Web of light. Part 1-7. part 27

They decided to "make" the training ground on the opposite slope of the low mountains around the city: the peaks will shield the bursts of magic from possible observers from the city. Fortunately, without disguise, Mizuchi is able to detect a strong yokai or a police magician from a long distance... We also brought Kashi with us. Firstly, because "there is never much security," and secondly, he will be with us in Noihara. We decided to clearly schedule the "storming" of my clan's stronghold for the last Sunday in October: regardless of Tsuchimikado's actions. Tired of living from one adventure to another, it's time to get used to living and thinking "like an adult." During this time, I planned to have time to visit the "landfill" at least three times: to learn how to open a Mystical House, to test a prototype of a railgun — a weapon, not just a single barrel. So that everything is as it should be: with a sight (so far without optics), with a butt and charging through the shutter. The small, inexperienced arrows were supposed to be made of good hard steel at the Department of Precision Engineering: that's why this contact was useful for the first time. Of course, officially these were not charges at all, but parts for the school physics laboratory, but no one even asked me — the help with the printer was appreciated. It probably looks a bit too presumptuous to finish something that is just a barrel to a prototype weapon, but I had a trump card — 3D printing. And the fact that the butt and charge supply elements will be made of plastic — well, gunpowder is not used in weapons, and the simplest bolt mechanism will not experience any special efforts — it does not even need to be sealed. And my ability allows me to strengthen even simple plastic to the characteristics of a building composite.

The trip turned out to be a bit exhausting: two and a half hours on mountain roads up and down at the speed of a wounded turtle in the ass: the road is narrow and winding. The only bright moment was when a bus passing through the pass taxied onto a site with a beautiful view of the lake and a part of the city lying on the shore: for a minute we just caught our breath! As a result, we were just happy to get off the bus — it was better to walk through the mountains and without a road than in this leisurely "shaker" through the remnants of the summer heat. Speaking of the heat: only Hiroe had the brains to connect "we're going to nature to train where there's water" with the opportunity not only to work, but also to relax. However, it was agreed that no one else would go into the water except Shizuka: even if this section of the river was dammed downstream, but the channel of angular granite fragments somehow did not have the potential for safe swimming. And I shouldn't have worried about the lack of a road — the Corpse Eater led us to a very nice path winding through the mountains, across the river I was looking for (an hour's walk from the highway), and even an elegant, albeit old wooden bridge was thrown.

"An abandoned temple. Regular," Kashi explained it to me.

"Great!" Hiroe stretched vigorously, unaccustomed to pulling a small backpack onto her shoulders. "In the meantime, you sort out your things and food, and we'll change our clothes."

At this point, manga heroines usually shout "don't peek!"— with a natural result, of course, but— what happiness! we're not in a manga. The girls came out from behind the rock in just five minutes: and two of the three were looking at the fourth, Mizuchi, so that they were ready to check the hole. The Goddess of Rivers was blushing for some reason. And what happened there?

"How do I look?" Hiroe spun around on her toe in front of me: a black two-piece swimsuit, of course, suited her... but along with the "mountain" boots, which, at the insistence of the corrosive Yu, we chose and bought in advance (it was still that scene in the store!)... After swallowing a comment like "at least now in a combat walker" and "I allow you to start saving the world!" I just gave a thumbs up. Surprisingly, Rinko and Yu continued to rub something with the snake, although they also, in general, had something to show off: the girls chose "children's" options for tanning, like school. I don't know how they got together to sunbathe like that, but their angular figures looked very cute (at least, this option was more suitable for shoes).

The girls noticed that I was looking at them and blushed together, and Shizuka quickly kicked off her shoes and flew like a bullet into the greenish water (only her head remained above the surface). And what does that mean?

"I'm starting, you know," the Goddess of Rivers informed me, and I began to watch the formation of the technique with all my glasses. Shizuka dived headfirst, I saw her body sink to the very bottom, and... dissolved! The glowing aura literally flooded the river from shore to shore, and shot up into the air like a torch... And three girls are missing! Oops!

The Mystical House "as it is" looked quite interesting from the outside: a column of spells above the place where the operator disappeared into the water, and a light bluish haze covering the copying area — a circle with a radius of at least two hundred meters. Strong, snake!

Basically, to interrupt the technique, it was enough to pick up a heavier rock and throw spells at its center: Shizuka can't move, and her body is vulnerable now, even though I can't see it (body). But in the case of the amulet, you will have to act differently: either smash it with a hammer (which is not too safe to do in the center of the house), or use a "mine" — a counter-charm that will interrupt the manopow and cause the spell to collapse, throwing everything inside at real coordinates. Actually, I intended to make a similar thing out of a meter-long fragment of wood, making a kind of "magical superconductor" — mana should theoretically flow through it more readily than just through the air. Here we go!

... and finished. Three hours later, I managed to steadily create a stick with the desired effect, bridging the flows so that the spell failed in about a minute: just in time to run out of the house. I felt like I was carrying bricks, and I was hungry. Plopping down on a beach towel with the girls, I saw Mizuchi come up, grab her things, and rush headlong behind the rock locker room.

"But what is it?!"

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Yuto-kun?" He asked me for Kashi. "Don't worry. It's just that Shizuka was too lazy to buy and carry a swimsuit and created clothes for herself out of her own water... And it looks like someone managed to convince her that she was naked anyway, right?"

