Well, some weekends are what they are, and now, I'm back to letting CHAT GTP work its magic on new chapters.
Weirdly, we are going over our chapters like this again so fast. It was a blast in the past, with some callbacks to my previous fics.
It was also the anniversary chapter of this fic, our second year. Weirdly, I could do 24 chapters in two years while at my job; that is just eating up more time.
Started on 08/12/2020
Ended on 25/12/2020.
Published on 04/01/2021.
Lying awake at night, I wipe the sweat from my brow
But it's not the fear because I'd rather go now
Minato walked back home with the Sekirei in tow, buzzing with energy. Their faces were alight with smiles, reflecting the joy of the moment. For Minato, the reality was still sinking in—he was going to be a father. Although he had long harbored hopes of fatherhood, now it was truly happening. He couldn't suppress his smile as they approached the Inn where Miya was waiting, her smile greeting them.
She shook her head as they entered. "Do I have to ask, Sahashi?" she said, already knowing the answer.
"You don't," Minato replied, his smile unwavering. "Eight. Musubi's expecting twins." Miya's eyes widened in surprise as she absorbed the news. Nearby, Uzume and Chiho cooed over Musubi.
"Congratulations, Musubi. Have you thought of names?" Miya asked.
"Yes, Miya. The girl will be named Yume." Musubi's choice didn't seem to surprise anyone.
"And the boy?" Miya inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"Takami mentioned they are fraternal twins, but I haven't chosen a name for the boy yet," Musubi confessed, earning a knowing smile from Miya.
Miya then turned to the others. "And what about the rest of you? Do you have any children? Names?"
Kazehana flashed a knowing smile. "I'm having a boy. I've thought of several fitting names but haven't decided yet."
"I'm also having a boy," Uzume added, leaning into Kagari, who blushed at her touch. "I have a name in mind."
"Boy, for me, too," Kagari chimed in. "But no name yet."
Miya's gaze then shifted to Matsu, Chiho, and Tsukiumi. "Girls?"
The three nodded. "We haven't decided on names yet," Chiho admitted shyly.
"But we're working on it," Matsu added confidently.
"I have a few ideas," Tsukiumi said, sharing a smile with Minato.
"That's wonderful," Miya concluded. "Now, I suppose you're all hungry. Who wants lunch?"
"Me!" The collective response echoed as the Ashikabi watched his flock surge into the house, followed by Miya. Takehito emerged to join them.
"So, I heard the news," Takehito said, offering Minato a gentle smile as he ruffled his hair.
"Hard to believe," Minato replied, returning the smile.
"Indeed. You're going to be a great father, Minato. But remember, with the new Sekirei come heavy responsibilities," Takehito cautioned.
"I understand," Minato nodded, a serious undertone to his voice.
"And it means making tough choices. Choices you might regret," Takehito added, hinting at the sacrifices Minato might face.
Minato understood the gravity of those words. Ichika was no longer his sole priority. His unborn children had to come first.
Lunch was a lively affair, as usual. Minato relished this rare moment of respite, half-listening to the ongoing discussions about potential names and those that had been dismissed. He stored his thoughts for later, one particular name echoing in his mind.
After lunch, the flock ventured outside to enjoy the still-bright sun, but Minato stayed indoors to boot up his computer. It was time to check his email. As he did, a realization dawned on him—he would soon need to leave the Inn that had been his home for years. Their new lives awaited.
Working on his laptop, Minato glanced up, and his smile broadened. Tsukiumi was taking lessons from Miya while Kagari sat nearby, absorbed in a book from a date that was now months ago. Matsu, unusually outside, was making the most of the sunshine. Wearing a large sunhat, she chatted animatedly with other members of their extended family.
Musubi and Kazehana were each holding a blonde-haired girl in their laps. Chiho's bonding with Kazehana had been a surprise to everyone.
The two shared a special connection. It was not as if Chiho had winged the Wind Maiden, but of all the Sekirei Minato had winged, Kazehana and Chiho got along the best. Minato's thoughts were interrupted by a weight settling into his lap—Uzume.
Uzume lay lovingly across Minato's lap; her face turned up to his, her infectious smile undimmed. "So, you're not jealous?" she teased.
"I could ask you the same, Uzume. But so far, no. I imagine they could be talking about names," Minato replied, his heart light.
"Indeed. I've been thinking about the kind of boy I want to raise," Uzume mused, picturing a son who might combine the best of both of them.
Their conversation deepened until Uzume kissed him, her wings unfurling as hormones and breathlessness overwhelmed Minato. He surrendered to her embrace, her tongue exploring his as she pulled him closer.
"Don't be such a worrywart. We are all in this together," Uzume whispered after breaking the kiss.
Minato nodded, his attention returning to his email. One message stood out, causing both him and Uzume to pause. "Ichika?" Uzume read out loud.
"Ichika," Minato confirmed. The contents were astonishing: Ichika had added four more girls to his circle. Uzume and Chiho had been surprising additions, but they had quickly become integral, loved members of their group.
Matsu now faced a new task: discovering how Ichika had learned about Minato. Reflecting on this, Minato thought of Kusano, a well-raised girl who might serve as a model for his parenting.
"Tatenashi Sarashiki," Minato muttered, making a mental note to thank the girls for the update, which seemed more a status report than a cry for help, as Uzume might say.
"Do you think we'll see him around again soon?" Minato asked, suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion. His hand unconsciously touched his nose.
"What the heck is wrong with Chifuyu? I mean, I get it. You're a teacher and all that jazz, but once in your life, look out for your brother. Is that too much to ask for?" Uzume sighed, her frustration evident as she kissed Minato gently on the cheek.
