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Volume 1 Part 1
Chapter 1: Gruene RoseThe Petalblaze Witch
Ayato caught it almost by reflex as it fluttered down from the sky.
Appearing to shine brilliantly in the first rays of the early summer sun, looking for an instant so much like a snow-white feather––what he grasped in his hand was nothing quite so spectacular; it was just a handkerchief.
Judging from the embroidery of the lovely, yet clumsy flower pattern, it was likely not a manufactured item, but handmade. It seemed a little worn, and closer inspection revealed the vestiges of past repairs.
The deep sentiment its owner held for that handkerchief was clearly conveyed. It was inconceivable that it had been intentionally discarded.
"...Was it stolen by the wind?" If that was the case, then where on earth did it come from...? Looking around as he thought that, Ayato smiled wryly.
After all, Ayato had only just now arrived at this city––and also only just arrived at Seidoukan Academy. Having arrived a little earlier than expected, he'd gone for a stroll around the school grounds to kill time until his appointment, but the site was so large that he had no sense of his current location. Even if he'd followed the footpath, and thus wasn't lost per se, there was still no way for a newcomer to find the handkerchief's owner.
"It can't be helped; I'll turn it in at the office later."
Anyway, since he would meet with the Student Council President after this, he could hand it over then. Thinking that, Ayato carefully folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket.
The current time would still be regarded as the early morning, and birdsong echoed through the boardwalk surrounded by bright green trees.
Looking at the scenery, so abundantly favored with nature's grace, it was hard to imagine this was an artificial island. Nonetheless, this was one section of the War-Academy City Asterisk, well-known throughout the world. It went without saying that no expense had been spared when it came to grounds keeping.
However, Ayato was brought to his senses after hearing a faintly panicked voice from the other side of such trees.
Clear as a bell, and lovely enough not to lose out to the small birds' singing, and yet a voice which revealed a strong will.
"Ahhh! Of all the things that could happen, why at a time like this...!"
But, listening carefully, the content of what he overheard could hardly be referred to as lovely.
Turning in the direction of the voice, he looked up at a room with a large, open window. Standing in a location set a little away from the footpath was a building of neat and classic structure.
"Anyway, I'd better go after it before it flies far away...!" The voice, which floated over from the other side of the fluttering curtain, was filled with urgency.
"... I see." Ayato turned his gaze to his pocket before looking up once again at the room.
Originally, Ayato was not that perceptive a person.
Nonetheless, if it was, after all, a situation as easy to understand as this, then it was another matter.
"The fourth floor, huh... Well, since there are also footholds, I think there shouldn't be a problem."
Though there was an iron fence about two meters high between the walkway and the building, Ayato jumped over it lightly, without needing a running start. Taking hold of a nearby tree branch, he casually climbed up.
For Ayato, a member of the Genestella
"Hup...!"
The target room was located further above the trees, but Ayato jumped from a handy branch to the window frame in one go. Arching his body like a cat, he landed almost soundlessly.
"Errr, sorry to just pop in like this. By chance a little while ago, this handkerchief..."
Ayato had chosen the quickest way. Since the voice's owner seemed to have been quite in the hurry, he'd thought that handing it over the sooner the better was best after all.
It was a simple, pure intent. Assuredly.
Nevertheless, his good intentions had resulted in problems –– and big ones at that –– of which there were two.
One was that the building was the High School Girls Dormitory of Seidoukan Academy.
And another was that the owner of the room was just in the middle of getting dressed.
"Eh...?"
"Huh...?"
The girl, who was slipping her foot into a skirt, and Ayato stared at one another's faces with altogether dumbfounded expressions.
The girl's age seemed around the same as Ayato's, 16 or 17 years old.
With pale green eyes like young leaves. With the bridge of the nose straight (high straight along the nose), and skin as white as fresh snow.
The color of the long hair which flowed down to her waist was not so deep as to be called scarlet, though also too bright red to call pink. If you had to pick a color... it would be rose.
Her face was also stunningly beautiful. Though it was his first time meeting her, Ayato was captivated.
Besides, the girl was now half-naked.
The uniform buttons were undone on her upper body, and even her underwear was exposed. Since her body was bent, her bosom was also completely visible.
The swelling of her bosom was modest, but the curves of her body were distinctly feminine, and her waist was slim.
Her healthy and flexible legs were nimbly stretching on her toes, and drawing his gaze, shining between her thighs, was lovely, pure white underwear.
This sort of clumsy, half-naked appearance was definitely more sensational than full-on nudity.
The two people, for a while, did not move, as if frozen solid. Since the girl was in a situation where she had one leg raised, one could say that she had an amazing sense of balance.
It was as if time had stopped, but of course, things could not simply continue in this manner.
It was Ayato who came to his senses first.
"So-Sorry! No, errr, I never meant to peep!" Although he somehow tried to explain himself, his words fumbled as they came out.
He tried to cover his eyes with both his hands for the time being, but he could perfectly see her charming appearance from the gap between his fingers.
"Wh-wh-wh...!"
The girl, on the other hand, had finally grasped the situation. Her face dyed bright red, she flapped her mouth open and closed.
Was it out of shame, or anger, or both?
Ayato resigned himself for the scream that was inevitably coming.
As the girl deeply inhaled while hurriedly covering her body, with tears in the edge of her eyes, she fiercely glared at Ayato.
"––Tu-turn the other way!" She said in a low voice with barely repressed emotions.
"Eh?"
"It's fine, just turn around already!"
At that peremptory tone, he obeyed in a hurry.
The light sound of clothes rustling came from behind him. In addition to that, there was also a somehow strangely nice smell.
Ayato was unable to settle down.
Furthermore, he was still situated on the window frame. A moment of carelessness would be all it would take to plunge down below. Almost losing his balance to occasional bursts of wind, he waited for several minutes.
"Phew... O-okay, it's fine."
Finally hearing her voice, Ayato turned his head back and saw a splendidly beautiful girl.
That figure, which was wearing an impeccable uniform, was filled with grace and elegance, to the point that her earlier appearance seemed to be a lie. Though her moody expression and her severe gaze clearly conveyed her bad mood, it still looked somehow lovely.
As Ayato was unintentionally admiring her, the girl cut straight to the point.
"So, the handkerchief?"
"...Yes?"
"Didn't you mention it earlier? Something about a handkerchief."
"Ah, oh yeah! well, it's this..." Ayato took the handkerchief from earlier out of his pocket, and presented it toward the girl. "The wind carried it to me earlier and I picked it up. Here, could this be yours?"
"..."
The girl opened her eyes wide for an instant, and soon after breathed deeply as she felt relieved.
"Thank God..."
And after she received the handkerchief from Ayato, she gently held it to her chest. "...Sorry. It's something very... very precious to me."
"No, I just happened to come across it, totally by accident..."
"Even so, you saved me. I'm really grateful." The girl bowed deeply and politely to Ayato, who scratched his head while being embarrassed.
––But.
"Now then, do you think that it's all settled?" With her head still lowered, the girl muttered so.
Her voice was different from that of until now, filled with emotions that could explode at any moment.
"Eh...?"
The face of the girl, who slowly raised her head, was wearing a smile.
But her eyes did not laugh at all.
The edge of her lips which drew an arc with a smile was convulsively twitching.
"Then –– go to hell!"
The next moment, the whole atmosphere of the room changed.
The PranaStar-Power of the girl increased explosively, and the atmosphere rumbled. A chemical element was converted by the Mana, which given direction, awakened the phenomenon.
(This presence, don't tell me she is...!)
"Come into bloom – AmaryllisSix-Petal Burst Firebloom!"
At that moment, a huge fireball appeared before the girl, and was aimed at Ayato.
"A Strega
Suddenly jumping from the window, he adjusted his posture in the air and landed.
A roaring sound echoed almost at the same time. Looking up, a huge firebloom (flame flower) opened its bud in the air. It was a large flower of exploding flame, with overlapping blazing petals.
The air vibrated as the gust of heat rushed past. It showed just how the explosion possessed a tremendous power.
"...No, no, no."
As Ayato was taken aback... Inside the window, where some sparks still poured down, the girl appeared and let her body lightly leap from the opened window. Like Ayato, she gracefully dropped to the ground without any problem from the height of the fourth floor.
The girl was a Genestella
Including Seidoukan Academy, almost all of the Students of the six Academies present in Asterisk City were Genestella
According to a theory, even among the Genestella
Ayato himself had so far actually come in contact with only one Strega
"Oho... to be able to dodge that, you are pretty good." The girl's anger spread in her voice, even though she offered some admiration.
"Fine then, if that's the case, I will take you a little more seriously."
Sensing the girl's PranaStar-Power rising again... Ayato hastily raised both his hands, in an attempt to control the already tense situation.
"Woah, woah, just wait a minute!"
"What? If you would have just stayed still, I could have just cooked you to well done and let you off."
"Are you really overflowing with desire to roast me alive?"
Without even feeling the slightest hesitation.
"Or rather, I want to know why you're going for my life..."
"Since you peeped on a maiden changing clothes, it would be only natural to compensate with your life."
The girl calmly declared such a dangerous thing.
"If that's the case, then what was the thanks you gave me earlier...?"
"I'm of course thankful to you for returning the handkerchief. But... this and that are different issues."
"...Couldn't you be a little flexible about this?"
"Unfortunately... I hate the word 'flexible'." While smiling, she drastically discarded this option.
There seemed no way to get along.
"In the first place... There was no need to return it by coming through the window, right? Besides, it's not unreasonable to beat up a pervert who sneaks into the girl's dormitory."
"...Eh? Girl's dormitory?"
Ayato, with a stunned look, slowly compared the girl and building.
Sweat quickly appeared and flowed from Ayato's temple.
"Don't tell me... you didn't know?"
"Not knowing or whatever, I'm a stranger who planned to transfer into this Academy today, and besides, I just recently arrived here. I swear it's not a lie."
As Ayato said so, he showed his brand-new uniform.
Since he had not yet gotten used to wearing the brand-new uniform, both the jacket and the pants were still firm and crispy.
The girl stared at Ayato with doubtful eyes for a while, but she soon emitted a deep sigh.
"OK. I'll believe you."
However, at those words, the moment Ayato was about to heave a sigh of relief...
The girl again, said with a smile. "But, after all, this and that are different issues."
Around the smiling girl, fireballs yet again appeared. Though smaller in size compared to that of earlier, this time there were nine in total.
"Come into bloom –– Dancing Nine-Tower-Flower!"[1]
"Uwah!"
Nine fireballs in the form of a lovely primrose, each with a different orbit, attacked Ayato.
As Ayato twisted his body and dodged them, the fireballs that had already hit the ground burst and disappeared along with the dull sound of an explosion.
The concrete pavement, set in the style of cobblestones, now had holes completely gouged out of it. Though it might be preferable to the earlier explosion, this power was also enough to let a chill run down one's spine.
Regarding the body tissues of the Genestella
Besides, and in addition to all that... The remaining fireballs were still incessantly attacking Ayato from all directions.
"Wa-wa-wah...!"
However, Ayato outdid each of the attacks by a hairsbreadth.
Sometimes by leaping vertically, and sometimes by bending his body, he dodged them at the limit.
At those movements, the girl was surprised once again and opened her eyes wide.
"I see, you don't seem to be just a pervert."
Ayato, who took in color at the clear praise for that voice, wiped the sweat from his forehead relieved.
She seemed once again to revise her opinion of him. Perhaps, this might be somehow manageable afterall.
"You're an extraordinary pervert."
Or not.
"It seems that a mutual understanding will be difficult..." Ayato, unintentionally, raised the complaint.
"Hmph, it's a joke."
Then the girl, while glaring at Ayato with half-opened eyes, flicked back her hair.
"It seems to be a fact that you were returning the handkerchief to me with good intentions, my, um... S- Seeing me changing, too, w-well, I can believe it wasn't on purpose, in a sense. B-But, only in a sense!"
"...Really?"
He tried asking prudently, because he so far has repeatedly rejoiced prematurely.
The girl, while nodding, reluctantly continued speaking.
"However, not confirming what building it was, was your mistake, the attitude of suddenly coming in from the window, you understand that not everything can be forgiven just because you didn't do it on purpose, right?"
"That's... quite right."
There were no words of rebuttal.
"You have made your point, but it doesn't settle my anger. And so, we will follow the rules of this city. Fortunately, since you seem to be talented in your own way, you won't complain... Right?"
The girl said this, and stared straight at Ayato's face.
"What is your name?"
"Amagiri Ayato."
"I see. I'm Julis. Ranked fifth in Seidoukan Academy, Julis-Alexia van Riessfeld."
The girl, who named herself Julis, raised her right hand to the Seidoukan Academy's school badge, a stylized "red lotus", adorning her chest.
"In the name of the red lotus serving as proof of the inflexible, I, Julis-Alexia van Riessfeld hereby challenged you, Ayato Amagiri, to a duel!"
"Duel!?"
To Ayato's surprise the school badge on his chest started emitting a red light in response.
When petitioning for a duel, the decision whether to accept or reject it must be requested.
"If you win, I'll quietly withdraw my complaint. But if I win, you'll do whatever I want you to do."
Saying so as if it was natural, Julis grinned and laughed.
"W-Wait a minute. I can't just ––"
"Since you have transferred here, no matter what, you do know at least of the duel, right?"
He was peremptorily asked. "...Well, I did hear something about it but..."
Thinking it through completely, one might say that all the students who lived in this Asterisk were gathered here in order to fight.
The world's largest battle entertainment Festa
"Then, hurry up and accept it. There is even a crowd forming."
Ayato looked around after being told this, and realized that the two of them had certainly become the center of attention.
They probably heard the commotion and came. Though most were likely female students from the girl's dormitory, there were also the figures of male students here and there watching from the distant circle formed by the crowd.
"Hey, hey, what, what?"
"The Gruene Rose
"Seriously!? Isn't she a Page OneTop Twelve? They can't overlook that!"
"So, who is the opponent and where does he come from?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen his face before... How about the net?"
"I'm looking now... But, he doesn't appear in the Named ChartssBattle Omnicon."
"Is he not on the list? Well it's a courageous challenger again."
"How long will he last? That 'Princess' doesn't have it in her nature to go easy on her opponents."
"Three minutes."
"One minute."
"Wait wait, the odds of the net will come out very soon... Well, within three minutes, it's the double."
"There is a bookmaker who is already opened. You guys are being quick-eared as always."
