This is an AI rewrite of IS and Sekirei Brave New World. I got the idea from a Discord server, which lit a fire in me, so I started this experiment. Let's see how far this rabbit hole goes down.
Story-wise, nothing is going to change from this story. It will be the same as the original story but with improved grammar.
There are a few more experiments that I would like to run on this.
For those new to this story, there is some inspiration from "A Veil of Passion" by Phen0m20.
It takes place after the Sekirei Plan ended, and the story is based on the Infinite Stratos anime, manga, and light novel.
There are, of course, the lyrics.
I am not going on the complete rewrite, though. The smaller chapters will be mixed into one until I find they have a good word count. And for the smut, CHAT GPT can't go over that.
That will be the normal one. I hope none of you mind that.
And for the new readers, welcome to the party.
Dying swans, twisted wings
Beauty not needed here
Lost my love,
Lost my life in this garden of fear
Original dates of upload
Chapter One: 04/01/2019
Chapter Two: 13/01/2019
Chapter Three: 07/02/2019
Minato awoke amidst the bodies of several females. He is now buried under seven, where his former self would have complained about two or three Sekirei.
However, one could be considered an exception among the Sekirei. Beside him lay a single human female, Chiho Hidaka, the Ashikabi of Uzume, or the first Ashikabi. During their time at the inn, Uzume experienced an unexpected reaction towards Minato, which was peculiar since she had already been winged for a second time by Chiho.
The crest on her acquired a second circle not too long ago. When Chiho discovered Minato's lengths to save her and her Sekirei, she grew fond of the man. Minato's transformation from a meek and withdrawn young man into someone more confident and assertive only solidified her approval.
Thus, with Chiho's blessing, Uzume pursued a relationship with Minato. Despite her attraction to him odd, Uzume's affection was undeniable, especially after all he had done for her. Her teasing only confirmed her feelings. And she wasn't the only new addition to Minato's 'harem.' Chiho herself followed her Sekirei's lead, falling for Minato as well.
The situation escalated when Chiho expressed her desire for Uzume to have children with Minato. While the majority, including Musubi, Matsu, and Kazehana, welcomed the familiar face into their little family without issue—the latter two even hoped for such an outcome—Kusano was overjoyed at the prospect of U-nee-chan joining them and looked forward to playing with Chi-chan.
Tsukiumi, however, was less than pleased. Already frustrated with Kagari and Kazehana's presence despite her claims of being Minato's actual wife, she nearly destroyed the inn. Fortunately, Tsukiumi calmed down after understanding Chiho's reasons for wanting a relationship with Minato.
Ultimately, the details faded into insignificance. What mattered was Minato's life amidst several unearthly beauties. Six of the seven were Sekirei, alien beings who had crashed on Earth.
After a blood-soaked game concluded, most Sekirei sought their Ashikabi or true loves while the world continued its tumultuous turn.
Upon returning to Shinto Teito, Minato learned of the Infinite Stratos, a machine invented by the prodigious Tabane Shinonono. With the power of a nuclear weapon, a soldier's agility, and a jet's speed, it was a formidable creation. Despite Sekirei's strength, skilled pilots proved that even they could not withstand the Infinite Stratos. The Japanese government, wary of the power held by a few through the Sekirei, saw the machine as a necessary advancement.
Tabane, viewing the world as a playground like Minaka, initiated an arms race by distributing the cores globally. Interestingly, only women could pilot the Infinite Stratos, shifting gender dynamics significantly. However, life was satisfactory for Minato, removed from these concerns and surrounded by loved ones.
The presence of the Infinite Stratos was a distant concern. With the support of his lovers and the strong women in his life—from his grandmother to his sister and his mother, not to mention Tsukiumi—he adapted well to his situation.
If only he could escape before Miya appeared in his room, wielding a demon mask and summoning them all for breakfast. He extricated himself from the warm embrace of his lovers, only to be confronted by a familiar, daunting presence at the door.
"My, Mr. Sahashi, can you explain to a demure woman why I catch you sneaking out of bed with several girls that have taken up residence in your room? Again? Might I remind you of the rules?"
Minato had begun to pray for whatever God he hoped would listen to him and help him escape his predicament.
The Sekirei had also been stirring from their slumber, realizing they had to miss breakfast again. In the midst of it, Chiho had nestled herself closer in Uzume's lap, silently wishing the chaos of awakening might dissipate like a bad dream. Meanwhile, Minato, tangled in the warmth and complexity of his situation, pondered over possible escape routes from the impending hustle.
Fortunately, he wasn't alone in his contemplation. Assistance came from an unexpected quarter, offering hope amidst the domestic unrest.
"Miya, give the kid a break, please. After all, I am surprised that every one of our residents has slept through the night. Besides, weren't you the one that said Kusano had the green light to sleep next to Minato?"
Their landlord had walked into the room, all too happy to help out Minato and his Sekirei.
Takehito Asama's appearance was marked by his distinctive grey hair, which partially obscured his face, and his kimono, mirroring Miya's in color but carrying its unique aura. Observing the sleeping assembly with an amused gaze, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It pleased him to see Minato looking after the Inn with care and attracting the attention of the Single Numbers—an impressive feat.
What intrigued him further was Minato's ability to bond with a Sekirei previously winged by another, a rare occurrence that spoke volumes of the young man's character. Thus, Takehito chose to let Minato be, recognizing the significant cleanup the young man had undertaken.
As he wrapped his arms around Miya, her reaction was instantaneous—a blush spread across her cheeks, and she stammered like a schoolgirl caught off guard. This vulnerability revealed that she had momentarily forgotten her facade as a demure widow.
Takehito, adhering to the inn's rules yet with a lenient heart, seemed unfazed by the fact that Minato's room had become a sanctuary for most of the Sekirei. His thoughts wandered to the future, speculating on the kind of children that might emerge from such unique unions.
While Seo's story was one thing, Takehito harbored a secret hope to witness the offspring of these remarkable bonds himself—if he didn't find himself stepping into the role before Minato.
"We can all understand why you wanted Kusano to sleep in Minato's room."
In a moment of rare, sharp insight, Musubi instinctively covered Kusano's ears, shielding her from the adult nuances of the conversation. Clueless yet determined, Musubi's action was a testament to her protective instincts. Having pieced together the undercurrents of the dialogue, Minato found himself oscillating between awkwardness and amusement at the unfolding scene.
Matsu, ever the instigator, seized the opportunity to tease Miya, reveling in the soap opera-esque drama that their lives had become. Kazehana, amidst her disarray, couldn't help but smile at the exchange, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Uzume as they both snickered over Takehito's ability to elicit such a blush from Miya.
Tsukiumi, on the other hand, was utterly taken aback. The sight of the usually composed landlady acting so out of character sent her into a state of shock, her cheeks flushing a shade rivaling the morning sky.
"Now then," Takehito announced, breaking the moment, "I think we all need breakfast, especially me. Last night was rough. You sometimes forget that I'm only human, dear." With that, Miya disentangled herself and walked away, leaving the group to echo the same thought mentally:
'Too much information, Doctor, too much information.'
