We entered into our room proper and the first thing to leave my lips was my capitulation.
-"If you really want, we can try" "We don't need to perform our duties now."
We stared at each other.
-"Ya know, you were quite intent into the whole our duty as Magi thing."
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
-"The words of that imbecile, hiding atop a lift, may hold some measure of merit."
I made no sudden movements and carefully removed my weapons. Rin eyed me as I left the grenades over the bedside table, taser, knife, throwing knives.
-"These were gifted to me by my uncle Kuzuki."
Rin stopped removing undoing her shoelaces.
-"Now you are going to tell me that it is a coincidence that our Math's teacher Souchirou is also named Kuzuki. Right?"
I gave her my wallet, with a picture of him holding mum in a headlock while I tickled her feet.
-"Dad showed me how to plan and mum how to play with explosives. But it was my uncle who showed me how to do it old school."
The piano wire always got stuck with something, but according to my uncle, you are not a proper assassin without it. Eventually, the small piece of furniture became crowded with my arsenal, so I called it a day and put the rest of the stuff under the bed. I closed my eyes and exhaled.
"If you want to off me and be free again, go ahead. I am unarmed."
The mattress shifted and a soft hand poked my back. Her breath was scorching against my neck.
-"Why do you have so many scars?"
Her fingers traced lines on my flesh and my breath hitched.
-"Everyone knows that A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood. But for my uncle, the saying follows and a pint of blood will save your life."
I turned around, showing her a close call with an Urumi.
"Sword Whips. He was ecstatic when my parents told him of my affinity, throwing every single kind of bladed, pointy, jagged, nasty weapon known to man. Now you know why I avoided changing on the gym lockers."
-"Turn around."
I did as she commanded, holding my eyes shut.
-"Dofus, open your eyes."
I did and saw her using a gown, which did wonders to keep my Bad Shiriou at bay. Mini Shirou the White spraying him with a water bottle helped too.
-"Not in the Black Widow mood?"
She scoffed, but her lips strained to contain a smile.
-"As I offered before, in return for knowing your status as an Incarnation, I will help you to conceal it."
Turned around, fetching pen and paper, that simple motion doing untold things to my blood pressure.
"Here, see this rune?"
I peered over.
-"Air?"
She smiled and added more and more.
-"Now, your confused face tells me that you cannot understand this runic array. But your proficiency at Gradation Air is unheard of."
She shoved the notes on my hand.
"Try to run Structural Analysis on it and recreate it, the same process that you have used on all those weapons."
I scrunched up my face.
-"Come on, if it was that easy I wouldn't be scraping by with my archaic methods."
She had this gleam in her eye and she curled up a lock of her hair around her finger.
-"Owww...the mean assassin is afraid of a widdle wunic away."
Running Structural Analysis on anything was second nature to me. I'm pretty sure that I have scanned my pillow in my sleep a few times. The intricate runes were a challenge for my hand, but they had 'nuthin on explosives. Those were delicate mechanisms with precise tolerances, and no room for error whatsoever. If you get bored with Russian Roulette, try projecting some live Claymores. Of the front towards enemy kind.
-"I got it."
She opened her palms and crossed her legs.
I would give my kingdom for some insurrectionists to start shooting me versus this torture.
Exhaaaaaling.
Focus!
Judging the concept of creation.
Hypothesizing the basic structure.
Duplicating the composition material.
Imitating the skill of its making.
Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.
Reproducing the accumulated years.
Excelling every manufacturing process.
And to my utter disbelief, a page with the runes popped up.
-"I'm stupid."
Rin chuckled, snorted, then abandoned all pretence and cackled as a proper witch, head thrown back and all the hand rubbing you could ask for.
-"The world's deadliest trained monkey is MINE!"
