Chapter 2.3 (1/2)
PART 3
(Eh? Now look at Miss Unexpectedly Fashionable……)
And strangely enough, Masumi had somewhat of a mischievous face. It was probably for the first time this week that she saw an age-appropriate expression on her face. At that moment, Mikoto’s heart even skipped a beat.
“I am a Disciplinary Committee member. That is why I won’t forgive sexual harassment. If night activities weren’t prohibited by the teachers, I would patrol the corridors myself.”
“Ah……”
So that how it is.
Under the mask of elegance, this adorable little angel was hiding a strong sense of justice. She probably wanted to end the matter of harassment herself, and had a likewise opinion on the matter as them.
(I guess you shouldn’t judge people based on their appearance.)
Mikoto thinks like that while Masumi gives her a quiet nod and walks away, at the same time thinking that she’s not really the one to talk here about things like that.
And although her sister’s advice was right, at this rate they were going to make next to zero progress. Masumi could help them, even if it was as simple as collecting information from students ––
(Yeah, I should talk about this with Takeru later!)
Mikoto, having regained her normal mood, purred and stretched her back just like a cat.
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That night ––
(Uhh, of course I know this was my fault, but…… I knew it, I don’t feel good at all.)
While waiting for the demons in the courtyard, Mikoto was feeling rather gloomy. She consulted the idea of having Masumi help them out with Takeru, and as a result she was scolded soundly.
“With Kayama-san, at first we were talking only about information collecting, too. No matter how many times we are going to go through with this, Sis, I’m always going to get mad!”
Takeru was super scary when she was mad. Her green eyes would emit that ruthless light, that felt like it would burn a hole through your chest. Right now Mikoto just couldn’t bring herself to say anything, being too scared of her sister’s threatening attitude ––.
(The situation is just like that the last time, but Fujisawa-san is different from Kayama-san, I know this better than you. If we and up being useless we will have to retreat for sure…… Takeru know this as much as I do. If I can talk with her, maybe she wouldn’t jump to conclusions so soon!)
Just like that, they separated from each other, and all this time Mikoto’s thoughts were all something like this. The only thing that she really hated about Takeru, was that because of her vast knowledge she was often prone to getting ahead of herself. To know your own limitations, it is sometimes necessary to become humble –– Mikoto heard thoughtful things like that time and time again,
“Here they come! Are you ready!?”
Takeru’s voice could be heard, shouting through the Guiding Voice.
“Eh!? Ah, yeah!”
With a sigh Mikoto goes back to herself, holding a stuffed black cat toy hanging on her wrist in a hurry.
(Not good! Not good! I dozed off!)
Impatiently suppressing her own feelings, she closed her hand tightly on black cat, concentrating.
“Oh, thou that connects the valleys of dimensions, mirror of the world. My Lord, evening of life, open!”
Spreading her fingers while invoking words of power,
Paaaaaaa–––––––––!
A surge of dazzling light. The black stuffed cat dissapears, opening the corridor between dimensions. From it, Mikoto’s [ki] overflows –– [Raikou].
“Listen to my word, originating form the blood of Shiratori, Sword of Exorcisms!”
As if responding to the clear [ki], magic energy spread all over the school began to gather in front of her and swirl. Glass shaking in windows, earth trembling beneath her feet.
(So fast! Just how many……!)
As usual, from a place that connects with the corridor, black fog came springing. Mikoto wiped off the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, imagining a sword in a red sheath in her mind and continuing the spell.
“Answer to my call! Answer to out covenant! My name is Mikoto……”
Crush!
Magic barrier broke, a white shadow jumped out of it.
“……! Mikoto!?”
Looking at the yet-to-materialize Sword of Exorcism of her sister, Takeru’s usually unchanged expression becomes pale in an instant. Splashes rolled with remaining momentum, jumping over Mikoto from behind. Following to the back, black fog rose from there, with overflowing and swelling tentacles.
(I won’t make it in time!)
There was no time for regrets.
“In the name of Shiratori Mikoto!!Manifest, Sword of Exorcisms –– [Raikou]!!”
Gah!
Fueled by magic, thunder strike roared, illuminating the whole courtyard. In her left hand appeared Sword of Exorcisms. Mikoto drew the sword almost instantly, not even waiting for the sparks dancing throughout the sheath to disappear.