Web of light. Part 1-7

"..I don't really want to be a journalist," after a sparkling drink and in close company, Hiroe slightly "lowered" her usual mask, allowing her emotions to appear on her face, and not what she wanted to demonstrate. "What I like is getting my way. But you can go into politics without a certain reputation as a secretary or a street agitator, so that in five years you can take at least some position in management. And I'm not satisfied with being a secretary, I have to work too hard to get promoted... under and on the table.

The girl shuddered, she smiled wryly. Yes, the worlds are different, and politics is just as dirty... However, I didn't doubt it. The girl, meanwhile, observed my expression and nodded with a satisfied look.

"And I wasn't mistaken, you weren't even surprised. You know, Yuto-kun, you're very unusual for a junior high school student... gesturing, a way of approaching problems — I didn't sleep at night then, I remembered our conversation and analyzed it. You immediately decided to enter into the implementation of the "plan", but "revenge" was not in the first place for you. That is, you took it into account and showed me that this is the main thing, but you had your own goals..."

"You're right, and one of them is your location, it's dangerous to have you as an enemy, Hiroe... Chan."

"Yeah, the third of the four goals, am I right? Oh, no? The fourth? The fifth? Fuck, I'm getting more and more interested in you!"

"You're scaring me, Hiroe. It scares me to imagine what has so influenced your character that you have become so... perfect in its own way." I smiled crookedly when I saw a similar smile on her face.

"My mother taught me. And my natural powers of observation are very good, I notice everything. And, as you can see, I can decipher emotions using fine motor skills, both my mother and my great-grandmother showed this. However, it's easy." Hiroe picked up the glass without turning her head and sipped the juice. "Right now, for example, your Rinko is staring at me, staring at me like an enemy, but she's not even trying to come up and interrupt your conversation with me. And how did you train her so much? Is it really purely based on respect and authority? Wow, Yuto, I didn't expect that. You know what, if you have a job in my field, I'm probably ready to join yours... the party."

"You know what, Hiroe, I think such a job may appear even sooner than you think. And there you will find a fully worthy opponent, very similar to you."

"It's a deal." The girl extended her hand to me in a very European gesture, and I shook it just as solemnly. "Now I won't leave you alone so easily. You know, I believed you, Yuto Amakawa, it's worth a lot."

Having slightly recovered from the alcohol (although how much was it?), Rinko and I, chewing hard on mint gum, which, of course, Hiroe had provided, left the room of the journalism club.

"What were you talking about with that haircut? You're having an overly businesslike conversation."

"Wow. Have you noticed?"

"Well, I may not be Hiroe, but I can do some things too... Otherwise, I wouldn't have beaten you at poker, Yuto-ku-u-un."

"This Hiroe has an incredible talent that neither you nor I can do. But our opponents can."

"It still seems to me that you are greatly exaggerating the danger and scope of all these intrigues. You're not making a circle of exorcists, you're making a movie yakuza."

"It would be better if they were Yakuza..."

I walked with Rinko through the corridors of the school and thought that I really only had a chance to turn the situation in my favor now. Yes, Hiroe is indecently young, yes, it would be better for me to secure the support of some old schemer from the government — at least as a consultant... but such people are all well-known and watch each other... that's not counting the fact that I never managed to use the Light Ferry as a binding. I managed to induce a hamster coma, I managed to cause something outwardly similar to glitches in a couple of test subjects (especially "food from an invisible bowl" killed), I managed not even to show any effects at all. The only thing I haven't been able to do is get the rodents to follow my commands. But a single conditionally positive result made me think. This hamster began to defend its territory very aggressively, even cleaning the cage became a problem. But even with the grate removed, he did not want to leave the pallet. The result has not been repeated yet. Why did I classify the result as conditionally positive? Well, I managed to achieve a complex behavioral reaction for a hamster, and I... felt something... that the Ferry was used "correctly". About the right way. The question is, really, what was the difference between this experiment of mine and a series of four similar ones? The same drawing, the same actions...

It seems that my knowledge in the field of human and animal biology turned out to be too little to interpret the result. It's a pity, it's a pity, we couldn't overcome this "as is" topic either. As for Hiroe, I hope that by that time I will be able to ensure her loyalty, because she will be the one who will go with me to the round table. I don't know yet how I'm going to achieve this, but Yakujin Tsuchimikado is in for a great surprise!

