You give Kaoru's motionless form a rueful glance. "One of us has to carry him upstairs."
There's a moment of silence while you both eye Kaoru, who is taller than either of you and has a certain degree of muscle that you and Kyoko lack. And another term for inactive muscle is 'dead weight.'
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sad trombones)
I'm pretty sure Zaiyu could transport Kaoru with dendrites or magic or something, but there's no way he could do so in a way that looks plausible to Kyoko. He just said he strained himself trying to cast a real spell.
"Might as well see what it was put down here to guard. But I'm really not gonna be helpful in another fight."
She appears to believe you. Good.
Hopefully no more guards show up to call Zaiyu's bluff.
On second thought, I hope something calls Zaiyu's bluff, forcing him to reveal another sliver of the truth, alongside lies about why he's been hiding stuff so far and will continue to hide stuff in the future.
Those scans… you won't claim to be an expert on human biology, but you have been telepathically connected to a mana eater. And Shiori's brain scans remind you of Sasori's uncertain thoughts and that deep, empty hole in the center of his being. The scans alone you might be able to shake off as coincidence or humanity being closer to mana eaters than you thought, but the photo? The photo shows a girl with long black hair worn in two braids on either side of her head and deep black eyes set into an expressionless face, and that face is entirely too familiar. Give it horns and turn it blue and she would look uncannily like Sasori.
Wait. You pause and tilt the photo another way, squinting.
If you remove the horns, change the skin colour back to light-ish tan, bring the hair down and add a smile, Shiori Tachibana also looks uncannily like Tomoe Sakurazuka.
That probably isn't good.
So either Sasori was made by somehow combining mana eater stuff with Tachibana/Sakutazuka stuff, and those two families are more related than you'd assume, or...the connection flows the other way, and these two aren't as ordinary as they look.
Kyoko doesn't appear to have noticed you messing around with Shiori's file, so you slide it back without issue. As you make a show of continuing to mess with the files, you notice two more sticking out slightly, as if someone else was going through them. [...]
You're a little surprised to realize the first disturbed file belongs to Akira Hojo, the athletic girl from the park who you met again at the mall. It's pretty short. Perfunctory, even. Apparently, she's in insultingly good health. You aren't the least bit jealous. The ends of your hair ache faintly as you think that.
The second disturbed file belongs to a stranger. Ren Hayasaka isn't a name you recognize—
Speak for yourself, Zaiyu.
I'm guessing whoever was rooting through these files somehow knows about the magic humans around Tokyo. It's probably not someone working for Tomoe; they should already know anything about Ren that they'd need, or would at least be able to request it through conventional channels.
Apparently, his blood type changed recently from O to AB. This is abnormal for humans. He's kind of a medical miracle? You're not entirely sure why. After a quick look, his blood seems pretty normal to you. But then, Estil don't actually have type O blood, so you might be a little confused.
...do they have type AB blood?
Looking at him like this, motionless and covered in slow-drying blood, is nostalgic in the worst way. You have not missed the twist of guilt in your guy [sic?] when the glee of scientific discovery wears off and you're left with what remains of the people you sacrificed to advance.
At least Kaoru is still breathing. If his physiology is anything like an Estils, he should even recover. Eventually.
An ominous peek into Zaiyu's...training? Or what he did to earn the personal tutelage of Lady Starspite? Or just to impress her?
You focus intently on the pool for a moment, ignoring Kyoko's gasp and the soft crunching of grass underfoot as she begins to poke around. The structure of the scrying spell is alien to you, so breathtakingly simple and streamlined that you can barely sense it, yet rooted in an understanding of the universe so complex so complex it makes your eyes sting. The flow of magic is barely even present, every corner cut, every trace of excess trimmed. Even standing right in front of the pool, you have trouble sensing it properly, much less using it. You have absolutely no idea who this pool is keyed to and following the link back to the user would be an exercise in futility. You do, however, know how it was created.
The faint, faint afterimage of plastic. A single splash. And then the overwhelming, minute focus that could only come from a thaumaforge.
Someone made a scrying pool so beautifully tuned you can't use it from the contents of a water bottle bought at the hospital cafeteria. You could do that, but it would take weeks, and it probably wouldn't be nearly as refined. Whoever made this is…
Is…
Is better than you.
Damn. Zaiyu is not gonna enjoy his report.
