Web of light. Part 1-7

And enough plans, it's time to work!

Part 7.

Entry fifty-fifth.

And why, when asked, "Can we cook some rocket fuel after class in the chemistry room?" it must be met with a hysterical "No-o-o-o-o-o!!!"and running away from class? Kagura-sensei, in my opinion, is generally the oldest teacher we have, she's somewhere in her late fifties. She should be reacting calmly by now... Yeah, that's right. She returned with the director and hides behind his back. Naturally hiding!

"Um, young people, you see, the school welcomes the initiatives of the Physics Club, but the manufacture of dangerous substances..."

It's started. What's wrong with "powdered sugar", a mixture of saltpeter and sugar, the composition of which has been known for almost 150 years and is used for homemade rockets for the same amount. AND it DOESN'T EXPLODE! The director didn't even look at the printout, but in vain. There's a saying that if something can't be done with chemistry, it can be done with physics. The Internet, ow! And the chemist will regret it!

Entry fifty-six.

The hamsters in the basement conspired to increase their linear size by five times, and then pretend to be guinea pigs. And they are trying very, very hard! For example, an extended finger that does not carry food is food in itself, which is what Rinko is wearing now...

"Ah, the vile thing!!!"

... and I was convinced. Yes, now the participation of hamsters in Kuzaki's Ferry experiments is no longer disputed. And then there's so much "Oh, how cute, xiu-xiu-xiu!"it was.

Why did I drag my girlfriend into the dark... in a well-lit basement with shelves and hamsters? Well, since Rinko decided to participate in my clan skills acquisition, I decided to dedicate her to the next four points of the plan. Moreover, in points starting from D, actions are planned taking into account the day after the announcement and in five years, so everything is written with a pitchfork.

I must say that the ideas of friendship and cooperation between people and Yokai caused Rinko absolutely fair doubts, as she reasonably remarked to me, "you don't know how the oath was taken. And if they cheat?"Hmm, then I'm yum-yum, that is, me. But I didn't tell the girl that. As well as the fact that I want to copy the scheme of the "oath" from her head. If there really are traces of personality correction with a seal in Kuzaky's head. In addition, I can always try to hack the "Mystical House" in Noihara. In any case, the bearers of magic must first be found. And at least — unnoticed by them. In this regard, I have a constructive idea.

Actually, "everything has already been stolen before us." That is, look at how others have decided, and copy it with your own technology. I decided to copy RFID technology. These are such arcs in supermarkets that do not allow you to carry a purchase "past the checkout", starting to croak or ring viciously when you try. Actually, I have everything to implement this idea. The touch element is still the same mana trap accumulator. Knowing how a ferry can be used to channel mana movement. And the map is a good, detailed map of the city, which I attached to one of the vacant walls of the basement. It's really two by two meters, in a tourist store. I didn't need much precision at first: a square with a side of two hundred or even five hundred meters. A weave is attached to the end of the channel — a visualizer of the presence of magic, in fact— it is just an analog of an LED. It remains to bring the end of the "channel" to the desired part of the map — and voila. How convenient it is to set specific tasks for yourself — and not have to worry about which direction of your clan "jutsu" to develop.

That's it — a correctly posed question already contains half the answer. Now it remains to work on the implementation.

Entry fifty-seventh.

Did I say that the chemist would regret it? The kid said, the kid did. Although I, or rather we, didn't do it on purpose. By the way, Mizuki-sensei is at it... And I had to think about safety, too. I'm sick too... Great job! Anyway, our first rocket did explode. And why is that? Because someone did not allow us to make a safe mixture in the laboratory. And you can't do "chemical experiments" in the physics room. Not allowed? Okay! Let's turn to the founding fathers: there is such a thing, a liquid-pneumatic Zangger engine, also known as a "Zangger blowtorch". A pulsed jet engine powered by compressed air and kerosene. I took the information from the MAI website and translated it into Japanese without much effort. I bought kerosene from a hardware store — it is often used in home heaters. Yes, yes, I was also stunned when I found out, it's good that we have our own boiler room in the block. And such happiness in our city is not found in all places of the private sector. Well, yes.