Interlude 6. Kaname Hiroe, 11 years old, a student of the penultimate grade of elementary school, goes home

"I'm just an ordinary housewife," her mom says to herself. And until the age of six, my daughter believed. I believed that all these games, "figure out the gait", "depict the main feature of that uncle" or cramming the rules of traditional etiquette — this is a normal family life. And that Mom is completely gray-haired in her forties is also normal. And at six, her eyes suddenly opened. She hardly communicated with her peers, her mother was better and more interesting, but on the eve of entering school, the woman began to purposefully take her daughter for walks in crowded places where there are many children. She easily joined companies on playgrounds, casually involving her daughter in the social circle of her peers, and then, walking on, with a slight smile, she helped to sort out the confusion of feelings that Hiroe had brought out of communication.

Hiroe calmly enrolled in junior high school and started attending first grade in August. But the impression didn't change much-she was bored with her peers. But what a shock — she was bored with adults too! As soon as she allowed herself to show at least some atypical trait for children, they began to fuss, for the first time it came to calling her mother and having a joint conversation with a child psychologist... where the mother easily forced the doctor to believe in the clinical idiocy of bringing Hiroe and her mother to a consultation.

At eight, Hiroe finally managed to get information from her mother about the reasons for her seclusion.

"The grandmother who taught me once told me, "A geisha who decides to climb a mountain turns into an ordinary woman."" quoted by Kanami Aya. I didn't understand it then, I understood it much later. And you'll understand.

"Teaching me how to be a geisha" My daughter grinned.

"I'm teaching you like a daughter, which I can't say about my grandmother. She was a good girl, but she raised the last bitch out of me." The mother suddenly described herself. "And it's not for me to judge her, our "family" was generally peculiar. The girls were taught, they became "daughters" — and so on, my great-grandmother taught her own daughter, and she taught hers, the time was such that it was possible not to survive otherwise. And she began to teach me when I was left without a mother and father, penniless. Well, I've earned a home and a living... but such a "job" brought me nothing but sorrow. Your father found me... I allowed myself to relax then... Too much. That general was a real jerk... And your dad's been trying to get me out of it for two weeks... out of condition. And brought it out. And he forced her to become his wife, he just told her to be. And I believed it. He was the first person who hadn't lied to me in two weeks. A timid, so fragile, so unfamiliar smile lit up her mother's face for a second, as if the weight of years and heavy memories had lifted. He hasn't lied to me once in all that time... I didn't say a lot, that's right... this is even more interesting..." and a slight smile played on her lips.

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Part 14 getting to know the water snake Shizuka.

Chapter 78.

Sakura should be blooming any day now, and the buds are already pink in some places. Did I complain about the monotony of life last fall? I don't really want that variety anymore. Rinko also started going to kendo classes outside of school three times a week. And one day, on Sunday, our walks were covered. He is preparing for inner-city competitions. She arrives terribly excited, excitedly tells me that Sensei adjusted that stance, that pose, that movement. I have absolutely Filkin's credentials, but I really hope that I won't have to fence personally. The eight-millimeter ball flew out of the trunk for three hundred and twenty meters, where it successfully met a tree... leaving a hole twelve centimeters deep... This is the eighth, I haven't found any misses in the previous seven. The vertical angular deviation was about five degrees, if I calculated it correctly. Well, not bad on the whole. The shot is 1/10 of the reserve, and I really want to eat! And sleep. To "shoot" in an empty park, I had to get there by five in the morning, since it's already getting light early. At the same time, I left several sensor system seals and now I'm pulling the line, returning on foot through the city, which is waking up heavily.

It's still a pleasant feeling to walk and feel full of energy. And my legs don't get tired — after all, almost regular runs around the block have done their job. The muscles on my legs got stronger and became noticeably stronger than on my arms. And it's time to take care of your upper limb girdle, otherwise you'll only scare Rinko with your thinness. It seems like exercise in childhood increases the release of somatotropic hormone, so maybe I'll be higher... STOP!

I lost my step, but I didn't lose the "channel" I was making. I'm an idiot, that's what it means to study mostly engineering instead of biology for the last five years before getting into it. I'm a moron! There are no muscle elements and no bone elements. The seal cannot be applied to a body part! That long-standing premise about casting spells, which I formulated to myself immediately after the hit. Strengthening the muscles, strengthening the reflexes? The hell with it! The parameter comprehensively boosts the body! It's not magic! That's why Yuto moves like this on the roof before starting the fight with the fox and his henchman. The ferry worked. How was I able to unconsciously boost the laser at will, as Yuto from the canon pumped the branch, deflecting Himari's blow. Yuto didn't know anything about physics or the physiology of muscle tissue. He was acting on the opposite. Is the ferry rearranging the material? The ferry works at the level of the "ability of the body" — I want, I imagine what is needed, I form an image and "manifest" or draw lines with willpower and concentration. BUT Yuto COULDN'T SEE THE LINE!