"You are asking the wrong questions, Minato," the Veiled Sekirei observed with surprising insight. "From what I gather, Chifuyu placed herself on a pedestal. She expected her brother to either follow her or compensate for his shortcomings. Then you showed him a different path, which worked wonders for him." After a soft kiss, Minato reflected on her words.
"Any suggestions on what I should do?"
"Let Ichika figure this one out. Keep the door open for him. But for now, we need to brainstorm names. I do have one—Tsuyoru," she suggested, which Minato had to admit had a nice ring to it.
The group gathered in a circle, ready to propose names. Matsu went first.
"I've got a great one—Hinekchie." The suggestion was met with immediate disapproval.
"Oh, God, no," Chiho exclaimed, making an adorable face.
"Matsu, that's unbecoming," Tsukiumi added, her nose wrinkling at the suggestion.
Kusano wasn't sure what it meant, but Musubi covered her ears, her disapproval clear.
"Matsu, a bit less in that regard," Kazehana suggested, covering her face.
"Agreed. Not my choice," Uzume supported.
"Maybe something with more, I don't know, subtlety? How about Eriwiene?" Minato proposed, and the tension eased. The name had a cute touch that everyone seemed comfortable with.
"Sure, that works for me," Matsu quickly agreed, warming to the new idea.
"Kazehana, you got an idea?" Minato turned to her. Looking up at the sky, she appeared struck with inspiration.
"Yes, Kazerozu? I mean, it fits, right?" she said with a soft smile.
"Cute one," Musubi agreed with a grin.
"You stay on theme," Matsu gave a thumbs-up.
"It is indeed a good choice," Chiho added.
"I like that tone," Uzume chimed in.
"Ku thinks it's cute," Kusano smiled, receiving Musubi's approval.
"I think that's not going too far. Okay, Kazehana."
Minato shifted his gaze to Kagari. "Kagari? What about you?"
"Okibi. How does that sound?" Kagari leaned back, proposing the name.
"We stay on theme," Minato acknowledged.
"Smoldering ember," Kazehana chuckled, pleased with the imagery.
"I like that one," Musubi cheered, with Kusano echoing her enthusiasm.
"It would fit my rival well," Tsukiumi added with a soft smile.
"Yeah, that's indeed a good find," Uzume agreed, with Chiho nodding along.
"Tsukiumi?" Minato turned to his Waterdere.
"Miziyo. I think that would be fitting for my daughter." Uzume whispered something to Chiho, causing a burst of giggles.
"I think it's great," Musubi responded.
"Cute," Kusano followed.
"Given our elements, I like that one," Kazehana mused, imagining two Tsukiumi's.
Kagari chuckled. "I think we've got a good one."
"I have nothing against that name. I agree with your words, Uzume. You asked for Tsuyoru. I like the sound of that. Do you have any objections?" The group nodded in agreement.
"Okay, Chiho. Any suggestions?" Minato looked at the honey blonde.
"Kousa. It would be fitting," she proposed, the name signifying luck.
"Okay, for the last name. Musubi?" Minato prompted, and all eyes turned to the Miko Sekirei.
"I have a suggestion. Musuto?"
"Yes. That sounds lovely," Musubi agreed.
"Your names combined. Great idea," Kazehana commented.
"Yes, now that you think of it, it is a good one," Uzume raised a thumb.
"That is going to be fun," Chiho added.
"You picked the name of the girl so that Minato can pick the name of the boy," Tsukiumi smiled at Musubi, playfully noting her advantage.
"I think it's great," Kusano said.
"Again, you make it work," Kagari added.
So, the names for the Sekirei were chosen. Minato leaned back, knowing it would be a while before they arrived. The seasons would shift in the meantime—winter would pass, and spring would come around.
Line break. At the Infinite Stratos side.
Ichika was puzzled by the events his sister had described; they were now just a blur. It seemed they had more significant problems at hand.
He and Charlotte were on surveillance duty, and Ichika wasn't allowed to take his sword from Miya along with him. Still, he wasn't wholly unguarded. A lone security guard stood nearby, overseeing the containers with only a handgun for protection—a stark reminder of their precarious situation.
"So you know what you have to do?" Charlotte inquired, to which Ichika nodded.
"Keep an eye out for spies. Those corporations have sent their prototypes here for the ISA." The wind tousled their hair, and Ichika felt a chill—not biting yet, but impossible to ignore.
"Sure thing." Ichika descended to ground level, nodding to the two men who watched as he patrolled the area. The coming colder weather was evident in the air and the darkening sky. As he turned a dark corner, a prickling sense of being watched made him whirl around.
"Sis. What are you doing here?" he blurted out, but despite the resemblance, the woman in front of him wasn't Chifuyu. She looked like a younger version of his sister, with a more petite frame, dressed in a short black dress and knee-high boots.
"Sis. I am not your sister. I am Orimura Madoka." Ichika's mind reeled—Chifuyu had never mentioned this name. Madoka had a gun tucked behind her back.
"I must take your life!" She smirked as she aimed at Ichika. A gunshot echoed, but to Madoka's shock, Ichika had deployed his sword, slicing the bullet in half.
"Get in line!" Ichika didn't hesitate as he brandished Yukihira. Madoka, unprepared for his resistance, tried to deploy her weapon, but a swift cut from Ichika turned it off. He then twisted her arm, disarming her knife with ease.
Her eyes glared with fury as Ichika forced her against a wall, pressing his sword against her throat. "Why are you here?" he demanded.
