Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei - Volume 05 - Summer Holiday Chapter Page 10

  Besides, although this game was for fun, it could not be looked at as a mere diversion. The scenarios in this simulation game had been created by the Magic University’s Military Research department; the algorithm had been upgraded by each division of the defense forces, so its urban combat scenarios for magicians were so accurate that it could be used for practice simulations.

  "…Waiting in ambush there is probably a little too evil. And also, deliberately descending the rope without magic and the rest…"

  Masaki’s grumbling might have been a monologue. Nevertheless, Kichijouji soon responded to his remarks.

  "Leaving aside your point about the ambush, haven’t we seen the tactic of deliberately not using magic because it would draw the opponent’s attention recently, Masaki?"

  Kichijouji’s tone had not changed from conversational, but Masaki’s response was to snap his eyes open and grind his back teeth with great vigor.

  "That guy…"

  "Yes. The tactic he used against Second High School in the Newcomers Tournament of Monolith Code."

  Masaki used "that guy" and Kichijouji used "he" for the same person, First High School first year Shiba Tatsuya; between the two of them there was no need to verify that they meant the same person.

  While agreeing to Masaki’s words, Kichijouji opened up the game menu screenshot and chose save and close. After all, he knew Masaki’s mind was no longer on the game.

  A pause inquiry appeared on Masaki’s monitor. Masaki chose "yes" and extinguished his monitor; like Kichijouji, he shut his notebook style terminal and turned to face him again.

  The first to open his mouth was Kichijouji.

  "Masaki, for better or worse I think you overuse Oudou[3]."

  "That touched a nerve."

  At Kichijouji’s point, Masaki made a pained smile and shook his head.

  "I don’t like saying these things, but for now I want you to listen."

  Kichijouji face was slightly stiff as he spoke, and the smile had disappeared from his lips.

  "I don’t intend to be closed-minded about this matter. What else?"

  "I know, sorry."

  Instead of doing what Masaki said, Kichijouji used words to continue easing the tension.

  "Oudou is not a bad thing, since Oudou is the most practical and fastest path you can use to reach a destination. Besides, even if I tell you to use a lot of surprise moves and clever tricks, it wouldn’t really suit your personality, Masaki."

  "Yeah, that’s probably true."

  Once again, Masaki’s face sported a pained smile. This time Kichijouji did not seem to take it as a rebuke and a tinge of laughter entered his voice.

  "Good. Since that is definitely true, Masaki."

  While a smile was on his face, Kichijouji narrowed his eyes even further. In a certain sense, it was a dazzling expression.

  "Did you mean that as praise?"

  However, Masaki responded in a tone that made a joke of it; perhaps he didn’t notice, or was pretending not to notice, or possibly there was another explanation.

  "Relax, since it’s mostly a compliment."

  "Mostly, eh."

  As if they had it planned for it to happen, the two simultaneously started chuckling.

  "After all not only is it impossible for Masaki to use the same kind of tactics as he does, it is also probably not necessary."

  Immediately after the laughter disappeared, Kichijouji returned to the topic with serious expression on his face.

  "I think what Masaki must learn is not how to use clever tricks but how to deal with clever tricks."

  "…You don’t just mean in simulation games by that, do you?"

  Kichijouji nodded visibly to the uncertain tone and gaze.

  "True, I’m not just talking about simulation games. I am going to speak plainly."

  As he spoke, Kichijouji temporarily trimmed away any placating phrases.

  "If all we do is train in a reckless manner, next year’s Nine Schools Competition will probably be the same kind of failure as this year’s was."

  There was a small silence until Masaki raised a question to be certain he understood the meaning beneath that remark.

  "Are you saying my way of doing things is wrong?"

  "I did not say it was meaningless."

  While Kichijouji’s reply was indirect, there was no room for misunderstanding.

  "If that’s all you train, you’ll need outside help. Training will become your flesh and blood."

  But Masaki was not confused by the superficial encouragement. That he intuitively understood what Kichijouji wanted to say was evident by his next words.

  "But victory and defeat are not determined by strength alone."

  Even though he had anticipated them, Kichijouji’s words were a bitter pill for Masaki to swallow.

  "Masaki. Even now, I believe you are more powerful than Shiba Tatsuya."

  "But, I lost."

  Masaki’s tone was flat, as if he did not want to hear his own words.

  "I know that. It wasn’t just you, Masaki. I, too, lost to the Yoshida family’s magician of Ancient Magic. In spite of the fact, I am the clear winner in terms of speed. We also lost as a team to First High School. Our opponents’ true power surpassed our expectations. That is certainly true, however…"

  On the other hand, a hint of caution was displayed in Kichijouji’s voice as if he was furiously thinking, rechecking his conclusions as he spoke them.

  "I think where we ultimately failed was in the field of strategy. Additionally, rather than being entrapped by our opponents’ plan, my opinion is we screwed up."

  With this statement of Kichijouji, Masaki tilted his head with a doubtful look on his face.

  "I don’t think there was anything wrong in George’s strategy, but…"

  Masaki’s words weren’t meant to comfort Kichijouji, this was what he really thought.