After dressing in their respective rooms, the group convened for breakfast, a day free from the obligations of college or work stretching out before them. The meal passed amidst their usual antics, and afterward, Minato found himself outside, Musubi contently seated in his lap, basking in the simple joy of their togetherness.
Wrapping his arms around her, Minato, the former ronin, cherished the moment of peace with the girl he had lost for a year. Sitting there with nothing to worry about but the girl in his lap and the sun in the sky, he fully relaxed.
They had time now—time to explore the things they had never had the chance to do before. Yet, as is often the case, such tranquil moments are fleeting, passing all too quickly.
As Minato lounged outside, his tranquility was abruptly interrupted by Uzume's hurried descent down the stairs. The urgency etched on her face was unmistakable, compelling him to turn towards her with concern.
"Minato, Matsu needs you right now."
"Uzume, what's wrong?" he inquired, sensing the moment's seriousness.
"Matsu has summoned you. She's come across some big news," Uzume replied, her voice tense with urgency. Musubi glanced between the two, sensing the gravity of the situation, and swiftly hopped off Minato's lap. Together, they raced up the stairs, heading straight for the techno wizard's domain.
"Matsu, what happened?" Minato asked, breathless from the swift ascent.
The door swung open, revealing Matsu with her distinctive red hair. She gestured them inside, where the glow of multiple screens illuminated the dim room. On the main display, a young man's image was frozen—his black hair and brown eyes familiar, his build athletic and lean, reminiscent of a swimmer's physique.
Minato's heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. "Ichika?" he murmured, disbelief coloring his tone.
"Someone you know?" Matsu inquired, taken aback by her Ashikabi's immediate recognition.
"Yes, I know him. Or better said, I knew him. He and his older sister lived near us a few years back. We often hung out, and I looked out for him in his sister's absence. What's the issue with him?" Minato's concern was palpable, his history with Ichika surfacing unexpectedly.
Matsu momentarily contemplated the depths of Minato's past but decided to focus on the pressing matter. "He's the first male Infinite Stratos Pilot," she revealed, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.
"What?" The news struck Minato like a lightning bolt, rendering him speechless.
"He's the first male Infinite Stratos Pilot," Matsu repeated, her voice steady despite the magnitude of her announcement. Minato, overwhelmed by the revelation, sank into the nearest chair.
"When did this happen?" he asked, struggling to grasp the implications of such a groundbreaking development.
"Just this morning. The internet has been abuzz with activity. I've been monitoring the situation closely, and it's clear that he is indeed the first male IS pilot. This is monumental news, given his age makes him eligible for the ISA," Matsu explained, her focus unwavering from the screens that lit up the dim room.
Downstairs, Miya absorbed the unfolding revelation, her expression one of shock. Across from her, Takehito sat, equally taken aback.
"Isn't that the younger brother of...?" Takehito began, trailing off, the weight of the situation dawning on him.
"Her. Yes, indeed. And we both understand the implications of this," Miya interjected, her tone grave. She had been a constant in the lives of the Orimura siblings, just as Minato had. However, the news of Ichika's achievement carried a foreboding air. Miya was well aware of the similarities between Minato and Ichika. While she found amusement in teasing Minato and ensuring his Sekirei remained in check, she was acutely aware that their dalliances were inching toward a point of no return.
Despite their flaws, it was evident that the girls harbored a deep affection for Minato, even if admitting such feelings was challenging for some. Yet, Miya sensed that Ichika's situation might unfold differently. The city's streets, where it was not uncommon to witness females asserting dominance over males, painted a stark picture of societal dynamics. Despite her upbringing and care under Takehito's watchful eye, Miya always stood firmly against cruelty, often intervening with decisive action.
The Orimura siblings' connection to the IS and the skies was not the sole link to the unfolding drama. Miya's own experiences, including the annoying antics of that "rabbit"—a veiled reference to Tabane—served as a reminder of the tumult that had engulfed their lives a decade prior.
"Do you think we need to prepare another room?" Miya pondered aloud, the reality of their situation settling in.
"It might not be long before we have to," Takehito responded, his thoughts drifting to his research and the hope for a quieter existence with Minato. "I had hoped for a period of calm."
"You better think again," Miya countered, her gaze steady. "In all these years, tranquility has been elusive. We're facing new challenges now."
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Seated in front of the television, Ichika Orimura seemed to stare through it, his expression one of someone who had glimpsed into some form of hell. Life had thrown him many curveballs, but nothing had prepared him for being assigned to the Infinite Stratos Academy (ISA)—Japan's most controversial educational institution and a veritable nightmare for taxpayers.
While he had grown accustomed to the decade-long phenomena surrounding the Infinite Stratos, the prospect of attending a school where he would be the only male within a three-kilometer radius was daunting.
Living with a former Pilot had given him a firsthand understanding of the mindset that dominated the ISA. Cursing his luck, he flicked through the channels, only to find every station buzzing with the news of his unprecedented status as the first male Pilot. Great, he thought, recalling the last time such media frenzy had erupted was when Shinto Teito (formerly Tokyo) reopened, revealing the conflict involving a hundred "alien" Sekirei.
Aliens were very sexy, though.
Despite the four-year age difference, Ichika had shared a close bond with Minato Sahashi, forged in the village near Minato's grandparents' dojo where Ichika had lived. Their friendship was peppered with friendly rivalry, especially involving Houki, Ichika's childhood friend, and Minato's little sister, Yukari, who frequently clashed with each other.
Yet, contact with Minato had dwindled to nothing over the years—not that Ichika blamed him. After all, Minato's life had taken a dramatic turn, marrying six Sekirei and reaching a mutual understanding with another Ashikabi and her Sekirei, extending his family to eight women. Despite the unconventional arrangement, they had found a way to make it work.
The sound of a door opening snapped Ichika back to reality, and he didn't need to look to know who had entered.
Chifuyu Orimura—his sister, the first Brunhilde, the world's best Pilot, and a towering figure of female supremacy. She was also, in Ichika's eyes, a shitty guardian and caretaker, their strained relationship a product of her actions, not his.
As Ichika attempted to process his sister's unexpected visit, he was abruptly brought back to reality by a ten-kilogram book crashing into his stomach. Gasping for air, he managed to ask, "Would it kill you to just hand it to me?"
Chifuyu's response was curt, devoid of empathy. "I don't have time to entertain your improper thoughts. So, have you been assigned to the ISA? You'll need this book." Ichika glanced down at the title—an Infinite Stratos guide.
"Who said I'm going?" Ichika retorted with a newfound defiance, surprising even himself.
"I did," Chifuyu replied, taken aback by the assertiveness in her brother's voice.
"And where exactly have you been? Two months without a call or text, and now you just show up, assault me with this book, and decree that I'm attending that school?" Ichika's frustration was palpable.
"Ichika, I don't have time for this. You're going to that school, end of discussion." Chifuyu attempted to leave, but Ichika, fueled by courage, blocked her path.
"Not until you explain where you've been and how you got this book. What's really going on?" he demanded, aware of the risks he was taking by confronting her.
Chifuyu's anger simmered beneath the surface as she faced her brother, the only family she had left, and internally lamented her failures. "I'm a teacher at the ISA. I've arranged for you to be in my class. That's been my job since I returned from Germany and how I acquired the book," she revealed, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.
