These are the first chapters. The book is a bit slow to boot, the actual fun begins like at chapter 18 if not 30, so bear with the initial chapters, they are short. I hope to get to the interesting bits fast enough. There be lasers, explosives, and, of course, supernatural abilities. Mind chapter 16. And yeah, the future chapters will be larger. I am bundling them to pieces of relatively same size. Oh, and the misspelling of the Shizuku's name is on purpose: the guy does not remember it correctly.
0. Starting point
The main device is working silently, but one cannot say this about the supporting machinery – each to its own tune – the power supplies hum, once per seconds beeps the radiometer, the coolers both of an old PC – this is the lab stand – and of a new machine – Star Craft 2 is the lab's favourite game! – are buzzing. Night is my time. The experiment has begun at 2000 and goes on until 0600. The lab cannot be left without a scientist supervising the machinery; that's what the safety instructions say. It is not surprising that most of the time I am napping: in the chair, in the armchair, sometimes on a uncomfortable small sofa that feels like a waiting bank in public hospital.
Few months ago I caught myself seeing dreams. More realistic, bright, colourful dreams. I even had a dream that I am a huge dragonfly and I was catching flying fish over the surface of the dense ocean of all colours of green – all dream long. I had a dream about all kinds of stories. Beginning with a replay of everyday life, over the feelings and emotions, ending with completely fictional ones. Like damage control of a huge military spaceship. Or was it not military? I did not get it that time.
What was the reason? Electromagnetic waves? That's crap, that's why we have a radiometer here. I told my boss, he assumed infrasonic. We borrowed a quartz resonator, but an exhaustive search was fruitless. Well, quartz has some measurement selectivity, but— Well, a strong influence we would have caught, and a weak one would not have an energy to break something in the human body. Nobody freed me from the night watches, of course. I did not complain myself, I do not want to shatter my career.
And now— Probably, I switched off in a sweet spot where the waves are crossing – be they electromagnetic or sonic. This time I was a mournful nine year old. He lost his parents yesterday. It was a strange feeling, but again I knew I am just sleeping. I did not wake up, I did not even try. That dream was interesting: an alternative Japan. Why alternative? Look at the house that is now mine. Completely European design, including furniture. No social care: at the funeral no official approached me, but I am an orphan now. I do not think we are in Tokyo, that is not Kyoto either – there is no port. The mother of my school friend accompanied me, but even she had no doubt that a kid can live alone. Gloomy.
Meanwhile I have now completely lost the feeling of my body spread in an office chair in the middle of the lab, but began feeling the fresh breeze here. Such things happened often in my dreams; I even remember the taste of the fish from the ocean-broth… I was still in doubt whether I should keep watching this stick-jaw dream, but then suddenly it turned out that my school friend is cooking a lunch (!) for me at my kitchen (!), and this is her free choice to choose this chore. And it's tasty, damn it! I even got a feeling of being full, nice. Further, I was too tired to cry. My emotions, according to the dream screenplay still were sad, and I was getting some strange, a little uncomfortable pleasure from the thought that these are in fact not mine. It was enough for me and I went for a sleep. This is the surest way to wake up when inside a dream: to go in bed. I knew it from experience. Either that or to wait until a dream ends: five-six hours of subjective time – but I was bored. Again, I wanted to remember the dream as a tasty dinner and not a foreign loss. I got down and slept in.
1.
I woke up still in the dream. Phew. Familiar bed, familiar wall, not familiar ceiling? Heh, thanks, but the ceiling was also familiar: square shade, round lamp – very typical for the Japanese. For the manga and anime Japanese, to be more exact. Our army guys are like this: drag the round things, roll the square ones – a suspicious similarity of styles. No? OK, a not funny joke. I wonder, is this dream original or inspired by something? Rather the latter, the anime lamp is hinting at this. That's unfortunate, original plots are more unusual, although the surrounding world is as real as it gets. OK. So, show must go on. Let's try to sort this out—
2.