"The journalism club is already providing live commentary. Hey, here or there?"
While listening to the voices of such outfield, Ayato frowned, and was troubled.
He disliked being the center of attention.
"Why is this getting such attention...?"
"There are two reasons. The first one is the collection of data on key students–– in this case, my data. I may look like this, but I am one of the Page OneTop Twelve of this Academy, if there is even a chance, there are a lot of people who aim to defeat others."
"Page OneTop Twelve?"
"…Must I explain it from the beginning?"
Julis stared at Ayato with dubious eyes.
"Fine then, you know that each academy of Asterisk has a ranking system, right? Although the rules differ from one academy to another, each academy has a ranking list that clarifies who sits at the top of each academy; they become the Named CardsBattle Omnicon. There is a limit of 72 names in each academy's book. The top twelve among them who have their names appear on the first page of the list are commonly known as Page OneTop Twelve."
I see.
"And the second reason is simple and clear, all the guys here are just fools who are dying to watch a match here."
...I see.
"Well, if you don't want to fight no matter what, then it can't be helped. You also have the right to refuse the duel. But, in that case, I'm going to hand it over to the vigilance committee of the girl's dormitory."
Before he knew it, the escape route had completely disappeared.
"Ah, but you know, I don't carry a weapon."
Even so, he tried to struggle until the bitter end.
It seemed that some students enrolled with their own weapon-armaments, but most people were basically using customized supplies from the Academy. Since Ayato intended to do so if necessary, he naturally did not bring any weapons.
"You're not a Dante
"...A sword."
"Could someone lend him a weapon? A sword is fine."
After Julis asked the spectators, a reaction came back immediately.
"All right, he can use this."
With those words, something was thrown towards Ayato from the crowd.
What he received was a short rod-shaped apparatus. Fitting perfectly in one hand, there was an emerald green crystal at the tip –– a 'Mana Dite' was inserted.
It was an activation tool for the LuxShining Type Armament.
"If you don't know how to use it, I'm not going to tell you."
Julis saying so fearlessly smiled.
"Haa..."
As Ayato deeply sighed, he activated the LuxShining Type Armament in his hand.
The element pattern stored by the Mana Dite was reconstructed, and a mechanical "guard" instantly appeared at an acute angle from nowhere. Furthermore, when shifting from standby mode to the activation state, a dazzling light blade of concentrated Mana grew in the empty space.
The length of the blade was about one meter. Since appropriate adjustments had hardly been carried out, it was a normal LuxShining Type Armament.
Seeing that, Julis also took out her activation tool from the holder at the waist of her uniform, and activated her LuxShining Type Armament.
In fact, unlike Ayato's, it was a rapier of a thin flexible light.
"Well, are you ready?"
While elegantly posing her fine sword, Julis' eyes fixed upon Ayato.
In reality, the LuxShining Type Armament was too light for Ayato's preference, but as they had come this far... he had no choice.
"...I, Amagiri Ayato accept the duel request of Julis."
Ayato held up his hand to the chest school badge, and muttered so with a sigh.
As proof of acceptance, Ayato's school badge once again shone red.
The Festa
The Artificial Water City––Rikka, which floated on a huge crater-lake located in North Kanto, was the stage known as Asterisk held once a year; the students from each of the six Academies wielded weapons in an extreme competition for supremacy.
Of course this did not mean that it was a fight to the death.
In accordance with these rules, it was stipulated in the agreement called Stella CartaStar Wars Charter, but long story short, it said that "the person who destroys the school badge of their opponent wins". Although intentional cruelty was prohibited, if there was the purpose of weakening an opponent's combat efficiency, attacks to any place other than the school badge was permitted, and since weapons were used, there would naturally be injured people. There were occasionally also cases when it didn't end with just injuries.
Nonetheless, that young people still came from all over the world to this city was due to the fact that it was only here that they could hope to fulfill their wish.
And, the opportunity for them to fight was not only in the Festa
If hot-blooded young men and women confident in their ability gathered in the same place, quite a few troubles would be expected to occur. In such cases, private wars (personal struggles) in conformity with rules were permitted in Asterisk.
That was the duel.
Though victory or defeat was decided by destroying the school badge as in the Festa
Especially in a duel between students belonging to the same Academy, given that the rank would change depending on the result (victory or defeat), there was a meaning beyond just a private battle.
Julis herself fought successfully through many duels and had obtained the position of fifth ranked.
But for Julis, the young boy in front of her –– she could not determine the ability of Amagiri Ayato at all.
"Come into bloom –– LongiflorumWhite Firebloom of the Sharp Spear!"
When Julis swung the fine sword like a baton, spears of huge pale flames manifested along the arc. The flames which carried the shape of the trumpet lily were flying, just like that, to pierce through Ayato with the momentum of a rocket.
"Argh!"
Though Ayato somehow parried it with the sword as a shield, the shock sent him flying wildly.
Although he barely took a defensive position, his breathing increased considerably.
"Oho, that newcomer isn't bad at all."
"He endures the flames of that Princess well. Well, his skill is so so."
"Hmm, I think that he's fairly skilled."
"He's not so bad. But he's not so good, either."
"Isn't the Princess going easy on him?"
Julis slightly frowned at the voices of such a gallery.
She was not going easy on him at all. But that didn't also mean she was fighting at full strength; she was seriously fighting her opponent.
In fact, from the outside, no matter how one looked at it, Julis was the predominant fighter. On the other hand, Ayato, who was on the defense since the beginning, couldn't even get decently close to her.
Since it was Julis's basic tactic to suppress her opponent with overwhelming firepower, while keeping her distance, one could only say it was all according to the plan.
This fine sword was at its bitter end for defensive counters when it came to close range combat.
––However, Julis felt a strong sense of incongruity. She did not know what it was. She just knew that something did not feel right.
It might be a fact that she had the upper hand, but his response was somehow dull. And Ayato, even if barely, fully dodged all of Julis' attacks.
For an instant, she thought that Ayato might be going easy on her, but seeing his figure, which greatly gasped for breath, she reconsidered that it did not seem to be acting.
She was feeling a sense of incongruity, and yet at the same time her interest was perked, even if only a little.
Surveying his figure again, there was still the boyish innocence left and his features looked good in his own way.
Though he had a somewhat slender physique, looking at his agility, she understood that he was well trained.
Even though they were fighting, his brown eyes were calm, and Ayato wore a slightly easygoing atmosphere. One might say that he was carefree.
"Errr, Julis...-san? Will you soon forgive me?"
While finally catching his breath and lowering his eyebrows, Ayato raised both his hands.
"Julis is fine. So, may I take that as a declaration of surrendering intentionally?"
"Well, that is... No, to begin with, I had no intention of fighting."
"Well, I don't mind, but in that case, do you want to be slowly and carefully roasted as a pervert by me, or do you after all want to hand it to the vigilance committee of the girl's dormitory? By the way, the underwear thief who was caught by the vigilance committee the other day was hardly able to speak about the result of the 'Punishment', and after leaving the room also seemed to suffer from a mental condition."
"...I think I will do my best a bit longer."
Ayato set up the sword again while having a stiff smile.
It's fine like this.
At this rate, even Julis won't be satisfied with this.
'I must ascertain the real nature of that sense of incongruity at all costs'. Making up her mind, Julis concentrated her PranaStar-Power.
The PranaStar-Power was the root of the power of the Genestella
In fact, due to the nature of their ability, Strega
But, such a thing, unless one got closer, was a resolved problem.
"Come into bloom–– AmaryllisSix-Petal Burst Firebloom!"
'I won't miss this time.'
As a huge fire ball appeared before Julis, the gallery stirred.
It was the same technique she used to kick out Ayato from her room, but it was twice as big this time.
"That's not good! It's her best move!"
"Wai––, it’s not a joke!"
"Retreat, retreat!"
Even if one was caught and injured, it would be of course at their own risk. The gallery hastily retreated further.
Julis, without looking at such curious onlookers, instantly calculated the most optimal trajectory and released the fire ball. Though Ayato bent his waist and stood ready, just before he dodged, Julis tightly clenched her fist.
"Explode!"
"...!"
Upon command, the fireball exploded in front of Ayato's eyes.
Even if it was difficult to make it hit directly, it would be impossible to completely dodge it if the explosion occurred at this distance. If caught in this explosion at point-blank range, Genestella
The visibility was lost due to the raging flames. While protecting her face from the thunderous blast, Julis was convinced of her victory.
––However.
"Amagiri Dragon Arts First Sword Fighting Skill –– Twin Water Dragons!"
As what one would think looked like a sword slash flashed, the flame petals were torn up crosswise.
"Wha–... don't tell me, the Meteor ArtsFalling Stars Arts?"
The Meteor ArtsFalling Stars Arts was a skill which temporarily raised the output of the LuxShining Type Armament by pouring the PranaStar-Power into the Mana Dite.
It was officially known as "over-excitation total response phenomenon", but it was not something that could be learned in a day.
A suitable training, and above all thorough adjustments of the LuxShining Type Armament were required.
If it was pulled off with just a borrowed LuxShining Type Armament––
The next moment when Julis felt something close to a shiver, a black shadow which appeared from the break of the flame closed the distance in one breath.
Once she recognized that the shadow was Ayato, he had already jumped into her bosom.
It was an incredible speed. It was in another league compared to his movements up to now.
––For an instant, Ayato had a feeling that something like spark of light was scattered around him, but he could not be concerned with that.
"Y-You!"
Julis who reflexively tried to attack, was struck by Ayato's sharp voice.
"Get down!"
Before Julis understood what was going on, she was pushed down.
Ayato's face was within a hair's breadth and her heart leapt.
The light that dwelt in those eyes was earnest, as if it was a different person.
"Y-You, what are you...!"
Still, raising her voice in protest –– she unintentionally opened her eyes wide.
There was a shining arrow stuck in the ground where Julis had been standing until now.
It was not a physical item. It was something created by a LuxShining Type Armament.
The LuxShining Type Armament temporarily concentrated Mana, and generated a blade or a bullet. The maintained weapon did not have any problem keeping it's shape within the activation tool, like a sword; however a ranged weapon could not maintain it's form for long once fired. It became particles of light and faded away before her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
It was obviously an attack aimed at Julis.
It was probably a planned surprise attack under the cover of the explosion. In fact, whatever had been shooting from wherever, it must not have been noticed by anyone at the time. Though extremely reluctant admit this, if Ayato hadn't saved her, it would have completely succeeded.
"What am I doing?...I don't want to hear that from the person who was shooting fire and flames at me."
Ayato answered, just as troubled.
"Not that! What exactly with my––"
As she spoke up to that point, realization struck.
Someone’s hand had grabbed Julis' developing bulges with all his might.
In fact, it was not just anyone.
Since at this point it could not just be anyone, but Ayato who bent over as he tightly hugged Julis, he would inevitably be the owner of that hand.
As soon as she realized it, Julis's face dimly dyed red.
"...Ah."
Ayato who then also realized, hurriedly jumped back and lowered his head.
"So-Sorry! No, errr, I didn’t have such an intention at all!"
It was a deja vu.
"Oh! What that bastard, he pushed down the princess!"
"Hugh! He has guts!"
"It’s a passionate approach."
The gallery who came back without anyone noticing got excited at its own convenience.
That again inflamed Julis' anger.
"Y-Y-Y-You...!"
In response to Julis' anger, flame flowed around her.
She could not control her PranaStar-Power because of excessive anger.
Ayato without being able to voice his defense, was only able to frantically shake his head.
––And.
"Yes, yes, we will leave it at that."
Together with a calm, profound voice, a dry slap rang out.
Chapter 2 - War-Academy City
"Although we at Seidokan Academy respect the right of students to engage in duels, unfortunately, in this instance, things must end here."
Speaking as she came forth from within the crowd of onlookers was a young woman with dazzling blond hair.
She possessed a calm and collected bearing, and a beauty which, while different in style, was no less stunning than Julis'.
If one were to make a comparison, Julis would be likened unto a rose, blooming in gracious artistry. This young lady's appearance, in contrast, spoke of the serene tranquility of water's depths.
"...Claudia. By what authority do you stand in my way?"
"Why, under my authority as student council president of Seidokan Academy, of course."
The young lady, apparently named Claudia, revealed a light smile, and raised her hand to reveal the school badge she held within.
"By the authority bestowed upon me as the chief representative of the Red Lotus, I hereby annul this duel between Julis Alexia van Riessfeld and Amagiri Ayato."
Julis and Ayato's school badges, which had been glowing with a red light, now ceased to do so.
"Well, no harm, no foul, right, Amagiri Ayato-kun?"
"Mm..."
It seemed the storm had safely passed.
Ayato wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed heavily.
"My thanks, um...President-san?"
"That's right. I'm the student council president of Seidokan Academy, Claudia Enfield. It's a pleasure."
Reaching out to take the hand extended to him, Ayato returned her handshake.
Seeing Claudia from this closer distance, she truly was a captivating presence.
As for what about her was so captivating, well...simply put, it was that overly abundant bosom of hers, which strained at her uniform.
That said, this was hardly the time to be making comparisons to Julis.
Indeed, Julis wore a distinctly dissatisfied expression, clearly unhappy with Claudia's ruling.
"Even if you are the student council president, barring some greater reason, you still don't have the right to interfere in a duel."
"Of course I have a reason. He's a transfer student, right? Even if he's already registered his information and had his emblem authenticated, there's still one last procedure he hasn't yet finished. More strictly speaking, Amagiri Ayato-kun is not yet an official student of Seidokan Academy," Claudia explained, smiling broadly.
"Only those who are students may engage in a duel. Accordingly, this duel is invalid. Any complaints?"
"Gu...!"
Julis bit her lips in frustration.
Given her reaction, with no verbal response forthcoming, it was evident she agreed the argument held merit.
"Good. Now that we're all clear on the matter, I'd like to invite everyone to please depart. If you linger here for too long, you'll be late for class."
At these words, the crowd broke off into small groups, and wandered off.
A handful of students were clearly dissatisfied with the abrupt conclusion to the duel, though they could find no point on which to refute Claudia's decision.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Ayato remembered the sniping arrow from the duel just now.
It was probable that the student who had sniped Julis was even now fleeing the scene of the crime, hidden amongst the crowd. Even though he was hardly familiar with the rules and customs of his new school, this sort of despicable act still wasn't something he could simply ignore.
Allowing the culprit to simply disappear would be anything but wise.
"Um, please wait..."
Ayato was ready to shout when he was interrupted by a pat on the shoulder from Julis.