Before she could respond, an explosion distracted him, and Madoka seized the moment to summon a unit from thin air—an Infinite Stratos. "I will get you," she vowed as she escaped.
The black unit reminded Ichika of Cecilia's Blue Tears, its dark elegance a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding.
"Ichika, get out of there," a voice warned just as a barrage of lead erupted around him. Madoka escaped, leaving Ichika to face a new threat.
"Charl, what's up?"
"This was a diversion," Charlotte realized as more women appeared in mass-produced units. Ichika's focus shifted from Madoka to the immediate threat.
"Three, four, five, six. We've got our work cut out for us," he counted, glancing at Charlotte for confirmation before they prepared to engage the incoming foes.
"Char, take care of the furthest three. I'll take care of the closest ones." Before he could even hear her confirmation, Ichika had sprinted toward the first assailant.
With no time for subtlety, he delivered a powerful blow that knocked her to the ground, her unit crashing with a metallic thud. Two of her compatriots, alarmed by the sudden assault, pivoted toward the disturbance.
Both unleashed a barrage from their guns, but Ichika swiftly took cover, allowing the bullets to ricochet harmlessly off the reinforced containers around him.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was already engaging her targets. She kept a strategic distance, methodically firing with her assault rifle as she advanced.
Her opponents, momentarily distracted by Ichika's aggressive maneuvers, turned just in time to see Charlotte switch to her shotgun, closing the gap with lethal precision.
Ichika, undeterred by the chaos, activated his own Infinite Stratos unit. As rockets streaked towards him, he nimbly dodged, weaving through the explosions with an almost balletic grace. One of the pilots attempted a retreat, but Ichika, using his unique ability, slashed through the air, cutting down another assailant in a blur of motion.
Nearby, Charlotte employed her Gray Scale, a weapon optimized for close-quarters combat. Its effectiveness was evident as she neutralized another threat with a clinical finish.
Just as Ichika dodged an attack from a pilot who had managed to flank him, his expression was one of deadly calm. His cold and focused eyes met hers just before his blade swept through her unit, turning it off with a single, clean strike.
From the sidelines, Charlotte watched, momentarily taken aback by the ferocity and precision Ichika displayed.
It was a stark contrast to their last training session, where he had noticeably held back. 'How much stronger did you become?' she wondered, a mix of awe and concern flickering through her mind.
Amidst the debris, an unnoticed pilot crouched behind a container. Her unit, slightly battered, was still operational.
As Ichika and Charlotte regrouped, she seized her chance and fired directly at them. The bullets, cheaply made yet effective, tore through the air towards the duo.
Reacting instantly, Ichika dashed towards Charlotte, his protective instincts kicking in. He scooped her up just as an explosion erupted from where she had stood seconds before, shielding her with his body as they tumbled to safety. Debris scattered around them, smoke billowing into the night sky.
The night they had turned into a cascade of failures and narrow escapes. As the dust settled, both Ichika and Charlotte assessed the damage, realizing the accurate scale of the threat they faced. The fight was far from over, but each knew they had their work cut out for them in the battles to come.
The night air was thick with smoke as Ichika and Charlotte regained their footing.
The unexpected assault had left them both rattled but unharmed. Ichika's quick thinking had prevented what could have been a devastating outcome. They shared a fast, silent exchange—a nod that communicated both relief and readiness to continue.
Despite the chaos, Ichika's mind was razor-sharp, focused on the enemies still at large. "We need to move, Charl. They might regroup and come at us again," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline.
Charlotte nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the dark horizon for any signs of movement. "Let's push them back. We can't let them think they've got the upper hand," she responded, her tone as determined as her gaze.
Together, they advanced, moving stealthily among the containers. The echoes of their previous confrontation hung in the air, a reminder of the stakes.
As they moved, Ichika felt a growing sense of urgency. This was no random attack; it was coordinated, and he feared what it might mean if they failed to repel the invaders.
Suddenly, a low hum pierced the silence—an ominous signal that more enemies were approaching. Ichika and Charlotte positioned themselves back-to-back, their units humming with readiness. The lights from approaching Infinite Stratos units flickered like stars as they closed in.
"I count three more, Char. Ready?" Ichika whispered, tightening his grip on Yukihira.
"Always," Charlotte replied, her weapons primed.
The enemy units descended swiftly, their intentions clear as they opened fire. Ichika and Charlotte responded with practiced precision, their movements synchronized.
Ichika deflected incoming fire with his sword while Charlotte's sharpshooting kept their adversaries at bay. The battle was intense, forcing them to rely on every skill they had honed.
With a mighty leap, Ichika closed the distance to one of the attackers. He executed a series of swift strikes, each one parried by the enemy's skilled defense.
But Ichika was relentless, and with a final, decisive slash, he turned off the enemy's unit, causing it to crash to the ground with a resounding thud.
Meanwhile, Charlotte dealt with another assailant with a strategic feint that left the enemy exposed. She took the shot, her aim true, and the enemy unit spiraled out of control, its systems failing.
Breathing heavily, they surveyed the area for more threats, but it seemed they had finally secured their perimeter. The silence that followed was a stark contrast to the din of battle.
"We did it, Char. Let's report back and prepare for any more surprises. This night's not over yet," Ichika said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and resolve.
Charlotte nodded, her expression grim but resolute. "We'll make it through, Ichika. Together," she affirmed, offering him a tired but genuine smile.
As they made their way back to their base, the weight of the night's events hung over them. They had survived, but the battle was a reminder of the constant threats lurking in the shadows. Ready for whatever came next, they walked side by side, their bond strengthened by the night's trials.