It is a bit disappointing to realise that my fantasy was not deep enough for an original world. 48 hours of local time have passed; and from these I can remember almost anything that happened to a minute exact. Rinko came by – that was the name of the neighbour girl. A small kid, babbles a lot, but cooking astonishingly fine for her age. Each of us is like nine years old. What's funny: the social service inspector did not pay a visit. I explored the house, saw the basement and the attic. Walked around the town: a splendid park with a water storage reservoir; the business centre is full with skyscrapers, similar to Moscow-City, but like five times more; walked into the shops. Tried to figure out the time. The calender has the year 2005 on it. Again: hm!
It is school time, tomorrow I am going to school. Japanese anime has this at a fetish level. Tried to "remember" something about me – I remember very little. Tried to delve something in the papers. Found ownership papers on a land and a house somewhere in Noihara. It looks like I got this directly from grandfather, bypassing my parents. Hm, Rinko is a quite common name, but I have seen Noihara in an only one work. Anime or manga, as I said: unfortunately my imagination turned out to be not as good as I though it would be.
3.
Heh, the teachers are gazing off, but do not say anything. Traditional behaviour. I am curious, is it like this also in the original Japan? And wow, my sitting place is not at the window, but in the back of the class! Either the trope got broken or my imagination plays its games. But I doubt the imagination.
I was thinking a lot about what happened. Memorised a hell-lot of dates from the history of local Japan. Especially cool are the motoric writing skills. Well, I scribble in fact, just so-so for a school boy, but come on – I did not have them. Again, we communicate in Japanese. I understand everything, have no difficulties talking. I should have waken up, if all this surrounding stuff would be "supported" by my own brain. Hence, my conscience is on a "remote server." An interesting side effect from the device, turns out to be not a stimulation, but something else. I even wanted to research it more.
To think logically, at 6 a.m. the PC turns the power off. And if not: at 8 a.m. the folks arrive at work and will turn the device off. Will I be back? This is very probable. How much of the local time will pass? I am curious!
4.
A week has passed. I am sturdy stuffing my head with various information, like a geek. Was painting hieroglyphs with brush and Indian ink. Cool! We had a painting lesson; needed to sketch a vase with flowers. I damned every second. Got mail from the bank, fetched the chequebook. I am getting weekly payments from parents' account, not so tiny ones, I can afford not to cook at all. But Rinko provides me with food, either he brings something from her parents or cooks herself. Yeah, I drag on my neck a large "amulet:" a flat bag made of red silk, larger than my palm. Tried to took it off and "remembered" that my grandpa gave it to me when I was— Six? Seven? Something is— off with my memory. Or "was." I can take the amulet off. But when I cannot step aside from it more than one-two meters: I naturally have heart attacks and get extremely scared at this moment. Damn mystics!
5.
One month. Have I created this world or got inserted into it? OK, more detailed: is this world created with the power of human imagination or has the mangaka foreshadowed it? Yeah, I know where I am. There are no experts on creating worlds around, cannot ask one. Or should we assume the theory of the infinite amount of worlds— Or sign up to the Max Frei religion, be Juffin Hally his prophet. [This is a reference to the fantasy series Labyrinths of Echo. It's partially about travelling to other fantasy worlds and a power of imagination.] OK, from the point of view of a physical observer all this is bullshit. The observer hates the fact that the is the "chosen" one, in other words: he is deep in shit. Some damn wraiths— sorry, ayakashi. What about mazoku or kishins? Unfortunately, the manga is of the "ecchi" genre, meaning: "perversities." Well, perversities from the Japanese point of view: I don't see anything bad in looking at pretty skinny-clad girls. I would not look at guys, but— Oh, come on!
Back to manga. My bodyguard Himari. I could tell it apart from others because the protagonist there was a support fighter. Some clan speciality, "light ferry." Strange name, what is this ferry about? Note, this is the only supernatural ability, in contrast to other clans. To adapt the history, the ancestors were not stupid: the only available magic is a counterpart on Uzumaki's fuinjutsu from Naruto. Yep, I was watching this one. Now, I am a clan member. A sole one. Last heir. A clan head. Who is nine years old, crap! OK, I got distracted.
