Аннотация: Packing in the morning. Fight and help Shizuki's group.
chapter 107.
It's a stupid situation: my kitchen, and I've cooked in it at most five times. Well, not counting slicing sandwiches. And in the last two weeks, Rinko and I have already gotten so used to the fact that awesome delicious food is already waiting for us in the morning... but the snake is sleeping today. Which finally made me think that there was a reason she went to bed later than me, and a lot of work was usually done in the morning. Yes, my "kindness" and "responsiveness" are just off the charts... How did I overlook under my own nose that Shizuka just couldn't sleep properly? And after all, if it weren't for her sharp reaction, it's still unknown how many would not have noticed. No, you can say that I'm not a psychologist... but such an epic fail! But there were hints in the manga... But what about now?
Fridge. And what do we have in stock? BEETROOT! I can't stand it, who bought it?! Is it really Rinko? So she knows about my tender feelings for this vegetable. Although... Wait a minute. Damn it! I bought it myself, a month ago. It's a great illustration of how one bad idea completely overwhelms common sense.
I regularly read Russian samizdat - and so that I don't forget the language, and in general it turned out that I just missed a lot of authors. It is especially rzhachen to read popadanstvo in anime Japan, there are few of them yet, but given my situation, it would be a sin not to help with advice! But I digress. The authors of works on this topic have compiled a whole list of what a "faithful" person should do: and if the Kalashnikov assault rifle is recommended exclusively for those who got into the Second World War, then Vysotsky's rehash is mandatory for everyone, including those who got into fantasy. It would seem that so what? Karaoke clubs are very popular, Vysotsky is definitely among the recordings, as a last resort, you can bring your own mp3s... But I'm even worse at singing than dancing. The intermediate cartridge has already been invented, but somehow they didn't write about the T-72, which needs to be redone to create the "dream tank"... and I got the idea to make the only Russian that was relatively safe for others from the entire set of "ru-cranberries" (I soberly assessed the quality of my singing and attributed my possible playing on the balalaika to the elements of mass destruction). So, yes, yes! I was going to "craft" IT! BORSCH!!!
Putting Cyrillic letters on a Japanese phone is one of a series of tonsillectomies through the ass, and therefore I found "Russian beetroot soup with meat broth" on Google without much fuss, and, periodically checking the text and pictures, I started. Yes, yes, I know, soup for breakfast is kind of weird.
But for some reason, when Shizuka makes miso soup for breakfast, everyone eats in silence. That means I can, too. And the beetroot skin began to wrinkle suspiciously... I like beets that are frozen in the refrigerator even less than fresh ones. It took me two hours to pre-process the ingredients and cook the broth, and a loaf of bread and ham were unlucky enough to become my snack. Cami! For the way I eat - healthy, delicious, varied food - Rinko and Shizuka should have monuments! So, where's my big pot? We start the basic reaction, so to speak...
"What are you doing?" Rinko asked me suspiciously from the entrance. "Is something wrong with Shizuka? Should I wait?"
"Shizuka is asleep," I reassured my friend, "So, I wanted to try my hand, but I woke up early. We have a trip planned today to visit Shizuka's "relatives", I wouldn't have time to do scientific work anyway."
"Hm-m," Rinko lifted the lid and sniffed. "Beetroot?! Yuuto, are you sure you're okay? Did this snake infect you with anything? Is there no fever?"
"Rinko! It's all right! I'm just trying my hand!"
"I hope you're not brewing poison."
"Wow, the poison! How lucky I am!"
So, and here's another fan of eating for free.
"Good morning, Hiroe-chan."
"Hello everyone Oh, do you cook your OWN food, Yuto-kun? Or is it really poison? And where is our favorite chef?!"
"Shizuka is sleeping, sleeping!"
"You know, it smells kind of edible, but it's kind of suspicious." Rinko supported me with a somewhat dubious statement.
"Yuto, have you ever made this kind of soup before?"
"No," I said through clenched teeth, "Mom cooked. I decided to repeat it."
"Mom?" Hiroe picked up the open phone and read the name of the recipe. "Russian soup?! I didn't know your mom wasn't Japanese, you don't look like a Gaijin, and you have completely traditional facial features."