As Ichika and Charlotte repelled the last of the attackers, the night seemed to quiet down, but the air still hummed with tension. Checking their surroundings for any remaining threats, they knew better than to lower their guard ultimately.
Suddenly, Charlotte's sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement in the shadows—an ominous sign that the fight wasn't over yet. "Ichika, watch out!" she shouted, just as a shadowy figure detached itself from the darkness, aiming something at them.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ichika grabbed Charlotte and dove to the ground, rolling into a protective hold over her as a loud explosion shattered the night. The ground shook beneath them, and shrapnel flew overhead, clanging against the metal containers.
As the echo of the blast faded, Ichika lifted his head, his first concern still for Charlotte's safety. "Char, are you okay?" he asked, his voice tense with concern.
Charlotte nodded, slightly dazed but unharmed by his quick reaction. "Yeah, thanks to you. That was close," she replied, managing a shaky smile as she pushed herself up to sit beside him.
They both took a moment to catch their breath, their hearts still racing from the adrenaline and close call. The explosion had not only physically shaken the area but also served as a stark reminder of the high stakes of their mission.
The night was indeed one of failure in terms of security breaches and the unexpected assault, but it was also a testament to their survival and determination. As they helped each other to their feet, Ichika's resolve hardened.
"We need to regroup and report this. They're getting bolder," he said gravely, dusting off his uniform.
Charlotte nodded in agreement, her expression set in a fierce determination. "Let's make sure they don't get a chance like this again. We're going to tighten our defenses," she affirmed, her tone leaving no room for argument.
With the site of the explosion casting a pall over the night, Ichika and Charlotte made their way back to the base, each step heavy with the weight of what had transpired and what was yet to come. The night's events had forged them closer, bound by their shared duty and the unspoken promise to protect each other, no matter what lay ahead.
Racing over to Charlotte, Ichika took the girl up in his arms and dove for cover as the night exploded around them. The roar of the blast filled the air, the shockwave sending debris flying. Protected under Ichika's body, Charlotte felt the tremors rumble through the ground, the heat of the explosion warming the air dangerously close to them.
Despite their best efforts, this night, they had failed.
Line break.
Back at the ISA, Ichika had been rigorously tested by his sister, Chifuyu, and Maya. Fortunately, he hadn't sustained too many injuries.
Maya scrutinized him, relief in her eyes. "You have no issues on your body. That's a good thing." Ichika raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
"But," she continued, "we are detecting an abnormality in Byakushiki's quantum conversion."
Ichika sighed at the technical jargon. "Okay, again, but in English?" he requested, prompting a nervous giggle from Maya.
"Try to activate your unit," she suggested.
"Sure thing. Byakushiki." Ichika called out the command, but only a few sparkles appeared—his unit failed to deploy.
"He can't deploy his unit," Chifuyu concluded, her voice cutting through the room where she and Charlotte were also present. Ichika wanted to ask about the familiar face he had seen but decided against it because of the more significant issues at hand.
"What are the problems?" he asked.
"I can't say without an in-depth examination," Maya admitted.
"Orimura, give me Byakushiki," Chifuyu commanded. Ichika hesitated, looking from his dysfunctional unit back to his sister.
"I would say that sucks because those guys would come after me. But..." He reluctantly took off his bracelet and handed it to Chifuyu. "So far, it's useless. Weapons are made for war. And a weapon that cannot fight is not a useful one."
Chifuyu nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on the bracelet. "The only thing is that we have to avoid the girls from finding out about it."
"Yes, there'll be an uproar. But we should at least let the candidates know," Chifuyu contemplated aloud.
"Absolutely not! If they find out, I'll be in a worse spot. Keep it quiet and wrap it up fast," Ichika insisted, his voice firm.
Chifuyu sighed and scratched her head, clearly frustrated. "This is giving me a headache. You'll need someone to protect you."
Ichika brushed past her, taking out the gift Miya had given him—a sword. "Why? I got this. I can cover myself."
"Is that enough to protect you from an Infinite Stratos?" Chifuyu questioned skeptically as Ichika attached the sword to his back.
"It's enough for you. It shall be enough for me. Anything else?" Ichika retorted, his tone indicating he wanted to end the conversation.
The Brunhilde shook her head. "No."
"Good night. I want to sleep this off." With that, Ichika left the room. Maya watched him go, a giggle escaping her as she eyed Chifuyu, who seemed closer to her brother than she would ever admit.
Meanwhile, Ichika was inwardly screaming. How long would he have to go without his weapon? He had managed all summer with Byakushiki merely on his wrist, surrounded by Sekirei, where safety was guaranteed.
Here, at school, it was a different story. The sword Miya gifted him was reassuring but inadequate.
With any luck, he would have it back soon. The pressing question wasn't when but what the girls would do to him if they found out.
His room was empty.
He had made sure that Tatenashi was out. He needed some rest, and by asserting himself, he had ensured he wouldn't have to train under her watch. Sometimes, throwing around words did work in his favor.
Line break
Ichika was up early, rushing to get ready for class. As he reached for his shirt, a knock on the door interrupted him.
"Door's open," he called out, instinctively grabbing the sword Miya had given him as a precaution. Charlotte walked in, her cheeks reddening when she noticed his state of undress.
"Charl? What's up?"
"I'll protect you. You have lost your unit because of me. So, I should protect you," Charlotte declared earnestly.
Ichika rolled his eyes. Arguing wouldn't help, but he appreciated the gesture. "Sure thing. But we gotta hurry up."