"Pretend you didn't see anything. This time, whoever it was got off easy."
Julis slowly shook her head, a wry smile on her lips.
"Moreover, as a Page One, suffering an ambush like that is hardly unexpected."
"Ugh. It's truly unfortunate, but this kind of thing isn't all that rare. That said, this time, they've really gone too far. A third party taking advantage of a duel to sneak in an attack is something unforgivable. I'll ask the disciplinary committee to look into it. Once we catch the culprit, they'll be dealt with harshly."
At these words from Claudia, Ayato was taken by surprise.
That meant, after all, that Claudia had clearly seen the sneak attack just now.
Even given the number of onlookers who had watched the duel, evidently not a single one had noticed the attack.
Perhaps the only one who hadn't had their gaze captured by Julis' fiery explosions was this young maiden.
"Er, on that note...Regarding just now, um...thank you."
Julis turned to Ayato with an apologetic look.
She seemed to be referring to the sniping during their duel.
"Oh, well, putting that aside for the moment...You're not mad?"
Even though unforeseen circumstances had forced his hand, the fact remained that he'd pushed Julis down; that, he couldn't deny.
Remembering the soft sensation in his hand, Ayato inquired with fear, causing Julis to blush and avert her gaze.
"Well, I can't say I'm not the least bit upset, but...you definitely saved me."
It seemed that Julis was quite an earnest person.
Although her expression revealed that it wasn't quite so easy to let things go, she bowed her head.
"I'm very aware that what happened was unavoidable."
Things were progressing rather differently than when he'd returned her handkerchief.
Truth be told, Ayato was at his limit simply holding back her fireball; there simply was no time to think up an alternative method. Even if Prana was capable of raising one's defensive abilities, it wasn't to the point of being able to shrug off a sneak attack like the one she'd undergone.
"That's why, just this once, I owe you one."
"Owe...?"
"That's right. Doesn't that make things much simpler?"
That certainly was easy to understand, but it was also a decidedly dispassionate way of dealing with things.
"I see you still haven't changed. Honestly."
Claudia's tone of voice revealed a certain distaste.
"If you ask me, you really should try to be a bit more straightforward."
"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty straight as it is, and will continue to be so for the foreseeable future."
"Hmm...I seem to remember a certain someone struggling to find a partner, no?"
"Ugh...that's, um..."
Julis gaze fell as she mumbled.
Her reaction was an answer in itself.
"The PhoenixPhoenix Star Warrior Festival registration deadline is in two weeks. That doesn't leave a whole lot of time."
"I-I know! I just need to find someone before then, and it'll be fine!"
Julis promptly flipped an about-face, and stormed off.
"Honestly."
Claudia's gaze followed Julis into the distance, looking all the part of a mother watching a rebellious child.
"So, the significance behind why this century has been nicknamed 'The Calamitous Century'. This is due in part to the physical effects of the Ember Tearsmeteor shower, which visited unprecedented destruction upon this world. For three days and three nights, meteorites rained down from the sky, changing the world in drastic ways. The nations which had previously held power fell, giving rise to the Integrated Enterprise Foundation, and a change in societal notions of ethics. The meteorites further resulted in the inception of a new kind of human, able to exert influence over Mana - that is to say, the Starpulse Generation. This led to the creation of new scientific institutions devoted to the study of Mana, which, by leveraging the techniques of meteoric engineering, has grown by leaps and bounds. Regardless of whether these changes are beneficial or not, nevertheless, within the history of man, the Ember Tears stands as a monument of great change."
Passing by the classroom, an older teacher could be heard giving instruction.
"Furthermore, according to current schools of thought, the notion that the Ember Tears did not consist of ordinary meteorites is now a predominant theory. All observatories surveying the phenomenon have noted the release of a particular aerosol being produced as the meteorites made contact with the Earth's atmosphere. As for what this portends..."
The droning monotone made for an effective tranquilizer, needing only to enter one's ear before quickly sending one off to count sheep. Indeed, a quick glance within the classroom revealed the majority of students lying asleep on their desks.
"It's pretty early to be in class. Class shouldn't have started yet, right?"
"That's right. These students are taking extra lessons."
"This early and already in extra lessons..."
How unfortunate.
"After all, our school focuses on both civil and martial paths. You'd best remember this."
Leading Ayato along the path to the student council room, Claudia turned with a smile.
Unlike the classical architecture of the girl's dormitory, Seidokan Academy's design is much more modern.
The university, high school, and junior high buildings enclose a communal courtyard. Of these three, the high school enrollment was the largest, and subsequently, so was its building.
"Oh, that reminds me. Ayato-kun, you and I are the same age, so feel free to relax a little."
"Huh? Wait, that means...the student council president is just a first-year?"
Her calm and cool temperament completely belied her age.
"That's odd...The student council president...?"
It's currently June. If she was indeed a first-year like Ayato, then she should have entered school but two months prior.
Although admittedly he hadn't the slightest clue what the process for selecting the student council president entailed, but to have risen to such an elevated position in such a short time was nonetheless staggering.
"You're right. My term as president began during junior high; this is already my third term," Claudia calmly explained as they made their way through the hallway, brilliantly illuminated by the rays of sunlight pouring through the glass panes.
It wasn't the case that the different school levels held no autonomy, but rather that the student council of Seidokan Academy was a single body drawn from all three levels. Resultantly, among the members of the student council could also be found those who were at the junior high level and those who were at the university level.
"Unbelievable..."
"That's why, please just address me by my name."
"So that's how it is, Claudia-san."
"Claudia. Anything else is unnecessary."
"Er, that's a little bit..."
Given the circumstances, it wasn't like he could do much else, but for Ayato to directly use the first name of a girl he had just met was still something he was rather hesitant to do.
"Claudia."
"That's what I mean...that's...."
"Clau~di~a~"
"...Alright, I understand already. Claudia."
Contrasting her appearance, she appeared to be quite stubborn indeed.
Having lost out to her mulishness, Ayato had no choice but to give in and address his student council president with her given name. Claudia narrowed her eyes in delight.
"Well then, please call me Ayato... even if it's a little embarrassing, to be sure."
"Got it, Ayato."
"Is it really fine not to use any honorifics?"
"That's assuredly not the case. Just chalk it up to my personality."
"Personality?"
"Indeed. I harbor quite a sly personality, so I make sure to leave a good first impression on others. Afterwards, I influence them little by little."
From the very beginning, Claudia looked nothing so much like a warm, caring mother, so digesting what'd just said necessarily took Ayato some time.
"...A sly personality?"
"Just so. Deep within my heart, a dark something is boiling over, almost like a black hole, wreaking havoc. It's so black, it's even darker than black honey."[2]
That certainly is dark.
"That said, would you like to see for yourself?"
"Huh?"
Having thus spoken, Claudia gripped the bottom of her blouse, and began to roll it up.
"Wah!? Wa-wait just a moment!"
Catching a glimpse of that exquisite abdomen, Ayato frantically turned away.
Of course, Claudia never intended to reveal anything more.
"Hahaha, I'm just playing. Such a cute reaction."
Claudia laughed delightedly, covering her mouth with her hand.
This made it abundantly clear just what she meant by a "sly personality".
"-Alright, we're here. Please, come in."
It'd taken them some time to reach the student council room, located on the top floor of the high school building. Looking more carefully, it seemed all the rooms on the top floor were related to the student council in some way.
Using her school badge, Claudia authenticated herself at the door, which slid open to reveal a vast and spacious room which felt a bit much for a student council room.
The floor of the entryway was covered in a dark brown leather rug. A depiction of Seidokan Academy's school grounds was hung on the wall. Placed in front of the large window, with room to spare, was a heavy oaken conference desk with matching chairs. Simply put, it looked for all the world like the boardroom of a large corporation.
Claudia sat down at the head of the table with a practiced ease, placing her hands together, she spoke once more.
"Well then, once more... Welcome to Seidokan Academy, Ayato."
Having looked at Ayato this entire time, Claudia now broke eye contact to turn to face the window.
"And...welcome to Rikka, the Asterisk City."
Ayato followed her in looking out over the city from their high vantage point, a neat and tidy cityscape filling his gaze.
Floating atop the crater-lake in North Kanto, left by an immense meteorite, lay the artificial-island city. In the center of its hexagonal layout sat the central district, with one of the six schools reaching out in each direction, giving one the impression of a large snowflake. The name of this city, RikkaSnowflake, was rooted in this fact.
Each school had its own district, with a large road leading up to the school itself, the architecture of which resulted in a star shape, or more precisely, a asteriskhexagram.
Granted, the origin of this name was something that had to be seen to be understood for those students who journeyed from around the world to be here.
"We of Seidokan Academy have but one expectation of you, the special invitee transfer student, and that is victory."
Looking down upon the city, she continued, "Defeat St. Garrardsworth Academy, subdue Allekant Academy, subjugate the GerronWorld Dragon Seventh Institute, overpower Le Wolfe Black Institute, and triumph over Queen Veil Girl's Academy. That is to say, to obtain victory during the FestaStar Warrior Festival."
"...Um-"
Ayato could only scratch his head and frown.
"I'm sorry. I'll be honest; I have no interest in any of that."
The truth of the matter was that each school was supported from behind the scenes by the Integrated Enterprise Foundation. Their power, superior to the now fallen nations of times past, was sufficient even to warp and alter the law. Whether it be wealth, position, or prestige - nothing was beyond reach.
To be certain, of the students gathered to this Asterisk City, a full half were here for the express purpose of realizing such dreams.
The remaining half, namely those students wielding the special powers of the Starpulse Generation, were eager to test themselves, hoping at least once to fight to the very limits of their ability. For these students, there was but one place in this world where they could fight to their hearts' content.
Nonetheless, Ayato fell within neither of these two camps.
"I know. I'm aware you don't feel anything in particular about this sort of thing, which is why you've rejected our invitation once already."
Signaling the end of this phase of their conversation, Claudia turned her chair to face Ayato once more.
"The fact remains, however, that our school's performance in the Festa these past years has been anything but stellar. Last season, we placed fifth in the overall rankings. With that said, the sixth-ranked Queen Veil are so ranked by design only, the official rankings notwithstanding. The reality of things is that we are currently last. This is not a situation we can allow to continue; for this purpose, we need every talented individual we can get our hands on."
Although the Festa is described as a single competition, in truth, it is composed of three separate parts.
In the summer of the first year is the partner battle PhoenixPhoenix Star Warrior Festival, in the fall of the second year is a team battle, GrypsGryphon Star Warrior Festival, and finally in the winter of the third year is the individually fought LindvolusDragon King Star Warrior Festival.
Those who perform well are able to have to their scores substituted in place of their traditional school grades; their final point accumulation at the end of the Lindvolus becomes their grade. Thus three years of grades can summed up by this one cycle.
As Claudia has just mentioned, Seidokan Academy's performance these last few cycles has consistently lingered near the bottom.
"Students have the opportunity to participate in the Festa three times. Unfortunately, looking at it in another light, our best students only have three chances at most to participate. To be frank, our current numbers are inadequate."
Students may register for the Festa when they are between the ages of 13 and 22, a period of 10 years. During this time, they may, of their own free will, choose to participate in any Festa, even if only a part thereof.
For example, there are those students who will participate in all three Festa segments in one cycle, departing at the end of the three year cycle, as well as those who, in their nine allotted years, will opt to take part in the Lindvolus only.
The more excellent students, the better. Taking this attitude, each of the six schools spares no effort in seeking out the very best and brightest, leading students from all around the world to gather here.
Free tuition, living stipends, sponsored equipment; each of the six schools had its own methods for attracting students. From the point of view of these schools, these special invitees were to be had no matter what.
"On that note, why was I invited to come here? Although it's a little strange to be saying this myself, but I don't think there's anything particularly noteworthy about me."
"That's certainly the case. Because of your utter lack of a reputation, I faced quite the opposition pushing your name through."
"Ehh? You're the one who recommended me!?"
The majority of those who were sought out as special invitees were those who had performed well in the Festa. The exceptions to the rule were the StregaWitches and the DanteMagicians. However, these individuals were duty-bound to heed the will of their respective nations and were not free to escape the fate of being selected.
When it came to this point, from the time when he was young, Ayato had been raised as a practitioner in a kenjutsu dojo, and had never before participated in the Festa.
"Just so; it was I who forced the school to admit you. At that time I was truly appreciative for the position of student council president. Three cheers for power!"
"...don't you mean force?"
"If you'd rejected my invitation, that would have been rather embarrassing for me. Your change of heart was quite fortuitous."
"Who said anything about a change of heart?"
Ayato shrugged as Claudia narrowed her eyes.
"If that's the case, then why did you accept my invitation?"
"..."
Turning serious, Ayato placed his hands on the table, and looked Claudia in the eye.
"Claudia, the news that my sister - Amagiri Haruka - attended this school...Is it true?"
"Hmm, well, how to put this?"
Claudia directly accepted his gaze, extending her forefinger.
"All I know is a rumor, that she once attended this school. All information regarding her stay here has since been deleted by an unknown party."
"Deleted...Is that really possible?"
"Generally speaking, of course not."
"Even for the student council president?"
"Even someone in this position is hardly omnipotent...although, if it were someone a step above that, that's another matter entirely."
Continuing to stare at Claudia's bitter smile, Ayato's serious expression didn't fade.
A position even higher than the student council president, in other words, the Integrated Enterprise Foundation.
"There are no records of 'her' ever having taken part in the Festa, nor is 'her' name recorded in the Named ChartsBattle Omnicon. To be frank, whether or not she ever attended this school is unknown. Assuming she did indeed attend here, that was but some five years prior. There are both students and faculty here who have been here this entire time, and yet none remember her. The strange point is this, though."
"Any possibility the competition records were altered?"
"None. For starters, hiding someone means pulling the wool over the eyes of the hundreds of millions, if not billions, of fans who watch the Festa. Each Festa is broadcast live all over the world, and the Named Charts are updated in real-time, as well as online. Even small incidents like the occasional intra-school duel are immediately captured by the media, and immediately spread to every corner of the city. Take, for example, the duel between you and Julis; it's already on the web."
"You mean..."
Almost as if to interrupt Ayato's words, Claudia operated the computer beside her.
A screen dropped down, depicting a young woman.
"!"
Ayato's eyes opened wide.
"This is all we've been able to recover. She entered five years ago, departing after just half a year for personal reasons. Her name, birthdate, background; almost nothing remains."
