Web of light. Part 1. part 30

Mizuchi returned to the garage area of the hangar with a walkie-talkie in her belt and silently handed me a wide red cloth ribbon about one and a half meters long. Just the thing. So.

"Hey, Mizuhuna!" I called out, and yokai, looking up from posing for the cameras of Yu and Hiroe's phones, came up to me. "One detail is missing from your image. Bend over... Rinko, give me the scissors... That's it, and tie it on the back of your head. Super! Yu, rate it."

"Totally awesome!"

So, Mizuhuna, you have an additional instruction regarding disguise. — I said to yokai, the sea turtle, who, under the influence of Ami's feminine charm, personally developed a complete modernization of his appearance based on a partial transformation of his skin, that is, standing in front of me now in the form of an anthropomorphic humanoid... the bald one... in a shell covering the entire body (all this was complemented by amulet ribbons on each bend of the limbs)... and a red cloth mask on the "face"...

"If ordinary people accidentally notice you, don't get lost and shout loudly: "Kawabunga!!!""

Chapter 142.

Despite the fact that these competitions are just a regional stage of the city, the sports hall was not just chosen among the school ones, but the "real" one was in the dojo. There aren't many differences, but there are bleachers with backs, stationary cameras that allow you to cover the fields for duels from "looking from the ceiling" angles, and a hefty scoreboard. While the organizers were seating the audience, answering numerous questions from the parents of the tournament fighters, and making final preparations, I was busy turning my head, but I didn't see anything particularly interesting. Adults — parents and coaches, peers of the contestants — classmates or from the same section, that is, the school club.

Kuzaki's parents were also present. We shocked them a bit by showing up in a peculiar crowd at the bus stop, and Hiroe had an expensive semi-professional camera, and she handed the video camera to Yu. After the memorable "first dispatch" of the patrol Squad, we assessed some of the full-scale capabilities of our wards... According to the wards of Yokai, Hiroe took out her script "from a distant folder", which she managed to roll out in the meantime, and she and Shimomuro plunged into... uh ... well, let there be creativity. I don't know what it was like before, but now the girls were confidently moving towards a Hollywood action movie, heavily diluted by a Japanese animation school. When they sent me a file with the question "how cool is it?!"I must admit, I couldn't find the words for a minute and a half.

We were seated in the third row, with our parents in the second, and the coaches and "honored guests" in the first. A list of fights appeared on the scoreboard, and some guy in a traditional swordsman's uniform started talking about "great traditions", "the way of the sword" and the like, risking reaching world peace at such a pace by the end of the performance. To my left, Shizuka was listening to the speaker with an impenetrable look, to my left, Yu and Hiroe were discussing something in a low whisper, bent over their laptop, and I got bored...

"Amakawa-dono, I'm sorry, but I have doubts that we will be able to handle the work on the gulf cleanup tender."

"Why is that? We were counting the money. There is enough money to rent a self-propelled marine barge, and with three marine yokai, search and navigation are greatly simplified. The most problematic moment for other contractors was the stones themselves, since it is quite difficult to put cables under them for reliable fastening."

"The stones generate their own water magic around them, I'm not sure I can easily move them in the water... You know. And underwater blasting is prohibited because of fishing..."

"In any case, take it in a row, if we can't handle it now, at least we'll gain the necessary experience... and I will try to destroy the "Road" with a ferry. Otherwise, we will simply drown in repelling attacks from the mountains and from the city."

"Kuzaki Rinko!"

The girls filming the competition quite carefully immediately turned their lenses to the figure of my neighbor. The figure, yes — Rinko in armor looks not even twice, but almost three times wider than his natural self. The pattern of movements changes noticeably, you may not even recognize it... But still, Kuzaki doesn't need her "magic dope.".. but I need to see the details of a sports duel. After all, the duel is not so conditional: the blows are delivered with full force, and the shinai is still a club. Heh, well, that's it. Rinko was so nervous, and then it was over in less than a minute. How many more fights does she have today, three?

"Amakawa-san, I want to inform you that your age is..."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not asking you to accept an account management order. I just need a copy of the tax transfer report."

"hm-m"

"I'm sorry again, but I will definitely need this information in order to ensure timely replenishment of funds in case they turn out to be insufficient. I don't want my property, even if I can't manage it yet, to be rejected for non-payment of taxes."

"Well, Amakawa-san, that's a really serious argument. The bank will meet you halfway..."

Twenty seconds. Apparently, Kuzaki calmed down and became even more effective. But there aren't many people left — the first three matches are held according to the Olympic system, and those who lost two are already eliminated...

"Your parents' ashes are in the cemetery, Amakawa-sama... I'm sorry to bring you this news."

"Kashi, what are you doing? What's it got to do with you?"

"And... I'm not sure, it's been a long time... but their ashes have a taste... the other one."

"The other one?"

"I do not know how to express it. Not the way a person should be..."

"Hm... Maybe it's a generic feature? Give me a glass and I'll pump out some blood. Can you identify it?"

"I'll try... I'm sorry, Amakawa-sama, but your blood has the most ordinary taste."

"Why, I'm already used to having my family around... I think there are a lot of such stories around any Old Clan. It was clear that two exorcists were not so easy to kill, even if they were speeding for some reason."

"Kuzaki Rinko — first place!!!"

While the inspired parents went to catch their child at the locker rooms, where no one else was allowed except them and the coach, the four of us went out into the fresh (too fresh, three degrees of heat and slush!) air. Yu and Hiroe were watching individual frames right on the camera displays, and I asked Mizuchi:

"Did you like it?"

"It was interesting for me to see people like Kuzaki," The snake answered honestly.

"There are no more people like our Rinko," I stated with a smile.

"You're right," the girl returned my smile.

Then I caught the appraising gaze of Shimomuro and Kaname.

"What?"

"Mm-hmm", Yu hesitated, "in general... We wanted to ask you something."

"And?"

"Can you make us Spider-Man-style web throwers? For our film, we need!"