Disclaimer: Don't own IS or any other anime parts I used.

In case those who didn't realized it. I removed the old ch3 and replaced it!

Ch4 Preparation Complete! Here Comes Kuro!

Hey...Houki…"

"..."

"Hey, how long are you going to remain angry?"

"...I'm not angry."

"You're not looking too happy." I said in a dry tone.

"I've been like this since I was born."

"But your baby picture was so cute Houki…"

She glared and I shut up.

It is 8 am on the second day of school. We're in the first-years' cafeteria, and like before, there are girls all around us. I'm still rather shocked that even the staff members are female, though it's logical.

I'm having breakfast together with Houki, who had a 'marriage with me in the same room', but ever since last night, we never had a proper conversation.

Must be the bra thing…

Never mind, that is nothing. I grew up living with Chifuyu-nee, who is so messy that I had to see her in bra or her tossing her clothes everywhere in the living room. Also, I handled many years of Chifuyu-nee's dirty laundry, so I'm not going to panic just because of a piece of girl's underwear.

But then again, maybe my experiences don't have any sort of relation with my childhood friend Houki…Naa it will be fine.

"As I said, I'm not angry."

Even though the person in front of me said this, she didn't turn her face towards me at all, and even when our eyes met, she would look away frantically. Hm, if it wasn't for her angry expression, I would believe that the world was peaceful. How amusing.

"Look look, he's the famous boy ~~"

"Seems like he's also Chifuyu nee-sama's younger brother, you know."

"Huh—, so both siblings are IS users? Is he strong?"

Today's the same as usual. The girls keep their distance, forming a perimeter around me. It was rather annoying hearing them talking about you in the open.

"So as I was saying, Houki—"

"Don't call me by my name."

"…Houki chan."

Twitch of anger.

"...Shinonono-san."

"..."

If she won't allow me to use her name or with 'chan,' then I'll just use her surname. This time though, she could only remain silent. The fact that Houki doesn't like to be called by her surname hasn't changed, huh? Besides, this name has quite the history— like with samurais and killing…

"O-Orimura-kun, can we sit here, please?"

"Huh?"

I could see three girls holding their trays of breakfast as they anxiously waited for my reply.

"Well, it's not like you can't."

The girl who tried to talk up to me finally heaved a sigh of relief. Behind her, her two friends were secretly encouraging her. Nearby, there was quite a commotion.

"Ah~ I should have tried to talk to him earlier..."

"It-it's just the second day. Nothing to panic over!"

" speaking of which, the people who rushed into the room yesterday are present as well!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

...Ah, mm, that's right. 8 first-years, 15 second-years and 33 third-years came over to introduce themselves. It's already tough enough to memorize all their names. While I had rather good memory, but, if anyone's to come up to me and ask me 'do you remember me?', the probability of me remembering them is only about 20%. This is too cruel.

A six-seater table. Houki and I are sitting on the side nearest to the window, and they filled up three seats.

"Wow, Orimura-kun, you do eat a lot in the morning—"

"He, he's a guy, you know."

"I'm the type who eats very little at night, so I have to eat a lot in the morning or else I won't be able to make it."

I eyed their smal meal.

"Is it alright to eat that little for breakfast?" I asked them as I rubbed my chin.

The trio, though they had three different menus, they all had a drink, a piece of bread and a side dish.

"U-Us?"

"Mhm, yes, is it alright?"

The fuel cost is extremely cheap. Don't tell me the reason why only girls can pilot IS is because of this?

"Because we eat a lot of snacks—"

...You'll grow fat if you eat too many snacks. Besides, that's not good for one's health, isn't it?"

"...Orimura, I'm going off."

"Ah? Okay. See you later."

After Houki cleanly finished her breakfast, she left her seat. Though it was a buffet, she still chose a traditional meal. As always, she's trying to maintain a samurai image. It is cute how tough she acts, because she used to cry a lot when they were younger.

'But since Houki's the one living with me, well, at least it's better than living with someone I'm unfamiliar with.' I thought idly.

