Web of light. Part 1.2 chapter 15

Chapter 90.

I returned home, but Kuzaki is not there yet. I made myself a sandwich — my young and growing body has already digested half of the bento. I sat down at my desk and turned on the "top" computer in my room. Yeah, when was the last time I worked for him? He thought about it. Did I mention that things are getting out of control? Now they're raining down on my head like bricks. My wonderful plan, is this how you could take and complete points A and B in just a year? And I naively thought how wonderfully slow and boring I would be doing self-discovery (since the Ferry is a part of me, it means self-discovery), and then this! By the way, what's next on the plan? Google Docs, the language is Russian. Yeah, here it is: "C) Make weapons and defenses to demonstrate your strength (and so that you don't get hurt if you fail)." I wonder which cami I made laugh? Or are they already amicably gathered in the astral around my mortal carcass and making fun of my solo performance?

Well, yes. I had an attack of self-irony against the background of the realization of my real ability to manage the situation. And I think I've already gotten used to the risk. And that's right, if after every case where you could get into a big mess, you walk away with shaking hands, emptying the refrigerator and sleeping nervously, you won't have enough health, even if you still figure out how to fix some physiological problems of the body by Ferry, like the telomerase reaction and the physiological shutdown of thymus cell proliferation... [Yuto talks about the easiest to eliminate natural reactions of the body involved in the mechanism of aging].

Damn. After all, running into a Yokai lair like that is a talent you have to have. I don't even know whether to admire myself or scold? What if Shizuka really shows up on my doorstep soon? Well, let's say everything is clear with the map, and the strangest hamsters can be removed from sight... just don't release them into the wild in the park, otherwise the residents will worry why atomic and chemically active waste began to be stored in their favorite place for walks.

How long would it take her to get to the house of the descendant of the exorcists? Well, she probably won't kill the magical one, but the relationship will be completely ruined. Or should I follow the Yuta method from the canon? That's not going to work, right, I need to get the snake interested in me, and not make it watch out of fear that I'll kill someone from the spirit people? I think she will objectively assess my ability to kill someone and proudly retire for five years to remind me of myself after removing the amulet. And I will be able to put an end to my desire to find additional allies among the Ayakashi. However, on a hunch, he called Mizuchi to his house... so, subconsciously, I assumed the possible benefits of such a meeting were higher than the possible risks. So I relaxed early, the situation with Shizuka has not been resolved yet.

So, think, think. My grandfather is an exorcist, a Himary breeder, and he probably personally managed to kill someone. But my parents became pacifists... That's it! Heh, and the answer is really on the surface. My parents left the clan. And they were killed, I'm sure of it, not by evidence, but by logic. To kill a man who owns a Ferry, who has a normal clan education, in his own car, but by hitting the car against the car? Is it logical? Everything is logical. And even though I grew up with my grandfather for the first six or seven years, they took me away and didn't let me teach. The question is "why?" That's what you're asking for, isn't it? But because my parents didn't want to see me as an exorcist, it's elementary. Oops! Then it turns out that the situation with the amulet and the sealing of power looks completely different: I remember from the canon how little Yuto promises little Kues to "kill all people," in the sense of yokai. And communication with a pack of spirits, which, as logic suggests, was supposed to prepare the future "spirit sleeper" for the peculiarities of the way of thinking and the specifics of the behavior of spirits. That is, the first stage of training, as it should be in the clan, took place at my age of three or four, or even right from scratch. If the good grandfather wanted me to become an exorcist, then it is absolutely undesirable to erase these critically important memories. After all, Himari has no information about the "Ferry" in the canon (considering how the poor cat was shaken a couple of times by Tsuchi together with Kasuri in the Tsuchimikado house, it makes sense). And from this we make a logical conclusion that everything important about working with the Ferry of Light, including, possibly, the hiding places with libraries, was informed to the heir in advance. Does it fit? There don't seem to be any flaws in the logic.

Okay, now about the amulet. I REALLY doubt that master artefactor Amakawa, now that I imagine the abilities of a trained, experienced user of my clan's "kekkei genkai" could have screwed up in such a way that critically important memories were affected. Is it logical? Quite. It's possible that the amulet was supposed to hide these memories from me until I was sixteen, but Yuto didn't remember anything about the Ferry in the canon, just something from personal communication. And then, suppressing unrestrained sex followed by a razor stroke by the notorious Occam, we get an awesome result: my parents erased my memories! Ta-dam, you've won a super prize: amnesia with love!

