Web of light. Part 1.2

Mizuchi cursed her curiosity, which was not satisfied with any of the trials that had befallen her: Well, why, why did she decide to find out something additional about the strange guy she met in the reserve. Too much for she, a "spy". She persuaded herself to go and check, of course, that the police spies from the department for combating manifestations and sects would send a combat group, three to five magicians, who would scout and knock out everyone they scouted. Why wasn't Yuto afraid?.. Because he's used to spirit's, he's used to them as his friends, he really doesn't see the difference... and because he could kill her in one hit. Just one magic absorber. Bind all the mana with his strange power, which is not magic, in a body made of water — and the snake got caught. The water will spread out, and she will simply die without even noticing it, maybe, however, she will have time to move... Or maybe not. Those movements near the ravine... they made sense. Yuto was preparing to hit to defeat, but she did not attack, and he immediately calmed down. A naive child... who managed to lure the cynical old Mizuchi into his house, from where you can't even get out unless you open the door or window... which I desperately wanted to do. Run, run from where you've been warmed up! Escape from where the danger is unknown from which side. Run, run, frantically shuffling your feet, from where three pairs of children's hands have already ruined your fate... and they will definitely break it tomorrow.

Impossible! Become indistinguishable from a human? But it's possible. All you need is a magician-not a magician, an exorcist who left the clan voluntarily (well, let him not formally marry — his parents did it for him). An exorcist who dreams of peace, not glory.

Damn it! She talked to Yuto about the new world for about ten minutes and found no inconsistencies. It seems that he has been thinking about this problem all the time since the death of his parents... a very, very strange death. Yuto is like her. Yuto is like her reflection in the water. The exact opposite... and a chance, a ridiculous, unthinkable chance for hope! Perhaps her consciousness had hardened and withered after so long, an unthinkable thing, ayakashi, the aspect of water, yokai, the Goddess of Rivers, she couldn't think big like one kid. Even hulf-Yakoin was impressed... clearly not her job. Tomorrow, Yuto — Mizuchi didn't like to mention the clan name — promised to make a set of amulets for her, completely blocking the aura. Tomorrow she will be able to look at people's lives from the inside, for real, and not like a picture in an illustrated book.

Mizuchi moaned softly and gripped the edges of the futon with her fingers. Don't run away, just don't fucking run away! The murdered family... Just don't squander the only fragile chance that their deaths won't end up being just an episode in an endless war. There were still three hours left before dawn.

Sometimes people's minds generate such monsters that all the monsters under the bed run without looking back and losing their stashed second socks!..

Interlude 11. Kuzaki's House, Rinko Kuzaki's bed, 6.40 am, Sunday

..and the sleep of the mind causes panic even among the monsters of the human mind.

Of course, Rinko, having dragged her tired friend from Yuta's birthday, got permission to leave her at home. Unlike Amakawa's half-empty house, the Kuzaki rooms were all distributed. Therefore, put the futon on the floor, and sleep, girls, in the same room. Who knew that a short-haired woman also suffers from sleepwalking? It's a good thing it's not nocturnal enuresis!

In short, at the moment of awakening, Rinko found herself lying almost across the bed, with Hiroe's legs on top of her, wearing pajamas given out from Kuzaki Jr.'s supplies. Kaname managed to lie down with her head in the opposite direction from the pillows in her sleep. Rinka's blanket lay more or less evenly on top of this body structure, and Ranmaru, the Kuzaki family's cat, completed the composition with a chubby, one-and-a-half-year-old cat. Naturally, the cat chose the place of geometric intersection of girly bodies, weighing down Hiroe's legs a little more and not made of cotton wool. And Hiroe herself is cheerful... She was snoring!

Kuzaki's stomach and back completely disapproved of the new method of sleeping and hurt a little more than they do after an intense workout, which did not add to their owner's dovish gentleness. Realizing that she couldn't sleep anymore, the girl got out from under a pile of small bodies, shooed Ranmaru away and wondered what to do with this little girl for invading her personal space: maybe rub her ears? He snores as if nothing had happened! Or maybe tickle? He smiles in his sleep, it's such an infection! Oh so! Rinko picked up a glass of water from the bedside table, where she always left it overnight, and filled her mouth with all the contents. Pshaw! Right in the face of the obnoxious girl!