Nonetheless, for Ayato, that was already more than enough.
This was it! Without a doubt!
"...How did you come by this, Claudia?"
In order to recover lost information, one obviously had to be first aware it had been discarded. However, of this student, neither records nor memories remained.
That being the case, how did Claudia know?
"I apologize. I'm afraid I can't reveal that. Do you not trust me?"
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant at all," Ayato frantically responded.
As a student council president, she definitely had her own sources of intelligence.
It went without saying that such things were confidential.
"It's just that, the way I see it, regardless of what's occurred since, it's almost a surety that 'she' is no longer here. If your reason for coming is her..."
As Claudia spoke, she grew increasingly flustered, however, Ayato's expression quickly returned to normal, and he shook his head.
"Thank you. Don't worry about it; my reason for coming wasn't just because of her."
In response, Claudia inquired further with a questioning gaze.
"Then...why did you choose this school?"
"Hmm-"
Ayato folded his arms, lost in thought, before answering with a smile.
"If I had to say, it's probably because I would like to discover a goal to seek after."
"How terribly abstract."
"Eh, really? I would've thought most students answer similarly."
"Ahh...I'm more and more intrigued by the moment."
Claudia felt that Ayato sought to muddle the issue with his answer.
The truth, however, was that he'd honestly tried his best to respond.
If it was at this school, he sincerely felt he'd be able to find a goal worthy of striving toward.
If his sister truly was here-
"Oh! That's right; I almost forgot to tell you something."
Clapping her hands together, Claudia suddenly cut in.
"Our special invitee students, aside from waived fees and the like, have several other privileges. One of these is priority access to the school's Ogre LuxPure Star Type Armaments."
"Ogre Lux refers to those which use a special type of Mana Dite, right?"
"That's correct. They use an Ulm Mana Dite."
Among the meteorites that had fallen to the Earth during the Ember Tears, accompanying the unknown element now known as Mana, was also the unique ore; manadite. A "Mana Dite" is the crystallization of the element Mana, from the Mana bering ore manadite, and recent advances have allowed for its artificial production.
Meteoric engineering research into Mana, manadite and Mana Dites had paved the way for new industry, not the least of which was centered around the ability to employ the Mana (in Mana Dites) as an energy source for weapons; the LuxShining Type Armaments.
When activated, Lux weapons materialize and focus Mana, producing a blade of light (there are also arrow and bullet forms).
The might conferred by Lux weapons exceeded those of existing weapons, and furthermore, carried other beneficial properties (for example, a Lux gun needs no ammunition). For this reason, for the most part, Lux weapons have since replaced traditional weaponry. They have become popular to the point that they now see such widespread use as weaponry, self-defense tools, and even children's toys.
Among the types of Mana Dite is one of exceedingly high purity, and equally rare. These are the so-called Ulm Mana Dites, which form the core of the Ogre Lux weapons. Their capabilities are incomparable to those of normal Lux weaponry, but are rumored to be even more difficult to control than the unique Mana abilities of the GenestellaStarpulse Generation Strega and Dante.
The vast majority of Ogre Lux weaponry belong to the Integrated Enterprise Foundation, although a select number are provided to each school for research purposes.
"If you'd prefer not to utilize an Ogre Lux, then of course, we won't force you. They do carry some side effects, after all. That's the 'price' of using something like that. What do you think?"
"I've heard you first need to verify compatibility?"
All users of an Ogre Lux, when drawing out their weapon's power, experience some sort of change.
If rumors are to be believed, then Ogre Lux weapons are self-aware, and choose their own owners.
"More than that, you should say it's the most important factor. Here at Seidokan Academy, the minimum requirement is an 80% compatibility rating. Any lower than that, and we can't accommodate the wishes of the student in loaning out the item."
"Hmm..."
Putting aside for a second whether or not he was interested, having to go through procedures to borrow the item in question each and every time struck Ayato as troublesome; in any case, to begin with, he had no idea if he was compatible or not.
Knowing Ayato had his own thoughts on the matter, and seeing his wavering expression, Claudia was mindful of his concerns.
"What's the matter?"
"Well, this isn't something I've been able to verify, so take it with a grain of salt. Truth be told, the requirement to register in order to use an Ogre Lux is a little suspicious."
"What do you mean?"
"The management of Ogre Lux weaponry is necessarily strict. But using 'who is currently borrowing what Lux' records seems almost a pretext for something else. More specifically, it's almost like by using verified combat data, they're trying to isolate that combat data which has no associated registration information."
"By that you mean... unregistered Lux use?"
"Well, if the record's been altered, yes. I think the probability is quite high. These records are housed within the database of the management department, which has accumulated untold amounts of Ogre Lux combat data. As its inner workings are far from clear, it's impossible to eliminate the possibility of tampering."
"Let me guess, that data remnant is from five years previous?"
"Exactly."
Ayato sighed heavily.
"If that's how it is, it seems best that I take a look myself."
According to this reasoning, the probability that his sister had used an Ogre Lux is quite high. If that was the case, he wanted to confirm with his own eyes the Lux weapon she'd used.
"I understand. I'll look into this more thoroughly and then notify you of my findings. For now, please use this."
What Claudia extended to him was a Lux activation tool.
"This is a traditional sword-style Lux. It's already been configured with your personal settings, but if you'd like to make any modifications, please pay the Equipment Division a visit."
"Ah, thank you. Oh, that reminds me."
Seeing this Lux reminded Ayato of the one he'd borrowed earlier, the one that a member of the crowd had thrown for him during the duel with Julis.
"This is troubling, how do I return this...?"
Ayato pulled out the Lux from earlier, but unfortunately, as expected, there was not a name engraved there.
"Oh, don't worry about it. If it's just that, the school just hands them out."
"Really? That's pretty generous."
This kind of combat-refined Lux is of course not cheap. Nevertheless, when compared with the potential benefits that came from the Festa, they were of small value indeed.
"Switching topics for a second, I just thought of something. Mind if I ask?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"You'd mentioned 'one last procedure'...what was it?"
"Oh, that. Well-"
Saying that, Claudia suddenly stopped.
Stopping to contemplate for a moment, she quickly glanced around.
"...Is something the matter?"
"Oh, not at all! It's nothing like that."
Claudia waved her hands frantically, giving off an appearance utterly unlike that of just earlier.
Her cheeks seemed to have taken on a slight reddish tint, and her gaze was lowered.
"Er, how do I say this, would you mind closing your eyes for just a moment?"
"Alright."
Why would this last procedure require closing one's eyes?
Despite this thought, Ayato had no intention of investigating further, and obediently shut his eyes.
He heard the slight whine of chair wheels, and not long after-
"-Ei!"
Ayato felt a slight impact on his back.
Though he was slightly taken by surprise, it wasn't like it'd hurt; in fact, the sensation was rather soft.
Or rather, wasn't it too soft?
"Huh?"
There's no way, Ayato thought, as he opened his eyes. Opened to his gaze were a pair of hands, enclosed around his abdomen. In other words, he'd been hugged from behind.
"Wah! Cl-Claudia!?"
"Ufufu."
The unbelievably soft yet overwhelming mass pressed into Ayato from behind.
Ayato, anxious, was unsure what he should do.
If there was anything he could do, that is.
"...Finally...Finally I get to see you..."
The bits and pieces of muttered words he heard were faint, but spoke clearly of long repressed nostalgia.
Although the feeling was indisputably conveyed, Ayato could only shake these thoughts from his mind.
"Claudia..?"
He received no response.
Ayato briefly considered turning to look behind him, though, fact of the matter was, he was completely at a loss.
More importantly, someone who left such a strong impression on others such as Claudia could hardly be forgotten, right?
For some indeterminate length, that moment in time simply continued, the two of them unmoving and silent. Finally, the two arms released him.
"-Fufu. I'm just teasing. Were you surprised?"
Ayato finally turned to look, finding a thoroughly genuine smile awaiting him.
It was just a gut feeling, but he felt like he'd lost the opportunity to inquire further.
"...Getting suddenly hugged like that from behind; is there anyone who wouldn't be surprised?"
"Don't misunderstand. That's not something I'd do for just anyone. I'm quite pure, you know?"
Claudia covered her mouth with her hand, and coupled with her earlier statement, it was difficult to tell which parts were just a joke.
"So?"
"Yes?"
"Don't tell me that was the so-called 'last procedure'?"
Ayato forcibly brought things back on topic.
Disregarding everything else that had occurred, this was the primary reason Ayato had come, after all.
"Ohh...that. Yeah, that was a lie."
"...Lie?"
Ayato felt his jaw drop.
"Because it's easier this way~"
From the looks of things, Claudia didn't feel the least bit of remorse.
"You're already a part of this school, procedures and what not, it's a~ll done already. It's just that, in that circumstance, this was the most effective way to handle things. Julis is quite the zealous person, so I can guarantee that if it wasn't 'a violation of school regulations', she'd undoubtedly have continued that duel."
"But, but that's..."
"Oh, do you mean to say that you would have preferred to continue?"
"..."
Of course that wasn't the case.
"If things had continued down that course, what would you have done? Neither I nor the school have any desire of witnessing such things."
"..."
Well, if nothing else, what Claudia had done had been for his sake, after all. While her actions weren't quite to the degree of "ruthless", her way of doing things definitely differed from her appearance.
Nor could hide nor hair be found of the weak and delicate Claudia who had hugged him just now.
"Now then, class is about to start, so let's end things here. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. If there's anything I can do to help, it'd be my pleasure."
Smiling beautifully, Claudia sent Ayato off with her gaze.
"Ah- Well then, this is the special transfer student Amagiri Ayato. Please get along well with everyone."
What a careless introduction.
Because of their new environment, teachers usually placed extra emphasis on caring for transfer students; in this instance, however, not the slightest hint of concern could be felt.
Ayato turned to gaze at the woman by his side, the homeroom teacher of Year 1 Class 3, Yatsuzaki Kyouko, whose only reaction was to say, "It's your turn now."
She was rather tall, with a gaze best described as penetrating...or perhaps ferocious, and a tone and an attitude utterly unsuited to being a teacher.
That said, that was not what was most surprising, which would be the nailed bat she held in her hands. Well-worn, and dyed a deep scarlet, its forbidding presence discouraged further inquiry.
"Hey, hurry it up."
"Ah, right away! Um, I'm Amagiri Ayato. Pleased to meet all of you."
Ayato's introduction extended only as far as his name; perhaps he wasn't the talkative type.
Every gaze in the room centered on him.
There were students who were intrigued, students who couldn't care less, students who seemed to stare deeply, and students who were on guard.
Transfer students were always the subject of attention, but this was rather excessive.
Just one girl stared at Ayato with a complicated expression, the reasoning for which Ayato was only too aware.
"Seat, hmm...Ah, why don't you sit with the person you were playing with fire with. It just so happens to be empty, perfect."
"Who, who did you say was playing with fire with that guy?!"
The person Kyouko had referenced, Julis, stood up, her face reddening.
"Hmm, who other than you, Riessfeld? This morning, you were too unrestrained. As a member of the Top Twelve, you can't just rampage about whenever you feel like it. This is not Le Wolfe after all!"
"Gu..."
Julis reluctantly sat back down in her seat, located in the second row from the back.
Luckily, there were empty seats on either side of her.
"I'd never have guessed we'd be classmates."
"...I'm not laughing."
At Ayato's words, Julis could only sigh.
Not all that warm of a welcome, it seems.
"Even though lots of things happened earlier, in short, pleased to meet you."
Julis still had a few words for Ayato, so she turned to him to speak.
"I owe you, so when you need my help, I'll lend you a hand just once. Other than that, leave me alone."
Having said her piece, she abruptly turned away.
-After which...
"Haha, rejected."
From behind drifted over a comment half sympathetic, half exclamatory.
Ayato turned around. He saw a young man with lean facial features, a sympathetic expression on his face, extending a hand toward him.
"Well, you are dealing with the Princess, after all."
Ayato grasped the young man's hand, which he shook vigorously.
"My name's Yabuki Eishirou. We're roommates."
"Roommates...you mean in the dorms?"
"Yep. My room was intended for two people after all."
"My apologies. After having the room to yourself for so long, it must be a little cramped now."
"No worries."
Eishirou seemed to be quite the candid young man.
Though it wasn't immediately obvious while he was sitting, he ought to be a full head taller than Ayato. His attitude seemed rather childlike, but both his expression and his stature spoke of his maturity. His left cheek bore an obvious scar, giving a sense of unbalanced aesthetics.
"Anyway, if I'm going to have a roommate, I'm glad it's an interesting one."
"...I'm a pretty ordinary person, you know?"
"What're you talking about? The very first morning of your transfer, and already dueling one of the Top Twelve? What's more, daring to push down that Princess in front of that crowd of onlookers? There's no need for false modesty here."
Ayato felt he hadn't the slightest degree of false modesty, and if given the opportunity, would gladly take an hour or two to clear up the misunderstanding. Nevertheless, it appeared as if rumor had long since spread.
Accordingly, the second class ended, he found himself surrounded.
"Hey, Amagiri-kun, what happened at your previous school? Transferring in at this time means something must have happened right?"
"Also, why were you dueling the Princess? We still haven't received any information on that!"
"Nononono, what's important is, is it really okay to be that passionate about the Princess? Hmm? What do I mean? Wasn't that duel about ending your love in a blaze of glory? Or wait, maybe forbidden love?"
"Wait, wait! Rather than all that ridiculousness, what I want to know is your strategy for fighting the Princess! How'd you do it?"
"I never expected this."
The other group of students were separated by a wall of indifference.
"This is, of course, due to the Gruene Rose's lenience toward a newcomer."
"Honestly. Whether it be personal background or reactionary speed, this is far in excess of what passes for normal in this city. Relatively speaking, this might be even harder than making it into the Named Charts."
"Why's someone like that a special invitee? Not that it matters one way or another."
And so on and so forth.
It felt to Ayato as if class had continued without ceasing. By the end of the school day, he was exhausted in both heart and mind.
"Ugh..."
"It's been hard on you. It sure isn't fun being popular."
The light of the setting sun poured through the classroom windows, shining upon Ayato, collapsed upon his desk in exhaustion, and Eishirou, giving him a friendly pat on the back.
"Well, I've come to a realization through all of this."
"Of?"
"That I'm not the popular one; Julis is."
Ayato glanced at the seat by his side, exaggeratedly shrugging his shoulders.
The owner of that seat had vanished without trace the moment class ended.