In light of this, the story of the amulet itself looks in a completely different light. So, I'll try to restore the events in retrospect:

1) There is some kind of rift between the older and middle generation of Amakawa. Perhaps it was some kind of knowledge or idea that needed to be studied. I remember my parents visiting Noihara, and most of the time I was left to my grandparents and Himari — and I don't remember that anymore, but it's like that in the manga. Fine, let's have a version about new information — I can't stand the hackneyed plot about "ancient lost hidden knowledge." So, let's go do some research. And they did.

2) My grandfather finds out about my parents' return "with a victory" and realizes that they will take me away now. Perhaps my relatives were so pumped up that they had cats for one sneeze. Or maybe it was just that my grandparents didn't want to start a massacre that would surely put an end to our clan. By the way, it is logical to assume that the main "retinue of clan spirits" was subordinate to their parents, and in the clan manor, in their laboratory, elderly pensioners "collected and tweaked" experimental "models" of spirits for their own pleasure. Is it logical? Of course, because the house is covered by the invincible while she's in the building, a brownie whose name I still can't remember, either that way or in the manga. The Red Blade cat is the heir's babysitter and toy, and the envelope and the dog are just the entertainment pieces. Unfinished, apparently. And where did the parental retinue go? Maybe he's waiting, hiding somewhere? It is best in the Pacific Ocean, on the warm white sand of a coral atoll, under the shade of palm trees. It's decided, they'll give you a passport, and I'll rush to look for it, along with Himari, just after 16, you can travel abroad on your own... But most likely, the retinue was simply dismissed... or they buried what was left. Which is more likely, but I will sincerely believe in the "disbanded" version — otherwise I will not wash myself in front of the snake until the end of time. It doesn't hurt to search... Oh, yeah. Most likely, if released, then with a "broken" memory. Ha, maybe Mizuchi was there, but she stuck to Yuto in the canon because she already served the clan... Damn, this is such a logical and cynical version, and it doesn't work. I got a good look at the Goddess of Rivers on the cliff, but you can't take off the ferry. Damn, that's how you have to believe in kind and intelligent Yokai...

Okay, wait, there's another piece of the puzzle: Kues-chan's arrival. It means that my grandfather found out in advance that my parents' work was close to success, and began to "wrap up" clan affairs for the heir. That's right, the suppression amulet was then made much in advance of the issue, which is why it is so complex and has so many functions. And then the self-destruct device just has to be there, thank you, grandfather, for making a reminder from childhood absent-mindedness, I did not forget! Otherwise, it would be a shame to be scattered by atomic dust or something else because no one is there for me... Stop, stop, very much so. Grandmother. And I still have that memory, no matter what. Cool, I wonder if I should go for a CT scan? There must be so many stitches from firmware and flashing on my brain that there could be physical traces left. Brr, it's better not to, or maybe there really is!

By the way, the heirs could also be "ferried" to obtain the characteristics of "speed-strength-mind". Or maybe not, maybe it can only be done in adulthood so that the muscles don't mess up? But Rinko's parents made a ferry, and the rest of the residents — and everything is fine. On the other hand, Kuzaki is not superior to an ordinary person, and as far as I could figure out, everything works purely on a rebuilt physiology, without further pumping, like the speed of passage of a nerve impulse... Okay, I digress.

So, my parents go, and I get the amulet. Grandpa twirls the dolls and tells his parents something like "it's going to be mine anyway, muahaha!" Damn, how could I forget such a moment, parents, how could you not let me remember Grandpa's hellish laugh? Because maybe he was laughing "Whoo-hoo-hoo!", but now I'm suffering, I can't reproduce such an important family parameter, I'm using "crooked grins" more and more, it's not good. Damn, I keep getting off topic, I don't even want to think about it. But I have to.

3) My parents bring me here and... mmm, they try to remove the amulet, but it doesn't work? What else? There's no way to find out. The main thing is that, desperate to remove the barrier that prevents them from selectively interfering in my brain, they took and rubbed everything, didn't they? Oh, apparently, Grandpa didn't believe in the possibility of such an animal. I'm not talking about the arctic fox, in this case there is an obvious brain vyhuhol. Mine!