"That was three years ago. You haven't been there for me since then—just an occasional visit, 'Ms. Orimura'," Ichika said, his words laced with bitterness.
"Now, expect me to accept this and attend that school? Why should I? It doesn't sound like a good idea to me."
Chifuyu, attempting to regain control of the conversation, challenged him, "So you're saying you, my little brother, aren't thrilled about attending a school where you're the only male? I'd think it'd be every boy your age's dream."
"Besides the obvious issue of where I'll even go to the bathroom, no, I'm not thrilled," Ichika retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm. "I doubt you're aware, Orimura-sensei, but being surrounded by Infinite Stratos Pilots 24/7 doesn't sound appealing. Living with you has been... manageable. But those girls will likely view me as nothing more than a servant or a slave, not exactly a thrilling prospect unless, of course, it was a school filled with Sekirei."
His voice trailed off into a dreamy tone, only to be snapped back to reality by a sharp reprimand from his sister.
"Stop that nonsense. Those 'aliens' are beyond your reach, and they've all found their significant others. It would be best if you consider yourself lucky to be in the presence of such elite women," Chifuyu chastised, her patience wearing thin.
Ichika, undeterred, continued, "But what's the use of being around beauty if it's paired with naivety or, worse, a propensity to treat me as less than human? And for the record, those Sekirei seem to be the only ones capable of forming meaningful relationships in Japan."
Although Ichika's statement was hyperbolic, his conversations with Minato illuminated the unique bonds between Sekirei and their Ashikabi—a rarity that Minato exemplified with his six Sekirei.
Ichika recounted the tales Minato had shared: Takano Kouji's recovery and reunion with Namiji, Oosumi Orihiko and Kaho's rekindled relationship, and Shigi Haruka's academic success and life with Kuno.
These stories of Sekirei and Ashikabi finding happiness post-conflict offered a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
Yet, as Chifuyu declared with finality, "You are going to the ISA. I expect you to excel, so start preparing." Her gaze was as piercing as ever, a reminder of her unyielding expectations.
"I stopped trying to follow in your footsteps a long time ago. I am not you," Ichika muttered, retreating to the living room to begin his unwanted studies. This journey to the ISA wouldn't be easy, and he pondered alternate plans as he delved into the guide.
Hours later, after immersing himself in the text, Ichika decided to call it a night. Before shutting down, he noticed a new email. Its sender's name was eerily familiar and recently mentioned by Chifuyu. Curiosity piqued, he opened the message, finding only a brief note within.
Ichika,
I heard what happened to you becoming the first male Infinite Stratos Pilot. We both have a relatively good idea of what the school might be like. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask me, and I'll help you.
I can only say that standing up for yourself and making clear lines about yourself is the only way to survive there.
Sorry for the late mail.
Good luck out there.
Ichika smiled at the text, and he just replied due to the late hour.
Thank you, Minato. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.
Please give my regards to everyone there.
Sorry, it is late at my place. I'll send a more extensive email when I get to the ISA.
Ichika went up to his bed and quickly fell asleep. It would be wild enough already throughout the days.
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Ichika Orimura found himself in an unfamiliar territory, the center of attention for twenty-nine pairs of curious eyes. Each gaze seemed to scrutinize him as if he were an exhibit in a zoo—a lone male in a sea of females. The teacher stood at the front, a young woman with mint green hair and an ensemble that screamed anything but conventional. Her yellow dress and knee-high boots, complemented by oversized glasses, might have given her a nerdy appearance if not for the undeniable allure that transcended her attempt at modesty.
Caught in the throes of adolescence, Ichika couldn't help but notice the show of cleavage, which only added to his discomfort. Sarcasm dripped from his silent commentary on the situation, a coping mechanism for the surreal reality he found himself in.
'Just great. This is going to be so much fun. Not just here but for the rest of my life.'
As the teacher encouraged the class to engage in self-introductions based on seating arrangements, Ichika mentally distanced himself from the proceedings, only half-listening to the parade of names and personal tidbits. That was until Houki made her introduction. The recognition was instant—Houki had changed physically, and Ichika hoped her maturity had kept pace.
When his turn inevitably arrived, Ichika stood, his heart racing as he faced the collective gaze of the classroom. "My name is Ichika Orimura. As you can see, I'm the first and, so far, only male Infinite Stratos Pilot. How I can pilot it is as much a mystery to me as it is to you," he added, hoping to preempt the inevitable questions.
"I'm fifteen years old, Japanese, and have no hobbies. I'm just your average guy," he concluded, his words hanging awkwardly. The teacher's reaction—a slight flinch—didn't escape his notice, her expression mirroring his internal resignation.
"May I sit down?" he inquired, eager to retreat from the spotlight. However, it wasn't the teacher who responded. Instead, a forceful hand pressed him down until his face met the desk. As he looked up, resigned, he was met with a familiar pair of eyes belonging to none other than his sister, Chifuyu.
'It could only be her,' Ichika thought, hoping for some semblance of mercy as he met his sister's gaze.
Ichika's introduction had barely concluded when he faced the stern critique of his sister—now officially his teacher. "What sort of introduction was that?" Chifuyu demanded, confirming Ichika's fears about her new role in his life.
"Hey there, sis. What brings you to this part of the school?" Ichika attempted to deflect, only to be met with a forceful reminder of her authority as she slammed his head down, a move that, under different circumstances, might have warranted a medical examination.
"In this school, it's Ms. Orimura, you idiot. And I'll ask again, what sort of introduction was that?" Chifuyu's tone brooked no argument, yet Ichika couldn't resist a jab.
"Maybe if you let me up and stopped assaulting my cognitive function, I might manage a better one," he retorted, his voice muffled against the desk. Chifuyu's glare intensified, but she relented, allowing him to sit up properly and, hopefully, gather his scattered wits.
The interruption from Maya Yamada, the assistant teacher, gave Ichika a brief respite. "So, Ms. Orimura, is the meeting over?" Maya inquired, her overly enthusiastic smile starkly contrasting the tension between the siblings.
"That's correct, Ms. Yamada. My apologies for hijacking your introduction," Chifuyu responded with civility reserved for her colleagues alone. Turning back to the class, she introduced herself with an authority that demanded attention.
"Everyone, I am Chifuyu Orimura. This year, I will be instructing you in the operation and control of an IS. You are expected to memorize and comprehend everything I teach. Those who struggle will receive my guidance until mastery is achieved. Respect and obedience are not optional."
As Chifuyu laid out her expectations, Ichika pondered the sanity of assigning her a teaching role. However, the class reacted far from his skepticism—they were ecstatic.
"KYAAA—! It's Chifuyu-sama in person!" the room erupted with adulation.
"I've been a fan forever!"
"I enrolled here from North Kyushu out of admiration for you, onee-sama!"
The declarations of adoration continued, spanning from southern Hokkaido to the depths of the students' devotion. Ichika exchanged a look with his sister, his expression a mix of disbelief and resignation, 'Really? This class?'
Chifuyu's glare in response was sharp, yet it conveyed a clear message. 'Do you really think any other classes would be any better?'
'Point taken.'
Resigned to his fate, Ichika sighed, "What was that about then? Care to define my liberties here, big sis?" The loss of a few thousand brain cells seemed a small price for the semblance of defiance.