"It wasn't that people were interested in me per se, but rather that they were curious about 'the one who'd dueled the Princess', right?"
"Hmm, not bad."
Eishirou applauded.
His expression revealed his esteem for Ayato's remark.
"The thing I don't get is this; if that's all they wanted, why not ask Julis directly?"
"If it was that easy, things wouldn't be like this. Haven't you noticed? That Princess isn't exactly friendly."
"...More or less, yes."
Thinking of the smile Julis had shown after having her handkerchief returned, Ayato wondered why she kept others at a distance.
"Well, who knows what the reason is, but it's a fact that she deliberately maintains a distance between herself and others. Moreover..."
"Um, just a moment. You've been saying 'the Princess' over and over; is that a nickname? It seems like everyone else was doing the same."
"Hrm, nickname or not, huh...Well, truth be told, she's an honest-to-goodness princess."
"...Huh?"
Ayato was sure he'd misheard.
"A princess? You mean like the kind in fairy tales?"
"Exactly. Getting cursed by an evil witch, saved by the kiss of a prince, forced into a political marriage, coming from a magical land, sold into slavery, and getting toyed with by tentacles, that kind of princess. Simply put, the daughter of a king."
Although the second half of that answer sounded rather strange to Ayato, he nonetheless understood.
"After the Ember Tears, the nations of Europe returned to being monarchies. While true control over both government and economics was grasped by the Integrated Enterprise Foundation, they found it convenient to place puppet monarchs on the throne. The first princess of one of those countries, Lieseltania, is that Princess. Her full name is Julis Alexia Marie Florentia Renate van Riessfeld. Her name is recorded on Europe's list of royalty."
"Um...that was a little too detailed, don't you think?"
"Oh, this is just purchased information. Provided by the Newspaper Club, incidentally."
He smiled brazenly.
"Why was the Princess fighting in a place like that anyway? Normally, princesses should be more graceful."
Remembering the incident where he'd nearly been roasted alive, Ayato tilted his head in thought.
Julis indeed possessed elegant demeanor, august manner, and boldness–– in excess.
"Who would have guessed you didn't know yourself? And here I was, thinking I'd get the inside scoop."
Eishirou wore a serious expression which seemed to say, "looks like my information was correct."
"She's decidedly lovely, fiercely strong, and a real princess to boot. It's obvious that she'd be the center of attention. Since joining our class last year, she hasn't just caught the eye of others; they stirred themselves into a fanatic fervor as her 'guards'. Not long ago, she issued them a command."
"...I can picture that all too easily."
"Anyway, do you know what it was she told them? 'Silence! I am not a work of art to be admired.'"
"...Again, all too easily imagined."
"The majority ran off, but as expected, this completely normal response left some very unhappy. The Princess responded by challenging each of them to a duel in turn, and one by one, defeating them handily. Not long after, the Princess soon achieved a position as one of the Top Twelve."
That was to be expected.
Having fought Julis himself, Ayato was very aware that her strength was anything but a sham. Even here at the War-Academy City, Asterisk, there were likely only a handful of individuals stronger than her.
"That's why, there's no one capable of approaching that Princess. Until today, there hasn't been a single person able to work up the courage to simply talk to her like that."
"Uh...how do I say this; she does have friends, right?"
"At least as far as I know, no, no one. Oh, pardon me for just a moment."
Eishirou raised his hand to forestall further comment, before reaching into his pocket to withdraw his ringing phone.
"What's up, President?"
Inbetween them a "space" window had opened, displaying a girl with shoulder-length hair snarling at full volume.
『"Don't ask me 'what's up'! I told you already I wanted your article proofread and ready for printing first thing in the morning! What on Earth have you been doing!?"』
"Ah, sorry, something came up..."
『"No excuses! Just get your ass over here within the next five minutes!"』
As the space window suddenly disappeared, Eishirou kneaded his forehead with a wry smile.
"...Well, that's how it is. If I don't head over, things won't go well for me."
"It's just about time for me to head back anyway."
"Let's meet back at the dorms then."
"Before that...Yabuki!"
Facing Eishirou, preparing to exit the classroom, Ayato tossed something to him.
"Ohh?"
Eishirou caught the item with a surprised look on his face. Inspecting it more carefully, he laughed.
"So you noticed."
"Thank you. If it wasn't for this, I'm sure things wouldn't have ended that simply."
What he'd thrown was a Lux activation tool.
It wasn't, however, the one he'd received from Claudia, but rather the one from this morning.
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Hmm? Oh, your voice."
Playing things down, Ayato replied mildly, but Eishirou's face lit up.
"In the middle of all of that, you still remember a single voice from that crowd so clearly?"
"Return what is owed. That's something my sister repeated time and again."
"...Hah! As I thought, you really are interesting!"
Eishirou shook with laughter.
"So, Amagiri, the duel from this morning...in actuality, you won, didn't you?"
"...Ehh, for the current me, I don't think that's possible."
This was not a lie.
"Hmm...'the current you', is it?"
Satisfied with his answer, Eishirou left the room with a lively gait.
Ayato, now alone in the room, sighed heavily.
"This school is really more difficult than expected."
Chapter 3 - Noble Eyes
"Huh? Crap, I must have taken the wrong path."
Ayato had taken what he had originally supposed was a shortcut, cutting through the courtyard, only to find himself trapped behind a locked gate.
It looked like certain school entrances were locked once night fell.
Although the gate was quite tall, it wasn't to the degree that he couldn't make it over if he jumped. Still, remembering the incident from this morning, he decided to play it safe.
"Ah, whatever. It's not like I'm in a rush anyway."
Moreover, taking a walk was one of his admittedly few hobbies.
The central courtyard was larger than a mid-sized park, and all vegetation had been carefully trimmed.
Looking closely, semi-human robots with doll-like forms, replicants, were pruning the trees. Though it seemed military-use replicants were remote-controlled, the actions of ordinary replicants were automated, and thus both slow and limited to simple commands. These days, such acts of manual labor in harsh working environments were generally the purview of the replicants.
Though in the city Ayato had previously resided in, this was a sight rarely seen.
"...If that's the case, why'd you duel that newcomer!"
A young man's voice.
Only someone rather ill-mannered would be roaring in public like this, the air shaking at his volume.
(An argument, is it...?)
Ayato hid in the shadow of a nearby tree. Positioned in front of him was a pavilion, within which stood three male students. The most noticeable of the three was the one in the center, of large stature and, evident even from Ayato's location, an overbearing manner. The other two, one skinny and one slightly overweight, trailed slightly behind, almost like younger brothers.
The other party sat within, hidden from view.
At the circumstances, which looked primed to erupt at any moment, Ayato refused to turn a blind eye. Nonetheless, given both his role as a third party and his unfamiliarity with school customs, he felt it best to limit his actions to observation for the time being.
––However.
"Answer me, Julis!"
Upon hearing the familiar name, he unconsciously leaned out from behind the tree.
"I am under no obligation to answer you, Lester. Everyone has the privilege of dueling as we please."
"Of course, I'm the same."
Moving stealthily, Ayato caught a glimpse of a rose-haired girl seated within the pavilion.
It seemed like the tall male student, named Lester?, was arguing with Julis, and it seemed that sparks would fly at any moment.
It was a very volatile atmosphere.
"In the same way, we have the right to reject any duel in which we'd rather not take part. No matter how many times you ask, the answer is still no."
"And why is that?!"
"...It seems that you're incapable of understanding unless I tell you straight out." Julis sighed heavily before rising to meet Lester's glare. "To put it simply, I've already beaten you thrice. If we were to fight again, it'd just be a waste of my time."
"Next time, I'll win! How dare you always look down on others?! You haven't seen my real strength yet!"
"That's right, that's right! When Lester gets serious, no one's fit to be his opponent!" The pudgy student standing behind Lester took the opportunity to cut in with a comment of his own.
"Then feel free to demonstrate ––with someone else."
Julis unilaterally brought the conversation to a close by turning away.
"Wait! I'm not done yet...!" Lester reached out to take hold of Julis' shoulder...
Just then, Ayato stepped out from behind the tree. "Oh my, isn't this Julis? What a coincidence, meeting here."
"...What are you doing here?"
"Who are you?"
At Ayato's timing and words, too perfect to be truly be coincidence, Julis, Lester, and his two lackeys all frowned.
"Hahaha...It seems I took a wrong turn somewhere."
"Ah! Lester! That guy is the new transfer student!" Prompted the pudgy student.
"What...!?"
Lester's glare, filled with provocation, pierced through Ayato.
Ayato, on the other hand, was completely calm as he spoke to Julis. "Julis, this individual is...?"
"...Lester McPhail, ranked ninth in our school."
Julis folded her hands behind her back, a blank expression on her face. "Oh, so you're also a Page One. That's amazing."
"..."
"Ah, right. I'm Amagiri Ayato; it's nice to meet you." Although Ayato extended his left hand for a handshake, Lester pretended he hadn't seen it, opting instead to continue to stare daggers at him.
From up close, Lester's exaggerated stature was all the more apparent. He looked just about two meters tall, with broad shoulders and well-toned musculature.
The muscles of those in the Starpulse Generation were indeed different from others. In addition to the their increased effectiveness, they had the peculiar trait of not changing much in appearance even with training. Lester's well-defined muscles thus spoke to the degree of training they'd undergone.
His short, tawny hair stood on end and his facial features twisted in rage. "You'd...You'd willingly duel someone like that, and yet won't accept my challenge...?" Lester clenched his fists as his voice began to tremble with rage.
"Don't screw with me! You're going to suffer defeat at my hands! No matter what tricks you try!"
Lester's eyes had long ceased to take note of Ayato's presence. Waving his hands, he approached Julis.
"Wait! Please wait Lester-san! Calm down...note where we are..." Lester was heedless of the cries of his (other) skinny compatriot.
Although Julis was of average height for a girl her age, that meant nothing in the face of Lester's frightening physique.
That notwithstanding, Julis retreated not one step, instead responding firmly and resolutely. "That's impossible. Until you change that personality of yours, no different from a wild boar, that will never happen."
"Wha... How dare you!" Though he seemed ready to explode, if he reacted on impulse in this situation, he'd only be validating Julis' claim.
"Y-you! You're going to regret looking down on Lester! Next time, for sure...!"
"Shut it, Landy!" Lester roared at his flunky and exited the pavilion, his rage barely restrained.
"Don't you dare underestimate me! I will make you acknowledge my strength!" Shouting these words, Lester left the scene, with the remaining two scrambling after him.
"Ugh... I can't stand him."
Waiting until they had passed out of sight, Julis sat down once more.
"Ahaha... it looks like I've stuck my head somewhere unwanted again."
"Seriously. Thanks to your meddling, I wasted more time than usual."
"Sorry about that. Is it usually like this?"
Julis threw her hands up in response. "Lester can't stand me. Even though there are others like him, he's still the first to harass me to this degree."
"But still, he's ranked ninth. He must be quite strong, right?" Ayato thought he'd follow up by asking if things were fine. Even though he'd only known Julis for half a day, he knew she wasn't the kind of person to speak ill of others.
"If you're going to ask if he's strong or not, well then, of course he's strong. That said, the ranking doesn't just refer to how capable you are.To find a place in among the Named Charts requires more than just strength; suitability matters more than anything else." Julis lifted her face, the corner of her lips turning in a smile.
Seeing Julis' eyes light up, Ayato hurriedly turned his gaze.
"Seeing as this is the perfect opportunity, I want to ask you something."
"Hmm...Wha, what would that be?"
"The duel this morning, were you using Meteor ArtsMeteoric Battle Techniques? How'd you use that Lux without tuning it first?"
"Oh. No, that wasn't."
"...What do you mean?"
"Well, to begin with, I can't use Meteor Arts. Truth is, I've never really found a Lux I'm compatible with before, a cause of no small frustration for me. If given the chance, I'm much more accustomed to using a normal weapon."
"Then that technique from this morning...?"
"That was purely kenjutsu[3]. My family runs a dojo which practices sword techniques passed on from long ago, so I can somehow manage."
"That was just kenjutsu...?" Julis' eyes opened wide in astonishment.
"...If it's a Lux blade, severing my flames isn't something unimaginable. With that said, this is the first time I've ever seen anyone do such a job of it. Just what levels of swordsmanship have you attained...?"
"Haha, nothing out of the ordinary."
"...Forget it. You just keep wearing that stupid expression and playing the role of a spectator. This isn't the kind of place you think it is, where you can just naively stride your way through things."
"I'm nowhere that naive." Ayato shook his head lightly. "Anyway, Julis, why are you taking part in these kinds of dangerous battles?"
"What?"
"I'm curious. You're a princess, right?"
"I most certainly am Lieseltania's First Princess, but that's not why. Those who come to this school are all fighting for the same reason –– to grasp those things which cannot be obtained otherwise. This holds true regardless of title or position or anything like that."
Although she answered in a calm voice, her iron will and steely resolve could be clearly felt.
"...And what is it that you seek?" Ayato was unsure if he should continue this line of questioning, but in the end, he continued.
Surprisingly, Julis answered. "Money."
"...?"
"I need money, and fighting here is the quickest way to get it."
...a princess was fighting for money? No matter how you looked at it, a princess ought to be rather wealthy indeed. Just what did she mean?
"There's not much time left. I must seize the victor's crown at each event of this season's Festa. That's my goal."
"Winning all three events..." In other words, a 'grand slam.' Ayato fully understood just how impossible a task that was.
"That's right. First up is the Phoenix. At the very least, I need the money from that."
The prize money from the Festa was split among the winners. Supposedly winning just once was enough to live comfortably for the rest of one's life.
"..."
As Ayato was still searching for his own goal, her answer was hard to digest.
The differences between what they sought were readily apparent.
His remaining question, however, was much more easily answered. "Speaking of which, I seem to remember you're still looking for a partner?" Remembering Claudia's words to Julis from earlier, he inquired.
The Phoenix was a partner-based tag-team format, and thus Julis was incapable of entering by herself.
"Mm, that's right. There certainly is such a requirement." Julis mumbled out a reply. Finding a partner was anything but trivial for her––given her personality––this was, after all, only to be expected.
"E-even if I haven't found a partner yet, don't take that to mean I don't have any friends, ok?! Or rather, even though I really don't have any friends, this and that are two different things. The problem is that I can't find anyone who meets my standards for a partner."
––She'd just admitted she had no friends.
"So what kind of person are you looking for?"