In class, it didn't take long for Ichika to become the center of attention. The news of the explosion had spread, and his classmates were eager to check on him. Cecilia, Rin, and Houki quickly surrounded his desk.
"You girls need to chill. I am alive," Ichika tried to reassure them.
"You should be more careful," Cecilia chided.
"Idiot," Rin muttered.
"Never let your guard down," Houki admonished.
"So why weren't you around to help us out?" Ichika challenged them, effectively silencing them. He leaned back, anticipating their reactions wouldn't keep them quiet for long.
Suddenly, Laura approached with a book in hand. "Ichika? Which one do you prefer?" she asked, showing him a page of underwear designs. Ichika glanced at the page briefly before quickly looking away.
"Why, for the love of Holy Mother Jesus, did you show me that?" he exclaimed, his face flushing red.
He wasn't the only one embarrassed. Cecilia, Rin, and Houki glared at Laura.
"What do you think you're showing him?" Rin snapped at the German pilot while Ichika tried to avoid the wrath of Cecilia's jealousy.
"I just want to know my wife's preference," Laura defended herself as the girls spoke in perfect unison.
"Your wife's preferences?"
"For God's sake. I am not your wife. Your terminology is all messed up. Plus, I don't care about that, and I am not wearing those things," Ichika declared, dismissing the matter entirely.
Charlotte, sitting slightly apart from the group, looked on as the chaos unfolded. This was going to be a long day. Then Cecilia noticed something amiss.
"Ichika. Why aren't you wearing Byakushiki?" she inquired sharply.
Cursing under his breath, Ichika calmly removed her hand. "The unit got badly damaged during the mission. For some reason, I can't deploy it. That's why they are looking into it, and I am not wearing it."
The collective gasps from the group filled the room.
"Are you out of your mind?" Houki shouted.
"You can't be serious," Cecilia exclaimed in disbelief.
"You aren't safe, my wife," Laura added, concern evident in her voice.
"There are people after you," Rin emphasized, her tone anxious.
Ichika took his sword and showed it to the group. It remained sheathed, yet the intent behind his gesture was unmistakable.
"You don't have to tell me that people are after me. I know that. I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would react like this. I can protect myself. And if you want to disprove me," he paused, pointing the sword at them all, "on the roof. After the lecture."
As he spoke, Chifuyu entered the room. Without needing to say, she disciplined the five girls with a quick smack to each of their heads, while Ichika took a small pleasure in seeing his sister enforce discipline.
Time sped by, and soon, they were all on the roof as promised. The girls were there, but they weren't alone. Word had spread rapidly, drawing half the school to the spectacle. Among the crowd were two blunettes, Tatenashi, whose eyes sparkled with mischief, and Kanzashi, who observed quietly, gathering data.
"Djbril," a spoiled voice called out.
"Yes, Your Highness," came the loyal reply.
Kanzashi shook her head in disbelief. Did none of these fools think for themselves? "When this is over, we swoop in and secure Ichika."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"And when he is in our debt, he shall become my attendant," the young girl declared, plotting openly as Kanzashi struggled to conceal her amusement.
Kanzashi reflected that if they thought they could easily manipulate Ichika, they were mistaken, choosing to remain observers rather than participants.
"Excellent plan, Your Highness."
Meanwhile, Ichika surveyed the gathering, his instincts whispering that the challenge would extend beyond the four girls facing him.
'Listen to your instincts. They are what keep you alive. Maybe strong feelings aren't what drives you like Sekirei. But use fear. It will keep you alive and awake. Use fury. It will give you strength and vigilance,' he recalled Miya's words, grateful for her advice and the sword she had given him.
"These are the rules. You can either use your IS or a weapon of your choice. Second, you can only use partial deployment. Third, it ends when one of us concedes. You agree with those rules, or you do not partake at all. Is that understood?" Ichika's voice brooked no dissent.
Chifuyu raised an eyebrow, hearing her brother's commanding tone. The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, unaccustomed to such assertiveness from a man.
Ichika mentally thanked his brother, Minato, whose examples of firm leadership with the Sekirei had often proved effective.
Ichika squared off against Houki, his sword resting on his shoulder as he calmly assessed his opponent. "Okay. In order to fight. Houki, Rin, Laura, and Cecilia. When you are ready, say so." The four girls nodded, signaling their readiness, but it was Houki who stepped forward first.
"Ready when you are, Houki," Ichika announced, his posture relaxed yet alert.
"I will protect you," Houki declared, her voice a mix of determination and challenge.
"Bring it on," Ichika responded, a hint of anticipation in his tone. The duel began with Houki lunging towards him, her twin swords slicing through the air. Ichika dodged with grace, his movements fluid like a seasoned predator.
As Houki's attack missed its mark, she found Ichika's sword aimed back at her. With her left arm, she managed to block his strike, but the force left her struggling to retaliate with her other arm.
Ichika seized the advantage, delivering a swift kick that left Houki winded. He didn't pause, unleashing a barrage of attacks that forced her on the defensive. In any regular fight, Houki might have had the upper hand, given Ichika's usual restraint when fighting females or his reliance on different combat techniques.
But today was different. Today, Ichika fought like a wolf among cats, using his sword and his feet with equal skill—a roundhouse kick sent Houki reeling back, gasping for air.
"Ichika. What are you?" Houki gasped, baffled and overwhelmed by the intensity of his assault.
Ichika didn't answer with words; instead, he charged, his instincts sharpened, his movements a blur. Houki raised her sword to block, her arms trembling under the force of Ichika's strike. Chifuyu, watching from the sidelines, couldn't hide her astonishment.