Um, two conclusions follow from this: (a) The amulet affects Ferry, although I won't tell you how. And (b) — my parents had a plan to rebuild my personality. Apparently, they were not satisfied with the little exorcist, who pitted some spirits against others without regret. Or perhaps the clan's knowledge contradicted what I needed to be taught. You won't know now. By the way, the parents did not sit around doing nothing — they managed to spread rumors about the "too strong" amulet. Even Kues knows. One thing is for sure: I was trained for something. Just for the sake of a "peaceful life", they wouldn't arrange a branch of the psi corps here with shadow processor pilots. [and now Yuto remembers the series Babylon 5]. The battlefield is brains. Mine, damn it! Okay, the last step.

4) We assume that a child cannot be incapacitated from the age of 9 — it's just that then part of the best age for learning will be spent on acquiring social skills and will cause a developmental delay. Fuck!!! This is the "canon"! Well done, here's another piece of the puzzle. In fact, to break is not to build. Did it take two hours to fill in the new me? A year and a half? Three? Who knows when my parents took me away. Wait, though. A kiss with Kues. For the life of me, I can't imagine how six-year-olds can kiss like that. Make it seven. Then it is clear why so little was "poured". And so, the parents take and die. And before that, in a generally narrow interval of just a little more than a year, both grandfathers and grandmothers die. So guess. Either they faked death and went, as they say, to "cut out" their parents — and ended up with each other (otherwise the survivors would have taken me anyway). Either there is a third force (or maybe more than one). A banal suicide? And then someone sawed off the middle generation of the family of the head of the Amakawa clan who remained without spirits and without the support of relatives.

You know what I'm going to say? THIS IS A COMPLETE NINE-TAILED POLAR FOXBERSLON!!! With nine trunks! I'm alive, but do you know why? Because I'm nobody at all, and I don't have any clan skills-neither the old ones, hunting, nor the new ones, parenting. Oh, damn it!

Now I am the final, irrevocable, pre-cooked cannon fodder. Tsuchi? Ykoin? On the other hand, maybe I was just left alone because I was useless, and these comrades would pick up the "valuable fur" as a load for Himari. And everything would have worked out for them — see the "canon", but then one very lucky dreamer flew by. And he became the new Amakawa. Well, yes, I have a complete personality matrix. Apparently, the teachers were happy that my socialization progress went so fast and well "from the stress" of my parents' death. And this strange detachment of the first six months of life is understandable — instead of the skills of life in the modern Japanese society of the world, "here" is emptiness. Great, just great!

Harmony has returned to the world! [And now — "Masyanya", a series about renting an apartment] That's what they call "lucky so lucky"!

Damn it! Shizuko-therapy of the brain is good for health! It is prescribed for the sick, the maimed, and victims of loving relatives. And here it is, the main conclusion. I only have to show something, some result of the Ferry, and the hunt will begin on me. Perhaps any Ferry skill? No, the canon is the same: there Yuto successfully applies it instinctively. Most likely, there is one of the "new knowledge" about which something was learned, which was followed by the liquidation of a small, but by no means the weakest clan. All four people who might have been in the know were stabbed. Figuratively speaking, "cut up". However, a ridiculous situation in the spirit of "overdoing it" is possible for some percentage, when the parents themselves messed up something and fell unconscious on the first oncoming car. A madhouse!

But I know what to tell Shizuka. Rinko should be warned to talk... Damn, she doesn't know how to lie, so I'll just tell you that I met a reasonable yokai for the first time in my life, and it occurred to me that I managed to restore some memories in which I realized that my parents had specifically taken me away from the clan so that I wouldn't become an exorcist. The last will. But the sneaky Jinguji, Tsuchi, and others, you can't explain it to them, can you?

In order to defend my vassals (I need to repeat this word more often, in Japan there is a very special attitude towards vassalage, both on the part of the vassal himself and on the part of the suzerain), so in order to defend my Yokai who remain loyal to the clan, I will have to accept full power. Huh, one. Although I didn't give a damn about it. But I will be devoted to the guidance of my parents and will protect the yokai-spirits, except, of course, those who like barbecue from passers-by more than common sense. And I will try to create a society where yokai, humans and magicians can happily coexist. And I'll try. Because the unknown fucking shit is still standing behind my back with an axe raised. What would she find suspicious? Anything. But let him try to get there first.