"That's Ms. Orimura to you," Chifuyu corrected, her tone final, leaving no room for familial concessions in the classroom.
Ichika's attempts to free himself from Chifuyu's metaphorical clutches proved futile as the class's curiosity about their relationship peaked. "Hold on. Does that mean Orimura-kun is Chifuyu-sama's younger brother?" One student finally voiced out, breaking the silence.
With a resigned sigh, Ichika acknowledged the apparent connection, though Chifuyu's confirmation—"We share the last name. Isn't that obvious? And yes, he's my younger idiot brother." This was less than flattering. Ichika bit back his retort, choosing to remain silent in a class he deemed less than insightful.
As the lesson progressed, Ichika desperately wished for a stroke of genius to bail him out, his mind struggling to keep pace with the onslaught of information. The hefty book in his room, which he had barely made a dent in, seemed like his only lifeline.
"So, does anyone have a problem with this?"
When Maya inquired if anyone was having trouble keeping up, Ichika, ever the "good-natured idiot," was raising his hand.
"Yes, Orimura?"
"Could we slow it down a bit? I can barely keep up with this lesson." Maya looked around the classroom, seeing that the other students didn't seem to have any issues with it.
"Does anyone else have difficulties with this lesson?"
His hand remained up in the lone sea of silence.
Chifuyu's response, laden with an ominous tone, began to talk.
"Orimura. Didn't you read the book that I assigned to you?"
Ichika was not in the mood to play around.
"If you expect me to cram a book over 500 pages in one night, I am sorry to disappoint." From his tone, it was clear that he was anything but apologizing.
"Fine. You'll see me after class for supplementary lessons," Chifuyu decreed, a sentence that, under different circumstances, might have felt like a reprieve. To Ichika, however, it spelled out a long and arduous journey ahead, one he was not particularly looking forward to.
The class eventually concluded, leaving Ichika to collapse onto his desk, overwhelmed by the day's events and the prospect of enduring Chifuyu's tutoring sessions. 'Great. Just a few hours in, and I'm already on the brink,' he lamented internally until a familiar face from the past appeared before him.
"Hey, Houki," he greeted, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and resignation.
"Ichika. Can we talk?" Houki's request, though simple, carried weight, prompting Ichika to adopt a deadpan expression.
"Aren't we doing that already?" he quipped, only to be met with Houki's glare.
"Private on the roof, preferably."
With a sigh, acknowledging the potential for a brief respite in the fresh air, Ichika acquiesced. "Lead the way." As they departed, Ichika sensed the curious glances of his classmates but chose to ignore them. His focus was on Houki, his childhood friend, whose temperament he remembered all too well.
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Under the watchful eyes of their classmates, Ichika found himself confronting Houki's nervousness, a clear sign that their impromptu meeting outside the classroom was loaded with unspoken questions. He broke the ice with an attempt at normalcy, acknowledging the years that had stretched between their last encounter.
"So Houki, what's up?" His voice was steady, betraying none of the apprehension he felt. "It's been a while, six years."
The passage of time hung heavily between them as Houki responded, her voice a mix of nostalgia and hesitation. "It's indeed been a while. So, Ichika. How have you been doing?"
"Fine. I heard you won the Kendo Championship last year," Ichika ventured, aiming to bridge the gap with a piece of news he thought would please her.
To his surprise, Houki's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes widening in shock. "How do you know that?" she stammered, clearly not expecting him to have kept up with her achievements.
Ichika, leaning casually against the wall, offered a simple explanation, "I know that because I read newspapers," his words laced with amusement at her reaction.
His following comment, though, seemed to catch her off guard. "You haven't your hairstyle. Looks good on you." Houki's blush deepened, and she turned away, unable to meet his gaze as a gust of wind added a momentary pause to their conversation—a silent interlude filled with tension and unasked questions.
As the bell's echo faded, Ichika caught the telltale of curiosity from a few of his classmates, confirming his suspicion that they had been spying on his conversation with Houki. With a sense of resignation, he suggested they return to class, stepping back into the academic fray that had already proven overwhelming. Despite his best efforts, the material seemed to dance beyond his grasp, leaving him adrift in a sea of information.
Exhausted, Ichika collapsed onto his desk, his mind a whirlpool of facts and figures that refused to settle. In this state of mental turmoil, he noticed a striking figure approaching him—a blond student with an unmistakably Western demeanor and piercing blue eyes that seemed to scrutinize him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "May I have a moment of your time?" she inquired, her tone laced with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.
Caught off guard, Ichika's response was less than eloquent. "Huh?" The simplicity of his reply seemed to offend her.
"What was that of a response? You should feel honored that you're talking to me. I hope you'll improve on your attitude." Her words were meant to chastise, but Ichika was already at his limit and uninterested in placating her ego.
"Keep dreaming," he retorted sharply, dismissing her and the attention their exchange had garnered from the class. His priority wasn't to make friends, especially not under these circumstances.
"I don't even have a clue who you are," he confessed, uninterested in her apparent status.
"I'm Cecilia Alcott. You've never heard of the representative candidate for the UK?" Her doubt was palpable, but Ichika's indifference only fueled her frustration.
"What's that?" His lack of recognition sent a ripple of shock through the classroom, with several students reacting visibly to his dismissal.
Cecilia's patience waned as she began an entire monologue.
"Are you serious? You do not know what the representative candidate is. We are the chosen elites selected by their countries to represent them as IS pilots."
Yet, Ichika's disinterest remained unshaken. "Do you expect me to give a care about a thing that I was supposed to be never in contact with?" he challenged, unwilling to entertain her superiority complex.
His blunt refusal to acknowledge her importance seemed to strike a nerve. "You came to me, and you talked like you're someone great, and I should be honored to be in the same room as you. But the only thing you've been doing is increasing my headache. So, if you can get your hands off my desk so I can start with the next torture, it would be greatly appreciated," he concluded, exhausted by the ordeal.
Taking aback by his audacity, Cecilia stormed off with a parting threat, "This isn't over." Ichika, however, was already mentally checked out, dreading the continuation of the day and the inevitable supplementary lessons with Chifuyu. The prospect of enduring more interactions like this left him longing for the day's end as he navigated the complex social landscape of the Infinite Stratos Academy.
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Minato's journey through the city served as a much-needed reprieve from the complexities of his life, particularly the recent news that Ichika was attending the Infinite Stratos Academy. The thought stirred a mix of concern and reflection within him, given his experiences navigating a life dominated by strong-willed women.
From his assertive sister, Yukari, to his determined mother, Takami, Minato had always been under the influence of formidable female figures.
This dynamic, perhaps, explained his escape to Ichika's company and his self-identification as more of an omega—a man who sought not dominance but to endure the day's challenges with grace.
Accompanying him on his city walk was Kagari, the only Sekirei not to share his bed that morning. Kagari's recent transformation from male to female had been a complete shift, leaving little trace of her former self, a bewildering and profound change. Minato empathized with Kagari's discomfort, understanding the dissonance between one's physical form and internal identity.