So, the now-mine ancestors did not watch Naruto, but were fighting in a similar manner. They casted spells onto themselves (something like "spirit sighting," "acceleration," "strengthen muscles," and hell-I-don't-know-what-else) and were slashing ayakashi. Oh, yeah, my clan was occupied with demon slaying. Some kind of secret magical shinobi, oh, Naruto, hi again. Common folks forgot about ayakashi since longer, thank you, government, for protecting us. I am not joking, altruistic demon slayers are in the past; well, Japanese are quite conservative, but the Western influence opened magi's eyes: what the hell? Nowadays our magi (meaning: the demon slayer or exorcist clans, there are as many as 12 of them – and Japan is a small country) have the government influence and got to the top. But not all of them. After the manga the Amakawa clan is not aboard. Interesting, why the heck? Also is interesting, why are we so few. Like an endangered species. Or died out ones, huh. OK, I distracted again.
Amakawa. The gift. The spirits – to use an English word – are hard to kill because of their fu— fierce power. Not all, but some. So, one of my smart ancestors 200 or 300 years ago (it's a bad thing to forget the history of your own clan! Bad, bad boy!) drastically solved the problem. He caught a cat. Hey, a demon cat. I mean, a cat spirit, but a quite advanced game unit, the ancestor almost kicked in the bucket. But anyway, the cat swore the vassal's oath of alliance. How?! That's the most intriguing question for me. Because when I am 16 years old the amulet will be no more and I will tastefully "smell" around with free magic energy. Free for the spirits, as nobody was teaching the heir. However, in anticipation of this I was given a descendant of that very cat. It will arrive to "protect and guide me" after the amulet will cease its action. As I remember from the manga, spirits will come as flies to… err… honey. While I cannot wield a sword or use magic! I cannot even give orders to my only assault unit! Why? Per manga: because my parents took me off and harshly guarded me from all supernatural things. Why did then the grandpops give me the amulet? Questions without answers…
6.
A day free! A sole one! If not this, my life would be beautiful; well, until I'll turn 16. I had to wait until school break to go to Noihara. Apparently we have there a clan library. That was "useless", the manga protagonist did not even look into it. "The techniques are taught orally." Yep, sure! And the description of the strategic weapons – the demon cats – simply lies around in the house. I have my doubts, especially for a clan that can turn anything into an artefact. Amakawa chose a knowingly successful path: to recruit strong units in enemy's lore – they did not need to overpower all of them, some were initially ready to collaborate; – and then: to support them during the fight. I wonder, how the energy creatures can be motivated to fight? Only by the safety of life close to people? Sounds like bullshit.
But Noihara now is a "domestic" enclave of "sworn spirits," but I guess that most of them run away when the grand-pops and my parents died. Or they were released while there is no one to support? In a sense the spirits are vulnerable. To convey some influence onto the normal world they need to partially materialise (a physicist inside of me has seizures and demands Einstein's blood: no damn E = mc2 for ya!). A materialised spirit can be killed with a commoners' weapon. But these bandits are very fast, even the weak ones. But well, not faster as a bullet, so that one Harry Potter fanfiction was right. Well, where can a nine year old buy a Kalashnikov or UZI? And I am not joking…
7
I overestimated myself. Long time since I was 9 years old! My legs hurt. After resting for 10 minutes everything is fine again. First I am thirsty, then I am hungry. Devoured two bags of chips, they are light; I am drinking the water slowly: here I cannot buy more. For two hours I am ascending in the mountains. Blast it!