Houki and I are childhood friends. When I was in first grade, Chifuyu-nee brought me to the Shinonono dojo to train, and until 4th grade we remained in the same class. For reasons Nee-chan refused to tell me, we didn't have any parents, so Chifuyu-nee and I were often taken care of by Shinononos' parents and were invited for dinner.

Truthfully, it really helped us a lot while we were poor.

However, instead of saying that our relationship was bad, let's say it was terrible. Though we walked down the same path as swordsmen, we parted ways soon after.

Later I join the Katakura Ryu's dojo and she a Shinonono.

"Orimura-kun, are you familiar with Shinonono-san?"

"Even though I heard that you two are living in the same room..."

"Ah, sort of. We're childhood friends." I said casually.

Though I really don't know the significance behind this, there's still quite a commotion around us. Some people even let out a 'WHAT?'

"…So loud." I muttered.

"How long are you going to eat! You got to be fast when eating, be efficient! If you're late, you'll have to run around the field ten times!"

Chifuyu-nee's voice echoed throughout the canteen, and everyone inside frantically returned to eating their breakfast.

Nee-chan is tough as always…can't say I'll miss it.

On a side note, it seems like Chifuyu-nee's acting as the first-years' dorm supervisor. As usual, she's not getting any rest at all.

I am worried, because the one who relieves her of her stress is me and my massaging skill. Since I came to IS academy we didn't have much of a family time.

"Never mind, Ne- chan is tough as they come and if she misses me, her loving little brother and his magic hands, then she will summon me."

Truthfully, I still have the match against Cecilia next week. Before that, I need to learn how to control the IS.

"Trying to control it, huh? While fighting is my second nature, I never fought property with an IS." I muttered as I finished my meal.

—In the end, there wasn't any progress. Before the second period ended, my mind was already all dizzy.

"It isn't going so well" I muttered.

While it is possible to understand terms through practice, but there are some parts that are impossible to understand in the first place. However, it wasn't all lost because when I touched that IS before, it's instincts went wild and the knowledge to use it filled my head after all.

But I really can't understand by reading the textbook like this. Suddenly I paid attention to Yamada sensei's lecture.

"…It's not really that complicated. Oh yeah, for example, everyone's wearing a bra, right? If one has that kind of support, there's no reason that it will cause any adverse effects on humans. Of course, if it's not by your own measurements but out of shape, then—"

...Coincidentally, our eyes met, her eyes widen in surprise and me with my deadpanned look.

Yamada-sensei just stood there, dumbfounded. Several seconds later, she blushed.

"Well, that, no, that's, Ori-Orimura-kun, you have no need to understand that. I, I don't know. This example. Ah, ah ha, ah hahaha..."

Yamada-sensei could only laugh blankly, unknowingly creating a subtle atmosphere throughout the classroom. Compared to me, some of the girls seemed to realize something as they folded their arms in front of their chests, looking like they were trying to hide their breasts.

This abnormally bad atmosphere continued for another 10 or 20 seconds. I didn't find this amusing at all.

"Ahem, Yamada-sensei, please continue with the lesson."

"Ah, okay."

"Then, well, I have something important to say. The IS has something similar to a human's consciousness that can converse with the pilot—in other words, understanding each other by living together. Mm, the longer the operation time, the more the IS understands the pilot's characteristics."

"I see. In other words, it means that all I need to do is to ride one for some times to get used to me…."

DING—DONG—DANG—DONG

"Ah, then, during the remaining time, we're going to start training on basic IS braking in the air."

Said Yamada sensei and Chifuyu left the classroom.

I sat down on my seat and simply lay down to rest.

"I say, Orimura-kun."

"Over here~ over here~, a question~ a question~"

"Do you have time during the day? Do you have time after school? Do you have time at night?"

I slowly opened my single good eye.

So the scenario from yesterday has ended, hasn't it? Once Yamada-sensei and Chifuyu-nee walked out of the classroom, half of the girls wound up gathering around my desk. I just heard the words 'Can't delay this any longer!' It seems it will not be delayed any longer.

"Then, please listen to me—"

"How's Chifuyu-nee in her own house!"

"Huh…she worries me."

"Huh? Worries you?

"Yes, it seems she will not able to bring home suitors for me to kill, too bad because I had Kojuro prepare all kind of tools to left them die in slow agonizing death."