Damn it! So I got burned out of the blue. Fortunately, Rinko mistook the furrowed brows for a burst of grief for her dead parents and tugged Kaname's sleeve.
"Half of it," I said, carefully keeping in mind that if my mother is Russian "there" and Japanese here, I have the right to say so. "And I don't know anything about her relatives." But this is the absolute truth.
We were silent for a while, then I turned off the boiling soup and pulled out the plates. Hmm, it kind of smells like borscht. And the ladle is also red and orange, just like Mom's. And the smell...
"Are you going to eat?"
"Uh, come on." this is Rinko.
"Let's treat it as a test of will."
"That's enough already!" I got angry, blowing gently on the spoon. Am-M. By the way, it's fine.
"Good morning, you know... lee..." The snake yawned contagiously from the top of the stairs. But then the distracted look was replaced by a professionally interested one:
"A new dish, you know?"
"Yeah, Yuto's mom made this soup."
"I believe it... That's whether our young head was able to do everything right. Family recipes can be complicated... You know!"
Oops! Who is this "our young head"?! And Hiroe noticed - she widened her eyes and looked incredulous. What about me? Actually, I didn't do anything "like that".
Meanwhile, the snake came down and looked into my plate. And without bending down, go away! She tasted the contents with her tongue. We were so upset. Even though I knew about this option in advance, from the manga.
"Hmm, actually, you can eat, you know."
I sighed, and gave the "tasted" plate to the Goddess of Rivers.
"So, the three of us are going: me, Rinko and Shizuka. Hiroe, your job is to keep in touch. I'll turn on the speakerphone during the negotiations. If you hear something interesting, type and send an SMS. I'm counting on you. As we agreed, we move to the "meeting place" at the ravine, and Shizuka goes to organize negotiations. Thanks to Rinko's "blessing," we should at least be listened to. Besides, Rinko speaks on behalf of the people of the city. I am on behalf of the Amakawa clan, and Shizuka is the guarantor that we do not lie about our goals.
"Br-r!" Rinko shivered as if from a cold draft. "Somehow, everything suddenly turned around! I'm as worried as before an exam!"
"This is our first exam, Rinko. Unfortunately, preparation will not solve anything here, on the contrary, our task is to gain as much time as possible. And the sooner Mizuchi's "colleagues" have their say, the sooner our next step will become clear.
The dealer! Once again, everything is at zero!
chapter 108
The plague! I'm quoting Jack Sparrow. Wasn't that what he said when he boarded a British warship in his underwear? I feel that way. Yes, the Corpse Eater really wanted a truce with the Hunters and peace, but the suggestion I'm making doesn't sound like it. "Guys, you will claim your territory in front of other, possibly stronger and more numerous yokai, and I will save you from other Exorcist clans. Maybe."
No, of course the situation has some chance of a positive outcome. It's not just positive - for all participants of the adventure, it's like a transition to a new level. I definitely need it. Shizuka definitely needs it. It will be beneficial to the Death Eater... unless, of course, he really shares the views he preaches. I definitely need it. Shizuka definitely needs it. It will be beneficial to the Death Eater... unless, of course, he really shares the views he preaches. Because I don't remember anything like that in the manga. But I do remember that there is an "amazing" democracy and equality in the ranks of the Yokai: no one holds anyone back and all that. And it's good if they just send it to a fun address, but if they eat it? Perhaps Mizuchi will try to protect me, but the snake is not a terminator, and killing her comrades is not only for the man she has known for a little less than a month, but also for the future head of Amakawa, the killer of spirits... I wouldn't bet my last money on it. "My dream has become yours." It's worth a lot, of course, but for now, words are just words. It's good that Rinko is almost safe: to break up a parliamentarian with a "blessing" is to be very "unconscionable," especially since Rinko came to ask for herself, or rather, "for her own people." Quite in the spirit of tradition. No, of course, they will refuse her if they disagree, but they will politely and even escort her to the bus stop. I don't really count on Hiroe's special help: all the pros and cons are clearly visible. Her task is to evaluate, if possible, the interlocutors, the structure of the "gang" and draw far-reaching conclusions. It would be possible to send one Mizuchi... but this is either an immediate failure, or at least a receipt for his own incapacity.