Ichika's style bore the influences of Miya's teachings, yet he had personalized it impressively in less than a month. 'Was I wrong by teaching you my ways?' she wondered silently, watching the fierce dance between the two combatants.
With a fluid motion, Ichika grabbed Houki by the shirt and threw her over his shoulder. She skidded across the rooftop, scrambling to regain her footing. As she stood, fire blazed in her eyes—a testament to her resilience and stubbornness.
"That hurt, Ichika!" Houki exclaimed, a mix of pain and anger in her voice.
"Do you ever consider what you do to me doesn't hurt?" Ichika replied, his tone flat and almost cold. Did she ever ponder the impacts of her actions? he wondered silently, challenging her understanding of strength and resilience.
"That isn't the same," Houki retorted, her voice shaky.
"It is," Ichika countered, his voice low as he surged forward again, keeping his body low. Houki could barely react as his blade nearly pierced her stomach, only a desperate parry with her sword saving her.
"Yield," she demanded, her voice firm despite the precariousness of her position.
"Never!" Ichika smirked, his hunger for the challenge evident. He wasn't even pushing his limits yet. Gripping his sword with both hands, he took a deep breath, his eyes clear, his smile broadening. His feet carried him forward, and Houki found herself pushed into a relentless defensive battle as Ichika's sword sang against hers.
His blood was rushing, his smile widening—this was the thrill of the hunt. Ichika growled a primal sound that seemed to resonate with his newfound ferocity. Houki, caught in his gaze, seemed momentarily like a scared cat caught in the headlights.
'This wolf was going to chase those cats up a tree,' Ichika thought, almost amused by the fear he could sense around him.
Houki was forced to reassess her opponent as Ichika launched another assault, this time from above. He circled in the air, his sword descending with devastating force. She managed to block, but the sheer power drove her to her knees, the rooftop ground cracking under the impact.
Refusing to yield, Houki roared defiantly, pushing Ichika off with a burst of energy. He landed lightly on his feet, ready for her counterattack. As she charged, Ichika made a bold move—he dropped his sword. Houki's focus stayed on the falling weapon, which was a critical mistake. Seizing the moment, Ichika's body spun, his movements fluid and decisive. Before she could correct her course, Ichika's knuckles met her face, sending her flying back towards the other girls, who barely managed to dodge in time.
Chifuyu had a mixed feeling about the power of her brother's prowess. She believed that Ichika had gotten more robust, but she didn't think he would be that strong.
Either it was because of the Sekirei rougher training or her brother had awakened to his true power.
"That's one! Next!" Ichika called out, barely pausing for breath. Rin, unsure but determined, deployed her spear and hurled it towards him. With an effortless sidestep, Ichika dodged the attack, his movements fluid and dismissive.
"That was moronic. You were throwing your weapon. What are you going to do now?" he taunted, his voice tinged with disbelief. Rin, fueled by frustration, charged at him, her metal fist aimed squarely at him.
"This, I suppose," she grunted, her fist colliding with his sword. But Ichika's earlier fight with Houki had prepared him well. He knew how to handle heavier opponents, making Rin's lighter frame easier to manipulate.
With a swift motion, he sidestepped her punch and countered with a knee to her stomach. Rin staggered, her breath caught by the sudden pain, and then a powerful round kick sent her flying, her body tumbling through the air before crashing down.
Rin quickly recomposed herself, dissolving her spear only to summon it anew. But Ichika was relentless.
As she rose, he was already upon her, his proximity keeping her more significant weapon at bay. With a calculated kick, he deflected her spear, using the butt of his sword to unbalance her further. Dazed, Rin barely saw the sword coming before it struck, leaving her vulnerable.
An uppercut connected solidly with her body, doubling her over. As she clutched at her stomach, Ichika seized her head, his knee meeting her nose in a brutal greeting. "Fuck. What's wrong with you?" Rin gasped, pain and confusion warping her features.
"Asked you that question a million times," Ichika retorted, his tone flat.
She was fired up, rising again to challenge him, but Ichika was far from impressed. With an almost bored expression, he dodged her punches; each move more predictable than the last. Musubi, his previous opponent, had been faster. Rin's predictability made her an easier target.
Seizing a moment when Rin overextended, Ichika ducked under her legs and lifted her by the ankles. With a heave, he swung her around before letting go, sending her hurtling towards the wall. The impact was heavy, Rin's body slumping down as she grappled with the blurring edges of her vision.
"You really think you can stop me?" Rin chuckled darkly, staggering to her feet.
"Yes." Ichika's response was simple as he watched Rin charge like a bull. He sidestepped her reckless attacks, his patience wearing thin. Finally, as she neared once more, he subtly tripped her, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Rin tried to break her fall with her forearm while Ichika kicked her spear away and then pointed his sword at her. "I won't ask again. Yield," he stated, his voice soft yet carrying an unspoken threat of further pain if she refused.
"Fine. You win," Rin conceded, defeat lacing her voice. As Ichika withdrew his blade, Rin scrambled up, her face hidden behind her hands, her cheeks burning with humiliation. This time, unlike in their past encounters, Ichika had shown her mercy, sparing her from further punishment.
This encounter was more than just a physical battle; it was a stark revelation of Ichika's growth not only in strength but in tactical combat acumen, mirroring the ferocity and cunning of a wolf on the hunt. The rooftop had become his domain, and Rin was just another opponent who learned the hard way that the wolf was king here.