The girls paused.

"…"

"Anything important, like her embarrassing moments?"

"Well, where does she leave her unde-"

*PAM!*

"Break time's over. Scram."

Ah, when did she get behind me? She's the only one who would smack me at this time. She's here to prevent me from leaking information of her, right? Speaking of which, Chifuyu-nee, hitting people like that isn't going to give people a good impression. Is it really alright for you to do this? I am your beloved little brother so cut me some…forget it. I love you sis.

"Oh yes, Orimura, your IS needs some more time before it can be prepared."

"Ora?"

"There's no available suit. So wait a while. It seems like the school's making a personal suit for you."

"?"

Just as I was confused, the entire classroom started buzzing.

"A, a personal suit? For a first year, and at this time!"

"Which means that the government has given support..."

"Ah~ so good...I want to have my own personal suit soon."

"What's going on? Is there anything really worth being envious of?" I asked with my single visible brow raised.

I just showed a look of not knowing anything at all, that Chifuyu-nee couldn't endure seeing as she muttered,

"Ichika…you-"

"I know about Tabane-Nee's policy and everything, but is me getting one such a big deal? If it is then ok, ok, I am grateful.

Shinonono Tabane, the creator of IS and the one who replaced my eye. She is also…

"Erm, sensei. Is Shinonono-san, a relative of Professor Shinonono...?"

A girl trembled as she asked Chifuyu-nee...that's right, this surname Shinonono will be discovered anyway.

"That's right, Shinonono's that person's little sister."

"WHAAAAAT—! This, this is great! We have two famous people's relatives here!"

"That that, how's Professor Shinonono as a person! She's a genius, right!"

"So Shinonono-san's a genius too! Teach me how to operate an IS the next time."

We were supposed to be having lessons now, but the girls were now gathered around Houki. Houki hates mentioning her sister…she is going to be upset again.

"I HAVE NO RELATION WITH THAT PERSON!"

Her sudden loud voice cuts my thoughts like bamboo.

Like I said…upset to the highest level.

Looking over, the girls surrounding Houki were shocked expressions, not knowing what's going on.

"...Sorry for using such a loud voice. However, I'm not that person, there's nothing I can tell you."

After saying that, Houki turned her head to stare outside the window. It seemed like the girls' enthusiasm got doused, everyone was looking troubled and unhappy as they returned to their seats.

"Does Houki still really hates Tabane-nee? Well, she isn't the best older sister…but still…"

"Then, let's start the lesson. Yamada-sensei, the command."

"Ye-Yes."

Yamada-sensei seemed to be mindful of Houki as well, and from this viewpoint, she definitely looked like a professional teacher. The lesson finally started.

"Now I can be at ease. No need to worry about having to use the simulator."

"Ah, is that so, Cecilia-san?" I said in a bored tone.

During break time, Cecilia came over to my place and said this as she placed a hand on her hip. It seems it is her signature pose. That is ok, because according to my gang I always take a pose with my arms crossed in a fight.

"Oh my? The victor's obvious already? It's really unfair though."

"Why do you say that?" My single left eye narrowed.

"Oh my, you still don't know? Alright, let me tell you, an ordinary civilian. I, as the English representative of England, Cecilia Alcott...in other words, have my own personal machine."

"…Surprise?"

"...Are you taking me for a fool?"

"No, no of course not…Yeah."

"Why YOU! "

*BAM!* She slammed both hands hard onto the table. Hey, look what you have done, the notebook dropped onto the floor, idiot.

"...Ahem, wasn't it just mentioned during the lesson? There are only 467 IS in the entire world. In other words, those able to have their own personal IS are the elites among elites chosen from the 6 billion people in the entire world."

"Is, is that so..."

"That's right."

"So the current global population is already over 6 billion..." I said in an amazed tone on purpose to tease her. Honestly these girls are so amusing.

"That's not the main point!"

*PAM!* She hit my desk again.

"I say! Are you really treating me like an idiot!"

"No, I wouldn't dare such thing."

"Then why are you rebutting me...?" she asked.

"…Do you want the honest truth or a white lie?"

"Huh?"