Despite the unique circumstances of her transformation, Kagari found a semblance of peace in Minato's presence, the only person before whom she felt comfortable in her new skin. This acceptance was a testament to their bond, distinct from the dynamics within Minato's more enormous harem.
Reflecting on the relationships among the Sekirei, Minato considered the dynamics of consent and comfort. He recognized that, aside from Chiho and possibly Kusano, the others had their complex interactions, some more forward than others. Yet, it was Kusano, the innocent among them, whom he deemed least likely to overstep boundaries with Kagari.
The thought of the Sekirei's escapades brought a mix of concern and amusement to Minato. The love hotels were a compromise, a solution to their desires without overstepping the boundaries set by Miya and Takehito.
Speaking of Takehito, Minato found solace in their recent conversations. Takehito's resurrection and pragmatic view of the Sekirei's antics provided a stabilizing influence, agreeing with Miya on maintaining decorum within the inn, especially for Kusano's sake.
Minato's contemplative walk through the city wasn't just a physical journey but a mental one, navigating the intersections of loyalty, love, and the complexities of relationships within his unique family dynamic.
As they navigated the city's bustling streets, the conversation between Minato and Kagari delved deeper into the realm of concern and contemplation. Kagari, with her rich history of human interaction, both as a host and a bartender, was well-versed in the nuances of change and adaptation.
Her transition from male to female had given her a unique perspective on identity and the complexities of relationships, making her an ideal confidant for Minato in times of uncertainty.
"Something on your mind?" Kagari's inquiry was gentle yet pointed, cutting through the hum of the city to the heart of Minato's preoccupation.
Minato's response was tinged with worry, his thoughts firmly on Ichika's new venture into the Infinite Stratos Academy. "Just thinking about Ichika. I wonder how he's doing there. I can't imagine it's not easy for him." His concern was palpable, reflecting the depth of their bond—a relationship built on mutual care and support extending beyond their immediate world's confines.
Kagari, absorbing Minato's concerns, found herself both surprised and not by his admission. "You're worried for him?" she prodded, seeking to understand the extent of Minato's apprehension. His nod confirmed his anxiety, underscoring a fundamental aspect of his character: the instinct to help and protect those close to him.
This unexpected revelation was in line with the qualities that made Minato a desirable Ashikabi. His compassion, coupled with a deep sense of responsibility towards his friends and Sekirei alike, highlighted why he sought Kagari's company—not just for the solace of her presence but for her insight and guidance.
Minato's reliance on Kagari for advice was a testament to their connection, which had withstood the test of Kagari's transformation.
Gender change, while profound, had not altered the foundation of their relationship. Instead, it enriched Minato's understanding and appreciation of Kagari's experiences and perspectives.
As Minato contemplated his concerns for Ichika, he recognized Kagari as his most reliable advisor. Musubi's innocence, Kusano's youth, and the distinctive personalities of Kazehana, Matsu, and Tsukiumi presented challenges in seeking counsel.
Kagari, with her blend of empathy, experience, and understanding, emerged as the clear choice for guidance. Her ability to navigate her complex journey offered Minato solace and a unique viewpoint from which to approach his worries for Ichika.
He would have gone to Uzume or Chiho, but with both girls out on their date, it left Minato with Kagari. So, this was the perfect occasion.
"You, girl, linked your lives with your Ashikabi—another reason you, Sekirei, are such fascinating beings. But with Ichika, he is in a school where none of those girls have any idea how to act around guys. It can't go well. Especially with the mindset that most women have nowadays."
Minato's concerns extended beyond the mere presence of girls around Ichika; the complexity of their interactions and the potential for misunderstanding worried him.
Kagari nodded, her understanding deepened by her own experiences. "True. And there are other things." Her acknowledgment opened the door to a broader discussion about the intricacies of relationships within and beyond the Sekirei Plan.
Minato's comment about the link between Sekirei and their Ashikabi highlighted a profound connection rooted in mutual respect and deep emotional bonds. This contrasted sharply with the environment Ichika faced, where the dynamics of gender and power could lead to challenging situations, given the prevailing attitudes and the novelty of his presence as the sole male in an otherwise all-female academy.
Kagari's agreement, "True. And there are other things," suggested a wealth of unspoken knowledge and insights, perhaps relating to her observations of human behavior and the complexities of Sekirei-human interactions.
Her experiences as both a male and a female, as well as her role as a bartender listening to the stories of countless patrons, had given her a unique perspective on the myriad ways relationships could unfold.
"You girls linked your lives with your Ashikabi—another reason you, Sekirei, are such fascinating beings. But with Ichika, he is in a school where none of those girls have any idea how to act around guys. It can't go well. Especially with the mindset that most women have nowadays," Minato shared his concerns, his words painting a picture of the cultural chasm Ichika might be facing.
Kagari, familiar with both the admiration and the disdain the remaining Sekirei held for modern human relationship dynamics, understood Minato's apprehensions.
The Sekirei's concept of an eternal bond was at odds with the human tendency towards more ephemeral connections, making the concept of separation or divorce anathema to them.
Reflecting on the societal shifts that had unfolded since Minato and Yukari's generation, Kagari recognized the complexities Ichika would navigate in a milieu vastly different from the Sekirei's. The idea of being surrounded by potentially lethal companions was daunting, yet the undercurrent of human interactions troubled Minato the most.
"Life is never simple," Minato sighed, a sentiment borne from the upheavals and the brief respite following the tumultuous Sekirei Plan.
Kagari's response was one that Minato had to expect from his Flame Sekirei, "If it was, where would the fun of it be?" offered a perspective that, while acknowledging the challenges, also embraced the unpredictable beauty of their intertwined fates.
Line break
When the school day finally ended, Ichika could go to the dorm room, where he would take up his residence in the foreseeable future.
He was too ready to fall asleep on his bed if his hunger didn't keep him awake.
The moment Ichika entered his dorm room 1025, the sight that greeted him was unexpected yet startlingly clear: two beds. The sound of a shower, which abruptly ceased as he took in his surroundings, only added to his sudden realization.
'Those two beds mean I have a roommate who has just finished her shower. And considering I'm the only guy here...' Ichika's train of thought raced towards the only logical conclusion as he quickly exited the room, his mind set on preserving his dignity and perhaps a bit more.
'And I intend to keep being male,' he affirmed to himself, standing just outside the door, his heart racing with anticipation and a touch of dread.
Before he could gather his thoughts or make his next move, a voice halted him in his tracks—a voice achingly familiar, yet unexpected in this setting. "Are you my new roommate?" The inquiry came from behind him, too close for comfort, and before he could react, Ichika turned to face the source.
There stood Houki Shinonono, not as he last remembered her, but clad only in a towel, her presence both a shock and a revelation. Her tone, mixed with curiosity and surprise, hung in the air between them, creating a moment filled with tension and unspoken questions.
Ichika, momentarily lost for words, managed only a tentative "Houki?" as if trying to bridge the gap between memories and the present reality.
Houki, recognizing the familiar voice and the black mop of hair, transitioned from surprise to anger in mere seconds. "Ichika?" she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief and a rising fury that seemed to stem from their shared history and the unexpectedness of their reunion.
