Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei - Volume 01 - Enrollment Chapter (I) Read online

  Yakumo and Tatsuya exchanged blows again.

  It was not just Miyuki whose hands were clenched in anxiety.

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  Ever since Tatsuya was a junior high first year student, or to be precise since October, this kind of chaos would occur and finish before a relative peace would settle upon the grounds every morning. The disciples would return to their own exercises, and the only ones who would remain before the main building would be the siblings, Tatsuya and Miyuki, along with Yakumo.

  "Sensei, here. Would Onii-sama like some as well?"

  "Ooh, Miyuki-kun, thanks."

  "...Please wait a little."

  With one hand Yakumo, still sweating, took the cup and towel from Miyuki with a smile while Tatsuya, breathing roughly and sprawled out on the ground, raised a hand in acknowledgement before painstakingly picking himself up.

  "Onii-sama, are you alright...?"

  As Tatsuya struggled to rise, Miyuki, with a worried expression, knelt down beside him without concern for her clothes and began to wipe him with a towel in hand.

  "Yeah, I’m fine."

  Neither of them noticed the warm expression Yakumo was making as Tatsuya took the towel from Miyuki and, after a pause, gathered his strength and sprang up.

  "I’m sorry, I ended up getting your skirt dirty."

  Tatsuya’s jacket was, naturally, also stained with dirt, but Miyuki did not need to point that out.

  "This much is nothing."

  Miyuki smiled in response and instead of brushing off her skirt, took out a thin mobile terminal. The front of the device was almost entirely taken up by a force feedback panel, upon which she began entering digits.

  Miyuki was holding a type of general mobile CAD. The most popular form is a bracelet, as the risk of dropping a mobile is considerable. The advantage of Miyuki's CAD is that it can be used with one hand, since advanced magicians disliked having both hands occupied, these are preferred.

  A complex pattern of light was drawn with the left hand holding the CAD, as the magic was initiated.

  The tool of a modern magician, in place of wands and tomes, a machine produced by magical engineering: the CAD.

  This device, which incorporates synthetic materials that convert psion signals into electric signals, uses the psion from a magic ritual to produce a collection of electronic magic—the activation ritual.

  The activation ritual is the blueprint of magic. Within it exists information equal or greater to the combined data of lengthy incantations, complex symbols, and rapid shift mudras.

  Mages infuse Psion particles inherent in their bodies into the activation sequence output by the CAD, and feed that from the subconscious magic processing system present in all magicians into the magic operations area. Here the activation sequence is expanded, and all the necessary parameters input, in order to assemble the magic ritual.

  In this way, the CAD allows the processing of all the necessary components for magic in a single moment.

  Evanescent clouds appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around Miyuki from her skirt to her black leggings, all the way down to her sandals.

  Particles also flew out from the air, and poured from Tatsuya’s back all the way around his whole body.

  After the thin mist cleared up, the uniform and jacket of the two were immaculate as ever.

  "Onii-sama, would you like breakfast? If sensei wants, you may join as well."

  Miyuki, as if that had been only natural, asked in a light tone as she raised the basket.

  In fact, Tatsuya knew full well that such an amount of magic was indeed "nothing at all" to his sister.

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  Both Tatsuya and Yakumo were sitting down on the veranda, stuffing themselves with sandwiches.

  Miyuki held a sandwich in one hand, and with the other gallantly serviced Tatsuya by handing him tea and plates.

  As he watched this scene with a smile, Yakumo had sensed ill will coming from somewhere; after wiping his hands and mouth with a towel held out by a shaven pupil, he put his hands together and bowed towards Miyuki, whispering something in a quiet voice:

  "It’s possible that I’m unable to beat Tatsuya-kun in pure martial arts already..."

  There was unmistakable admiration.

  If any other students had been around, envy would have been inevitable. Indeed, the disciples waiting on Yakumo were directing a mixture of jealousy and envy at Tatsuya upon hearing those words.

  Miyuki was beaming as much as if those words had been directed at her.

  However, Tatsuya’s heart was unable to be moved by such simple praise.

  "I can’t say I’m terribly gratified by those words, considering you just demolished me earlier..."

  At Tatsuya’s grumbling rebuttal, Yakumo gave a surprised laugh.

  "That’s only natural, Tatsuya-kun. I am your master after all, and I had faced you in an arena where I am dominant.

  You are still fifteen. If I had fallen to someone who’s only half my age, all my disciples would be running out on me."

  "I believe Onii-sama should be more honest. It’s rare to be praised by sensei, so I think you should take this opportunity to laugh proudly."

  Miyuki was still preaching in her virtuous tone, but her mouth was shaped in a smile.

  "...I think that would make me look just a bit like a prick..."

  Both Yakumo and Miyuki were laughing happily, and even Tatsuya was not so stubborn as to not chide himself and join in.

  Tatsuya’s bitter smile changed into wryness, all the severity fading away.

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  In general both commuting to work and school is now accomplished via mini railcars in depots that leave on a systematic schedule. The concept of the ‘full train’ is a thing of the past.