When she was about to shout again, I glanced at Houki for help.

Houki responded to me silently 'I DON'T WANT TO CARE ABOUT YOU!'

"Speaking of which, you're Professor Shinonono's little sister, right?" said Ceclia as she turned to face Houki.

Houki responded with a sharp look.

"I'm just her little sister."

"uu…"

Hey, Houki, are you trying to scare people? It's terrifying. Look, even Cecilia's giving a cute "uu..." sound. That is very cute and amusing by the way, but Houki what kind of delinquent are you? I deal with too much delinquents already.

"Ne-Never mind. As for whoever's suitable to be class representative, just don't forget about me, Cecilia Alcott." Said Cecilia as she swinging her hair down with her right hand, she turned around and left.

"Houki, everything's okay, right? You'll eat something, won't you?"

"Don't treat me like a pet kitten or dog, I do have my own tastes." Shouted Houki with a sharp look.

"Hm—ah, I'll get two 'Meal of the day' sets. It's the salted mackerel meal set today." I said while ignoring her tough girl glare.

"Are you listening to me at all?"

"I am. But honestly your glares scare away all the classmates I gathered. Even you need some fun in your school life you know."

"I, I don't remember...particularly asking you for this!"

"I don't remember you doing that either, but…"

I turned to face her and pushed my head toward her.

"But, because it is you I'm going through all this trouble. If I didn't care, then I would have ignored your existence and be on my merry way."

I placed the meal coupons on the collection booth. I could only use my right hand right from the beginning, which was extremely inconvenient. My left hand? Grabbing Houki and not letting her go. Most likely, this person's escape skill can rival that of an eel maybe a kunoichi.

"Wha, what do you mean..." she asked suddenly blushing.

"To this Doukugan Ryu, all his comrades are special, that includes you Houki."

Houki's gaze turned towards the ceiling, feeling silently depressed. This person, ever since I moved in with her, she got a lot more eccentric. No, seems like it has been like this since a long time ago. If I'm not careful, she'll break away from the group. That's Houki for ya.

"Th-That...thanks—"

"Here, two sets 'Meal of the day', sorry for making you wait."

I took my paid meal.

"Houki, are there any empty seats?"

"..."

"Houki?"

"...There're some empty seats over there."

She shook my hand off, grabbed her own set meal and hurriedly moved off. Huh, why? Why is she angry all of a sudden? I quickly caught up to Houki, I found two empty seats in front of me.

"It's not really nice of me to say this, but,"

"...What."

"Can you teach me anything related to IS? While fighting is a second nature for me, using an IS is still difficult. If this keeps up, I'll lose the battle next week without even doing anything."

"Who asked you to accept such a challenge, idiot."

"How could I not? This Doukugan Ryu is a symbol of conquest and power. I will never refuse a direct challenge to my pride and strength. Anyway, please help me in regards to this."

"..."

Silence. I got ignored. She's not just remaining silent, she's still eating that spinach salad as well. Such a cruel person. There was a time I stood up for you right…Don't ignore me Houki-chan.

"As I was saying, Houki—"

"Hey, aren't you that person mentioned in the rumors?"

A girl beside me suddenly asked me. She should be a third-year. The color of the tie varies according to the year. Blue for first-years, yellow for second-years, red for third-years. The ends are gradually curled up, and this curly-hairstyle's really memorable. She looks rather approachable, like a squirrel. Oh, completely different from this childhood friend of mine who narrowed her eyes.

"Humm? Is there another guy here? I never heard about that senpai." I said in a teasing voice which she smiled.

"I heard that you're going to fight against that representative, is it true?" she asked as she sat down next to me."

"Hm, that seems to be the case." I said in a mysterious tone.

"But you're still an amateur, right? How long have you piloted an IS?"

"How long...I guess about 20 minutes." I told her honestly.

"You can't win if that is the case. The key to an IS is the operation time. Your opponent's a representative, right? Then it's likely that she has exceeded 3 hours easily."

I tapped my finger on the table…amusing idea, but I am a man that makes the impossible possible..

"Hm, do you want me to teach you about the IS?"

The Senpai said this as she latched onto me.