Ichika's gaze landed on Cecilia, who prepared herself for the fight.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his voice steady and probing.
Cecilia stepped forward, her drones activating around her, yet she kept her arms crossed, projecting a facade of detached confidence. "How are you going to protect me if you refuse to get your hands dirty?" Ichika questioned, his glare intensifying.
"I don't have to. After all, I am most suited to protect you," Cecilia retorted, her voice laced with a mixture of pride and defiance.
Her statement only tightened Ichika's grip on his sword, a clear sign he was prepared to challenge her notion.
Ichika's response was swift and agile as he navigated the battlefield. The drones, while a formidable obstacle for many, did little to deter him.
He had faced faster and more unpredictable foes—Tsukiumi's water snakes were a testament to that. With fluid movements that involved sliding, grinding, and twisting, Ichika turned the confrontation into a dance, dodging the drone's fire with almost casual ease.
Seizing an opportunity, Ichika's hand turned, slicing through a drone as if it were mere paper. He grinned triumphantly, the thrill of the challenge evident on his face as he dashed back toward Cecilia.
She watched in disbelief, her previous confidence faltering as Ichika effortlessly dismantled her mechanical guardians.
Cecilia's drones attempted to regroup, firing energy bullets towards Ichika. Yet, with a swift, precise motion, he split the incoming projectile, his blade cutting through the energy with a satisfying hiss.
This was the moment he had been waiting for—the chance to close the distance and conclude their duel.
With calculated aggression, Ichika advanced, his sword aimed directly at Cecilia. She could only watch as the sharp metal stopped mere inches from her, the force of the strike shattering the concrete beside her. Cecilia fell to her knees, overwhelmed by the proximity of defeat.
Ichika stood before her, his presence dominating as he pulled his sword from the broken concrete. "I guess that you are lucky. You got off cheap. Maybe you need to learn that you need to have the guts to fight," he admonished, his tone, a mix of reprimand and advice.
Despite her refined and distant demeanor, Cecilia shared many similarities with Tsukiumi, another formidable companion of Ichika. Like the Water Sekirei, Cecilia wanted Ichika to adhere to her standards of decency—a desire that often masked her insecurities about combat and protection.
As Ichika sheathed his sword, the encounter left Cecilia grappling with the realization that proper protection required more than just tactics and distance—it demanded courage and the willingness to engage directly. This lesson, delivered by Ichika through their intense confrontation, was one she would not soon forget.
Ichika's confrontation with Laura unfolded with a display of his refined combat skills, reminiscent of the seasoned fighter he had become under Miya's tutelage. As Laura stepped forward, her energy knife deployed with a menacing hum; Ichika's posture relaxed, his sword resting confidently on his shoulder.
The sight of the knife sparked a memory in Ichika—a recent conversation with Jin about a video game featuring a similar weapon. He hadn't indulged much in the game due to Yashima's aversion to violence, but it resonated with him now as he faced Laura.
"Bring it on," Ichika challenged, his tone steady and provoking.
Laura charged, her movements aggressive but predictable. Ichika effortlessly caught her wrist, using her momentum against her to throw her aside. She landed nimbly on her feet yet found Ichika relentlessly advancing. His sword clashed against hers, and he pushed her back, controlling the pace and direction of their skirmish.
Ichika's next move was a blend of precision and power. With an open hand, he struck her knuckles, sending a painful ring through her. Spinning on his heel, he delivered a forceful kick to her face, his strength surprising her.
As Laura tried to retaliate, Ichika's next kick came from above, striking her skull and driving her further into frustration.
Laura, driven by anger, stood and pulled another knife from her back pocket. "You going to use two?" she smirked, attempting to regain her composure.
"You said that I could use every weapon I saw fit?" Ichika responded, his stance unyielding.
"Did so, yeah. But will that stop me?" Laura charged again, her dual knives a blur as she attempted to overpower Ichika. Unlike Houki, who fought with the discipline of kendo, Laura relied on her raw military training, making her attacks less predictable but also more desperate.
Ichika danced around her strikes, his movements a testament to his strategic restraint. He dodged a knife and then delivered a shallow cut that forced Laura to drop her weapon. The butt of his sword followed, striking her squarely in the face.
Chifuyu, observing from a distance, noted the practicality mixed with martial arts in Ichika's style—Miya had taught him well, perhaps too well. Laura, swinging her energy blade in a wide arc, attempted another attack, but Ichika blocked it effortlessly.
A grin spread across Ichika's face. He recognized Laura's superior training and experience, yet he remained undeterred. His legs swept out, kicking Laura in the stomach and knocking her breath out. As she staggered, Ichika executed a swift move to sweep her legs, bringing her to the ground.
He pointed his sword at her throat, his expression stern, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her cringe. "Come on. Use your head. You can't win," Ichika stated, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.
Laura nodded the realization of defeat clear in her eyes. Ichika withdrew his blade, stepping back as Laura scuffled away, her pride wounded but her life spared.
"Point made. I can protect myself. With or without an Infinite Stratos," Ichika declared, reaffirming his ability to stand alone against any challenge.
As Tatenashi made her way through the crowd, her spear twirling in her hand, Ichika's demeanor shifted. His sword was poised on his shoulder, ready for what was to come.
"Oh, no. Ichika, I don't think so. It's my turn now," Tatenashi declared confidently, stepping into the open space to face him.
"Didn't you have enough last time? Hard to imagine you're a masochist," Ichika shot back, his words cutting through the tension with a sharp edge. Tatenashi's eyes flashed with fury, her last humiliation at his hands still a fresh wound.