Yes, I'm 11 years old. But if this is critical among people, then among the Yokai they are used to not looking at their appearance. I definitely won't hit them with force, but Amakawa has a reputation... It's quite strong and ambiguous. Okay, stop chasing the same thoughts around in circles.
We hardly take any weapons. Using the already proven technology, I made two more "magic wands" - remote laser-triggered stunners (wooden base + laser pointer head) with autonomous power supply. And he poured his mana into them: a quarter of the reserve. The zipper should be good... once. Rather, it was a weapon of complacency, perhaps to demonstrate the "artifact" properties of my power, because in magic vision stunners are completely empty. He took the old artifact for himself, and set aside two new ones for Rinko and Mizuchi.
The clothes on Rinko and me are reinforced, Shizuka will have one of her protective kits. Kuzaki, however, had to be sent to change clothes - for some reason she decided that walking in the foothills was possible in short shorts and sandals. Okay, I'm not wearing stiletto heels, s-swordswoman.
So, did you forget anything? The hamsters are fed, I checked my clothes, and the artifacts look exactly the same...
"We're ready, you know!" She looked into Shizuka's basement, and I had to turn away quickly before she could catch my expression. Arctic fox, it's a fucking arctic fox.
"I'll be out in a minute, wait in the hall!" We wait. The snake closed the hatch, and I exhaled. And now a completely complete Arctic fox! I got so used to it that I completely forgot about her, about my cute little feature. The Ferry of Light is not magic. The source of the light lines, this fucking web, is always in me, or rather, it is me. And in one comely spirit that I so carelessly tucked into my bed for the night, I clearly saw several dozen light lines of the "spontaneous" Ferry. And they didn't even think about disappearing. Moreover, as far as I understood the interweaving of the "pattern", some of them should have affected the work of the central nervous system. An arctic fox, just an arctic fox...
Chapter 109.
Everyone likes to quote the unforgettable Deidara - like, art is an explosion. I'm starting to share this point of view. Judge for yourself - this whole story with Shizuka, the Yokai gang and the ruined summer holidays began with the most banal procedure for destroying "ammunition". And it would be fine if it was caused by some kind of fighting or an accident. But no, it's his own fault. At first I did, then I thought "why". The result is, so to speak, on the face.
Shizuka. At least she behaves normally, she doesn't run out of water, I didn't notice much difference in behavior "before" and "after". There is catastrophically little data for analysis.: I can more or less say what influences what, but I still can't figure out how. True, no one canceled the "black box" method, but I didn't watch Shizuka that much and in rather monotonous situations: we worked together on "amulet" muscle strengthening, then I helped the snake deal with one or another section of knowledge of human civilization, like computer games or the principles of setting time zones for different regions. We walked together a few times. We talked about serious topics several times. We ate together. All. And now there's just a great opportunity to look at Mizuchi "in his natural habitat" and I don't even know what to compare it with...
By the way, why did I decide that the Ferry had any critical effect at all? Perhaps the changes will manifest themselves for the better or not at all. I will consider the latter option: it is at least pointless to introduce a new unknown factor into calculations that already consist of more than two-thirds of assumptions alone. And so Shizuka has already looked at me a couple of times in disbelief - why am I staring at her so often?
And at all. I need to try to calm down: I have a pretty good chance of successful negotiations. Yeah, fifty percent, like in the joke about the dinosaur in New York: either you meet it or you don't. There are no other options for negotiations at all...
...Naturally, I was mistaken.
We calmly got off the bus at a familiar stop, even the driver seemed to me the same as the last time, although you wouldn't understand because of the sun glasses. We waited until the transport disappeared around the bend. They crossed the road. Let's go to the river...
"Fuck!" For the first time in my memory, Shizuka swore. She managed to partially remove her disguise: hairpins from her head, glasses and a locket, and slightly released her aura to clarify if any of her own were nearby. Clarified it.
"There's a fight going on," Mizuchi said almost calmly. "Yokay vs. yokay. Ours against several enemies. Wait here..."
Damn it! My heart jumped in my chest in fright, and emotions, as always with very close danger, faded into the background. Meditation, the very "combat" meditation. Sensei also called her "involuntary..."