  However, Kichijouji shook his head at those words.

  "No, my strategy was wrong. Looking back, I certainly sunk us with the plan."

  "…I don’t really understand what you mean."

  "To be brief. I probably shouldn’t have ‘meddled with the plan’ in that match. I shouldn’t have concentrated on controlling our opponents’ actions; it would have been better if we had kept to our usual way of fighting."

  As Masaki questioned him with a look, Kichijouji cut off his words, and read the fact that Masaki still wasn’t getting it from his face; while thinking ‘it can’t be helped’, Kichijouji continued explaining.

  "It was not necessary for Masaki to get close to him in that match."

  It can’t be helped, he thought again, this is how I am useful to Masaki. Kichijouji did not realize how much joy he felt over being able to compensate for Masaki’s weak spots.

  "If we had kept to Masaki’s original style, long distance bombardment, we wouldn’t have lost that advantage. Since the open field setting was without vegetation, it was not necessary to guard against attacks from blind spots. I was probably concentrating on him too much."

  Masaki did not say anything to console him and nodded as Kichijouji placed the blame on himself.

  "The cause of our defeat in that match was my mistakes in strategy. But, there is a point I also want Masaki to reflect on."

  "Uh-oh, this time it’s my turn, huh."

  As Masaki purposely appeared taken aback, Kichijouji replied with a broad and evil grin.

  "You were following the plan, but, Masaki, if you had been a little more wary of your opponent’s tricks, you could’ve avoided that last sound attack. Masaki, you chose to intercept when he closed the gap between the two of you for hand to hand combat, but there would have been a different result if you had leaped back for a moment."

  "That really touched a nerve… in short, George, you’re trying to tell me not to become a daredevil, to remember to hold the line?"

  They took preventive measures to keep the mood of their after action review from becoming too serious and to a certain e
xtent they were successful.

  "A little different. I think I said it before, but tricks don’t suit you, Masaki. And also, I don’t think you have to learn trickery yourself; I think it would be better if you learn what to do if you’ve fallen for one of your opponent’s ploys."

  "Specifically?"

  Masaki was neither depressed nor rebellious over Kichijouji’s harsh criticism and asked for a positive plan of action to fix his weaknesses. For a long time, this had been the way the pair operated.

  "I think we need to work on situational judgment: when to temporarily retreat to take a look at the situation, when to smash through to victory by sheer power, and when to play for time and consult those who are acting as your staff officers. For the rest, developing the sensitivity to know something is going on."

  Masaki mulled over the proposal he received from Kichijouji with a sour look. This face probably indicated that he had been already aware of what he needed to do himself. Kichijouji did not doubt that the admonition of touching a nerve indicated that Masaki was giving his words his complete attention.

  "Therefore, instead of abusing our body, let’s forge our minds. Not with games like this one — I will seek a strategic simulation game that is closer to realistic war conditions for us."

  "Urk…"

  Within the low moan of Masaki’s voice, real actual gloom could be heard; without thinking, Kichijouji burst out laughing.

  "Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself, Shinkurou-kun. What are you talking about?"

  Just as Kichijouji was sniggering, Akane knocked and at once opened the door and entered the room.

  "Akane… I’ve always told you to wait until you get an answer before you open the door, right?"

  Masaki admonished his sister.

  "Isn’t it okay since Shinkurou-kun is here? If the one Nii-san was holed up with here was a girl then even I would have restrained myself."

  Akane, without a trace of demureness, approached the table facing Kichijouji and Masaki.

  "Akane, err."

  "What. You don’t want anything to drink Nii-san?"

  Masaki’s pained expression changed to a sour one without him speaking and while Kichijouji watched over the siblings’ warm (crude) exchange, Akane set down two glasses of iced coffee and one glass of iced cocoa.

  Masaki queried about the extra glass without a word.

  Akane answered her brother’s question with an impish look and discreetly sat down on the chair next to Kichijouji. —While Akane had placed the glasses on the table, Kichijouji had tactfully moved the things that they had been storing on the stool. Apparently scenes like this were a normal occurrence for this household.

  "Hey, Shinkurou-kun, why were you laughing? Nii-san did something ridiculous again?"

  While sitting on the stool, Akane turned her gaze and the rest of her towards Kichijouji.

  "Akane, are those really the kind of words you should say to your own brother…"

  To his little sister who was clearly having fun at his expense, Masaki made an extremely earnest objection — that is to say, he attacked her with complaints, however.

  "I didn’t say it to Nii-san. I was addressing Shinkurou-kun."

  Receiving this truly impertinent answer, Masaki was too speechless to even make a faux pas.

  Possibly satisfied for now by joking with Kichijouji, Akane left the room after about five minutes.

  The two high school boys exchanged a tired laugh over being toyed with by an elementary school girl. No matter how young a "woman" is, she is still undoubtedly a "woman".

  "…Sorry, she’s troublesome"

  "Hahahaha…"

  Kichijouji replied with meaningless laughter to the apology spoken by Masaki, who was so crestfallen that his shoulders drooped.

  "No, umm, isn’t it good that she’s spirited?"