And yes, this is my revenge. Revenge for the destroyed clan, which I used to consider my own, for the murdered legacy of at least twelve generations of ancestors, like Amakawa, who were "registered" as a clan of Spirit Hunters about 500 years ago. My revenge is not murder. My revenge is to get back what I've lost, to get it back so that it hits all these schemers who are capable of killing this future with their own hands for fear of their ass and the "future", in the sense of being able to sit the most important thing on the mountain. Sorry and opponents, pawn players, combinators and fans of raking in the heat with someone else's hands. I'm sorry to upset you, but now, from the abstract "general" goal of paragraph (H), "World peace," this goal has become my personal one. Has the Amakawa clan been banned from changing the world? The Amakawa clan will ensure that your warm toilets and "ancestral authorities" are rolled out on a log. So that you don't bother me, I still have to save the world, Ugh, damn, change it!

Chapter 91.

I carefully wrote down the last paragraph on Google docs, under the title: "Useful in memoirs or to stamp on a tombstone." And he went to turn off the "mago indicators", changing them to LEDs. And I need to remember, when even I start to get emotional, I need to write it down urgently, preferably on Google, otherwise the house will be demolished or the hard drive will simply die? They're not joking, maybe everything will really work out and I'll have something to talk about, and, most importantly, when to write my memoirs. In the meantime, let's start small: a map, tell Rinko the edited version about the pacifist Amakawa (wow, how Rinko will support me!), take the transition exams and worry about coming up with a new, useful direction for me for the physics club after the summer. Right now, two thirds of the cast are working on "helping Hiroe and Midori," and their program cycle should be over by the beginning of the holidays. And I need to eat, or something, and really get a good night's sleep. Stress — it still won't go away by itself, even if it was provided to me by the most kawaii loli of the city and the surrounding area.

Chapter 92.

"Hi, Hiroe!"

"Hello, Yuto-kun," the girl did not look up from the adobe maker, and I did not distract her with questions about the weather.

"I have a request for you." Help me choose a mentor in meditation techniques.

"Er-er-er?! Did I hear right?! Meditation techniques?"

"Everything is right."

Hiroe made a ridiculously funny face — wrinkled her forehead, opened her eyes (yes, you can do that too, it turns out) and hung for about twenty seconds.

"Yeah, I'm kind of at a logical dead end. Your request is exactly what you want to know, but I can't reliably guess why you need it. No, no, don't tell me, it won't be interesting." She grinned. "I won't risk choosing myself, I don't really understand. I'll ask my mother."

And so, I'm in front of the doors. Sensei, contrary to all my ideas, settled not in the quiet of the private sector, but in a business city, renting half of a small hangar at one of the business centers. I'm calling. The magnetic lock clicks, I go inside. It's funny! Such a European setting, mats, armchairs, chairs, even stools, but flags painted with hieroglyphs hang from the ceiling: concentration, calmness, attitude, and something else.

"Good afternoon, young man! I'm glad to see you at my school. Have a seat, before we start getting to know each other and I make a first impression about you, tell me why you came? Why do you need meditation?"

"My family had skills passed down from generation to generation, and I need her to restore them. First step: first I need to feel what I can do. Let go of feelings and emotions and feel."

Sensei, an ordinary guy in his thirties, but not under forty, listened intently to my tirade, although before that he looked at me with a smile, something like "wow, what a charm, so small, and already came to study on his own." He looked at me and bowed slightly:

"Please excuse me, I mistook you for one of those who came here hoping to gain, if not superpowers, then to learn how to pull off miracles like manga characters. Well, let's not postpone the lesson."

Now, having adjusted the days of classes to Rinko's schedule, I went to classes twice a week in the evenings, each time amazed at how the teacher still affects the understanding of the subject. When choosing, I would have fallen for oriental tinsel and, according to anime tradition, I would have spent five years on the "first step" (and then I would suddenly have to face danger and abruptly turn around, skipping the rest of the course as unnecessary!).

Here, I was taught specific things: focusing attention, schemes for quickly "entering" a state depending on the degree of fatigue or, conversely, arousal (and no "here's one difficult way for you to cope with impossible hothouse conditions, use it in any situation"), meditation on different moods (road, questions, cognition contemplation, comprehension of the whole), ways to control the duration of the "immersion" time, and even platitudes like "how to meditate on the bus" or "how not to fall asleep while meditating lying down."

As the teacher told me ironically, "combat meditation" was also necessary, it was a favorite way to spend money for 95% of boys and half of adults. The irony was that combat meditation was not an independent technique, but was simply a superposition of derived techniques of a peaceful orientation, such as how "contemplation of the whole" can be used to find weaknesses in an opponent's defense, and the "road" allows not only to escape in time, but can also be used to strike, bypassing protection. By the end of the second week of training, the teacher had abandoned his initial formality when addressing, and we communicated quite amicably, despite the age difference. As sensei explained to me, "seeing" a person for who they are by "breaking through" social markers is another opportunity to "contemplate the whole."

