Web of light. Part 1-7

Damn, I've been completely out of control lately. The body! That's why you need a boner now? There are not a single girl around, but what was in the imagination now is better to wait in the real world. And compare it. Yeah, by touch! Damn, it's inconvenient to walk! Calm down, calm down, damn it! Breath... and exhale... Kind of let go. Ten and a half years, and the hormones have already been activated, awesome. In addition to all the problems, now you also need to control yourself so that when making decisions you don't think in your balls! If that's even possible at my age, damn it! And I get turned on by some thoughts... pancake.

chapter 74

The ayakashi squirrel definitely has a taste. Rinko's hairpin is going crazy. I wonder why the simplest manipulations with simple materials are obtained almost automatically (and how I got used to printing the absorber in one motion, and it doesn't matter if it's hands or feet!) but with living organisms — such a case?! And how did Yuto easily put muscle boosters on himself in the manga, and realized the jump with Himari in his arms? Does the freaking amulet have any effect on my Ferry? And you can't check, damn it. Or am I just that crooked? Last night, I applied the full version of the light-linear modernization of the hamster according to the Rinko template, including the structure on the nervous system, which I was afraid to use before, and sat down to observe. And again, I searched for grains through the bars for five minutes in a thirty-by-forty-centimeter cage. But he did not eat the bars of the cage, having identified the metal. I calmed down and went to bed, and in the morning before school I found a de-energized computer and an almost gnawed 220 volt power cable. Yesterday's test subject was hanging on the cable, clenching his teeth with a death grip. I immediately realized what he was doing on the floor — he was hungry and fell out after the grains like a stash. But the fact that before that he bent the bars on the cage with the letter "O", in the manner of the terminator from the first movie, drove me into a stupor. What a frenzied force there is in such a small body! However, now I believe that Rinko will be able to drag me by the scruff of the neck like a kitten. I really haven't given her any reason to do that yet... But it's a fact that I had to "lock up" the bars in the cages even after that incident. And why didn't I do it right away?

entry 75.

Walking at a leisurely pace, Rinko and I wandered around the "shopping district" on Sunday. Formally, I was mastering the multi-flow connection of seals located far from the city, otherwise one could imagine how I would cross-stretch one six— to seven-kilometer "virtual stranded" cable (in fact, the Ferry simply changed the properties of the soil at a depth of several centimeters and as far as I could reach (it turned out to be almost two meters). I was motivated to achieve such an outstanding achievement by an excavator that dug up the street between our neighborhood and the school. The damn unit, along with the driver, set two tasks for me at once: to improve the reliability of communications and make some kind of alarm sensor for line breakage, so as not to check half the city when our signal network finally spreads further than you can easily walk. Separately and sincerely, I "thanked" the construction company that started the work for the need to create a new printing option, and, most difficult of all, to upgrade the sensors of the system where the seals were already in place. I would have buried the bastards!.. or himself, already for his stupidity.

Actually, I've already managed to make so many mistakes that I've been amazed at myself. The only consolation was the amount of my success "from scratch", but even here I was not deluded: if an associate professor of metallurgy or even a doctor in chemistry or physics had taken my place, I bet the secrets of the Ferry's interaction with metals would have already been revealed. Simply because such people know from their own experience which way to "dig", depending on what result the experiment has brought... And the questions kept piling up.

On the other hand, how lucky I am that I am not some kind of philologist, or, God forbid, a musician, an orientalist, or even some kind of lawyer! I don't hover over every hieroglyphic squiggle that is spelled differently from its counterpart "there". I do not believe in the disinterested intentions of the authorities and the unequivocal rule of law. After all, I can sacrifice hamsters to science, and I don't dream of their twisted dead carcasses. I'm afraid that if such a person had received a "ticket" to this world, he would have been no better prepared than Yuta from the manga. I'm afraid he would still consider "Steam" to be ordinary magic and would not have discovered why the burnt kettle started working, which is exactly how my research began here. I sometimes want to think how good it is that I did not find textbooks on the use of clan "jutsu" in Noihara. Now, perhaps, I will reach such depths of my power that my ancestors could not even dream of. Simply because they did not know the banal scientific principle of cognition of the world. I wonder if all the exorcist clans send their children to receive specialized education in specialized schools and universities like the Magic Academy, or are there smart people? Oh, something tells me that I'm not the only one who's so smart, yes. I'll get back to the walk.