Yu and Rinko's faces could light a cigarette — such a crimson shade! And I didn't know whether to laugh or cry— after everything that had happened to her over the years, after all our adventures together, the three-hundred-year-old Yokai was worried about what her clothes were made of?! Moreover, two eleven-year-old girls convinced her that she should worry about this! Oh, kami! Truly, if a person runs out of problems, he will invent them for himself! And not just a human!

Chapter 131.

"We need to decide what we're going to be called." Yu posed the question bluntly, leaving the empty cup. To drink the European version of tea from European mugs with roses — of course, the Croissant cafe! Well, we're not going to Mac, are we? And here it's quiet, calm, lace in such quantity that, it seems, going out on the street, you will strangle the first wearer of them...

Hiroe opened her brand-new mini-laptop P series from Panasonic and meticulously read out:

"We need to come up with a name for three organizations. For a voluntary, non-profit police assistance squad, for a construction company that will take on a contract for bottom work in the bay, and for a scientific group that will officially conduct research in the field of the latest materials and experimental equipment."

"Sign up another management company — it will be all of us."

"Logically, it is worth making formal distinctions on work right now."

"Why such difficulties?" Rinko was surprised.

"A simple precaution in case of problems with someone. Again, taxes are easier to calculate and pay," explained Yu. "What? My mom told me."

"I feel like the dumbest again." My neighbor confessed, "How do you know so much?"

"My mom taught me too, I told you," Hiroe grinned, "and then I began to understand something myself."

"Life experience, you know" Snake shrugged, draining her fifth cup of tea in small sips. Considering that every time she ordered a new tea, the poor hostess looked at her with holy horror.

"Well, I'm just an enthusiastic person, I don't like to stop halfway if I'm interested in something." Yu flashed her glasses. Interestingly, we all wear glasses, and only Yu knows how to flash them. Did you train on purpose?

"Rinko, stop suffering with nonsense!" I tried to cheer up my childhood girlfriend. "You have a different range of hobbies, why are you so worried about it? But look, here, except for you and Shizuka, no one can stand up for themselves. Do you remember how I used to hide behind you when we were eight?"

Well, it wasn't that I was hiding, Rinko had shielded me from the little jerks herself, but I was ready to admit this "shameful" fact, so that the girl wouldn't feel "inferior" or "superfluous in this company." After all, everyone in our company has problems with tact except me... Although I'm good too!

"Wow, did you really protect Yuto from bullies when you were little?" I almost knocked over Shimomuro's chair, so abruptly she leaned on the table. "This clarifies a lot! And anyway, everything is going well!"

"What's going on?" Kaname responded immediately.

"Well, you played that one... The game I recommended?"

Two nods, and Rinko blushes again. Damn, we'll have to talk about this carefully somehow... or shouldn't we get involved in girly games? Da-a-amn, they say, recruited a women's team on his head! On the other hand, somehow I don't see an abundance of guys to whom I could entrust not just my secret, but really my life. And if I introduce at least one kid into the "inner" circle, a monkey measuring of reproductive organs will immediately follow, simply because at our age hormones are definitely stronger than brains. And hormones push any teenager to try to take an alpha position in the pack, no matter how you look at it. It's better to let it be as it is.

"..Around the main character, the mysterious prince," Meanwhile, Yu continued to speak earnestly, "the one who lost his parents, the last heir of a mysterious clan with mystical powers... Yuto, did you have any problems with your memory?"

"They were," Rinko ratted me out.

"Very good! So, having memory lapses, beautiful girls suddenly appear: a "simple" childhood friend, in whom the hero suddenly begins to see not just a friend, but a beautiful girlfriend, super-smart, but too fl... Ek-ahem, I wanted to say, a very nice student from the senior class (Hiroe! I honestly wanted to say sweet!), a sensible classmate on the outside and passionate on the inside (That's me! And there's nothing to look at so incredulously!) and even a mysterious spirit girl with superpowers. Well how? Hmm... Definitely missing is a princess from another clan, with whom the hero was secretly engaged in childhood and forgot about it..."

I hit my head on the table top with a groan. Not in the eyebrow, but in the eye! But until the Kues appeared on the horizon (if it appears at all), I was not going to report it — they would only wind themselves up once again and dilute the difficulties from scratch. Fortunately, Yu mistook "the moan that's called a song" for a painful rejection of painted roles and began to agitate me for her vision of the world.

"Well, look, it's great! Four beautiful girls will fight for the right to be by your side, and in the end you will choose..."

"The harem"— suggested the kind Mizuchi.

Oh, oh, what's that blush on Shimomuro's cheeks? Hey! Why doesn't anyone object?! And what should I say to that?! And why are all four of them looking at me?!?!

"Wonderful," I concluded, feeling a slight warmth on my cheeks, but trying to speak in an even tone, "now that you have thought out my personal life in detail for me, I will no longer worry about this aspect..."

Get the grenade, fascist! More precisely, a tank — there's just a crew of four.

"...And I can ask you to focus on your work tasks again. Let's go back to the names, since there's no way without them. Suggestions for patrol organization?"

"The Night Watch!" Hiroe immediately responded. "As I understand it, the main work will be in the dark?"

"You're right, but that name makes me feel bad, so let's change it."

"Mm-hmm..." thought Yu, "What about "Breaking Dawn"? Since the patrol will be at night, it will sound symbolic — they bring light into the night. Well, and make uniforms in the form of dark purple cloaks, like the sky before dawn... Yuto? Why are you banging your head on the table?"