I studied, of course, for money. I didn't have to cut the ration, because my current account, it turns out, provided for tuition fees, and they were not part of the boarding school. Convenient!

The funny thing is that even mastering primary self-control has increased my work efficiency by fifty percent. Strong vivid emotions and feelings now didn't throw me away so much while working on something. For example, one evening, I suddenly managed to "finish" the mobile version of the map for observing high-energy objects, that is, magicians and ayakashi, if they get within the boundaries of the perimeter. My first successful "working" meditation was when, having once again run into a code implementation that I did not understand, I worked out the "road" situation at full speed, with a retreat into contemplation. Hurray!

To completely close the topic of meditation, I will say that a couple of times I came to classes where the teacher was chasing a crowd of assorted men and boys, teaching "combat meditation" from scratch. Well, I turned out to be completely right: a clear victory of anime cliches over reason. Interestingly, all sides were pleased: the teacher — with good money, for which it was worth walking around the hall in a kimono with a yin-yang symbol on his back, looking sternly from under his furrowed brows and making comments mixed with mysterious "like philosophical" meaninglessness, and the students who, looking at this theater, They felt like they were being turned around and covered in glory right in front of their eyes. In advance.

Some, however, actually learned what they came for. For me, the only disadvantage of attending classes was the need to cut off my mobile phone every time. Gradually, I was able to identify and close the most pressing problems in the planned actions. Following the remote control of the card readings, the mobile client that Rinko and I are currently beta-testing on mobile phones, I made the first protective amulet in my life. It was a simple version of the barrier, the same as in the walls of my house and the house in Noihara, or rather, even just a single seal embedded with a magic storage device in Kuzaki's hairpin. Theoretically, this thing was supposed to more or less effectively block not very skillful attempts to take control of the girl's mind with the help of magic. To be honest, I haven't been eager to find out what this will look like in practice yet. The next logical step was the "combined" processing of clothing, when mano-absorbing elements along with accumulators were applied to the intuitively applied base by ferry using "eye technique", that is, seeing what you were doing, right on top of the disorderly reinforcing lines. Why is it intuitive? Because in this form, for some reason, the fabric not only did not pass through the blade of the knife (and, as I believed, the bullet), but also in some way incomprehensible to me began to distribute the force of the blow more or less effectively over the entire surface. So, as soon as I was convinced of the advantages of the new process of applying protection, despite the tedium of the process, I insisted that the girl pull out her entire wardrobe for me to process, for which, for the first time in my life, I received an incredulous, appraising look from Rinko. However, trust in me won out, and Kuzaki dumped out in front of me not only the outerwear I had in mind, but also underwear. That was strong! Both of us walked for two hours in a slightly awkward mood, blushing every time we looked at each other, but my neighbor got two dozen pairs of inseparable armored personnel carriers with the function of absorbing magic, and I repeated the process of creating legendary attributes of any Amazon in practice. Meanwhile, the school academic year was coming to its logical end, the month of May was replaced by June, and the usual lessons were exams, midterms, and other chores. Hiroe and Midori's project was also successfully filmed, there was a mountain of layout and linking, and voice acting in some places, but the journalism club had to handle this on its own.

Having gathered, with the help of the president, the staff of the physics club, I suggested that next year, since we were so good at working with electric motors and studied avionics, we study the transition state of polymers during layering in an automated way. That is, to assemble your own 3D printer, the benefit for this is that the experience of assembling enclosures and drives with small tolerances has been found. Unanimously, as I expected. I'm kind of a wrong hitman, all the heroes of fanfiction anticipate the plot with afterglow and correct the characters' jambs, but I've redrawn the drawings of the Chinese RepRap from memory, which haven't even been posted here (not to the millimeter drawings, just the basic structural diagram of the device) to the public. As always, the people happily sorted out the printouts, promising to get acquainted and have time before the holidays to outline a list of necessary purchases for the school to work on the device, which the president of the club, while he had not yet transferred to secondary school, had to submit to the director and push through. I feel like I won't be able to get away from my command position next year. Hemorrhoids!

Anyway, on my eleventh birthday, I woke up without any misgivings, went to class, passed the social studies test, and went to meditation techniques classes with a calm heart. Which proves once again that I have some kind of dubious luck, because if I had known in advance what would happen during my absence from home, I would never have gone to class. And then it wouldn't have happened.