"We're coming with you," I quickly interrupted. "Make me an ice spear with a four-sided tip. The length is two meters. And for Rinko, it's an ice-cold straight sword with a sharp edge."
Ferry. I've already tested the accelerating-on-mans Ferry. Only on animals, but...
"They'll just kill you there."
And if we don't step in, they'll kill our hope. If anyone survives, they obviously won't negotiate.
"If you accelerate your muscles with magic, they won't kill you."
The time for "clinical trials" of his meager skills has come.
"You don't..." Kuzaki looked at me in surprise and a little scared. "... tested on people..."
I'll take my chances. If the Hawk-Nosed and Death Eater didn't deal with the enemies quickly, then Mizuchi's help won't be critical. But we have mago-invisibility and a chance to suddenly hit the enemy's flank. Mizuchi, the weapon!
"I'm already doing it, you know." the face of the Goddess of Rivers, which had been so deadly serious, became just intensely focused, a slight smile appeared on her lips. And the expression in his eyes changed. "Thanks for your help, Amakawa."
Next to Shizuka, the water rushing from the figure quickly began to take on the appearance of an ordered weapon, but I didn't look anymore. When I got to Rinko, I knelt down and ran my fingers over her ankles, thighs, across her buttocks and back to her neck and head, and down her arms to her fingers. Kuzaki must have been slightly stupefied by the speed of events, and she did not react in any way, except for a dumbfounded look, to such a blatant groping. After, everything after. We have to make it. Now the head. It's simple, it's a "magically accelerated" perception, and besides, Yuto swore, Kuzaki, if I mess up with you now, I won't forgive myself. That's it!
"Is it okay?" I asked, taking my hands off the swordswoman's temples.
"I don't feel anything like that..."
"He'll be right there."
I put my hand on the middle of the girl's stomach and formed a storage device in one motion. I started to fill it up, but Shizuka pushed me away:
"It's me, you take care of the weapons."
Logically. I picked up the sword, meditation, and ran my palm along it. Strengthening. I've read about rearranged ice, such as can be found on the moons of Jupiter or in space. It is closer to steel in properties, but its crystal lattice is more ordered.
Now the spear. Made by.
Mizuchi took her hands off the girl's stomach, and Rinko waved her hand with surprise on her face. Whistling, the limb "smeared" in the air into a semicircle. It's good that the clothes are enchanted for decontamination, the glowing areas of Kuzaki's body are almost invisible from the front.
"I'm on my own now. How to do it?"
It's kind of silly to touch yourself... And it's true. The necessary lines formed in an instant inside my body from the "rays of the star" of the Ferry source. So, and the head. Oh-h! How suddenly all the movements of foliage and grass became clearly visible. And how will I turn off this state? Fuck it, I'll think about it if I survive.
"How do we distinguish the opponents?" I asked the first smart question that finally came to my mind.
Mizuchi tensed up, looking "inside herself" and gave out:
"Two baboons, a stingray, a spider and a praying mantis. The spider is the strongest. There are only seven of us left..."
"Put on your protection and let's run."
And they ran. Three small figures: two female and one male. One with a spear, one with a straight bokken-like sword. Alone with empty hands. After the Ferry was rebuilt, the weapon stopped sticking to the skin and desperately freezing fingers and palms. I hope Rinko doesn't slip the handle in his hands. I hope that with the first blow we will kill three at once. We have the advantage in speed and full-fledged camouflage - the barrels flash by, the legs almost never get tired - we have. The Shizuka ahead is gradually making a loop from the direction of the mountains to the direction along the slopes. I hope Kuzaki and I have enough inertia and brains to hit opponents even in human form, although it is unlikely that there is at least one "in disguise". I hope the sight of monsters doesn't put me or my friend in a stupor. I hope we get to know everyone correctly and don't kill any of our allies by mistake. But it doesn't make sense. After the fight, we will count. Suddenly, a blue glow shot up like a flame in the empty forest - they reached the sensory distance for glasses. How's it going? Everything is at zero. FIGHT!
Chapter 110.