  Kichijouji tried to come up with something safe and comforting to say, but,

  "As her elder brother, I wish she would exercise that spirit more discreetly, but..."

  Masaki was not able to stop whining. On the contrary, his monologue of "compared to that guy’s sister", "Why does that person have to be that guy’s sister", "I’m jealous", "It’s so unfair" "Darn it, unforgivable!" and the like gradually escalated. Slowly, Kichijouji realized that if he couldn’t detour him from this path, it would get really bad.

  "Now, now. I think Akane-chan is fine."

  He said, but,

  "George, you…"

  Unfortunately, Kichijouji had made a critical error in his phrasing.

  "If you go for that type, I’m not going to say anything crude, but…"

  "Eh?"

  Receiving a look mixed with revulsion and wariness from Masaki, Kichijouji at last realized his screw up.

  "At least wait till she graduates from elementary school before courting her, for my sake, please."

  "Uh, umm..."

  Kichijouji intended to explain that he was wrong. What he actually meant to say was "I think Akane-chan’s personality is fine the way it is".

  "I trust you, George. Say you’re not a lolicon, please."

  However, for some reason not one word of "denial" made its way out of his throat. Maybe he was unable to say a word that might be interpreted as a rejection of Akane; if Masaki took it that way he might not be able to continue his relationship with the Ichijou family due to the misunderstanding… unfortunately, those thoughts instantly struck Kichijouji.

  Mending his friendship with Masaki was more important than correcting the misunderstanding.

  Subconsciously.

  He wasn’t even aware of it himself.

  "Absolutely! I am not a lolicon!"

  For no reason he knew of, Kichijouji once again failed to correct the mistake and he let the big mix-up remain out of his own will.

  He did not have any freedom to think about what kind of earthquake might come from the big fault line in his relationship with Masaki that the mix up created; Kichijouji could do no more than endure Masaki’s cool stare. —Even if you called it an earthquake, this was nothing more than a private matter in the first place.

  Kichijouji did not even have the freedom to do anything like wishing for an unknown time in the future in which he could think. Finally unable to endure any more, Kichijouji changed the subject in desperation.

  "Enough about me, Masaki how about you!? Have you made a little progress with her?"

  It’s too late for regrets. Though, it’s normal for regret to come after. The moment after the words he spoke to change the subject left his mouth, Kichijouji thought "Aw, nuts…" with intense regret.

  "If by her you mean ‘that her’ then no progress."

  The frozen expressionless look on his face was more stone mask than poker face; in a voice that matched the face, Masaki made answers like "none" and "I’ve gained nothing".

  "…What?"

  A voice shouted stop in his heart. That was the voice of Kichijouji’s common sense. But by the time his inhibitions returned, Kichijouji’s tongue and lips could not help forming questions.

  "You can’t get in touch with her?"

  "I didn’t ask for her contact information."

  "Why!? Didn’t you dance with her, Masaki. She did not seem to dislike you."

  "I don’t think she hated me either. But, it’s hopeless."

  He could hear the emotions Masaki was holding back in his voice; even Kichijouji felt so much pressure he found it difficult to breathe.

  "But, why!?"

  "She’s that guy’s sister. Until I erase the stain of defeat, I feel unworthy to pursue her."

  Kichijouji did not say that he thought the girl would not care about that. He thought it would be irresponsible to say that without due consideration; even if that was the truth, it would be meaningless since it did not keep it from bothering Masaki.

  He did not feel like laughing it off as foolish stubbornness. Quite the contrary, he wouldn’t be Masaki if he did not get obstinate about this type of thing, Kichijouji thou
ght.

  His next words gushed out easily from within him without hesitation or calculation.

  "I’ll help you, Masaki. No, not help you. Let’s wipe out the stain of defeat together."

  "Yeah. I’m counting on you."

  ◊ ◊ ◊

  Masaki’s father, Gouki, had a sudden dinner meeting with a client, so he would be coming home late today.

  Naturally, he cancelled dinner. Five people gathered around the dining table for the Ichijou family evening meal: Masaki; Midori, his mother; Akane; Masaki’s even younger sister, Ruri; and Kichijouji. Masaki sat across from Kichijouji with Ruri next to him. Kichijouji sat next to Akane and Midori sat at the head of the table to watch over all of them.

  The mood of the evening meal was the usual one. Akane was gaily chatting to Kichijouji; across from them, Ruri was silently working her chopsticks.

  Masaki was flicking his gaze back and forth between his sisters being a busybody and Midori was watching over her children’s actions with a bright smile.

  It had been three weeks since Kichijouji had last partaken an evening meal with the Ichijou family. That being said, because ten of those days were the period spent on the Nine Schools competition (the total days actually spent was two weeks), it had not really been a long period of time.

  "Shinkurou-kun, it’s been a while since you’ve come to our house. Have you been busy?"

  Nevertheless, it seemed like Midori viewed it differently.

  "That’s right. It would be better if he came over to play more often."

  As expected, Akane voiced her agreement. Kichijouji did not commit the folly of objecting.

  "You probably just want to play."

  "Oh, Nii-san jealous? It’s ok-ay, because I won’t take Shinkurou-kun away from Nii-san."