Web of light. Part 1-7

entry twenty-two.

By the way, and nothing.Either our psyche is plastic, or... my parents did work on the block where our house is.My parents, I mean Yuto's parents, notmine.I, however, have already trained to consider them my own.Rinko calmed down, they celebrated quite normally.

I looked at the gun...It's better not to take him to school, otherwise real corpses will appear.A semiconductor milliwatt laser suddenly began to give out, if "by eye", half a kilo of power.It heats up, but not fatally, and does not overheat in a second pulse.And the energy, such a bitch, seems to take directly from my strength... abilities...The fuck knows how to say it.Minus the wall in the basement (melted furrows in the concrete), dizziness and the hunt to eat wildly!

entry twenty-third.

And I'm a moron again.I spent the Internet, but I don't bother to read the news.Eight corpses. Eight people were picked up by a fucking crazy caterpillar in the park.The police, it turns out, found a maniac. Dead.Yeah, I killed him. But for some reason, the magopolice didn't get to me, although it seems like it's not difficult. Or is it difficult?I remember that representatives of the council of clans should follow Yuto, and later — Kues.Or did they tactfully turn away?And the caterpillar really moved its head, from what, I wonder?Or is it not interesting at all?But, in any case, it seems pointless for spirits to kill people.

Yokai are killed for the same purpose as humans: either to kill their enemies or to devour them.At the same time, it is possible to satisfy the hunger of the body with ordinary food, which is just what people do.In the current age, there are almost no cannibal demons: compare a raw, tasteless a human and, for example, a meat pie, hot, freshly cooked.The caterpillar, judging by the news, did not eat anyone.Maybe someone from her family was killed by hunters?Or just a hot multi-legged guy escaped from years of imprisonment?

And the mago-cops, apparently, thought that the ayakasi themselves killed the boozer.As I remember from the manga — they have something like a community here-the Bundes meets, at the top of which there are very powerful elderly guys, like a Corpse Eater and the Goddess of Rivers.I wonder if the mago cops have garters with this gang?According to the manga, it seems like not, but... I don't believe it.

entry twenty-fourth.

I was sitting in the basement, thinking a lot.Something began to turn out.The breakthrough seems to have happened to me — there, in the park.Not otherwise than with fear. But now there is another problem.I launch the "ferry" strictly in the basement, otherwise I somehow twisted a magnet in my hands (round flat crap, do not forget to put pieces of paper on the refrigerator under it).Twisted, then, and then put it down.Into the air, over the cup from where he drank tea. Stupor. No, I figured it out.This is "Maglev". A real levitation, only not magical, but magnetic.Funny physical trick, "the effect of Mohammed's coffin".Bring the magnet to a horizontally arranged ring of superconducting material, and the magnet induces eddy currents on this ring.The electric current in a circle generates a counter-directional magnetic field — compensation of the force of attraction, levitation.The rim of the mug became a superconductor, with a little help from me.

Mom, they'll either kill me right away if I show my mug to someone, or they'll lock me in a bunker underground and never let me out!A superconductor at room temperature.That's how, your mother, how?! And I read, still "there", that ceramic superconductors are possible at high temperatures.Yeah, at seventy degrees Celsius. A setup! The ferry is a hell of a dangerous thing.It's dangerous for me, not for enemies who are still potential.But I have already secured a cozy coffin for myself from the oil magnates, if someone gets a mug in their hands.Fuck, I'm sure I can't do it again! Or can I?

entry twenty-fifth.

Rinko returned with her parents, from relatives.Delicious food again!I bought prefabricated metal racks with delivery, at the same time I blocked the damaged wall in the basement.I did not buy a safe — they are as expensive as dogs.I didn't rent a cell for a mug either.A nine-year-old kid brings his favorite mug and rents a cell in a bank, nonsense.I'm afraid I'll have many more "souvenirs".But now my basement is stylish, you can imagine that I'm at a secret military base... or in the back of the store...I put the mug on the shelf, the first family artifact, damn.

entry twenty-sixth.

The shelf was replenished with five more items.The crown of the collection is undoubtedly the unbreakable toilet paper!Moreover, all the properties of the paper have been preserved, it is cut and gets wet perfectly.Do you want to capture the world?Otherwise, I don't see how to investigate these materials.I wonder if my relatives could do that?Probably they could. Otherwise, theymighthavebeenalive.