Ichika's urgent cry echoed down the hallway, "For God's sake, woman! Put some clothes on when you walk out of the shower!" Houki, realizing her scant coverage, let out a high-pitched screech, her embarrassment palpable. In a tense moment filled with potential conflict, Ichika narrowly dodged an attack from Houki's wooden swords, his plea hanging in the air, "For Pete's sake. Kill me when you are dressed." The immediate danger subsided, and the commotion they caused began to draw curious eyes from neighboring rooms.
Understanding the precariousness of his situation—aware of the academy's gossip-hungry populace and how quickly misunderstandings could spiral—Ichika promptly retreated into the room. The last thing he wanted was to become the center of a scandal, especially involving his new, unexpected roommate.
Inside, he found Houki now appropriately attired in her training clothes, a stark contrast to the vulnerability of moments before. Despite the initial shock and misunderstanding, the air between them shifted towards an uneasy acknowledgment of their new living arrangement.
"So you are my roommate?"
"Seems that way," Ichika finally conceded, the reality of their cohabitation setting in.
Houki, her frustration mounting, couldn't help but voice the impropriety of their living arrangement. "Don't you know that this isn't right? You don't put girls and boys together from the age of four."
Ichika sank into a chair, the day's events weighing heavily on him.
He was too tired for this kind of thing.
"Go talk to my sister if you're not up for it. I haven't asked for this. And for the record, that last incident was your fault."
Houki's face fell, disbelief etching her features. "My fault?" she echoed, her voice confusing and angry.
Ichika didn't back down. "Even if your roommate would be a girl, do you really think it is appropriate to walk out of the shower with just a towel?" he challenged, pushing Houki to reconsider her actions from a different perspective.
Caught off guard by his observation, Houki could only muster a weak, "So you saw it?"
"Yeah, couldn't miss it," Ichika replied dryly, recounting the moment Houki had attempted to assault him post-shower, towel-clad and all. His preparedness for her reaction had him quickly grabbing her extra sword to defend himself. As they clashed, Ichika noticed something hanging from the blade and casually flicked it away, further fueling Houki's frustration.
"You're in this room and already lit it with underwear? Can't you keep it down," Ichika's complaint was more of an exasperated observation than an accusation, but it was enough to ignite Houki's fuse. Their sparring, a physical manifestation of their bottled-up frustrations, continued until Ichika employed a disarmament maneuver he'd remembered. With a swift motion, both their weapons flew from their grasp.
Ichika's quick reflexes allowed him to seize the moment, capturing Houki by her sleeve. The fabric, durable and resistant to their roughhousing, held firm. As he drew her in, an unexpected flush colored Houki's cheeks, her usual fierceness giving way to a vulnerability Ichika had seldom seen. His gaze, intense yet pleading, sought understanding rather than dominance.
"Can we now talk like civilized people?" Ichika's request cut through the tension, his voice soft yet firm. Houki's initial resistance waned as she met his earnest gaze, her anger dissipating in the face of his appeal for peace. "Fine. We'll do that," she acquiesced, her agreement marking a tentative truce between them.
The negotiation of shower hours followed a practical arrangement that promised at least a semblance of normalcy in their shared living space. With the immediate conflict resolved, Houki retired to her bed, succumbing to sleep's embrace with a peace that had been absent moments before. Ichika left to the quiet of the room and turned his attention to his homework, the mundane task a welcome distraction from the day's upheavals.
Later, as the night deepened, Ichika found himself in front of the computer, marveling at the wonders of technology. Logging in, he navigated to his email, the screen's glow illuminating his thoughtful expression. The digital world offered a momentary escape, a bridge to connections beyond the walls of dorm room 1025, and perhaps, a brief respite from the complexities of his new life at the Infinite Stratos Academy.
Hey Minato.
How are things in Shinto Teito? I hope you and the girls are well. Come to think of it, I haven't gotten a picture from your Sekirei. From what I hear from you, they must be real beauties.
I am now at school, and believe me. It's not fun to be the sole male in this place, although I can imagine you know what I am talking about. Or maybe not.
Chifuyu-nee is my homeroom teacher. Or Orimura-sensei, as she prefers it. She isn't going easy on me, although you could expect that. She has her image to protect. Even so, she can cut me some slack.
I also met one girl, Cecilia, or something. She wasn't easy to deal with. She has a real issue in her head if you ask me.
School isn't easy for me. I knew that, but still. Jesus Christ.
My one streak of luck. I am rooming with Houki. Remember her? She was the girl who had that rivalry with Yukari. How is she, by the way?
I don't know if you can call it luck, by the way.
In any case, I'll let you know something new later.
Do my regards there.
As Ichika concluded his email and shut the computer, he went for dinner. He was starving, and he hoped something was open.
Halfway across the country, Minato was settling into the evening's routine. The day had been extended, and his return home with Kagari marked the beginning of a much-needed respite.
The usual chaos surrounding him, courtesy of his Sekirei, had become a comforting constant, their presence a reminder of the unconventional family they had formed.
Minato had grown accustomed to the affectionate skirmishes that played out around him. Uzume and Chiho, in particular, had taken to demonstrating their affection not towards him directly but towards each other, playfully vying for supremacy over his lap. All the while, they were kissing each other, and Minato didn't mind it one bit.
His attention was divided between them and his notes. The academic pressure of securing a place in Todai had been immense, yet buoyed by his heritage and the support of Takehito, he had managed to excel.
His role as Takehito's informal test subject, a position that had seen him bond with an unprecedented number of single numbers, was both a privilege and a burden. Yet, his unique connection with Uzume—a Sekirei who had been re-winged—stood out as a marvel even among the myriad wonders of the Sekirei Plan.
The household dynamics were smoother with Takehito's influence; his presence tempered Miya's stricter inclinations, allowing for more freedom and camaraderie among the inhabitants. This evening was no different, with the group gathered in a semblance of domestic normalcy—until Minato opened Ichika's email.
The shift in Minato's demeanor was subtle but noticeable to Uzume, who had become attuned to the slightest changes in her Ashikabi. His stiffening, a physical reaction to whatever news Ichika's message contained, prompted concern.
"Something wrong, hubby?" Uzume's inquiry, laced with curiosity and worry, broke the comfortable silence. The question hung in the air, a gentle probe for insight into the message's contents that had seemingly disturbed Minato's usually calm exterior.
As Uzume adjusted her position to sit more intimately with Minato, her presence was comforting and challenging for him. Minato, caught in a delicate balancing act of maintaining boundaries while acknowledging the affection of his Sekirei, found Uzume's closeness particularly stirring. Chiho's emulation of Uzume's gesture, albeit with a slight difference in physicality, added another layer to the complex dynamics of their shared space.
Together, they delved into Ichika's email, Uzume's protective instincts surfacing as she processed his descriptions of the girls at the Infinite Stratos Academy. Her empathy for Ichika's situation was palpable, reflecting her own experiences within the Sekirei Plan and the often involuntary nature of their bonds.
Uzume's reservations about deepening her relationship with Minato, particularly regarding starting a family, were rooted in more than just her feelings. Observations of Minato's interactions with his family, especially the influence of his mother and sister on his demeanor, gave her pause.
The hesitancy stemmed from a desire to understand the full scope of their relationship dynamics, fearing the replication of patterns that Minato himself might be struggling with.