This Azurevine could not be more perfect for your ongoing 'living crystal arm' project if you had designed it yourself.
Suspicious. Useful, but suspicious. But you're not going to turn down something like this, so you get to work taking samples from the rest of the row while Kyoko is distracted staring at this one plant. None of the other plant variants prove to be as interesting. You take a certain malicious glee in not taking samples for Mitl.
I know you don't like Mitl, but surely getting his help with this would be worth the trouble? It's not even a dangerous plant this time!
"Sense rarely enters the equation when emotions are involved." You make a point of looking around, taking in the quiet atmosphere. "A garden. A desk. And that pool. Sure looks like… someone was trying to create a very specific atmosphere here… doesn't it?"
Threshold not met.
??? 2D100 => 95. Pass.
"Almost like they were trying to recreate something." You pause for a moment, eyes narrowing. "A scene from the past, maybe?"
I'm gonna call my shot and say that the Titan did this.
You take a moment to make Kai Tendou cough blood again, then insist on helping Kyoko pick Kaoru up.
She is weirdly resistant to this. Why. It's not like you're pretending to be that injured. Even the mana exhausted can still carry a body.
Eventually, you wear her down and the two of you heave Kaoru up, functional arms around his shoulders. You have more leverage than she does because your other arm isn't actually broken, just immobile. You're also taller. Kyoko, however, is incredibly stubborn and probably running high on magical energy after her first-ever fight.
And she thinks Kai is coughing up blood. I don't know much about Estil biology, but for humans, that means something has gone very, very wrong with at least one vital organ.
[ ] FOCUS ON WHAT YOU LEARNED
You made contact with a possible ally, found a bunch of interesting stuff in the hospital, two potential persons of interest, and now have a reference point for further magical exploration. Because this adventure has proven that someone on Earth has a lot of magic and offworld access. Cool! But potentially terrible for this mission. But cool!
[ ] FOCUS ON WHAT'S OUT OF PLACE
A brainwashing spell, a pain-draining system, and a monster already lying in wait for the unwary… something was going down at the hospital. You stumbled into a wide-scale magical operation once. Time to make sure you never trip over this kind of thing ever again—not by accident, anyway.
[ ] FOCUS ON KYOKO
So, a human who can use magic—which isn't supposed to be a thing in the first place—mysteriously has an exosuit, which she can use intuitively enough to fight a very well-made monster in an environment that is not at all friendly to a wind mage. Even with back-up, that's impressive. And odd.
[J] Schedule three meetings
All of this is important. Well, I'm too late to vote anyways.
I'm glad Zaiyu knows his limits, and stuck with illusions of coughing up blood rather than rely on his acting skills. He should probably join the drama club and do a research action on acting
Zaiyu isn't well-informed enough about humans to pull off a serious acting gig. He's been getting by in short encounters okay, but he needs to do a lot more studying before he can convincingly fake humanity.
I dunno, learning how humans pretend to be other humans seems like a pretty good way for Zaiyu to inform himself. He can probably convince the drama club to let him play a background extra or something. Especially if the drama club is one of those clubs in danger of getting shut down if they can't recruit a quirky supporting cast before the end of the semester that you always see in anime.
The MC is showing off that he's a softy in the end.
Despite his worst intentions.
Throwing out a wild theory that popped into my head when I read the chapter:
This is future Zaiyu's work, as in he's timetravelling.
Estil-comfortable temperature? Weidly convenient plants for Zaiyu's specific and unique injury? Artificial natural sunlight? Advanced thaumaforge artifacts?
I don't think I'm 100% right, but it makes sense in my head.
It's a long shot, I don't think this is right, but it would be entertaining. And sometimes, that's more important than being right.
PreCure style, but they use that one Roman werewolf story were the werewolf pisses on its clothes after transforming, turning them to stone.
So the werewolves human forms turn to stone and shatter when they transform.
Or you could base them off the Benandanti, early modern Italians who claimed to hunt witches by turning into wolves in their dreams. Which sounds heroic, but this was during the Malleus Maleficarum era and magical girls are suspiciously similar to witches.
I'm imagining a series where a pre-existing friend group discovers some magic stuff, leading to a few episodes of experimenting with the magic (and establishing their group dynamic and personal relationships), then the werewolves show up to malleus the maleficarii.