  It’s not just trains, but all major forms of public transport have undergone drastic changes in the last century.

  Large vehicles that accommodate dozens of passengers in designated seats are no longer used, except in some high speed long haul cases.

  A small vehicle called the Cabinet, which consists of a small linear two or four seat car linked to a central control system, is now mainstream.

  Both power and energy is derived from the tracks, so the size is about half of a self-propelled car of the same capacity.

  People line up sequentially on a platform to board the Cabinets, that derive the destination from a ticket or pass, then move off along the tracks.

  The tracks are divided into three speeds and there is a traffic control system that manages the flow of traffic, as well as overseeing the transitioning of cars from the slow tracks to the high speed tracks, the shift from high speed back to slow as the car approaches the destination, and the docking of the car at the destination platform.

  It’s similar to lane changing while on a highway, and such a high density operation was only made possible thanks to advances in control technology, as it’s necessary to securely consolidate the running of dozens of cars that transport the same amount as a larger vehicles would have in the past.

  In the case of medium to long haul commutes between cities, Cabinets are shelved and trailers run on a fourth high speed track instead. The larger trailers allow the passenger to travel in greater comfort with more amenities, but these are rarely used in regular commuting.

  The romantic clichés of the past, such as the chance meeting on the train, can no longer occur on the daily commute to school anymore.

  In return for not even being able to meet with friends, the threat of the ‘chikan’ is thoroughly eradicated.

  Within the Cabinet there is no security camera or mike.

  One cannot leave the seat while the car is moving, and there are emergency bulkheads that separate the seats. Furthermore, the public consensus was that privacy is preferred.

  The train nowadays has the same privacy as a private car. There are Cabinets with security measures that seat only one passenger, or one can ride a two seat car alone (taking a four seat with two or
less people incurs a surcharge), but of course, Tatsuya and Miyuki don’t travel separately and today they’re commuting to school together as well.

  "Onii-sama, the thing is..."

  Tatsuya, who was looking at the news via the terminal screen, heard those hesitant words and looked up in a hurry.

  It’s rare for his sister to speak in such a reluctant manner. It must be something bad.

  "Yesterday evening, I received a call from those people..."

  "Those people? Ahh... by that, did Father do something to anger you again?"

  "No, it’s...

  Those people, have been vigorously celebrating their daughter’s school admission. And... Onii-sama, have they really...?"

  "Ahh, as you say... it’s the same as always."

  At her brother’s words she dropped her face as her features clouded, and in the next moment the sound of her teeth grinding together in anger could be heard drifting out from under the long hair that hid her expression.

  "I see... no matter how you look at it, it was a rather fleeting hope, but in the end, they didn’t even bother sending an email to Onii-sama... those people are, those..."

  "Calm down."

  As Miyuki struggled against an anger that could not be expressed with words, Tatsuya who was sitting beside her, took her hands into his firm grip and gave a squeeze.

  The temperature inside the car, that had suddenly plummeted, activated the heaters out of season, and a warm wind blew throughout the now silent cabin.

  "...I’m very sorry. I became upset."

  After making sure that the uncontrolled flow of magic had stopped, Tatsuya let go of Miyuki.

  He then clapped lightly while looking into Miyuki’s eyes and smiling gently, showing there was nothing wrong.

  "I ignored Father’s wish of continuing to help with company work and entered high school. I didn’t expect any congratulations at all. That much of Father’s nature at least you should understand right?"

  "For my own parent to act so pathetically childish, it’s infuriating. In the first place if he wanted to separate me from Onii-sama, he should notify me and then Aunt first, but he doesn’t even have the courage for that.

  In any case, when will they stop thinking they can use Onii-sama however they please?

  Is it not to be expected that a 15 year-old would enter senior high?"

  The thought of her Aunt being notified and so forth caused him to recall severe discomfort but — just because someone ordered it, Tatsuya would never have any intention of leaving Miyuki by herself — without bringing that up, Tatsuya’s face unintentionally slipped into a hollow mask and he gave a cynical laugh.

  "There is no compulsory education, so it’s not exactly expected per say.

  Both Father and Sayuri-san have approved my coming of age, so I’m sure they’re simply trying to find a way to make me useful.

  If they think they can indebt me like that though, then I’ll also show my true intentions."

  "...If you say so, Onii-sama..."

  There was considerable reluctance, but Miyuki gave a nod, and Tatsuya breathed a sigh of relief.

  Miyuki does not know the full truth of Tatsuya’s involvement with the Magical Engineer equipment maker, ‘Four Leaves Technology’, where their father serves as the developmental section chief.

  He had made up many things in his spare time, so misinforming her into believing he had a reasonable job was a simple task.

  If she knew that in truth he was merely used as a piece of recovery equipment for research samples, it was very possible that she could have paralyzed the entire transport system.

  In spite of his fears however, the train moved on steadily as it began the transition onto the slow lane.

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  In the first year class E, there was a considerable sense of chaos. In all probability, a similar scene was playing out throughout the other classrooms.

  Many students met each other just yesterday, and already small groups have formed up here and there chatting away.