"That, hmm...Well, for starters, they can't be weaker than me; at the level of one of the Top Twelve. They must have impeccable character, a keen mind, staunch will, and the noble spirit of a knight."
"...Isn't that a bit much?"
"Re-really? I'd considered lowering my standards a bit..."
This part of her was true to her image as a princess.
"The registration deadline is rapidly approaching. This really isn't the time to be so demanding."
Julis muttered to herself, picking up her bag and rising. "Well, it's about time for me to head on back. Actually, first, I want to ask something. What brought you here?"
"Oh, well, originally I thought this way was a shortcut, but the gate was locked."
"Yeah, once evening comes, some of the gates will lock automatically, though this seems to be restricted to those connected to the junior high building."
That made sense.
"Hmm, even if you say they close automatically, is there really no chance that they'd take a day off and just stay open?"
"Huh?"
"Well, it's just that I like to go out for walks, and so this is kinda troublesome."
At Ayato's words, Julis looked like she'd just caught a glimpse of a total fool.
"...A-ahahaha!" Unable to restrain herself, she broke out into laughter.
"Of course not! Are you an idiot or something? After what happened this morning, did you really not think to consult a map? Don't worry, even if it's night, the high school gates don't close."
She looked as if she'd just told the greatest joke.
This expression suited her age, and for a moment, she looked nothing so much like a normal girl.
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just never thought you'd smile like that."
"What!?"
Julis reddened.
"W-what are you saying all of a sudden?! Are you making fun of me?" Returning to her default angry state, she turned aside in a huff.
"You should try and lighten up a little, otherwise it's such a waste."
"So annoying; keep your words to yourself." Julis gritted her teeth. "A-And that leisurely look on your face; you should change it! A loose face and loose actions! That's the cause of this morning's stupidity!"
...That was getting a little carried away.
"Certainly, half of that was definitely my fault. The other half was caused by lack of knowledge."
This school was simply way too big. Add to that a mountain of unknown customs and practices, and it was all too much for a transfer student to take in.
Perhaps he should have someone guide him-
"Ah."
Ayato turned to stare at Julis. "Wh-What is it...?" Julis unconsciously reddened slightly and retreated a step.
"––Julis, would you mind showing me around campus? Oh, and around town as well?"
"...What?"
In response to Ayato's request, Julis' thinly veiled disgust showed on her face. "What're you talking about? Why should I do anything like that?"
"Because, didn't you say that you owed me one? You never said anything about what I could call it in for. At least hear me out."
"Well, I certainly did say that...Don't tell me you're being serious?"
"Serious?"
"If that's what you really want, then sure. My original intention was that when you found yourself in a moment of crisis, I'd come to your aid. The favor I owe you isn't something trivial. Anything up to a certain degree ––excepting, of course, anything shameless–– is fine; for example, borrowing my strength, the strength of a Page One."
"By that you mean you'd lend me your strength in battle?"
"Exactly."
"Not interested."
Ayato rejected her offer flat-out with a shake of his head.
"As before, I think getting more familiar with this campus is best."
"..."
At his immediate reply, having spared not a moment's thought before answering, Julis turned a questioning glance at Ayato before laughing.
"What an immeasurable man. Or maybe just an idiot...?"
"...If those are my choices, I'll go with the first, thank you."
"You don't say. Whatever, forget it. If you want me to guide you, then allow me."
"I appreciate the help."
"I... it can't be helped. A favor's a favor. The campus tour we can do tomorrow, after school. As for the tour of the city, hmm...leave your day off free."
"My thanks."
And the last of his worries was solved.
"Alright, then I'll head back now...U-uwah!"
Turning to exit the pavilion, Ayato's lapel was grabbed from behind.
"Here's the first lesson. If you want to head back to the male dorms from here, the fastest way is through the university building."
"*cough* *cough.* Thanks. Also, if your 'lessons' were a little gentler next time, it'd be greatly appreciated."
Looking at Ayato, choking, Julis smiled lightly.
"That wasn't listed as a requirement just now, so... I refuse."
By the time Ayato arrived back at the dorms, the sky had already turned dark.
The male dormitories faced directly opposite the female dorms, with the high school building in between. When compared to the female dormitory building, with its classical architecture, the male building was decidedly more plain.
"Hmm, room 221, looks like."
This time carefully double-checking a map, Ayato entered the room.
Although each of the buildings were separated, the use of a communal staircase gave opportunities to catch glimpse of both junior high and university students, a rather novel experience. There were a few students who studied Ayato like a rare animal. This left him feeling out of place, a feeling he ended by shaking their hands.
Room 221 was located on the second floor. Next to the door, a shiny new nameplate read "Amagiri Ayato".
Knocking on the door before he entered.
"Welcome back. It's pretty late, though."
"Some things happened." Ayato saw Eishirou lying on his bed, waving his hand in welcome.
"Wow, it's bigger than I imagined."
It was a ten-tatami room, already furnished with a bed and a desk. Aside from a chair, not a thing lay in sight, except the luggage he'd sent earlier.
"Is that all your stuff? There's way too little!"
"Just clothes. You don't have all that much either, Yabuki."
All that adorned Eishirou's desk was a pile of sticky notes and a mountain of books; all in all, rather plain.
"I don't bother with things that don't interest me. Everything there is related to club activities."
"That reminds me, the newspaper club ought to know. The student named Lester, what kind of person is he?"
"Lester? Lester McPhail?"
"That sounds right. I hear he's ranked ninth?"
"You've heard correctly. KornephorosFurious Axe of Distant Thunder Lester."
Eishirou sat up, fiddled with his phone for a bit, and brought up a display screen space window in midair.
An image of the person he had just seen appeared before his eyes.
"Lester McPhail. First year student at Seidokan Academy, ranked ninth among the Top Twelve. His style leverages his physical strength, proving unmatched in close-quarters combat. However, he has no strategies for dealing with the Strega or Dante. His weapon is an axe-shaped Lux named 'Bardiche Leo'."
"Oh, impressive."
"Well, that's all stuff you can find online. If you want more detailed information, then that's an altogether different matter."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you need this."
Eishirou rubbed his fingers together.
"Money!?"
"Of course. Students at this school ––actually, this applies to all the schools; students of Asterisk City–– can basically be divided into one of two groups. Those in the first are like the Princess, who place the Festa as their goal. The other consists of those like myself, who gave up on the Festa early on."
"...You've already given up?"
"That's right. Even if we're all from the same Starpulse Generation, it's ludicrous to even think of winning. Once you find yourself here, whether you want to or not, the difference between your abilities and others' is very quickly made apparent. Of this gaping chasm of ability, I am well-aware. Although, truth be told, to those who refuse to simply give in, that's not quite how we look at things."
"What do you mean by that?"
To Ayato's searching eyes, Eishirou seemed quite delighted.
"That's simple. When it comes to those of us who have nothing to do with the Festa, watching by the sidelines and cheerfully earning money as others fight it out is something only our Newspaper Club can do."
"But how does the Newspaper Club earn any money?"
Student club activities weren't exactly something you normally associated with making money.
"How rude! We happen to have plenty of work, you know? You've probably seen videos of Asterisk on the TV or on the web before, right? Those are the fruits of our labors. We have an agreement with outside news organizations who are unable to enter the premises."
That does seem to make sense.
"Haha, so that's how it is. In other words, you guys sell this footage and other information to outside news organizations."
"Exactly."
Eishirou gave a thumbs-up.
"This aside, there are many other paths. Taking the clubs, for example, there's the meteoric engineering research society, whose skills likely exceed that of the equipment division. That said, when compared to the best in the city at it, Allekant Academy, we're nowhere near that level. There're also methods slightly less on the up and up which use match results as a grounds for betting. Numerous students make their money that way."
"...That's not banned by the school?"
Their actions had completely surpassed the bounds of what Ayato felt was approvable school behavior.
Eishirou lightly shook his head.
"In today's world, as long as you have money, no one will say a word. "
The Integrated Enterprise Foundation's efforts to enliven the economy were centered around stimulating trade.
Achieving this goal required the smooth circulation of money. To this end, they would reward efforts which resulted in increased consumer spending.
It was for this very reason that Asterisk had been established.
"Put simply, particularly outstanding students usually have their own following. For the Top Twelve, this is doubly true."
"Hmm? Does that mean that Lester does as well?"
Ayato thought of the two students who had followed in his wake.
"Mm, do you mean this?"
Eishirou manipulated his phone, opening two more windows.
One person was rather thin and the other rather plump. Although their outer appearances were polar opposites, the servile, fawning expression on their faces was identical.
"Yeah, them!"
"The skinny one is Cyrus Norman. He's a Dante, and though we have no records of his battles, his ability should be object manipulation. The slightly larger one is Landy Hooke. He was formerly listed among the Named Charts, although he has since dropped out of the standings. He uses a bow-type Lux."
"Just one after another..."
Ayato didn't know what to say.
Eishirou's information seemed to cover all sorts of prominent students, including even these two.
"Hehehe, scared, are we?"
Eishirou closed the windows and leaped onto his bed.
"Now then, it's just about time for dinner. Why don't I show you the cafeteria?"
"Before that, there's something else I'd like to ask about Lester."
"Hmm?"
"What's his relationship with Julis?"
At Ayato's question, Eishirou broke into a wide grin.
"I see, I see. Here I was, wondering why you'd suddenly ask about Lester all of a sudden; now it makes sense. You're really aiming for that Princess?"
"I-it's not like that."
Despite his words, it was the undeniable truth that Ayato was greatly concerned with Julis, though he wasn't quite clear why.
"Good question, but... Didn't I just finish explaining how this world works?"
Waiting for Ayato's nod of agreement, Eishirou opened another window.
This time it was a video. The screen showed a young girl, in command of flames, dancing around a battlefield.
Her opponent was a large male student, brandishing an axe almost as large as he was. A moment's glance was sufficient to determine which party was in complete control of the situation.
"This was taken during last year's official ranking matches. At the time, Lester was ranked fifth, the Princess, 17th."
"You mean..."
"Yes, it was the Princess' complete victory. This was her inaugural match as one of the Top Twelve."
"I'm guessing Lester didn't see it that way."
"Yeah, in the two following ranking matches, Lester challenged her twice, losing both times."
The official ranking matches were a tournament held monthly to determine the school's best.
Although students were granted the freedom to accept or reject duels as they might, the ability to reject each and every request was counterproductive. In order to prevent students from monopolizing the rankings by simply rejecting all duels, the official ranking match system was put in place. Under this system, when a Page One received a duel request from a lower ranked student, they had to accept the match.
"Challenging any particular opponent to a ranking match can only be done at most twice, forestalling the opportunity for foul play."
"-In other words, Lester can no longer challenge Julis in an official ranking match?"
That would explain why he was constantly pestering her for a duel.
"Lester's not just proud, but very passionate as well. He wants to get even, no matter what. That said...I don't think it's possible."
Having thus spoken, Eishirou returned his phone to his pocket.
"What're you thinking?"
"Even given what we've just seen, I don't think winning's impossible."
His compatibility against Julis was certainly poor, but that only made his strength all the more evident. Luck played a factor as well.
"It's just that...they're looking at different things."
"Mm."
Julis' eyes held no trace of Lester's presence.
No, she was gazing afar, at something far out of reach.
If that truly was the reality of things, then indeed Lester had not the slightest hope of catching up to her.
––Ayato remembered the same look in her eyes as she'd fought him.
"Thanks, Yabuki. How much do I owe you?"
Even if Ayato was a special invitee student, with tuition, room, and board all waived, it wasn't like he was flush with cash either. The family dojo, after all, teetered on the edge of ruin.
He wasn't at the point of needing to work for pocket money, but it was still best to be a little frugal.
"Right then, let's get some grub! Let's go, Amagiri!"
Eishirou's response was to hook his arm around Ayato's neck, and drag him out the door.
"Uwah! W-wait!"
"Our cafeteria has both Japanese and Western cuisines. Which do you prefer?"
"Um, Japanese then..."
"Japanese is it? Today's dishes are yuan-yaki[4], agedashi tofu[5], and daikon and chikuwa[6] stew. Please treat me to the agedashi tofu."
"...Huh?"
"In celebration of your arrival, I'm waiving the fee this time."
Eishirou laughed, patting Ayato on the back with his arm.
"What do you think, I'm pretty easy to get along with, aren't I?"
"I'd normally agree...if you weren't the one saying it."
Ayato smiled, returning the friendly pat on the back.
Chapter 4 - Reminiscence and Reunion
It was an early summer night replete with the fragrance of greenery.
That day, a young boy was seated in the corner of a dojo.
Basking in the darkness, he wore an expression that spoke of deep displeasure. How long he had spent there, he neither knew nor cared. Budging not an inch, he was lost in thoughts both melancholy and resentful.
"Really now! What happened this time? You wouldn't believe how angry Father is!"
The door suddenly swung open, and the moonlight poured through the open frame, accompanied by a soft and gentle voice.
"...I didn't do anything wrong."
The boy responded sulkily, turning away from the light.
The girl, her silhouette drawn out against the light of the moon, sighed.
Sweeping her hair back with her hands, an exasperated expression on her face, she continued to look at the boy. From their appearances, the girl looked to be five, maybe six years older. She wore a short-sleeved sailor uniform, and the lively aura she gave off well suited her.
"Ayato."
"But Onee-chan! It was all because that bastard..."
"Ayato!"
Hearing her voice grow sharp, the boy reflexively pulled back.
"Uuu.."
The boy swallowed his words as his face tightened and his eyes began to brim with tears.
"...But, if you've honestly reflected on things, then I'll hear you out."
"Will you really?" In a flash, the boy's face brightened.
"You've genuinely reflected?"
"Yeah, I have!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Really truly?"
"Really truly!"
"Really truly honestly?"
"...Onee-chan, didn't you say before that people will hate a girl who repeats things too many times?"
~whap!~
"...I'm sorry, I'm reflecting now."
"Good."
The girl nodded solemnly.
"First things first. Please sit in seiza."
"But I'm already in seiza, Onee-chan."
"...S-sit more properly."
"I've been in seiza this entire time, though, Onee-chan."
The girl coughed slightly and reddened before withdrawing a pair of glasses from the pocket of her uniform.
"I think Onee-chan doesn't like to wear glasses because she worries she looks weird with them on."
"S-shut it! That has nothing to do with anything!"
Though those black, horn-rimmed glasses indubitably suited her, the girl still couldn't bring herself to like them.
