.No one guessed to lie down on the ground, reducing the affected area to zero. Except me.Two more "cheater" shot through the reflection in the window glass.They didn't even notice. It will be necessary to finalize the rules — we agreed to meet on vacation and arrange a global shootout inside the school.As a result, we left school only at eight in the evening — while we played enough, while everything was cleaned up...

entry twentieth.

Fuck it! No, I remembered about Yokai, but they look real...I didn't have to wash my pants just because I forgot to shit myself out of fear.No, the amulet is working properly, I'm a creeping shit, like a caterpillar, I didn't even notice.But Rinko got caught.I did a good job too, I grabbed my weapon.For the "weapon" — I have a laser pistol with me.It can be seen that I still feel like I'm in a computer game.Well, I killed the spirit.From a toy pistol with a laser pointer.Sawed in half.You're still an interesting thing, "ferry".The main thing is that you work on time.The spirit and the teapot are phenomena, if philosophically, of the same order, right? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Rinko drank some tea. Sweet.She then notably spat — after a liter of syrup consumed.To her, if we were at least twelve, honestly, I would try the "standard" method of dealing with stress...Someone would have cured me myself.And you won't go to a psychiatrist.I sent my girlfriend to bed, I passed out myself...

entry twenty-one.

There are no words, just letters. And those obscenities.Where is this fucking vice police, that is, spirits, when caterpillars are eating people in the park?Or do they not eat, but only gently suck?I didn't let my neighbor-girlfriend count everything as a dream: it's better not to walk alone in the park.And he believes in spirits, in evil ones.It's better not to believe in the good ones. Awesome Christmas tomorrow-the day after tomorrow will be.