Two days until the end of the holidays.The ability to create shit with your hands (I'm not talking about the result of cooking in the kitchen) is taken under control.And everything is simple — I almost broke my protective amulet: I like to twist something thoughtlessly in my hands, and here a pretty big thing is hanging around my neck. It worked out.It seems to have worked out, because no one has tried to eat me yet.The flash of light was notable.

It's good that no one saw this during the day.I was already covered in sweat, twice: from the fact that I was almost blind, and from the fact that I was left without protection.And the hands are pressed with the palms to the eyes. Fuck!I saw IT. Lines. Curls.The most complex grids of three-dimensional structures.And it's all in the negative against the background of floating spots of light in blinded eyes.The retina returned to normal by the evening, I hope I didn't spoil my eyesight.I saw diagrams... drawings... How is it according to the Japanese cultural tradition?Ah, the seals! I even figured out how to turn on the "eye jutsu".And I also saw myself.

entry twenty-seventh.

I look like a star.I mean, in the "special" vision — a bright, indistinguishable structure of the core and divergent, branching rays.I move my hands, and the rays gather in bundles, beat from the palms of my hands.A lot of bundles are collected in the area of the head, there are seals on the legs.In other places, the rays more or less evenly diverge in space... about three meters.In all directions.My house is one solid seal.Doors, windows, floor, ceiling, walls — all in a dense structure of lines.Now I see them in the "positive" — light lines.And my own structure is in contact with the seal of the house.How... how is the tram on the rails?There is such an attraction — small electric cars with a driver, and a conductive grid on the ceiling.A current collector rod goes to the grid.The cars are moving — and sparks fly between the grid and the pantograph.Very similar, but there are still no sparks.

entry twenty-eighth

Back to school.I shocked Rinko again: I asked him to come out twenty minutes earlier than usual.Yes, the neighbor is now trying not to let me go alone — she got it into her head that I was afraid of a "maniac".Considering that I also killed him... or her.No, I told her it was a spirit, Yokai.He even showed pictures from the wiki, by the way — classic Japanese engravings.Rinko decided that it was something like a glitch, a little material and not very dangerous — people don't believe in spirits, and they don't believe in magic.Taking into account real schools of magic and even the profession of "wizard" in the state register (oh, yes!) — it's a little weird.But not much, I had such examples in the "old" world, too, to hell...Maybe there are wizards, too.

While walking, I activated the "ferry" vision several times...We need to figure out what it's called already.The result was no longer very shocking.This inner light does not just stick out of me in all directions — it interacts with objects.The road to school is all in chaotic lines, in some places and on close walls, trees standing nearby.Not printing, not printing at all, there is no structure as such, whether it affects something or not — I don't know.But the block in the energy vision looks quite different.There is a real, specially made... okay, let the seal.About a kilometer across.Houses, trees, land a few meters deep.And people. Adults, children. Even dogs. Even cats.Even some birds.Everyone seemed to be entangled in a web of light.The mind refused to be scared again.

entry twenty-ninth.

I live like in a fairy tale. Only the fairy tale turns out to be a little scary.Tove Jansson has a character in her Moomin fairy tales, Morra.There will be ice where the village is.I have the same. If I sit in one place for a while, and a patch of light web spreads under me.However, it does not last very long if you do not regularly renew your presence, as with the road to school or your place.And the properties of materials do not change. It seems to be.My own seals, like the one on the superconducting part of the mug or on the laser gun, look like a somewhat denser and somehow ordered mishmash of lines.And finally, the professional seals of my relatives on things and everything else look... finished.And, amazingly complex, especially in the amulet.In larger seals, for example, in the walls of the quarter, you can isolate individual blocks: wavy "combs", some closed rings, more complex elements.Seals on people are more compact, it is impossible to consider in detail.And the apotheosis is an amulet.Suffice it to say that this subject has a seal that goes beyond the boundaries of the material and it is movable. Changing.

The problem is that I don't understand how it works.For example, where is the feedback with the amulet?There is no her. And it does not interfere with the spontaneous lines around it.And how can the presence of printing change the properties of the material?Some questions, even a headache.

entry thirtieth.