"So...What happened?"
As the topic of conversation turned serious, the boy's attitude did likewise.
"Nothing! It was those guys who were bothering me..."
Ayato explained that the other dojo students had constantly mocked him.
Their father had sternly warned Ayato not to engage any of the students. Not that that had done much to forestall their contempt for him.
Though the students were few in number, they were all members of the GenestellaStarpulse Generation. It was also government policy for those of their generation to be trained in the martial arts, in order to cultivate maturity and discipline.
From where the boy stood though, that couldn't be further from the truth.
All they wanted was to prove their strength –– that they were stronger than him.
The law severely punished members of the GenestellaStarpulse Generation, juvenile or otherwise, who engaged in acts of violence against those who were not. For this reason, they'd chosen Ayato, who was a member of the same, as their target.
"But those bastards! About Onee-chan, they...!"
The boy bit his lips to stifle his fury.
The girl was also a student of their dojo. Having been given strict orders not to get entangled in disputes with the others, Ayato did his best to avoid them altogether, and so their encounters were few. The current students were new, and so they had not as of yet met the girl.
Of the fact that the girl's strength surpassed all others, the boy harbored not a shadow of doubt.
"And so, that's why I fought them!"
As to the final result of the conflict, the girl did not inquire.
"...Hmm."
The girl thought for a moment, before speaking carefully.
"I see. Ayato, you really weren't wrong."
"See!"
The boy eagerly looked up.
The girl, however, hadn't yet finished speaking.
"––Unfortunately, you weren't right either."
"Huh?"
"Ayato, do you know why Father forbade contact with the others?"
"..."
The boy's only response was to lower his head with a grumble.
He'd asked their father on times previous, but had never received an answer.
"It's because you are strong. But, Ayato, your strength isn't meant for hurting others. If you hurt them, Ayato... the one you're really hurting is yourself."
"But I'm not hurt? I feel fine."
"That's because you aren't yet relying on power."
The girl's voice had taken on a bit of an austere tone.
"Until you truly push your strength to its limits, you won't feel the pain. Instead, in recompense, someone else must suffer. Neither Father nor I want to see Ayato become that kind of person."
"...?"
"To fight to protect one's dignity is a right that everyone has, and thus Ayato, you've done no wrong. However, Ayato, you're still not capable of bearing the burden of loss and victory that come from a duel. Since you thus bear no responsibility, your fight and a true duel are as different as night and day."
"...I don't really get it."
The boy understood that his sister was trying to convey a message of great import, but he still couldn't quite understand the meaning thereof.
"Simply put, it's too early for you to be fighting anyone, Ayato."
"Then when can I?"
"Hmm...let's put it this way."
The girl propped a finger against her chin.
"If I had to say, then it's when you know what it is you want to accomplish."
"What it is I want to accomplish...?"
"That's right. If that's the case, then you'll be able to decide how and when to use your strength."
"Ok."
Satisfied, the girl nodded and gently rapped the boy's forehead with her fingers.
Suddenly, a thought came to the boy's mind, and he spoke.
"Onee-chan?"
"Hmm?"
"Onee-chan, have you already found 'what it is you want to accomplish'?"
The girl's face wrinkled in displeasure for a brief moment before turning gentle once more.
"Of course. The thing I want to do is––"
Stopping for a moment to take the boy into her arms, she continued.
"To protect you, Ayato."
"Me...?"
"That's right. To me, you are more important than anything else in this world."
"Then, then I'll protect Onee-chan too! That's 'what it is I want to accomplish'!"
The boy was completely serious. As he was to her, she was to him; a person more precious than any other, someone irreplaceable.
The girl smiled mischievously, extending a finger to poke the boy in the forehead.
"Ahaha, somebody sure is pretentious. Am I to take that to mean you think you're stronger than me?"
"Uu..."
The girl's strength was, without a doubt, leagues above the boy's own.
On this point, the boy was clearer than any other, and so he held his silence.
"But more importantly, you need to find that which is more important to you still. Ayato, you're a boy, so that day will surely come."
"...I still don't really get it."
At the boy's somber tone, the girl hugged him tighter still.
"For now, this is plenty."
"...Onee-chan?"
"Thank you, Ayato. Thank you for getting mad on my behalf. I love you so much..."
Ayato brushed the towel aside, and snapped upright like a coiled spring.
Checking the time, it looked to be around four in the morning.
From the window, the dusky light of the sun just before dawn came through.
"...That memory again..."
Before the morning alarm sounded, he turned the clock off, and stretched his stiff body.
He'd had quite the busy day previous, but though thoroughly exhausted, he'd woken at the usual time.
"Actually, today was quite fortunate."
If that dream had continued...
Ayato shook his head and proceeded to change his clothes.
What he put on, however, was not his uniform, but rather a T-shirt and pair of shorts, better suited for training.
The habit of early morning training was also one that his sister had impressed upon him; he wasn't likely to be so proactive otherwise. His sister, at times stern, at times warm and kind, had raised him in place of their departed mother.
"...Oh, that's what it is."
A lightbulb suddenly went off in Ayato's brain.
The look in Julis' eyes was identical to his sister. Her eyes had spoken of her desire to "protect Ayato".
Those were the eyes of one who possessed an unswerving resolve and firm conviction.
Eyes that Ayato had, as of yet, never had.
"-Alright."
Ayato took hold of the Lux he'd left near his pillow, hanging it on his back.
Though he was admittedly more comfortable with the shinai his family had used, given where he was now, foregoing a Lux wasn't an option.
Figuring his classmate was still asleep, he'd planned on taking off without a word, when, to his surprise, a cheerful voice rang out.
"Just what you'd expect from a special invitee student; this early and already off to train."
Face still showing all the signs of sleep, Eishirou had only one eye open as he spoke, though he showed a toothy smile.
"Sorry if I woke you."
"No worries. I'm a bit of a light sleeper. That said, I'm just dreaming right now anyway."
Eishirou hugged his pillow as he whispered.
"'cuz, you know, I could have sworn I'd heard someone talking in their sleep just now."
"!"
Ayato blushed.
"U, um, Yabuki? You definitely were just imagining things. But just as, you know, a reference...would you mind repeating what you think you heard?"
"Mm! I love Onee-chan too!"
"M-hm-mm-mrm"
Ayato rushed over to Eishirou's bedside in a flash, and jammed his hand over his mouth.
"That was a dream! You were just dreaming, do you hear me!?"
"You know, I think you might just be right. Hmm, what should I do...? Oh, by the way, Amagiri, what're your plans for breakfast - Japanese or Western?"
At Eishirou's words, Ayato's shoulders sagged in defeat.
"I get it already. Eat whatever you want, my treat."
"Sounds good, yuan-yaki it is!"
It looks like anytime something like this happens, the way to his heart is through his stomach, Ayato thought.
It seemed the moment of crisis had passed; for the moment, anyway.
"Right then, I'm heading back to sleep. Have fun working hard at your training."
"Ha..."
In his estimation, the number of times he'd sighed since entering the school had increased exponentially.
"A~ah. So tired...Morning, everyone."
Stretching lazily, Eishirou pulled open the door to their classroom.
He proceeded to summarily pass out on his desk; it seemed he really hadn't had enough sleep.
Ayato could only stare in amazement at Eishirou, his face flat against his desk. The classroom was filled with the air of lively chatter, a scene you'd find in any school.
Attendance was surprisingly good; it seemed the students at this school were of a rather sober nature.
"Morning, Julis."
"...Morning."
Ayato greeted his neighbor, who, cheek resting on her hand, greeted him in turn.
In an instant, the previously noisy classroom was filled with silence.
"Hey, did you just hear that...?"
"...Th, the Princess greeted someone...?"
"Are we hearing things...?"
"Just what kind of black magic did that guy use...?"
"Rather, that can't be the real Princess, can it?"
Seeing the uproar which had taken ahold of their class, Julis slammed her hands on her desk and rose.
"Y-you all sure are rude! I was just returning his greeting!"
In spite of Julis' sullen expression, the clamor didn't lessen one bit.
This was way beyond expectation.
Their classmates' reaction made plain just what kind of classmate Julis typically was.
(Maybe this is a rare opportunity to try and get along with everyone?)
Thinking on Julis' behalf, Ayato reminded himself that this was only his second day.
It was all well and good to worry over Julis, but honestly, he needed to worry about himself first.
At that moment, Ayato realized that the seat on his left, which had been empty the day before, was now filled.
There a young girl with beautiful blue hair lay on her desk, fast asleep.
It seemed unlikely that she was like himself, who'd transferred over just recently. She'd probably just taken the day off.
Though he thought that he'd best greet her as well, she gave no hint of waking anytime soon.
As he considered his options, the girl suddenly lifted her head.
Nice, here came opportunity, knocking at the door.
"Good morning to you, neighbor. I transferred here just yesterday; I'm Amagiri-"
Ayato's introduction came to a screeching halt.
"...?"
Catching a glimpse of the girl's face, he froze.
"S-Saya...?"
"..."
The girl looked on expressionlessly, before at last tilting her head slightly.
"...Ayato?"
There was no doubt about it. She was Sasamiya Saya.
Ayato stood up in a fluster. From behind, two eyes fairly gleamed with the delight of a small child given a new toy.
Eishirou.
"What's this, what's this? You two know each other?"
"Ah, yeah. We used to be friends, or rather, we're childhood friends."
"Childhood friends...?" Eishirou asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Then why didn't you know she was a student here?"
"Well, even if I say we're childhood friends, ever since Saya moved abroad six years ago, we haven't kept in touch."
"Ho~, so that's why there's been no response from that side."
To be sure, even after recognizing Ayato, Saya's expression has barely changed.
"Hmm, how do I put this, the feeling's pretty much the same, so I was rather surprised really."
"Really?"
"...Yeah, really."
"...I sure didn't see anything that looked like surprise."
Saya's "reaction" hadn't even extended to the raising of her eyebrows, prompting Eishirou's question.
"But still, it sure has been a long time. Everything good?" Saya suddenly asked.
"You know, you sure haven't changed one bit, Saya."
Saya vigorously shook her head from left to right.
"...No way. I've grown a bit taller."
"I-I see..."
Still surprised at their sudden reunion, Ayato sized up his childhood friend.
Her eyes were rather large, to the point that the rest of her face didn't leave much of an impression. Her height didn't appear to differ in the least from when they'd parted, and would have been more appropriate for a student in elementary, rather than high school. Her expression didn't seem to change much either. She looked, for lack of a better word, like a rather cute doll.
"You really do look the same..."
"Wrong. It's that you've grown too much."
Saya puffed up her cheeks sulkily.
"...Don't worry about it, though. I've already decided that I'm going to grow as tall as you by next year, so if you just grow a little, we'll make quite the pair," Saya mumbled to herself.
Unfortunately, whatever her thoughts on the matter, closing a gap of 30 centimeters in a year seemed unlikely, if not impossible.
"It sure is a small world, or maybe we should call this a fated reunion?"
"Fated reunion...Mm. You've said something good, Yabuki."
Saya gave him a thumbs-up.
This way of praising others was, similarly, unchanged from before.
"Speaking of which, how's your dad doing?"
Saya's father was a meteoric engineering researcher, specializing in the development of Lux weapons. The reason the Sasamiya family had left the country six years prior was because of his career.
"...In good health, although I wish he'd be a bit more dignified about things."
"Haha, it sounds like he's the same as always then."
Ayato's impression of Saya's father could be summed up in two words: mad scientist.
He remembered even now the uproarious laughter which had filled the Sasamiya household during his past visits.
From what he'd heard, her father was well-regarded in his field, although due to his difficult personality, he'd had to change jobs with fair frequency.
"I came here because Dad wanted me to."
"He did?"
Saya reached out and unholstered her Lux from her uniform.
Activating it, a large gun appeared. From the smoothness of her actions, Ayato could tell how much time she'd spent with it.
"In order to spread the word of Dad's creations."
"Spreading the word, I see..."
Although hardly to the point of being a danger to one's life, Asterisk could hardly be called a safe place. To send his daughter here solely for the sake of spreading the word of his inventions; Ayato found he couldn't approve of his actions.
"It doesn't seem like that decision was just made on a whim. This place is quite well-known, and the potential results you'd see from making things known here are without limit. That is, after all, at least part of the reason the Integrated Enterprise Foundation created this city in the first place," Eishirou cut in to say.
"Are you fine with that, Saya?"
"I have my own reasons for accepting, don't worry," Saya responded, to alleviate Ayato's concerns.
"Hmm, and what reason would that be?"
Eishirou had shifted into reporter mode, with a notepad in one hand and a serious expression on his face.
"That's a secret," Saya said, glancing at Ayato.
"Although half of that reason is already..."
"Hoho~"
Eishirou seemed to have been clued in on something by those words.
"That reminds me, when you first joined the school Sasamiya, you made a request to leave Asterisk. How'd that go?"
Though Asterisk was physically located on Japanese soil, it was legally sovereign land. As such, one who wished to leave the city first had to make a proper request through their school.
"...I haven't gotten permission yet. What about it?"
"Nothing~ It's just that, if I'm not wrong, that request to leave no longer needs to be granted-"
Eishirou's devilish grin was stopped short, as he suddenly closed his mouth in a hurry.
The reason? It was likely a reaction to the barrel of Saya's gun, now leveled at his throat.
"...Let's not say anything unnecessary, alright?"
"Alright~ I understand. I'm sorry. My bad."
With the gun aimed straight at him, Eishirou could only raise his arms in surrender.
"I really have no idea what's going on, but I should point out that, despite her appearance, Saya has something of a temper. It'd be best not to anger her."
"You should have said that sooner."
"Hurry back to your seats, homeroom's starting."
Kyouko greeted the class as she walked in with a sleepy look on her face.
She dragged her bat with the suspicious history across the floor, evoking an ear-piercing screech which filled the students with an unnamed fear.
"You over there, the classroom's no place to be waving around your weapon- Wait, aren't you Sasamiya?"
"...Good morning."
"Why didn't you come to class yesterday? You better have a good reason."
Kyouko stomped over to stand rudely in Saya's face, folding her arms as she awaited a response.
"...I overslept."
"Hahaha! So you overslept, is that all?"
~thump!~
"...it hurts..."
"You idiot! How many times is this now? You're going to make up those classes on your next break."
Having been struck on the head, Saya's expression was, for the most part unchanged. From the corners of her eyes, however, tears began to form.
"Ha...It seems you're still bad with mornings."