To visit the clan house of my dead relatives is a bit angsty idea. After the manga the vampire ayakashi (what was her name again? Don't remember!) and her friends are waiting for me here. But: think logically. The bloodsucker would prepare ambush only after the world would know of the appearance of the Amakawa heir. Now I am quasi not here. I am curious: does my amulet only protect me from "lighting up" with magical energy or does it fully shield me from the spiritual world? Should I go visit shrines? As far as I recall the "water god" who stuck to Yuuto was merely water spirit. If one can call this a creature that has the power similar to the jinchuuriki of the one-tailed beast from Naruto, only with water and not with sand. Yeah, the analogies with the anime about an idiot from the Uzumaki clan arise more and more often. I am here something like a mix of two protagonists: Naruto and Saske. Well, no red eyes for me, but having such a kekken genkai, read: an improved genome, I could make them happen. As I said, the "light ferry" can be applied to self. I feel myself like Kononocha's genin, only that Danzo is not here. Wait, or is he— Wow, that is a very interesting question…
8.
A funny place. Well, and where is everybody? I was sort of expecting that near to the house I will be turned back by guys in black suits and sunglasses— How come? Yep, the Social Committee, wasn't it? A strange name for a magical police. But no. Also, no spirits. By the way, the house does not look abandoned. The backyard is swept. And— Silence! Only the trees creep sometimes and the wind blows the leafs.
I hate using the manga as a guide! I do not remember all exactly, and there was not much useful information – like 5%. Oh, you are asking about other 95%? That's fanservice! Handsome and well-curved gi— spirits! Hello memories!
No fresh food in the kitchen. Good thing is: we have electricity and even cell phone coverage. I called Rinko and reported in. The version for her is: I was honouring the memories of my relatives. She thinks for sure that I am at the cemetery. Well, I have a small altar directly in the house, an even the aroma sticks.
Where is this fucking brownie— I mean, the house spirit that should protect the house. Yep, that idiot girl that was throwing knifes at me in the canon. Oh, not me, but Yuuto, but, well, I am Yuuto now. I am hungry! I am the clan leader, now where is the due respect? Give me time to grok the "blood heritage" – that's the direct translation of kekken genkai – and someone will have problems! I have very strong doubts that the vassal's oath the free choice. Have you ever seen a guard cat? For sure the defeated spirits were "ferried"— How was that in the shinobi series? To put under a controlling genjitsu. Or the ancestors just flashed their ROM: the energy-based creature can be influenced much easier than humans. And human consciousness can be "ferried," I am an example for this. Or: how did they create the "Noihara blades" out of insane ayakashi cats? Yeah, now I have found something useful in clan roll— sorry, books. Strange, the house is not closed, come in anyone. On the other side: there is nothing valuable here except the house as such— I am stupid! Stupid!
Surely, around the house is a barrier with a selective filter. Wait, in manga quite everyone was walking there. Or did it discharge when I turn 16? In other words, it will discharge in seven years. What a bad position: blind, unschooled, last standing member of a once-great clan that needs to be rebuild. Hm. In other words: being a typical shounen protagonist. A big "hm!"
9.
It looks like I was wrong when cursing the brownie. She is not here. It is some kind of matryoshka: a usual barrier protects the house from normal people and weak ayakashi. A check-up from the magical police would break through the barrier only to reveal an empty house. And if something really strong stomps in, the house spirit will appear. I recall now, the manga showed this technique. A virtual house. Err— Nope, mystical house, of course. A complete copy of the real thing, including the internal space organisation, and the spirits sit in there. I wonder, if I damage the house, will the ayakashi appear? Or I will get the knife first and questions later? I am not eager to check this… In the spirit spectre I can be recognised as a heir. I could take the amulet off— but I am not sure that the barrier around the house can withstand my energy. And if not: I am doomed. By the way, about being doomed. In the manga Yuuto has met doom: an insane nine-tailed kitsune. I do not even know how did they manage to overpower her. Heh, it seems that the nine-tailed ones are always insane.
10.