And winter in Japan, at least in this place, is short and not cold.There was almost no snow.February has passed — and spring is not only on the calendar, soon sakura will bloom.At school, half of the guys "get sick" with laser fights.The school's management established official games after the "massacre" during the holidays.One class is one team.They say someone even makes bets.

With the seals, everything is still the same, that is, it is not clear.My only progress is that I realized what is responsible for what in people.The seal in the muscles is intensifying and strengthening, that's why Rinko runs like a sprinter.The seal in the bones is only strengthening, is it logical?So, we isolate structures similar to muscles and throw them out: voila, the seal increases the contraction of fibers.It seems to be all right, but it's hard to try.No, not like that. IT'S WEIRD!!!

As it turned out, I repeated my "type seal" from the handle of a laser pistol on some branch.And "energized". Fuck!!!Okay, asshole, I took the insulator as a material.It was good — there was an iron leg of a park bench nearby, and the canvas by the bench was wooden.And it was good — there was no one around.Total: a slow-passing illumination with a "bunny" from an arc discharge, slightly blocked ears from being hit by a sound wave, melted, as from electric welding, in the place of breakdown, the frame of a park bench and ... an absolutely whole stick.Which has become, through me, an extremely dangerous weapon — a civilian stun gun is resting.Plus one "artifact" on the shelf in the basement, already half of the section was filled with various junk with unusual properties.By the way! Rinko made chocolate on the fourteenth of February and gave it to me — with such a reddened face that I just made heroic efforts not to laugh!After all, she's lovely!However, I can't say how the seal of light affects her...And what will happen if the seal is removed.If the seals can be removed at all.

part three.

entry thirty-one.

The cherry trees have swollen buds, and I have brains.Everything goes with a creak — this does not apply to "ordinary" studies, of course.The "ferry of light" is definitely not magic.Because the energy, the thing that "makes" magic, it turns out, I have not seen, and I do not see.I was trying to optimize my spontaneous design into something more manageable.A hundred M2 wooden pencils as experimental material, two weeks of torment in the evenings — and I accidentally managed to assemble a DC source from pencils and myself.It's an awesome feeling when a hundred-watt lamp burns from your hands.I have enough for almost an hour — it's about the birds, in the sense of my strength.True, the question of efficiency remains open, but there is already something to focus on.So, I noticed that when the "voltage" is applied, nothing in the pattern of light lines visible to me changes.In general, apparently, we need to experiment again, now with our own eyes.The very thought of such an experiment and its possible consequences immediately makes me lose the desire to learn to see magic.Or should I get extremely scared again?

entry thirty-two.

Cherry, I mean, sakura, in bloom!Classmates go mysterious and goofy.Sometimes the wind raises a real blizzard of petals — it's really beautiful.But it's not fun to draw this cherry blossom at all, it's good that we did it just on the nearest alley.And yes, the school festival is coming, however, not soon, in a month and a half, but you need to come up with a theme for the class right now.

The headman composted the brains.It's absolutely ridiculous — we're all small, terribly inflated with a sense of self-importance, and our class teacher, a young teacher in general (she's about 25 years old), is also pretty serious.My face also embodies seriousness: I put on glasses.They called me names at the kiosk, where I immediately bought a box of a hundred pieces, "computer".But the look is stylish.Yes, yes, I measured twenty pieces until I puzzled the seller "wholesale".How he was skewed, sickly, even had to leave a deposit for the order.But the Japanese was a very polite Japanese, and did not ask anything.

Why glasses? Well, I decided: instead of disfiguring the eyes, it's better to "kill" the glasses, I don't feel sorry for them.So far, I have not been able to impose magic vision, but I decided in advance to teach everyone that I wear glasses.That's what he said to the headman: "to fit the image of a "nerd".Why does this phrase cause a total break in the template for every questioner?

entry thirty-three.

A-aaapchi! Rinko "saved" a kitten — a small one terribly, only her eyes opened.It's good that you can protect yourself from magically induced allergies with ordinary suprastin.Neither Kuzaki herself nor her parents had anything to do with pets, it turns out, that's why a sad fate awaited her, if not for me.I had to take Rinko by the hand and buy cat's feed milk, a pacifier for kittens, diapers — this is after I fed him the usual heated cow's milk from a syringe.Now my neighbor is rushing home after school to visit her pet, and then back to self-training.