I tried hard to make sure that using the Ferry didn't require me to concentrate excessively, because they certainly wouldn't give me time to meditate in battle. It was under this sauce that I took my girlfriend for a walk in my free time so that she would distract me. Besides, one pair of stolen glasses is good, but two are better. However, so far our surveillance networks have not caught a single instance of yokai or mag, but the computer has already twice registered the presence of such a trace in my absence. In my spare time from training and homework, I finished the pairing of the signal network with the computer and was now making a shell for the client to install on the local cell phone, for me and Rinko. In general, at first I happily screwed up the SMS notification and did not think about it until the first pass of someone: after all, messages go through an open server, and any competent police officer or even just an official should compare the sending of consecutive messages of the type of "number printing" — "transit time" to the same number with the movements of his employees. software. No, we're better off using the web — it's so much more reliable!

It took a lot of time to engage in technical self-education, which annoyed me a lot, taking me away from improving my survival skills, but there was no way without it: neither in programming nor in designing weapons, which I did undertake, I cannot shift my responsibilities onto Rinko's shoulders. After all, my friend is an ordinary Japanese schoolgirl of 11 years old, and it's extremely stupid to demand that she learn C++. It's just not the right level of perception of the world yet.

But my upgraded hamsters finally survived! However, the symptoms with the grains coincided one-on-one, well, the bars of the cage are not so easy to unbend even with hydraulic pliers, let alone with a hamster. The pictures of the muscles working after synchronization as a whole soon began to resemble the one of Rinko, and I had the task of checking the control circuit in my head: what is it for and why is it needed? How to formulate the question so as not to offend the girl, and not to get burned yourself... Mm-hmm...

"Rin, and Rin, what kind of order would you like to receive from me?"

Oops! Rinko, who was just sucking on a juice bottle, just sent a fountain down the street, looked back at me and immediately blushed to the roots of her hair. What was she thinking?

Just imagine, there's a fight going on," I began to explain to the girl who had fallen into a stupor. "A yokai is running at us, and I'm yelling at you: go ahead and roll to the left. Will you jump or not?"

"I'll j-jump." Kuzaki replied uncertainly.

"Great! How should I tell you to understand and jump?"

"What?!"

I'll explain it again. The spirit is rushing at us, counting in seconds. How can I tell you exactly what to do? Briefly.

"Uh-uh..." Rinko paused, lost in thought, "I don't even know."...

"And that's the bad thing. Let's imagine this situation in detail, and you will represent your actions and mine, okay?"

"I recently read about this feature — intuitive commands." Yeah, recently. When planning this conversation, I was figuring out how not to lie to my neighbor, why am I asking all this? No, it's definitely useful in combat, but first I need to figure out how to get the hamsters to respond to my commands. They don't understand speech, as expected. Therefore, I decided to carry out a kind of tricky version of decompiling the firmware from my parents, simulating the situation in Rinko's vivid imagination. Maybe Amakawa had special gestures and commands, unusual or even strange. Well, it's at least two hours to go, so I'll have time to squeeze everything out of Kuzaka that she can remember or come up with. And may kami and the holy hamster martyrs help me!

Part 12

Interlude 5. School and surroundings. Part 1

On the early, slightly frosty morning of March 1, 2007, which fell exactly on Saturday, the morning shift of the guard was pretty surprised: almost half of the students aged 10-11 deigned to come an hour and a half before the start of classes. And both boys and girls, which is quite strange. No, the guards did not get out of their booth and did not go to interview the students, what they needed here. According to the uniform school rule, students had access to school around the clock, even at three o'clock in the morning, come and scare the school ghosts. The security post was more like an outpost of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, responsible for the timely evacuation of schoolchildren during fires, power outages, earthquakes and other potentially and simply dangerous situations. The security post was more like an outpost of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, responsible for the timely evacuation of schoolchildren during fires, power outages, earthquakes and other potentially and simply dangerous situations.