Took few most interesting note blocks from the library, I need to thing about it. I wonder, does the virtual— heck! the mystical house contain real technique descriptions? In manga Yuuto has not found them, but he was not searching! And Mizuki, the water spirit, was not able to read it. "Only the third stage of Sharigan can read the carving from the rock—" Crap, again Naruto! But I would not exclude an "eye cipher. Or hand cipher? Activation with aura— or a blood drop? Heck, I feel like in my home lab. "Here is the sample, do what you want, but find me the resonance frequency." But even the visible text is fascinating among the lines. Hey, ancestors, what did you find that was so dangerous? Concerning the demonic cats, this is not "the planting of the duty" as you call it. To be frank, this is a full-fledged artificial personality. Holy crap! Can you do this with people? You know, in the future, my fiance will arrive. Kuesu, I forgot the clan name. She was a guest here when she was a kid, we even kissed. Funny. The hormones will kick in only like in two-three years. The grandpa was doing something fishy, oh, very-very fishy. And what about my parents? Following the manga, they refused their demon slayer life style, but did they resign from their own power? I doubt this strongly.
11.
Poor Rinko was very nervous. Does she think I will jump of the roof from grief? We are friends like for one year – since we arrived here. She kept my dinner warm. Your mother is waiting for you, doesn't she? Oh you sweeth— hm— mine. Why does she stick to me? If it is not— Hey, paranoia, shut up! "I'll think about it tomorrow."
12.
Both Rinko and her relatives treat me… strange. They like me so much, they feed me, but they do not interfere with my affairs. It's like I am partially an adult, and partially a kid. When I visit them, I am welcome. Rinko makes me lunch. Nine year old Rinko, a tomboy, who only cares about "running until stumbling" and "be merry, don't be sad." My suspicion becomes a confidence. By the way, we have a very interesting living block here. Apple-pie order. Neighbours are never loud, all cars are clean. The shops have exemplary service – well, it's more the issue of the service in Japan. Something like a circle of close-by people that interact with the lone grumpy kid. Me. I am not grumpy, I am normal, but comparing with my neighbour Rinko…
13.
I bought a PC. To be more exact: bought components and assembled them, something like this. Rinko is shocked. Opened up the side and showed what is what. Rinko is even more shocked now. Bought a DSL modem, pulled the LAN cable. It's cheaper than buying books, especially foreign ones. When Kusaki – that's Rinko's family name – visited again, showed her a browser. She is reluctant to use a mouse. Japanese, oh my god! Her mobile sends and receives emails, this is normal. But a PC is only for professionals. Facepalm.
14.
Why was I thinking that the amulet blocks my powers? It shields them. The evidence is this electric water boiler that is successfully working for two months after the heating spiral burned out. I just shook it and wished that this untimely refusing to work device would merely make my tea warm. Yuuto, you are an idiot. And I am an extreme lazy-bones! To start using clan jutsu just because I was too lazy to get my ass up… My future is bright!
15.
Vacations were for one month only, the school has begun again. No real progress, the computer is at fault. I did not forget Russian – but it was hard to make a Japanese browser understand Cyrillic, – my English was also intact. Funny math class, where to write numbers down is harder than to solve the assignment. The history studies are wow— interesting! Sociology, too. I learned a lot of new things there. Maybe I should just pass the natural sciences classes as one-shot?
16.
Began doubting that "light ferry" is magic. Yep, just like this. By the way, here exists a British Magical Academy, they even have a website, even a Wikipedia article! If you are not a magus, you can hear a theory course, how strange. Oh year, Harry Potter also exists. And a local Russian fandom – oh god! Compared it to Japanese one. Don't know who is more perverse. Some fantasy books I remember are somewhat different. Some barriers, magical circles, stealing energy from other folks – that was not in there before. And some druids. That gave me a thought.
I found out how does the boiler work. A part of the wand polymer is now a conductor. Plastic. Is. A. Conductor. I did not believe this, but a tester says so and I believe it. Of course it's not a metal and is getting hotter, but for a boiler it's not a problem.