The result exceeded all expectations: Hiroe screamed at the edge of the ultrasound, jumped up from the prone position (on a soft mattress — the trick is quite difficult even for Rinko) and, picking up a pillow, hit the hostess of the room right on the head with all her might! She didn't have much strength, but Kuzaki Jr. was literally blown off the bed... on the futon that was originally intended for the guest.

"Oh, Rinko, I'm sorry!" Finally, Hiroe's expression took on a meaningful expression and she saw who she had hit. "I didn't mean to!"

"Intentionally or not, it doesn't matter now!" The kendo champion of the school and the district promised ominously, grabbing a pillow from Kaname's futon and jumping onto the bed. "I'll show you what a swordsman can do even with a pillow in his hands!"

"It seems to me, dear, that our daughter should invite her friends home more often." Kuzaki Sr. said as she closed the door to her and her husband's bedroom. Rinko and her friend are so energetic and funny, and with us, our girl is just a model of gentleness and calmness. Confirming her words, gambling shouts and screams could be heard throughout the house. After that, it's not surprising that both of them showed up at the Amakawa house at eight: Rinko — to cook Yuto's breakfast, and Hiroe — just for company (and for a free breakfast). But there was a surprise waiting for them!

Part 18

chapter 95.

Unlike the "canonical" Yuto, I get up early. It's funny, I've always believed that biorhythms are set by the body, not consciousness, but perhaps biorhythms can vary widely depending on the needs of the mind? Although I actually overslept my usual wake-up time and alarm a few times, and Rinko had to shake me for a long time to wake up for school: sometimes it's very difficult to stop in the middle of an experiment... or you just need to finish the job. I got up now-it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. After yesterday's events and excitement, I slept especially well: the sun was shining through the curtains through the windows, the air in the room was fresh and slightly humid... fresh and moist? Come on... Wow!

No, of course, I am aware that once every two or three days, vacuuming through rooms and corridors and quickly wiping the floors with a mop soaked in water with a "Mr. MySQL" type of product and cleaning up normally are two different things. But not so much! To begin with, the color of the wooden flooring in the second-floor hallway turned out to be a slightly different shade than I'm used to. Much, much lighter! The walls, especially closer to the ceiling, turned out to be much whiter than before. And the spider web that the ubiquitous spiders discreetly hang in the corners? And the air itself is almost like in a "clean room" — there is simply no dust! Shizuka (there's just no one else) did a great job: I completely stopped understanding how, with such abilities on the part of spirits, representatives of the local civilization managed to lose contact with them! I'm sure she can handle more than just my small house. It's all bullshit, these fireballs and the ability to throw a heavier projectile over the walls of a fortress, with such an ability in the Middle Ages, epidemics could be stopped, not to mention just everyday amenities. And I'm sure Shizuka is far from the strongest yokai of the water aspect.

I wonder if she was in the basement? And if there was, did you understand anything else? However, I'll take you and tell you. I'll ask you myself. And... hmm? What is it that smells so good?

Chapter 96.

No, surely Russians and Japanese have common roots: well, how else to explain the appearance of girls exactly at the time when breakfast is ready? Yes, and I was lucky to wake up like that! I'm ashamed, but we ate so much! Even Hiroe, who seemed to be better trained in etiquette than us, turned her head so that it rattled behind her ears! And we ate twice as much as usual, since Mizuchi cooked a little more than even for four people. Either it was an experience, or she just wanted to leave some of it for lunch... It didn't work out! After we sat back in our chairs, I decided to hold a meeting and, just in case, a safety briefing.

"Shizuka, you're incredible! Thank you so much for your help and for such a delicious breakfast. I hope you enjoy our "second part" the same way. To do this, I suggest solving a couple of important cases today. First, about the features of protecting the house: the suppression of magic is at the level of material surfaces: walls, glass, doors. If the door or window is open, there is no protection in this place, is that clear? I have not yet figured out how the "Steam" works in projection mode in order to create zones of modified air of a given configuration or to change the properties of the material a second time.

""Ferry"?" Mizuchi was surprised. "It's a strange name."

"Well, that's what it is," I was surprised now, "The Amakawa clan's ability, "Ferry of Light." I thought you knew."