Midori frantically adjusted her huge bow and checked for the tenth time whether her makeup, which was not allowed to be applied at school, was hiding her eyelids, which were slightly blue from lack of sleep. Normal. And she'll wash off her makeup before the first lesson.

Midori was already twelve, and she had to go to high school in the summer, but for now... Yes, yes, while she was the "queen" here And-hee-hee-hee, well, who can compare with Midori-chan? Long hair, a bow that matches the color of the shape, and delicate, graceful facial features. Long hair, a bow that matches the color of the shape, and delicate, graceful facial features. And most importantly, the breasts are already visible, not like those of these little ten-year-olds! Had she ever been like that herself?.. such... flat? Well, now there's something to be proud of...

"Midori, damn it! Stop spinning in front of the mirror! Get back to the studio!"

Midori made a displeased face at herself: oh, this Hiroe! He's always pretending to be something... but even without it, everything falls apart! Verified: they had already had a fight once, and until they reconciled, the journalism club was virtually paralyzed. It was Hiroe, a girl with such short hair that she was mistaken for a guy if she was out of shape, who owed the club the second half of its popularity: because it owed the first half of its popularity to her, Midori. And-hee-hee...

"Mi-do-ri!" The short-haired girl actually growled, and the "queen" of the school choked on her own laughter. Cami! How annoying it is! And how sometimes you want to attach this mannered bitch, her best friend, with something heavy... this folder with the text, for example, which this cow never bothered to read before the live broadcast! But Midori was, nevertheless, absolutely irreplaceable: technically, she was the head of the club, and she, if you ask her, was the author of all the scandalous projects of the club. Although in fact, it was Hiroe who came up with all the risky things. It's not that she likes scandals... But news journalism should be hot! And any hot material should be carefully prepared to impress everyone with the randomness of capturing this event. Who else would be able to arrange the filming of a future masterpiece of staged documentary films the way she did? If only everything would work!

Who would have known how much work was put into organizing this plot, how much Midori-cow had to be instructed, and she almost screwed up everything...

It's a good thing that Gotaru, the president of the Physics club, fell for what her dumb bosom friend considers "feminine charms.".. and the fact that she herself agreed with the "shadow" leader of the club, with this Yuto!

Wow, what a conversation that would be! The kid, a year younger than her, was completely unwilling to do anything for their club "for the sake of friendship and mutual understanding." Very, very different from her peers and her cousin, he is the same age. And the nerdy nerd that the guy is strenuously pretending to be, too! And the glasses didn't help! "You already owe us for the Rocket, false information, and vilification in the eyes of the pedagogical staff, how will you pay?" Well, it's not like offering money, especially since Hiroe doesn't have much of it. The "grey Cardinal" of the Journalism club tried to offer to meet on Sunday and "talk in person", hinting at a date: nothing like that, just to walk together and go to a couple of cafes, maybe to the cinema... That's exactly what guys at that age lack. But it didn't work either! And just five minutes later, Rinko, this rising kendo star of the sport, joined them in a training uniform and with a bokken. And she stood behind Yuta. Damn it! What should I do now? Under the heavy gaze of the swordswoman, who seemed to be seriously considering whether to charge Hiroe in the eye with her stick after school, or a fist would be enough to make it difficult for the guys to lead away! Hiroe had to "shoot" and honestly tell what exactly was needed and why. The Grey Cardinal has never told anyone her plans in such detail! And here the girl still calculated everything correctly: after the ban on the "rocket direction", Utah had a small grudge against the director. And he found it funny enough to return the favor. The guy asked a couple more questions like, "I need you to help me get it... Can you do it?" and about the parents' work... and then he asked me to introduce her to her father. I had to arrange a meeting. Yuto talked to Dad, and Hiroe lost the thread of the conversation just a minute later: she wasn't interested in all these controllers, wipers, Wi-Fi and other incomprehensible-sounding crap. But, apparently, the pieces of hardware brought by my father from work were really needed for business — and the preparation for action was completed in just four weeks.