In the evening in the park we stumbled upon some jerks. They did not notice us at first and got punched. By Kusaki! I am shocked. It turns out, these guys were bulling me a year ago – I did not got that then! – and Kusaki made them go away. That's how we became friends. This girl kicks first class. Gave myself a fearsome oath to start jogging and to do workouts. Well, that is: to start jogging, my bones are still growing, they should not be overloaded.
17.
I am jogging in the evening, the mornings are full. Funnily, the breakfast is now more delicious. The fish with rice that I was slowly beginning to be fed of suddenly got new sides to them! Indeed, as they say: the breakfast eaten non-eagerly is eaten one day too early.
I wonder, is our school just that good or is it normal for Japan? Recently I often stay at the physical lab there, the instruments are primitive, but good build. Why? Well, I wanted to measure the acceleration of free fall and other constants. I don't remember the Plank constant by heart, the Avogadro number seems to match. And the free fall acceleration also matches. Rinko is tailing me, she has problems with physics. Well, its only by name physics, the material is rather history of physics and pretty experiments: what else you need to attract kids? I am in the circle— physics club; it is fun to perform some experiments. Nobody allows me to do chemistry without supervision, biology is pitiful, but physics – I am doing what I want to. The supplementary course has some social overhead for club activities: to show the experiments not in the program and to talk about them. Well, I can do the talking, kids like it, too. Well, now I am not a grumpy kid, but a geeky kid – in others' eyes. Nobody dares to say this aloud: Kusaki has a hard fist and an even harder boot.
I have got another "friend" called Taiso. To be more exact, he thinks I am his friend, 'cause friends help you cheat in the exam. Man, is he funny. Taiso tries to pimp up in front of Rinko. Nope, not to attract her, but the other way round: "go away, woman!" Now, Rinko indeed understood the law of the impulse preservation: if your opponent is heavier than you, you need to kick him in flight. Oops! They did break the desk.
18.
Rinko is doing kendo now. Well, my fault. I explained the law of the lever, mentioned Archimedes and the fulcrum. An immediate reaction, I was stunned. That's why I respect my friend: between decision making and execution lie exactly five seconds.
I kept nagging 'till I got a lab laser, for five watt. A good one, made by Hitachi. The diffraction picture is very sharp. I was talking about lasers, then we switched to Star Wars and weapons. Phew, my tongue was tired! Amusing: girls were paying attention just like boys. To break the awe of the lab equipment – only for smart guys and take care! – told them about semiconductor-based laser pointers and shooting range. Curse this tongue! The folks are now willing to do laser tag, thank you my "friend" Taiso! Offered my help, what else could I do?
19.
Before Christmas – they are celebrating on the 25th of December. Shintoists are so funny! Christian holiday? Who cares! – we finished the setup. Senior students helped us a lot: not only they made photoreceivers – red and green circles, sewn on a cloth to have one on the front and one on the back – and also a radio sender for them. Now, upon a hit, the display shows "alive" and "KIA" fighters. Weapons were a separate project. We were forming plastic on our own. Shy Japanese girl were in fact even more active than the guys. Teachers are also happy! Especially the physicist and the one for that thing that Japanese have for labour studies – the students are doing something constructive, and they are at that for few weeks.
We performed a "test" fight in the backyard after the school – and lost to seniors. All grown-up: bushes without leaves are a bad protection from a laser beam. Nobody came up with the idea to lie down on the ground to minimise the attacked surface to zero. Except me. I also "cheated" when shooting two: via the reflection in the window. No one noticed. Rules need improvement; we agreed to meet during the school free time and to start a global shooting in the school rooms. In the end, we got out of the school around 8 p.m., playing and cleaning up took some time.
20.