That's what I was missing. The puzzle has formed. How can I make a seal on a person, on an unfamiliar object? I take a look and adjust the printing in the "manual" mode. And you can feel the material! Fuck! Fuck! Kso! Go home and try it urgently!

Chapter 79

Well, yes. It really starts to seem like I've never done print without lines. I'm so used to using ferry vision all the time that even when I turn it off, I still do exactly the same thing: I imagine a line drawing and point it at an object, but I don't see it.

Chapter 80

3 hours have passed, nothing has come out. Maybe we should change the object?

Chapter 81

Okay, the morning of the evening is more complicated, something like that.

Chapter 82

What am I doing wrong? I remember that after I started seeing the lines, I stopped applying "random" seals. The question is, what changed then? I would say "control," but I learned how to keep my ability "on my fingertips" all the time only six months ago, and it took literally two months not to think about it at all.

Chapter 83

Sakura is in bloom, all the streets, paths, and even the roofs of houses are covered with petals. The petal-shaped small "tornadoes" that the wind drives along the paths look especially funny. I purposefully walk Rinko, with about twenty pencils in my pocket. I absentmindedly twist them in my pocket with one hand, and I automatically offered them to Kuzaki — not in the sense of asking him to marry, but in the European manner. Who is this red guy? In order to normalize the complexion, I had to buy ice cream, and on holidays there are a lot of vendors on the central alleys. The ice cream is finished, shall we repeat the field experiment? So, so don't stare at Rinko and don't laugh! Don't laugh, I said! S-s-s, well, what an overflow. So, what should I buy now? Rice candies?

Japanese sweets are divided into three types: ordinary ones, which can be tasted in both Europe and America, such as cotton candy and lollipops. Rice-based sweets. Well, yes. It's mostly mashed rice, in some form, not always with sugar. Maybe, for example, with a cherry blossom stuck on top. Interestingly, I have never seen any chocolate rolls and other sweets from "Japanese" cafes in Moscow. Oops, it turns out that I have never been to a cafe after I was "here"?! Uh, shock is our way (c). No, I understand everything, school, Ferry, there's a lot to do, there's always something to do, you need to sleep normally too, but you never get a break from the self-imposed rhythm? It was only now beginning to dawn on me, somewhat belatedly, that there was more than just another world around me-paradoxically, the country was different. How many times have I looked at the buildings of the city center from afar — and never bothered to go there. And Tokyo, and Kyoto? And, damn it, we have beach spots three hours away, and the sea is warm (in summer)!

Why am I so "fixated" on my "powers" at all? Did something affect me that way? Oh, of course. That mega-caterpillar attack on Kuzaki is not far from here. I was shaking for a long time from the sensations I had experienced, but the fact that I was able to cope turned out to be even more significant. To hell with everything! I'm going to relax, eat apples boiled in honey, I just bought a bag of six, and change the color of the Rinko. It was necessary to take a stopwatch and detect the rate of color change. Is it possible to get a phone without paleva and start a timer? In my opinion, my friend is making clear progress, I pulled out a new apple to replace the one eaten by my neighbor and handed it to her with a solemn expression. Maybe I should put her on a bench and hug her. Or will it provoke a nosebleed and heat stroke? I'm tired of walking, and the benches are all occupied by couples and families... admiring the flowering trees. Yeah, it's not Russia, it's not Russia at all, I can hardly imagine people at a holiday with such soulfully focused faces. No, it's just full of people having fun, especially children, running along the paths in twos and threes, chasing petals whirling in the air... it's a good thing that Kues was jealous of Himari then, and not of the cherry tree she was sitting on, otherwise I would have a local end of the world every time at the end of March!.. And I wouldn't mind going to Russia... It's not that I want to "go there" so much, and I would love to see my "historical homeland" here, it seems like there are many differences from "my" Japan, maybe a lot of things are different in my homeland? The president's last name is definitely different. But Yandex is exactly the same, even the design matches, and the news in the feed is just as stupid and indistinct, and in world history school we only got to the Middle Ages. It's very, very funny to recognize some things in the Japanese interpretation... Fuck your mother!