Ichika's mention of the Sekirei in his correspondence and the reactions it elicited from Uzume highlighted their shared understanding and solidarity.
Yet, it also underscored their lives' complexities, intertwined with human and Sekirei elements, each carrying their own histories, traumas, and hopes for the future.
Uzume's internal conflict, mirrored in her response to Ichika's email, reflected a broader dilemma many face within their unique community.
The desire for closeness, the fear of repeating familial patterns, and the quest for autonomy and understanding within their bonds painted a picture of their ongoing journey toward healing and building a life together.
Uzume's concerns about starting a family with Minato were deeply rooted in her observations of his interactions with his family and the involuntary nature of the bonds formed within the Sekirei Plan.
Hence, this is why some of them, herself included, were hesitant about the whole baby-making idea.
They were only slowly coming around on that.
Her hesitation was compounded by her lack of knowledge about Chifuyu's influence and the complicated dynamics with Minato's mother and sister. Uzume wondered if these familial patterns influenced Minato's behavior, making her cautious about further complicating their relationship.
The mention of Cecilia and Houki in the email elicited a distinct reaction from Uzume. Her disapproval of Cecilia was more substantial, perhaps due to how Minato had described her compared to Houki.
Reflecting on a photograph taken after the Sekirei Plan concluded, Uzume reminisced about the initial competition for Minato's affection. This memory highlighted both the challenges and the unity among the Sekirei.
In the photograph, the Sekirei were divided, with Musubi, Tsukiumi, and Kusano on one side and Matsu, Kazehana, Chiho, and Uzume on the other, all vying for a place by Minato's side.
The image served as a poignant reminder of their journey from rivalry to mutual acceptance and support. Overwhelmed by the affection and attention, Minato struggled to adapt to this new reality, a testament to the complexity of their shared lives.
Minato turned to the Veiled Sekirei with the question. "Should I send one?"
"Given the flattery Ichika used, I think he might be happy to have faces to put on names. How did you meet, Minato?" Chiho, the sole human girl in Minato's harem, inquired with genuine curiosity. Minato responded with a tender sigh, sealing his answer with a peck on Chiho's lips, a gesture of affection that underscored their deep bond.
"We met when he was living in Hokkaido," Minato began, his voice laced with reminiscence. "He had lived in a small house with his sis as the sole family member. We were two boys who were similar in many ways." Minato's recount of their early days brought a sense of nostalgia, painting a picture of a simple yet meaningful friendship.
"He hung out with Houki, the girl he talked about, but we also hung out. It was fun with him, and we had a lot of good times. I lived there with my grandparents and my sis. My grandparents had a dojo." With each word, Minato transported them back to those days, his memories vivid with the adventures and the bonds formed.
"Yukari and Houki were always rivals with their sports and Ichika as well," he continued, highlighting the competitive yet friendly dynamics. Back when they were children.
Uzume's reaction to Minato's story was a mix of amusement and contemplation. Her smile faded slightly as the conversation shifted to Yukari, a figure she and the rest of her Sekirei companions found challenging to be around.
"She was in love with Ichika?" she probed, seeking confirmation of the subtle undercurrents she sensed in Minato's narrative.
Minato's response came with an affirmative nod and a knowing smile. "Yep. He didn't know, but that wasn't our focus. We were just two boys living outside the usual labels. I was there to help him with homework and keep an eye on things until his sister came home," he explained, shedding light on the simplicity of their connection, untouched by the complexities of unrequited love or family dynamics.
The mention of Ichika's family situation, or the lack thereof, prompted a shift in Uzume's demeanor. "His parents?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued by the absence mentioned in Minato's recounting.
Minato's sigh conveyed volumes before he even spoke. "No idea. He didn't know much about them either. His sister never really discussed it with him. And Chifuyu Orimura... she's intimidating, able to stand toe-to-toe with Miya, Mom, and even Yukari,"
Minato shared, his words painting a picture of Chifuyu's formidable presence, which had left a significant impression on him through his interactions with Ichika's family.
"Isn't she his teacher? Shouldn't she look out for him?" Chiho's question cut through the room's tension, her voice laced with concern.
Coming from a background devoid of familial warmth following the loss of her parents, Chiho had found solace and a sense of belonging with Uzume and within the Sekirei Plan's aftermath. Her hope for a family, both in the literal and metaphorical sense, underscored her investment in the well-being of those she cared about.
The thought of Chifuyu Orimura, Ichika's sister and teacher, maintaining a distance filled with cold professionalism rather than familial warmth troubled her deeply.
"From what I get, Chifuyu-san is his teacher. She has a reputation to uphold and has no time for that," Minato explained, hinting at the complex dynamics within the Orimura household.
Uzume, skeptical of this justification, countered, "I get that in the classroom, but in private, she can let him know her real thoughts." Her intuition suggested that our public roles need not define our private interactions, especially within the family context.
Minato's sigh revealed his ambivalence towards the situation. "Tell me. Your guess is as good as mine." His admission spoke volumes, revealing frustration and confusion regarding Chifuyu's stance towards Ichika. Despite Minato's upbringing surrounded by strong-willed women, there was a burgeoning resistance within him against the imposition of such dynamics without room for warmth and understanding.
It left up a lot for debate.
Uzume, sensing the shift towards rest and the need for personal space, gracefully excused herself. "I'm going to bed. Do we see you soon, Minato?" Her inquiry, gentle yet laden with the unspoken understanding of their shared life, prompted a nod from Minato.
"Sure, I'll send a mail to Ichika, and I'll go to bed," he responded, his voice carrying a mix of resolve and weariness.
Settling in front of the computer once more, Minato crafted a message to Ichika, a blend of encouragement, advice, and the silent promise of support from afar. Though conveyed through the digital medium, his words were imbued with the warmth and concern of a friend who had navigated his own share of trials and triumphs.
Sup Ichika.
Things are fine here. We had some quiet days after that game, but they are over now. Properly, I have sent you a pic with the Sekirei. Check the attachment.
I can imagine it's not easy for you. I know what it is like to be the sole male. It is harsh to hear that your sis is your teacher. We both know how Chifuyu is. Good luck with that girl, Cecilia.
Weird to hear from Houki. Isn't she also the little sister from Tabane? That is going to be rocky. Yukari is also a handful. You might be happy to hear that she winged another Sekirei like me. A guy for that, so she might not be after you. Might.
I'll chat with you later.
Line break. The following day in the ISA.
Ichika's attempt to diffuse the tension between him and Houki was fraught with the complexities of their shared history and the awkwardness of their current situation. Sitting side by side, the air between them was charged with unspoken grievances and misunderstandings. "You know, stop being so stubborn. Not my fault that you acted like that," Ichika ventured, hoping to bridge the gap with reason.
Houki, ever the embodiment of resolve and discipline, seemed to stiffen further at his words. "I'm not being stubborn," she retorted, denying another layer to their complicated interaction. Ichika paused, aware of the challenge of persuading Houki to see beyond the immediate embarrassment of the situation.
"Stop acting like it's my fault. I found your unmentionables on your sword. Besides, it's not like I am not used to them." His attempt to lighten the mood only served to heighten Houki's discomfort, her blush deepening to an almost otherworldly hue. It was clear to Ichika that Houki harbored deep-seated misconceptions about him, perhaps exacerbated by their years apart.