A hollow, almost without trees. And the ones that were ground to pieces, broken. Shuddering, blood-soaked carcasses and monster small carcasses. And above them is the battle of the "titans" of this battlefield. Side view. And here comes the enemy. A baboon actually looks like a cross between an eyeless gorilla and a python. Time seems to stretch even more. I see a carcass slowly approaching, I shuffle my feet, I see that we haven't even been noticed. The spear is tipped somewhere in the center of the furry part of the body. Hit. With noticeable resistance, the spear enters the carcass, I slow down, holding the handle at the opposite end. What's this? Slowly rising blood from the other side? There are no sounds. I brace myself with both hands, extinguishing the inertia of the body. The familiar, unfamiliar feeling of a nonexistent ball in my hands. The whole thing that can be done better. Or - split, crumble in the palms of my hands. The ferry!
The creature's tail convulsively moves towards me, wanting to slap me to the side next to the wound, jump straight at him and up. Unaccustomed, I push off harder and realize that I will rise five meters. A ramp floats through the thick air to his left, his glasses darkening as he releases a zipper from under his mouth plates. Hopefully not at the Rinko. I take the stunner out of my pocket. I'm checking it out. I hold down the button. The flash! A ramp with a burnt "wing"-fin begins to roll on its side. I twist in the air, my trajectory begins to tilt towards the ground. And there's a spider about four meters in its belly, with a red cross pattern, grappling with a hefty toothy beast, I can't find an analogue. With my hands and feet, I push against the spider's abdomen, my inertia throws it at the opponent. Again, the feeling is that the whole here is more perfect, rounded... The ferry!.. and there were fragments. With a convulsive movement of his body, the spider throws me almost parallel to the ground, and I crash into a pile of torn, chopped monstrous bodies. The air is knocked out, but the clothes restrain and distribute the impact. About two meters to the left, it crashes into the ground, raising dust... Spit? a piece?.. cobwebs, I feel a concussion from the impact. I push off, sliding in the blood-and as soon as I don't smash my head, I straighten up in one motion to see Kuzaki cutting through the mantis's cephalothorax with a white, black, and red sword, and out of the corner of my eye I see a deceptively slow black ramp falling and crashing into the ground. Shizuka shows up on the back of a slashed baboon, bigger than mine, which doesn't twitch. All?
Suddenly, clarity disappears, and sounds "catch up" with my head: squelching, growling, and whining... the soft rustle of the wind in the trees. A dead spider is thrown onto a slope by a man in his mid-twenties in a dazzling white shirt and tie. Shizuka falls to his knees in front of a pile of corpses and almost corpses of smaller yokai, blood is flowing, and in some places a familiar black smoke is smoking. Mizuchi's hands are covered in blood up to the elbows, his face is wet, his dress is split on the side and slightly charred - that's who the scat hit. Water falls from her hands in streams, covering the nearest mutilated yokai, covering it with a film, penetrating into the wounds. Judging by the contorted soundless scream (or am I not hearing it?) I don't think there's much hope of saving anyone from this pile of semi-finished meat products. My head is "leading" me more and more - apparently, I still applied it on impact. At the edge of my field of vision, I see another man with a funny crooked nose bowing to Kuzaki's waist, leaning on a sword. I've finally reached it, and I'm kneeling next to the Goddess of Rivers. It's funny! I know what you're missing. It's simple: water is an excellent mediator, it's understandable. But water doesn't take energy well. You can be a water spirit twenty times, but you can't feed it with your power even more. It's funny! But I can help you, since these pieces of meat have upset you so much.
"Cover everyone with water." Such a hoarse voice, wow, I didn't recognize myself. "All "ours", I specify."
The water is coming in, and I'm in a puddle again, now almost to the middle of my thigh. The hands sink into the water. It's so cool! For the first time, I see how the lines "feel like" filling the volume of water. Some bodies shudder in the depths, others don't care, they slowly spread out like black clouds in the water, as in the sky. Anyway.
That's the problem, I can't reach it. But you should. What's in the way? Is it bothering you? Well, let him get in the way. My field of vision narrows and floats away to the left, but I can still see how my hands begin to glow with a warm yellow light, and the slightly rolled-up sleeves of my shirt begin to literally fall apart right on top of me. It's funny! Darkness.