Oh fuck! No, I did not forget about ayakashi, but to see it "live"… I did not shit my pants only because I forgot to do so. Nope, the amulet is working fine and that crawling shit, something like a huge caterpillar, did not notice me. But Rinko. Me, a good boy, groped the weapon. The "weapon" from laser tag. Probably, subconsciously I still feel like in a computer game. Well, I killed the spirit. From a game pistol, with a laser pointer. "Ferry", you are a cool thing. And you do trigger in the right moment. A spirit and a boiler are – philosophically spoken – things of a same order philosophically spoken, ain't they? Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I recovered Rinko with tea. Very sweat tea. She was then spitting, after a litre of consumed syrup. I swear, were we both at least twelve, I'd try the "standard" way of stress relief. Oh, who would heal me… And I won't go to a psychologist. I sent the girl in her bed and switched off myself.
21.
I have no words. Only letters, and even these are swearing. What is this fucking sex polic— spirit police doing, while huge caterpillars are feeding on people here in the park?! Or do the wraiths only carefully suck people without eating? I did not let my neighbour/female friend think this was a bad dream: she should better not walk alone in the park. What a cool Christmas the day after tomorrow will be…
22.
Nothing happened. Either our psyche is too flexible, or— My parents did something with the block with our house. When I say "my parents," I really mean Yuuto's parents, I am used now to call them this. Rinko is cool now, the celebration was OK.
I had a look on the gun. Better not take it to school, or we'll get dead bodies for real. A semiconductor-based milliwatt laser is now delivering somewhat in the order of half a kilowatt of power. It's warming, but not fatally, it does not get too hot during a second-long impulse. And the energy this badass seems to take from my own— power? skill? feature? Hell knows how this is called. Minus a wall in the basement – melted lines in the concrete, vertigo, and a great hunger!
23.
I am an idiot. Again. I got Internet access and did not read news. Eight bodies. Eight people did flesh out that fucking mad worm in the park! As it turns out, the police found a madman. Dead. Yep, I killed him. But somehow the magical police did not reach me out. It seems that it's not too hard to find me. Or is it? As I recall, the Yuuto should be watched by the council of the clans and later by Kuesu. Or did they just tactful look aside? And what the caterpillar really mad? And what was the reason? Or— OK, I don't want to know it, but it makes no sense to kill people. Ayakashi are killing just like humans do – either their enemies or for a meal. The hunger of the body can be satisfied with a conventional food, that people (sic!) are producing. Nowadays, there are almost no man-eating ayakashi. Compare a raw bland human and a meat pie: hot, just made. The caterpillar did not eat anyone. Maybe, the slayers killed someone from its family? Or the passionate many-legged pal just broke out from a years-long incarceration?
The magic cops thought apparently that ayakashi themselves killed the disrupter. As far as I recall the manga, they have here something like a bund commune, controlled by very strong old guys like Corpse Devourer or River Deity. I wonder, do magic cops have connections to that gang? Manga says no, but "I am not believing."
24.
I was sitting in the basement and thinking a lot. I got a breakthrough. Was the fright the reason? But now I have another problem. Now I launch the "ferry" only in the basement, as I was playing with a magnet – a stupid small round thing to tap the notes to the fridge. I was holding it in my hands and then put it aside. On top of the mug from which I was drinking my tea. And it just— floated in the air. I froze. That's what they call "maglev." A levitation for real, but not magical or something, but magnetic. A funny physical trick, "the Mohamed's coffin." Bring a magnet close to a horizontal ring made from a superconductor, the magnet will induce Eddy currents in the ring. The electric current induces a magnetic field, directed strictly opposite, that's how you compensate the gravity, that's levitation. The rim of my cup became a superconductor, with my small help. Oh dear, they'll kill me! Either that or I'll never get out of an underground shelter – if I show this cup to anyone! A superconductor at room temperature. How, damn it, how it works? Well, I was reading, "there" yet, that ceramic superconductors are theoretically possible. Yep, at 70 centigrade. What a trap! The "ferry" is a devilish dangerous thing. For me, not even for enemies. I have already secured a coffin for me from the oil tycoons, if this cup gets in the wrong hands. Fuck, I am not even sure I can reproduce this! Can I—
To be continued