As Houki made to stand, likely to leave in anger and embarrassment, Ichika quickly interjected, "Sit down before you embarrass yourself. I was talking about my sister. You forget that I need to do laundry at my home, so grow over it."
His words, aimed at calming the situation, underscored the mundane realities they both faced outside the academy's walls, a reminder of the normalcy they both yearned for.
In the classroom, as Orimura-sensei laid out the responsibilities of a class representative, Ichika braced himself for the predictable outcome of the nomination process. His anticipation was quickly confirmed as one girl after another nominated him for the position.
"Miss Orimura, I nominate Orimura."
"I do as well."
It prompted a resigned sigh from Ichika. He chose not to protest, having anticipated this scenario given his unique status within the academy.
However, the process was abruptly interrupted by Cecilia Alcott, who stood with a flourish of indignation. "Hold on one second. I can't allow this," she declared emphatically.
"This type of selection is unacceptable. Just nominating him because he is a rare breed. Do you expect me, Cecilia Alcott, to live under the same as this monkey to lead our class? I came here to learn about the Infinite Stratos, not to join a circus. Only the most talented can be the class president, and I'm the most suitable."
Her objection was not just a challenge to Ichika's nomination but a broader critique of the criteria for leadership, asserting her qualifications over the novelty of Ichika's candidacy.
Cecilia's tirade didn't end there. She escalated her argument with a disdainful critique of the host country's culture and an offensive misrepresentation of the Sekirei Plan.
"In the first place, living in such a country with an underdeveloped level of culture is extremely painful for a woman of my stature. It is bad enough that some game where perverted men had to kiss women to enslave them for their own pleasure, but to think that…"
Her words not only reflected a misunderstanding of the Sekirei Plan but also exposed her prejudiced views on cultural and gender dynamics.
Ichika's patience reached its limit with Cecilia's disparaging remarks about his homeland and the Sekirei. Choosing to confront her provocations directly, he retorted with a sharp, biting comment about Britain's culinary reputation and corrected her gross misinterpretation of the Sekirei-Ashikabi relationship.
"Isn't Britain an island either? How many times have you guys won the world's worst cuisine awards? And for the record, the Sekirei are significant creatures for those Ashikabi. They are not enslaved people, for your information.."
His words, designed to mirror Cecilia's critical tone, highlighted the irony in her criticisms.
Cecilia, taken aback, questioned, "Are you insulting my country?" Ichika's response was swift and pointed, "Can't see how that is any different from what you have been doing?" highlighting the hypocrisy in her offense. The exchange escalated quickly, drawing the entire class's and their instructor's attention.
Which came in the form of a hit for each.
"The two of you, that's enough. If you want to settle this, you can do it in a duel," came the intervention, proposing a resolution through a familiar challenge within the academy's competitive atmosphere.
Ichika's remark, "Fine by me. So, you want a handicap?" injected a touch of humor into the tense situation, earning laughter from his classmates. Cecilia's disdain for the notion that men might be inherently weaker than women was evident in her retort,
Yeah, everyone knows that men are weaker than women. It is a common factor."
Ichika, seizing the opportunity to challenge prevailing stereotypes and provoke thought, countered with, "True. We're weaker than you, but isn't it so that most of the Ashikabi are male? So, who are the weaker ones?"
His rhetorical yet profound question aimed to dismantle the simplistic gender binaries that Cecilia and others might have taken for granted, suggesting a more nuanced understanding of strength and partnership between Sekirei and Ashikabi.
The confrontation between Ichika and Cecilia thus evolved from personal grievances to a broader debate on gender dynamics, cultural differences, and the essence of strength, setting the stage for their upcoming duel.
Ichika's pointed comment sparked a moment of reflection among the girls in the class, leading them to reconsider the dynamics between Sekirei and their Ashikabi. The truth Ichika highlighted was that despite the perceived physical superiority of females within the Infinite Stratos (IS) world, Sekirei had demonstrated their capability to defeat IS units, challenging the prevailing notions of strength and partnership.
The revelation that Sekirei, with their formidable powers, chose not to engage in the political machinations and conflicts that often surrounded the IS but instead focused on the bonds with their Ashikabi offered a stark contrast to the competitive and frequently combative environment of the academy.
This distinction underscored the different values and priorities between the two groups, highlighting the Sekirei's emphasis on emotional and spiritual connections over physical dominance or political power.
Moreover, the fact that Sekirei found the treatment of men by some women in the human world repulsive added another layer to the discussion. It showcased the Sekirei's belief in mutual respect and equality within relationships, regardless of the physical or supernatural strengths each party brought to the table.
This belief system, rooted in the unique bond between Sekirei and Ashikabi, was a testament to their view of humans as worthy partners capable of profound connections that transcended physical capabilities or societal roles.
While the Sekirei's primary focus on nurturing their relationships with their Ashikabi, often expressed through physical affection and the desire to make love, might seem simplistic, it represented a more profound commitment to the bonds of love and partnership.
This approach to life and relationships highlighted a fundamental difference in how Sekirei viewed power and interaction compared to the competitive and achievement-oriented culture of the Infinite Stratos Academy.
"In any case, you two will fight next Monday. You two can go back to the lesson."
With these words, the argument that had electrified the classroom atmosphere was neatly concluded by Orimura-sensei. The rest of the day's lessons proceeded without further incident, slowly allowing the earlier tension to fade into the background.
Ichika, though relieved that the day had ended, couldn't help but feel a sense of solitude as he pondered the upcoming duel with Cecilia. His thoughts were heavy with speculation about the outcome and its implications for his standing in the academy.
The walk back to his room was reflective, with Ichika gazing out at the surroundings, yearning for the familiarity of home or the comfort of being anywhere but here. The challenges of adapting to the Infinite Stratos Academy, coupled with the complexities of his new living situation and the impending duel, weighed on him.
Upon entering his room and finding Houki absent, presumably at kendo training, Ichika sought solace in checking his mail. The computer screen lit up, offering a momentary escape from his thoughts. Drafting an email became not just a task but a necessity, a way to reach out, perhaps to Minato or another confidant, seeking advice or simply sharing the day's trials. This digital lifeline, sending words into the ether, was a small but significant ritual that anchored him amidst the turbulence of academy life. Before the day could truly end, before he could think about dinner or rest, Ichika needed to connect, to remind himself that despite the distance, he was not entirely alone.
Hey, Minato.
I have some issues with the women here, as I got into a fight with Alcott-san. I will fight with her and have been pushed to the battle. Besides that, those women have a serious issue here.
I'm just wondering. What do your Sekirei think about the way that men are treated today?
Is it also true that Sekirei can defeat Infinite Stratos? So far I go, that has happened, right? In all essence, the following Monday, I got into a fight. I'll chat with you later this night.
See you.
Three chapters are all combined into one. There are some changes to this rewrite. I have also changed up events on it.
For the smaller ones, I'll continue to do so while the bigger ones have their own chapters.
It's just something that I experienced when I redid those chapters.
That's why this first one has 11K words on it.
There will be others, but it's what it is.
This idea is far from over.
Saluut.