Oh. How intimate. No matter who it is, it's a far cry from a childhood friend. Hummm…if Houki wouldn't help then I guess this might be ok.

"Okay, please—"

"No need. I'll be teaching him anyway."

Houki, who was eating her meal, suddenly said such a thing. Hoo… Is Houki going to teach me?

"You're only a first year, right? Pardon me, but I should be more suitable to teach him."

"...I, I'm Shinonono Tabane's little sister."

Houki said. It felt like she did not want to say it, but she said it reluctantly in the end.

'She used that trump card…must have felt desperate, but why?' I wondered cluelessly.

"Even if you say Shinono—huh~?"

Once she had said it, the senpai was stunned. That was to be expected, since the younger sister of the creator of the IS was right in front of her.

"Thus, there's no need to bother you."

"Is, is that so. If that's the case, then it can't be helped..."

As expected of the world famous genius' little sister. Anyone will be afraid when she uses that name. Houki 1 and Senpai 0.

I turned to Houki.

"What."

"...Well, are you going to teach me?"

"That's just what I said."

Humm…I doubted that she has much experience, but I did prefer a person that I know anyway.

"Today, after school."

"Hm?"

"Come to the kendo arena later. I want to see your improvements."

"Huh?... But what I want is the IS—"

"Just do as I say."

"...Got it."

Why is it that there are so many stubborn girls around me? Kojuro, you always smiled whenever something like this happened. Katakura Kojuro, my eternally faithful retainer. Assist your master, who is in need of your knowledge.

There were sounds of wooden swords clashing in the dojo.

"Hyaa!"

"ORA!"

The two clashed over and over again.

(TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!)

One came in for an overhead blow, but was blocked by a parry.

(PAM! PAM! PAM!)

She came in for another hit, but the boy simply sidestepped her strike.

He immediately grabbed her sword, with its glove, then burried his shoulder into her chest.

"AAGGHHH!"

He then performed a back kick on her chest again to knock her down.

She immediately stood up, to charge again, but had to block a wooden sword…that was thrown!

The male was upon her as he grabbed her shoulder and her extended arm to perform a simply swipe throw. As he was about to bring his fist down, she rolled over to get into a kneeling stance.

She quickly got up.

She charged at the other, but the other dodged and performed a body blow.

The first one was sent back a little, because of the body blow she didn't see a Tsuki( a kendo technique that is aimed at the throat with a thrust.) coming at her throat.

"My win…Houki." said a male's voice as his wooden sword stopped in front of her neck.

(Few minutes later)

"What was that?"

"Well, even if you ask me that..."

After school, we were at the kendo dojo. Even though it was packed with spectators, Houki was still throwing her temper at me.

10 minutes into the scrimmage, I won by a large margin and Houki raged at me as she took off her 'men'.

"Why did you fight like that? Some of those movements weren't even kendo!"

"I did tell you how I trained with the Katakura and all the street fights I got into. I mean if I was weak, then Yukihana wouldn't have hunted me down like this."

I pointed my wooden sword at her.

"Kendo is a sport…sport can't survive in a dangerous all-out fight. To win, I had to mix all kind of fighting style into one to adjust to any situation."

"...Did you stay in a Kendo club, during middle school?"

"Well, I was in the going home club, and I never missed a day during my three years."

Well actually, I went to work part-time to support my family and to lead an army of bikers to conquer other gangs. I had a lot of fun doing that.

"I'll train with you."

"What?"

" I'll train with you! I will not acknowledge this! Kendo is a proper art of sword, how dare you do this! You and I will train together for three hours, every day, after school."

It seems beating her so badly must be injured her pride as a warrior. Houki knows better than to use only one art, but beating her so dominatingly must have upset her a lot.

"What? That's a little too long—speaking of which, it's not IS training, you know."

"Obey me NOW!"

…She's rather angry. Seems like she won't listen no matter what I say.

"How miserable…how could I lose…I thought the gap was filled years ago."

Hoo…it seem her pride is hurt badly.

I patted her on her head.

"Yoshi, yoshi Houki-chan. We can-"

*Shua!* Right at the critical moment, the bamboo sword she swung down was blocked by my own bamboo sword. Wah, hold on, you idiot. I took off my gear already! Are you trying to kill me?