  With no new acquaintances to greet, Tatsuya was trying to find his own terminal by eyeing the numbers stamped into each desk when, suddenly his name was called unexpectedly, he looked up.

  "Morning~!"

  Erika’s voice was as vibrant as ever.

  "Good morning."

  Beside her, Mizuki’s smile was comparatively modest.

  As if they were already on good terms, Erika was seated next to Mizuki waving her hand.

  It seems like they had been talking until they found him.

  Tatsuya raised a hand in acknowledgement, then walked over to the pair.

  Rather than a coincidence, it seems like they had been sorted alphabetically; hence as Shiba and Shibata, Tatsuya was next to Mizuki.

  "It seems we’ll be next to each other, pleased to make your acquaintance."

  "Yes, I’ll be in your care."

  Mizuki answered Tatsuya’s words with a smile. Beside them (or rather, above them), Erika had a rather dissatisfied expression, probably on purpose.

  "For some reason, I feel left out?"

  Her voice echoed out in a rather incredulous fashion.

  However, this level of cuteness was not enough to reach Tatsuya.

  "Leaving out Chiba-san would be an extremely difficult matter."

  His tone and expression deadpan, he looked over at Erika with lidded eyes. He didn’t seem like he was acting in the least.

  "...The heck is that supposed to mean?"

  "Simply that your sociability knows no bounds."

  Despite Erika’s unwavering gaze, Tatsuya’s poker face didn’t flicker an inch. Rather, it was Erika who broke first.

  "...Shiba-kun, is actually a bad character?"

  As Mizuki fell over laughing, Tatsuya set his ID card into the terminal and began an information check.

  From course regulations, disciplinary regulations and rules concerning the use of facilities to admission associated events, automatic activity guides and the curriculum for the semester; countless flashes of information scrolled through his head as he operated the terminal with just the keyboard, and when he looked up, it was into the face of a male student looking back at him from the seat in front with wide eyes.

  "...It’s not like I have a problem with you watching me, but..."

  "Eh? Ahh, my bad.

  It’s something pretty rare, so I ended up staring."

  "Rare?"

  "I’m pretty sure it’s rare now, right? This is the first time I have seen someone only using keyboard input."

  "If you’re experienced, this method is faster. Although between this, visual pointers, and neural assistance, it’s also the least accurate."

  "Yeah. The speed is amazing. That should be enough to keep you comfortable for quite a while right?"

  "No... possibly a part-time job at best."

  "That so...?

  Whoa, I haven’t introduced myself yet.

  I’m Saijou Leonhart. My father’s a half and my mother’s a quarter, so while I look Japanese, my name is Western, and my specialty is Convergent Systematic Reinforcement magic. My desired course is to hone my body and become either riot police or a mountain corpsman.

  You can call me Leo."

  For the youth of today, having a career that they've previously decided to aspire to by the time of high school is generally unusual, but magic high schools are the exception. The course that magicians (at this stage still eggs, or chicks) undertake are closely tied to their talent, or rather natural ability. That was why Tatsuya didn't find Leo's insertion of his hopes for the future in his self introduction strange at all.

  "I’m Shiba Tatsuya. But just Tatsuya’s fine."

  "Ok, Tatsuya.

  So, what magic do you specialize in?"

  "My practical skills are severely lacking, so I'm planning on becoming a Magic Engineer."

  "I see... no wonder you look so smart."

  Magic Engineers, or Magic Artificers, are abbreviations for magical e
ngineering specialists and refer to the ones who coordinate, develop and manufacture the machinery that amplifies, strengthens and assists with magic.

  In terms of social standing they are below that of proper magicians, but their demand in industry is far greater than that of magicians. The income of a top Magic Artificer can readily surpass that of a top magician.

  Because of that, it's not uncommon for those who lack ability in pure magic to aim for becoming Magic Artificers......

  "Eh, what's this? Shiba-kun, you want to become a Magic Artificer?"

  "Tatsuya, who the heck is this random guy?"

  At the sight of Erika bounding up with all the tension of one who's snooping around for a scoop, Leo pointed and asked with some distaste.

  "Wha, calling someone a 'random guy' all of a sudden? Not to mention pointing? How rude, how rude! How absolutely rude! This must be why you're not popular!"

  "The hell? The rude one here is you! Just cos you're slightly good looking, don't get all stuck up!"

  "Looks are very important y'know? Although I suppose someone as sloppy and wild looking as you wouldn't understand.

  And what's with that slang, that kind of thing is from the wrong century. Why don't you get with the times~?"

  "Wha, wha, wha..."

  Erika had a scornful sneer on her face, while Leo was speechless and sputtering.

  "...Erika-chan, please stop. You went a bit far."

  "Leo, just drop it. You're both wrong and further arguing will be pointless."

  Both Mizuki and Tatsuya intervened, in an attempt to dispel the volatile air.

  "...If Mizuki says so."

  "...Got it."

  The two of them averted their eyes while they turned around.

  Tatsuya thought that with their similar strength of mind and unyielding nature, they were actually rather compatible.

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  As the first bell rang, the students began to dissipate and make their way back to their own seats.