This is the first time I've seen a snake laugh, and it's smiled every other time.

"I know, you know!" Somehow calming down, she replied. "But Amakawa's ability is called "Changing Light," you know! I didn't think you could twist the name like that!"

I didn't think so either, Mizuchi, but harsh Russian translators may not be like that... Hiroe didn't get the whole joke, but Rinko, who also asked at the time why the name "kekkei genkaya" sounded so strange and ran into an explanation like "the ferry represents the transfer (transportation?) there are a lot of new properties in the "object is massive", she also began to laugh in the most natural way at the poor Yuto who had lost his memory... probably because I remembered how many words I had come up with like " ferryroller" or "ferry protection of the material."

"You know, since I'm still the last Amakawa, I think I have the right to rename my force as I see fit... if only because if I say "enlightened" instead of "FerryRoller", it will be unclear. And even more so if I say "traded"." At my last remark, Rinko's laugh cut off, and she stared at me with her trademark "heavy" gaze, sometimes shifting her gaze to the Goddess of Rivers. Which in turn amused Mizuchi already:

"You're right, you know! It's better to talk about ferries, not about cheating, you know! Your "harem" won't approve of you, you know!"

Damn! How had I forgotten to watch my words in Shizuki's presence! The same small-looking trollolo in the canon annoyed Yuto and others with jokes about the "harem" and breast size. And I gave her a reason myself!

Rinko was speechless at the word "harem," opening and closing her mouth in silence, but Hiroe, pointedly looking at her nails, rejected it:

"You signed up for Yuto's harem yesterday... You know. And she didn't even ask for a salary, unlike smart people. So you'll be the younger wife."

Now Mizuchi opened her mouth soundlessly, and I feigned a facepalm. Neither Shizuka nor Hiroe will forget this joke. And I managed to gather some girls around me! Is this karma or something?!

Chapter 97.

When we finally calmed down and had tea, I started where I wanted to start. Namely— to disguise Mizuchi. The problem, as I mentioned earlier, was that I don't know how to create projection screens, that is, roughly speaking, to use objects as ferry pickups. Mediators would solve a lot of problems, for example, the formation of the same signal network in the city would be greatly simplified, and the ability to create changes beyond the "resolution" of my eyes would be nice. It remains, as always, to understand from which side to tackle the problem. Well, since such a problem cannot be solved in five minutes, they decided to mask the snake in the old-fashioned way: to put an overwhelming "Steam" on clothes. It's simple: the girls went to the bathroom with yokai, and ten minutes later Shizuka brought me her clothes. Why ten minutes? It turns out that they were bickering over whether it was necessary (and possible?!) putting changes on your underpants. On the one hand, no one seems to be looking under the hem, but on the other hand, you never know what. In the end, Mizuchi just handed over the object of the dispute, after which the girls found out who would carry it to me. In short, Shizuka had to put on a bath towel in the manner of an ancient Greek toga and carry my things herself. Snake told me all this while I was working, and the red-faced girls tried to pretend they weren't there. Okay, we figured it out, and that's good. After looking through the magic detector, I was convinced that the "seals" of the Ferry provide good protection from the "illumination" of the hull, but the legs, arms up to the elbows and the head continue to glow treacherously. Rinko drove home without resistance and brought white knee socks and several blue hairpins in the color of the ribbons on her head. I also had to shake up my neighbor for a certain amount of jewelry — four rings (insurance, two for each hand), two bracelets and a locket necklace. Inspection. Well, almost! The front side of the face around the eyes remained uncovered, and I, habitually clutching in my hands, "secured" the next glasses. Now I was "wholesale" buying not just "computer", but "chameleons". Convenient!

Great! The fields of action of the suppressive amulets I made from all this pile of various consumer goods overlapped quite reliably, preventing glare when moving, for which I made the snake walk around the living room first, and then on the kitchen table. I was ready to get a slap in the face from Kuzaka for the last "brilliant" idea, but she took everything adequately. We were finally ready to go "into the big world" outside the walls of the house, but there was another "small" problem.

"I can't see anything, you know." Mizuchi said melancholically.

"That is, how?! You're moving confidently, aren't you, and you don't bump into tables?"