"Don't call me 'chan and I am not a dog!"

"But you make a cute puppy because of the-"

I was cut off again by a vicious slash. I barely dodged that

"Ca-Calm down a bit, Houki. I don't want to die yet, and you aren't at the age where you think about killing, right?"

After few minutes of running and begging, I finally managed to defuse her attack, as Houki glanced at me with a look of disdain before heading to the changing room. So amusing.

However...

Houki had become stronger. In the past, I would have won so much easier.

I smiled.

'You got strong Houki, but are you strong enough to stay by me without being torn to pieces?' I wondered.

Also there was a crowd that wasn't there earlier.

"…"

"Orimura-kun is, well...too strong"

"Too Strong? He just defeated Shinonono san, the Ghost Member of the Kendo Club!"

"He really is Orimura sensei's brother!"

Hey now…me being me has nothing to do with Nee-chan…besides the encouragement and the goal. I am aiming to be the strongest in japan and then the world. I will be the strongest man, that has right to protect the strongest woman.

This One Eyed Dragon swears it.

"Maybe I was a little too harsh..." muttered Houki as she was washing in the shower.

After six years, these two childhood friends finally met each other again. Being as childish as ever and seeing the places that grew up, her heart started to race.

"I guess it was expected. He did continue to wield a sword and he did fight that Yukihana girl with high level skill."

Inside the changing room of the kendo dojo, Houki was changing her clothes. Up till now, she has been thinking the same thing over and over again.

It was also like this in the past, he always won. She thought that the gap was filled years ago that she can match or surpass Ichika, but she was wrong.

Ichika has gotten so much stronger over the six years.

And he's a lot cooler than anyone else.

The eye-patch helps and along with the mysterious air and his confidence made her heart race.

"Ne-Never mind. That, erm, how can I explain it. The looks...ermm, aren't bad."

Of course, he's a lot more like an adult compared to 6 years ago. That cool looking expression alone gives the feeling that he has become a man. His expression was that of a man who already knows of his destination and willing is to venture into the danger to achieve his goal. He was so majestic.

Removing the scarf in her hair, her silky hair scattered and extended all the way to her waist. She stared at her hair…the style that Ichika liked her in.

"He knew all about me..."

6 years ago...it's been 6 years since they were 9 years old. His face and even other parts of his body have matured, He was missing an eye, but he was still Ichika. Also this childhood friend of hers immediately recognized her.

"Hoho."

This made her extraordinarily happy.

HE shared some of his history with her. She heard about his feats of beating down rival gangs and actually brought down the crime rate in his turf. He and his gang were like Robin Hood, a group of outlaws who defended the people. She heard about his training with the famous Katakura family, his friends in middle school, his followers, his right hand man, and his fights. However he never explained how he lost his eye.

"This thing? Well…it's a secret Houki-chan." It seems it is a touchy subject to him and she wouldn't prey into it.

"He never forgot me…even after 6 years."

Ichika, he said that he heard of the tournament from Katakura Kojuro, the champ from years ago. There is no way for that man to have any photos. However, Ichika 'recognized me straight away' with words of description alone. Moment he seen her he know it was her.

"Does this mean that it was worth not changing my hairstyle?"

It's as if she had placed all her hope on one single minor coincidence, as if she had been hoping for a wish to be granted; more or less, it was a childish thought on her part. Besides, Houki's a youthful 15-year-old girl, so it's not unnatural for her to be cautious about romance.

"...Huh!"

Suddenly, she saw her face in the mirror and recovered. "Ho..." She sighed, feeling rather embarrassed about that naive expression on her face as she backed off. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't control herself. It looked like there was only one way for Houki to regain her composure. She let out a scowl again.

"A-anyway, starting tomorrow, it'll be special training every day after school. It'll be him and me spending hours to see whose skill is superior. Also he will be able to train with me as soon as his personal suit is made."

Now she had a reason to be with Ichika tomorrow.

"…"

"No! I´m not thinking of it like that!"

There's nothing illogical about it, and there's nothing to worry about. There's nothing strange at all!

"That's why it's righteous!" shouted Houki as she clenched her fist.