"...My blanket's too cozy; I can't help it."
"..."
As Ayato and Saya chatted, Julis, in the seat next over, idly observed their antics.
After class, that same day.
"...Hmm, something like this, I guess?"
Julis mumbled to herself as she double-checked her appearance in the restroom mirror.
The reflection staring back at her was beautiful, with hair that she wasn't all that fond of, and an immaculate uniform.
Maybe she was being oversensitive, but the state of her dress was a matter of proper etiquette. If her attire wasn't all in order, then she couldn't calm down. If that person hadn't made such comments before, then she wouldn't be paying such careful attention to this. Yeah, that was the case.
Telling herself this, Julis exited the bathroom and returned to the classroom.
Though there weren't any other students left, Ayato remained in his normal seat, conversing and laughing with Saya.
Since this was their joyful reunion after having been parted for some number of years, this kind of joyful conversation was to be expected.
Despite understanding this in her mind, for some reason, Julis' heart just wouldn't calm down.
"So, um, are you ready to go?"
"Oh, Julis. I sure am. Please lead the way."
"I-It can't be helped. A promise is a promise."
Julis deliberately turned away, although she continued to watch Ayato out of the corner of her eye.
Outwardly, she wore an unhurried expression which radiated calm.
But inside, as she remembered the earnest look in his eyes as he'd saved her, her heart was a raging storm.
Her heart seemed to tie itself into knots as she struggled to understand what she felt. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"...Promise?"
Overhearing their words, Saya asked in surprise.
"I'd asked Julis to show me around campus."
"Riessfeld? Why?"
"Well, it's complicated. Either way, it has nothing to do with you, Sasamiya."
"...grr-"
Saya frowned unhappily.
"Let's go."
"Alright. See you tomorrow Saya."
"...Wait just a moment. If that's all he needs, then I'll be the one to show him around."
"What!?"
"Huh?"
This abrupt declaration left both Ayato and Julis speechless.
"I'm sorry, but we'll have to decline that offer. I refuse to back out on a promise."
"...Given how little you seem to want to show Ayato around, it seems best that I do so instead."
"W-who said anything about not wanting to show him around?! For starters, Sasamiya, you've only been a student here for a year. In comparison, I've been here since junior high. Which one of us is more appropriate should be obvious."
Sparks seemed to fly between the two of them.
"Um, listen here you two..."
Although Ayato tried to calm things down, neither party paid him the slightest bit of attention.
"Oh, well if that's how we're judging things, then I'm clearly the most suited for the job."
"Wha...!?"
Having appeared at some unknown point in time, Claudia spoke, as she stuck her head out from behind Ayato.
She held Ayato in her arms, her breasts pressed directly against his back.
At the sight of this scene, Julis and Saya's expressions grew more horrifying yet.
"Julis only transferred here in her third year of junior high. I started here."
"...Who're you?"
"What're you doing here?"
"Actually, strike that. Get out of here, Claudia!"
"Oh my. How terribly cold. It's such a rare opportunity, why don't I join in?"
"...No thanks."
"I decline."
"Alas, how unfortunate. Well then, there's the matter of the task for which I came. Everyone else, please stand back."
Claudia looked quite disappointed as she left her position on Ayato's back, instead handing him a file.
"Your appointment for Ogre Lux selection and compatibility testing has been determined. It will take place tomorrow. Please read over this document, and if you agree, sign here."
"Oh, that."
Although the appointment's date of the following day was rather sudden, it was a good opportunity to verify for himself whether or not the Ogre Lux in question had really been used by his sister. An opportunity he couldn't afford to pass up.
"I understand. That said, there's quite a lot here."
The document was over ten pages in length, with each page densely packed with words.
"What you're dealing with is Integrated Enterprise Foundation property, after all. Even if it's all just a formality, the preceding requirements process is looooong."
"The student council president herself is hand-delivering paperwork; it almost makes one think how leisurely the student council must be."
"Yep. This way we can ensure that all of our students are growing up to be good boys and girls."
Claudia cleverly dealt with Julis' sarcasm.
"...Claudia and Julis are good friends?"
"Just so."
"100% wrong."
At the simultaneous, yet completely constrasting answers, Ayato tilted his head in confusion.
"My, how terribly distant."
"We met a few times at the Wiener Opernball[7]. That's it. End of story."
The Wiener Opernball is Europe's largest opera ball.
For the young ladies of the upper crust, it presents a singular opportunity for social contact.
"Now that your task is complete, please leave."
"...Shoo, shoo."
"I wish everyone a delightful day. Since I will monopolize Ayato for all of tomorrow, allow me to first apologize to everyone."
Claudia curtsied, and left. Julis and Saya stared daggers at her back until it disappeared into the distance.
"I can't stand that fox! Just because her breasts are a little bit big, she thinks she can do whatever she wants...It's just useless fat anyway!"
"...I agree."
Saya nodded her agreement of Julis' words.
The former atmosphere of mutual hostility seemed like an illusion, giving way instead to mutual agreement.
"It's a pretty rare occasion, why don't the two of you show me around together?"
Hoping to preserve the good atmosphere, Ayato proposed a compromise.
"The two of us...?"
"..."
Julis and Saya stared at one another for a moment, before giving a grudging, wry smile.
"...I understand."
"Fine. Continuing to argue would just be a waste of time."
"Hah..."
Ayato wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression revealing his deep-seated relief.
And thus their party of three made their way around campus-
"This is the club building. While it's true that our school doesn't really have club activities, given the slightest hint of an interesting occurrence, you can be sure the Newspaper Club will be there, regardless of where it may be."
"...Nn, nn."
"This is the student union office. All matters concerning student welfare, appeals, etc. must pass through here."
"...I see."
"As for food services, I won't show you those right now. The school has seven cafeterias on the grounds, including a buffet. There's plenty of space underground, so it's being used in a variety of ways."
"...That's the first I've heard of it."
"Sasamiya, are you sure you don't need me to show you around as well?" Julis asked, as they stopped for a break in the central area.
"...What can I say? I'm bad with directions."
"And yet you volunteered to show others around?"
"Hehe."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"It's fine, isn't it? I've really learned a lot, thanks," Ayato said, languidly smiling as usual.
"I-if that's the case, then that's good."
"By the way, would you like something to drink? My treat."
"Red tea, if you would."
"...Apple juice, but not the kind that's made from concentrate."
"Got it."
Ayato walked around the large fountain, headed toward the high school building.
The vending machines in the junior high building were actually quite a bit closer to their current location, something Julis had just shared with him.
Julis considered that for a brief moment before laughing.
"...Riessfeld, let me ask you once more," Saya suddenly asked.
"What's up?"
"Why are you showing Ayato around?"
"You sure don't give up, do you? Forget it, I'll answer. I owe him a debt. That's why."
"A debt?"
Saya's question stopped Julis dead in her tracks, but she nonetheless answered openly.
"...Because in the middle of our duel, he helped me."
"A duel? Between Ayato and you?"
"That's right. You hadn't heard?"
Battles involving the Top Twelve were always a topic of discussion, and yesterday's duel was no exception.
It seemed this classmate of hers wasn't interested in the rankings.
"That's the most I'll say. Anything beyond that is private."
"...And the result?"
"Someone interfered during the middle of our fight. We never settled the matter."
"...That's weird."
"What is?"
"You fought with Ayato. There's no way you'd come out of it unharmed."
Julis found this utterly shocking statement unsurprisingly hard to swallow.
She considered for a moment that it might be a joke, but any chances of that were dispelled by the serious look in Saya's eyes.
"That's a rather rude estimation of my ability, don't you think?"
"...You are strong. I know that very well," Saya answered.
Saya's tone implied that such a thing was simple fact, which filled Julis with a strange, unsettling emotion.
"It's just that, at most, you're only around my level. That's nowhere near enough to be Ayato's opponent."
"––Ho. Someone's talking pretty big."
The atmosphere grew tense.
As far as Julis knew, Saya's name was not to be found in the Named Charts. Moreover, Saya was clearly aware of her classmate's formidable reputation.
Although it wasn't like she intentionally kept her distance from others, but Saya hadn't participated in the ranking matches at all.
It went without saying that the ranking matches weren't the be-all, end-all of things; Julis herself had said as much to Ayato just earlier. There were those who hated to stand out, and purposely kept a low profile until the Festa itself.
That said, there was no way Julis was just going to let that comment stand.
"Why don't we test that confidence of yours?"
"..."
Saya rose, and silently created some distance between herself and Julis.
Taking Saya's actions as acceptance, Julis stood, and pulled out her school badge.
"I, Julis Alexia van Riessfeld challenge Sasamiya Saya to a duel."
Her words finished, Julis reflexively jumped aside.
At nearly the same moment, the bench gave out a groan as it was pierced by several arrows in succession.
"!"
The attack had come from the direction of the fountain square, and thus couldn't have come from Saya.
"The fountain!?"
Having entered the water at some unknown point, a black-garbed assassin appeared, their lower body still submerged beneath the water, a bow-type Lux in hand.
"Ugh, another ambush, is it?"
In all likelihood, the perpetrator was the same as from the previous incident.
Laughing mockingly, Julis gathered her Prana, and called forth her flames.
"Bloom proudly–– LongiflorumWhite Firebloom of the Keen Lance!"
Appearing out of thin air, the flame lance was released immediately upon contact with the ground.
This perfectly-timed counterattack failed to either pierce or set aflame its intended target, and was instead blocked by a newly-appearing black shadow.
"There's one more than last time... and more than that, it's someone capable of actually holding off my flames."
The shadow who'd suddenly interfered in their battle was similarly clothed in black, and was using a large axe, requiring a two-handed grip, as a shield.
Although their manner of dress was utterly lacking in taste, it clearly denoted their role as partners. The still half-submerged attacker was slightly overweight, while his comrade was of rather large stature, nearly two meters in height.
She had no recollection of either that physique or that equipment, but this was hardly the time to be worried about something like that. Though neither of her opponents gave off much of a presence, they weren't likely opponents she could take lightly. Any questions she had could wait until she'd defeated them, and could beat the answers out of them.
Julis once again began to gather Prana, at which time––
"...~boom!~"
Accompanied by a deep rumble which shook the ground, the large assailant was thrown into the air.
He flew several dozen meters before finally impacting the ground with a vicious thump.
Initial shock aside, it seemed the impact had left him unable to move.
"...What?"
As the storm passed, Julis looked in the direction the attack had come from. There Saya stood holding a gun larger than her own body.
From the way things looked, Julis had a hard time deciding if Saya was holding that gigantic firearm up, or if it was holding her down.
"...What's that?"
"Thirty-eighth form, Lux-style grenade launcher - Helnekrom."
"When you say grenade launcher...you mean that thing shoots grenades?"
Saya nodded lightly, before absent-mindedly taking aim at the fountain.
"...Burst."
The firearm began to glow.
Prana massed in an instant, focused at the tip of the gun barrel. The light of its mana dite began to grow.
In other words-
"-Meteor Arts!"
The chunkier assassin jumped out of the water and made a break for it, but it was already too late.
"...~BOOM~"
Attended by an almost comical sound, the light burst forth, splitting the ground as it landed.
Their ears were assaulted by the booming roar of the explosion, which blew the fountain into dust.
Water poured out of the only part left standing, spilling over in all directions.
The scope of the explosion was on an entirely different level from Julis' own "Six-Petal Burst Firebloom". Its destructive capabilities were far closer to that of military armament.
"You're rather more extreme than you look."
"...Like you have room to talk."
Julis was struck dumb at her reply.
"I'm not going to thank you. I could have taken care of myself."
Though she faced a two-on-one confrontation, Julis had no doubt of her inevitable victory.
"Don't thank me. I only did that because they got in the way."
Saya continued in that monotone of hers, raising her head to catch Julis' eye.
"...Do you want to continue?"
Julis was confused for a moment until she realized Saya was referring to their duel. By now, however, that impulse had fled.
"No, that's not necessary. Your strength is real. I apologize for my disrespect earlier."
"...That's good."
Saya released her weapon.
This was just Julis' opinion, but the girl in front of her was undoubtedly a little odd.
"Alright, let's grab these two and hand them over to the disciplinary committee."
Almost as if they'd read her mind, the two assailants chose that moment to disappear into the forest.
There was no hint of the tall and large male from earlier.
"Well, they definitely seem healthy enough."
"...I'm amazed."
It seemed the two had managed to evade the powerful attack from just now. Normally speaking, one wouldn't be able to move an inch after something like that...
"Whatever. If we were to just blindly follow after them, it's likely we'd fall for a trap. On another note, Sasamiya, you just blasted school property into smithereens. Make sure you follow all procedures for cleanup, alright?"
"...Why me?"
"Because you were the one who blew up the fountain, of course."
"...Too much of a hassle. I leave things in your capable hands."
"What do you mean you're leaving it to me? Who do you think you're kidding here?"
"He~y!"
In the middle of their game of irresponsibility-hot potato, Ayato returned from the high school building.
"I just heard this huge boom...wai-, wha!? What the heck happened here!?"
Ayato shouted in surprise at the desolate scene before him.
"Some stuff happened, right, Sasamiya?"
"...?"
Too much had happened to make it worth explaining in detail.
"I'm still a little confused, but...Uwah-!"
Ayato, who had been guardedly glancing around until now, suddenly flushed up to his ears, casting his glance aside in a hurry.
His actions perplexed Julis for a moment's length before she suddenly understood.
The destroyed fountain was spraying water all over this area, which naturally included Saya and herself. Their clothes were thoroughly soaked.
Since they were wearing the thinner, lighter fabric that went with the summer uniform, the cloth adhered tightly to their forms.
Their curves showed clearly through.
Double-checking, the stripes on her underwear were clearly visible.
"Wha, wai-! D, don't look! If you look, I'll kill you!"
"I, I didn't see anything!"
"...Our clothes are all see-through. How scandalous."
"S-Sayamiya! Cover yourself! Wait, your underwear...?"
Julis looked over at Saya, whose clothes similarly stuck to her body. What she saw, however, left her stunned.
Even if their clothes were both soaked through, there was one stark difference.
"...It's rather unfortunate, but it's not necessary for me yet."
At Saya's unconcerned tone, Julis gripped her head in frustration.
"Hurry up and find something to cover her with! NOW!"
"R, right!"
Given the destruction of the fountain and the insatiable appetite for gossip of their school's students, they were certain to appear at any moment.
Watching Ayato race off into the distance, Julis sighed.
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