So, we assembled the rocket engine from two cylinders with pistons, which in some distant past were probably bicycle pumps. And then everything is simple: fairing, nozzle. Vertical stabilizers were soldered to the fairing. A piezo crystal is used as an ignition. The launch was carried out from a vertical machine. The rope pulls the stopper out of the pistons, the pressurized gas-air mixture begins to spray into the nozzle and ignites. Start!

Three mistakes were made at once: the engine should have been tested first on a machine with a full load, and not with a quarter, sparing kerosene. To balance the center of gravity of the device, rather than hoping that the tube is generally light and there are enough stabilizers. And don't let them pull the Taizo starting halyard! Then, like real rocket scientists, we reconstructed the chain of events from the wreckage.

As a result, due to a strong jerk, our unit tilted even at the start, and the trajectory turned from an arc with a vertical deviation into a parabola. So at the moment when the injection head of the mixture was torn off the kerosene tank and tore at the seam, the rocket was already flying parallel to the school building, at about the sixth floor level.

Pop, and half a tank of fuel flies out through the widening gap. And it is set on fire. And it burns down with a loud bang. Needless to say, it was in front of the chemistry room, where for some reason the delayed teacher was making tea? Fate! Her last gesture was especially eloquent: the remains of the rocket fell directly into a concrete bin for garbage cans (and only because we were able to find them anyway).

Entry fifty-eight.

Oh! For a week, we, those who took part in the first launch, became just the stars of the school. The journalism club interviewed every participant, all the witnesses, and one of the most brazen "journalists" had the courage to ask the director for his opinion on the event-"without a tie." Oh yeah. The newspaper came out the next day and it began with a huge headline: "'HMM...' SAID THE DIRECTOR." There were no reprisals for the students, which is logical, given the lack of visible damage to the subordinate territory or students (apart from the moral trauma of some tea lovers). But Mizuki-sensei, apparently, was put in the pose of a star and ... they gave a lecture on the safety of students. But this is my personal conclusion, the Japanese are terribly correct, and no one saw the scolding from the students.

In general, while the participants and a few observers retold their version of events several times, each time "remembering" more and more details in the style of "a giant cloud of fire fell on the chemistry room!After school, Rinko and I went to print a close-up plan of our neighborhood downloaded from Google into the school computer classroom, logically reasoning that the near part of the surveillance network should be made more dense, and there was nowhere to buy such a detailed map. I wish I had paid the money at the mall for the printout! "Is the physics club planning to launch cruise missiles?!" — it was an article the next day, and we were called to the director: me, Kuzaki, and Mizuki-sensei together. After suspiciously asking why we needed a printout of the map (and receiving an honest answer "to know your house better"), the principal frowned and asked in a gentle voice to promise that we would not set fire to, launch, or detonate anything within 500 meters of the school. They barely bargained for the right to light sparklers. Wow, what a reputation we have!

Part 8

entry fifty-nine.

The map of the quarter on the wall is assembled, the installation points are marked. The weather is good, and Sunday is ahead. After connecting the first point, in the courtyard of the house, the plans had to be abruptly revised. Crawling on all fours, stretching the sensor line to the basement with your hand — it looks very funny (Kuzaki was laughing like crazy!), but it's actually impossible. And how could I have missed such an important moment?

record sixty.

Great! I can also steam with my ferry! However, it feels like I'm trying to make tea with my feet at least... And I'm good at it... but the main disadvantage is another: me have to be barefoot. Yeah, that's great. And if I need to use the "Ferry Light" somewhere in the mountains or in winter, should I take off my gloves? So, the problem needs to be solved, and now, it's good that it surfaced so early!

Entry sixty-one.

Minus the "extracurricular" sneakers. Minus the socks. Four pairs, and it was possible to fix the properties on the fifth pair without destroying the material.

Entry sixty-two

Minus the second pair of sneakers. Minus the old shoes. The principle of similarity did not fit. I'm going to stay without shoes! Rinko was already exhausted from laughing and went to cook dinner. And I'm going to the shoe store while I have something to wear!

Entry sixty-three.

The 7th pair of cheap sneakers. Hurray! VICTORY!

Entry sixty-four.