(Ichika POV)

Week 2, Monday. The day of the match against Cecilia.

"—As I was saying, Houki." I draw out.

"What now, Ichika?"

"Maybe I'm thinking too much." I said in a deadpan voice.

"Really? Maybe you are."

"What about my IS training?"

"..."

"Don't, you, pretend, to, be, looking, somewhere, else." I scold her.

In those six days, Houki and I spend a lot of effort and time on kendo training, the problem is that that's the only thing she did. The practice benefited her more than me.

"It, it can't be helped anyway. You don't have an IS."

"You could have taught me all the textbook stuff and basic operations!" I groaned out,

"..."

"Don't, you, pretend, to, be, looking, somewhere, else." I scold her again suppressing my own twitch of anger.

Anyway, that's the case right now. There seems to be quite the dispute over my Personal IS, and thus, it hasn't arrived yet. That's right, as of today, it has yet to arrive.

"..."

"..."

Houki and I remained silent.

"O-Orimura-kun, Orimura-kun, Orimura-kun!"

The vice homeroom teacher that I'm so familiar with, Yamada-sensei came running to the A-block seating area of the 3rd arena.

She looked like she was going to tumble at any time as her feet movement made everyone worry for her like usual. However, she seems to be a lot hastier than usual.

"Please calm down, Yamada-sensei. Here, take a deep breath."

"Okay, breathe in~ breathe out, breathe in~ breathe out."

I patted her shoulder, but it seemed to make her more nervious,

I put my forehead on her own.

"…Yamada sensei, do you have a fever?"

Yamada sensei didn't reply, but blushed up a storm…strange, why do girls do that whenever I check on their health.

"Don't play around with a teacher, you fool."

This voice…my beloved sister is here to cheer me on.

"Chifuyu-nee..."

*PANG!*

"Call me Orimura-sensei. Remember this, or die."

Wah! You heard that? I don't think that's what an educator should say. It's because you have such a personality that you don't have a boyfriend even though you're a beauty. Of course I will rid of any trash who dares to approach Nee-chan. If you want Nee-chan, then you must be stronger than me!

"Hmph. If I didn't have to take care of this stupid brother, forget about dating, I could have already gotten married by this time."

Oh, mind reading. Any trick is useless against Chifuyu-nee. However if there is a guy who has the balls to marry you while I am alive, then his balls must be made of brass steel.

"Th-that, there! It's here! Orimura-kun's personal IS!"

"ICHIKA SAMA!" a familiar voice rang out.

I turned around to see Kojuro running at me.

"…Kojuro?"

He immediately bowed down.

"Ichika sama, this Kojuro has arrived with your new steed sir!"

"My steed?...you mean my personal IS! How the hell did you get a hold of it?"

"Around the time you were sent to the IS Gakuen, contacted me to help her to finalize your steed sir. I immediately provided her with all the information I can for the suit to be fit for your style and personality. Because this, Shinonono-dono had to spend the last 2 weeks to completely redo the IS to the point it became a whole new IS than from the beginning."

"Hoo…Tabane-Nee went through all that trouble…I better thank her when I see her again."

Tabane-Nee was in hidding but it seems she came out of her way to help me.

"She deserves a nice hug and a pat on her head." I muttered softly.

"Also sir, since the Katakura family had added their support to the creation of this IS, the engineer crews are mostly from my family that is most trust worthy. Some of other crews for labors are actually some of your followers."

"They're here? I hope they don't get into trouble."

"Don't worry sir! They were all given strict instruction to behave and they were given a one day pass to be here."

"Good job, Kojuro!"

"Thousand thanks for your praise my lord!"

"Orimura, hurry up and get ready. You can only use the arena for a limited time, so make this match yours."

"Hai! Nee-chan!"

"Ichika-sama your steed awaits you that way." said Kojuro as he pointed to the right.

There was a cargo door.

The cargo doors of the base opened, letting out a blunt sound.

Emptiness.

I stepped forward.

The slanted, patterned fireproof doors let out a heavy opening sound. On the other side of the door, it gradually appeared in front of me.

The 'Kuro' is over there.

As promised ch3 and 4 is here!

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