The 9th pair. Absolutely a victory! Socks will also need to be bought in stock. Well, my parents provided a decent allowance, and with my girlfriend's cooking, it's quite realistic to save almost half of the weekly funds. Sometimes savings... You have to spend a lot, that's how it is now. There was an idea to pump and strengthen all the clothes, in case the hands and feet of the object of the "Ferry" application would not touch. After all, I don't apply it with my hands, but with my gift, which I see as a star with rays.

Entry sixty-fifth.

Rinko will definitely live a hundred years. Laughter prolongs life, right? Put on an old shirt, apply "Ferry". Remove the remaining rags, once more. And then the threads lost their grip on each other, and the fabric literally rolled out along the fibers — an enchanting sight. Maybe I should switch to floor cloths already?

Entry sixty-six.

Toilet paper helped! I mean, that roll that I accidentally "ferry up" until I could take control of my gift. All that was needed was not to upgrade the entire fabric to skip the print lines, but to select several points and apply reinforcement around them. By the way, I wonder if the wall of the house can be destroyed in this way? And, most importantly, which building wouldn't it be a pity to try?

Okay, that's later. For now, let's summarize the evening: a whole single touch point has been installed! Yes, if I keep moving at this pace, six years won't be enough for me.

Entry sixty-seventh.

That's how routine comes in. One thing, another, a third, and it's already November. The leaves turned yellow and fell off, the hamsters became even thicker, and one of my achievements is a "pumped-up" neighborhood and the road to school. However, now you can't approach the house unnoticed, the magic sensor seals lie on the streets of the block one after another, and you can only bypass them by air. However, even at a distance of thirty meters from the place of overlap, they must detect and accept the "illumination", so you really need to fly, jumping on roofs will not help.

The physics club, which I'm tempted to call a "circle," became interested in aircraft modeling at my suggestion. On the other hand, we were banned from jet engines, but not from propellers. It's easier for me. One group of enthusiasts is launching regular models, another group is assembling a mini helicopter, and Taizo is "sick" of paper airplanes and is now seriously going to compete in the junior competition for the longest-flying model. Yeah, I didn't know there were any. Everyone who knows the kid is just shocked!

My studies are moving forward, while the majority of subjects like Japanese history are new to me, and the amount of teaching is very gentle, we are not even a secondary school. Everything is going on interestingly and calmly, there is no frenzied excitement of last year and this spring and summer. I got used to my role. Both civil and social... and the magic one.

There also came a time in the development of the Ferry when I simply did not have enough concentration and dexterity to apply more complex seals. So, training and more training, consolidating the material, so to speak. As part of securing the material, I stocked up on naphthyzine, suprastine and handkerchiefs, upgraded all the dishes and fragile things in the house from the Kuzaki family (under the guise of helping with general cleaning). Now you can not only play football with your favorite mug and plates of a housemate, but also hammer nails. Rinko is naturally happy! During the cleaning work, the cat, once saved by a kitten, stuck to me, rubbed against my legs and purred. It was probably not by chance that Himari was chosen to be my bodyguard. Oh, Himari-Himari, if I were sure that you had been entrusted with the secrets of my clan that you must pass on to me, I would have gone to open the collapsed space on Christmas Day. Who would know how tired I am of banging my forehead against the wall of my inability...

Entry sixty-eight.

As bright and colorful as spring is in Japan, winter is so gray and dreary. I wouldn't be surprised if the japs abandoned the Christmas tradition among Europeans precisely for the sake of colorful Christmas trees and garlands! There is no snow again, at least the ground is frozen. The signal perimeter has already been stretched for several kilometers in all directions, not as tightly as in the immediate vicinity, but still. The school is already inside the perimeter. However, there is still no one to look at the map — this is my next mistake. Apparently, planning is not my strong suit, I still "there" did not have any special abilities in this business, but here too strong childish emotions do not allow me to think through everything properly to the end.

I don't care about girls yet, though... although. I already feel something like that when I look at our homeroom teacher. And she is a woman with pronounced virtues. I noticed that some guys were also surreptitiously staring at her. Oh, oh, remembering my first childhood, when the sex hormones finally activate, will my head completely fail? I hope not, after all!