"I will make you eat those words. In this school, the most powerful one is chosen as Student Council President," she retorted, her grip tightening around her spear.
Ichika yawned, displaying a facade of disinterest that belied the alertness beneath. "Think I handed your butt to you. If you want me to kick it more, bring it on."
As Tatenashi charged, Ichika's calm exterior remained unbroken. He read her movements, understanding that, like Rin, she would not rely solely on throwing her weapon but would engage in close-quarter combat. Ichika held his sword tightly, knowing it was his lifeline against Tatenashi's aggressive tactics.
Their weapons clashed, the sound of metal on metal ringing out. "Looks like you haven't really fought me," Ichika grimaced as he managed to break off from her assault. He spun around, delivering a round kick, which Tatenashi blocked with her spear, sending a jolt of pain through his shins. Ichika retreated slightly, biting back curses.
"That is not going to work. Why not surrender?" Tatenashi taunted, her blue cat-like smile widening.
"You talk too much," Ichika retorted, rushing toward her. Tatenashi met him head-on, and as she attempted a swipe with her spear, Ichika ducked under it like a break-dancer, his sword blocking her follow-up attack. Her surprise was evident—she hadn't expected him to counter so effectively.
A lightning-fast punch from Ichika dazed her momentarily. Seizing the moment, he grabbed her head and forcefully brought her face down to his knee. The impact was brutal, Tatenashi's nose crunching under the force. Another knee kick left her gasping for air, Ichika showing no signs of regret for the harshness of his actions.
"Are you done yet? Or do we have to continue?" Ichika challenged, standing over her as she struggled to regain her footing.
"It's not nice to press on a lady," Tatenashi managed to say, defiance lacing her tone despite the obvious pain.
"It's not wise to wake a sleeping dog," Ichika responded coldly, his intensity unchanged.
"I am so going to get you for this arrogance," Tatenashi declared, standing and showcasing her impressive sword skills by twirling it expertly.
Ichika prepared for her next move, his body tensing as he readied himself. The fight continued with rapid exchanges, Ichika's movements reflecting a blend of Miya's sword-fighting techniques and Musubi's boxing prowess.
The intensity escalated as Tatenashi tried to maintain the upper hand, but Ichika's adaptations and raw power began to dominate.
As the duel wore on, Ichika's strategy shifted from defense to a more aggressive approach. He spat dismissively on the ground, his contempt for the situation clear.
"I'm a cheapskate? Take a good look at yourself. You, the strongest Student in this school, are coming after a mediocre Pilot after he has taken down four opponents. Now, I might have gotten stronger," Ichika confessed, his voice carrying a mix of weariness and resolve.
Wrapping bandages around his aching arms, he prepared for what might come next.
"But I am hurting you for two reasons. One, I want you out. Two, I really, really don't like you." The finality in his voice was a clear signal that this was more than just a schoolyard brawl—it was a statement, a declaration of his newfound path and the power he wielded.
Tatenashi, caught off guard by his enthusiasm and skill, had to reconsider her approach. This wasn't the Ichika she thought she knew. This was someone who had embraced his potential, someone who wouldn't back down, no matter the odds.
'I really fucked up here.'
Their weapons clashed again, and Tatenashi could feel an unmistakable surge in Ichika's strength. Each encounter seemed to hone his abilities further, his energy almost palpable in its intensity.
Using his agility, Ichika executed a powerful kick, turning on his heel as he did so. Tatenashi managed to block, but her efforts hardly slowed him. He spun her around with her spear, a rapid movement that set the stage for his next assault. From below, an uppercut soared upwards, catching her off guard.
Continuing his momentum, Ichika then delivered a round kick, the force of which felt like a slap to Tatenashi's face, momentarily dazing her. Seizing the opportunity, he made a shallow cut that forced her to drop her spear. A targeted kick to her knees brought her down, her body collapsing under the precise and calculated strikes.
As Tatenashi tried to use her lowered position to launch a counterattack, Ichika swiftly grabbed her shirt and pulled her into a spin, slamming her forcefully onto the pavement. He then drove his sword into the concrete, dragging it menacingly until the tip rested at her throat.
"You going to surrender? Or do I need to kill you?" Ichika's voice was cold, his intent clear in his eyes. The threat was palpable, and Tatenashi knew he was serious.
"I give up," she gasped out, trying to regain some control.
"Not good enough!" Ichika demanded, stomping his foot into her, accentuating each word with a show of force.
"I surrender. Repeat after me." It was not enough for Ichika to win; he wanted to ensure her complete capitulation, to humiliate her as she had tried to dominate him before.
"Say it."
"I..." Tatenashi hesitated, pain flaring as Ichika pressed his knee into her, pushing the air from her lungs.
"I surrender. Say it." His sword inched closer, a silent but deadly threat.
"I surrender. I surrender. You win," Tatenashi finally conceded, her voice breaking under the strain. Ichika's smirk was the last thing she saw as he lifted off her, pulling his sword free from the concrete.
He inspected the blade—remarkably, it was neither bent nor dented. Swinging it with ease, he sheathed it on his back.
As Tatenashi scrambled away, she fought back tears, humiliated and defeated not just physically but in front of her peers. This was the second time Ichika had bested her, and the public nature of the defeat only deepened the sting.
"Is there anyone else? Or have I proved my point that I can protect myself?" Ichika called out, his voice ringing across the assembled crowd.
From among the spectators, a purple-haired woman stepped forward, her presence shifting the atmosphere. Ichika's smile twisted into something more vicious upon spotting her, signaling that the battles of the day were far from over. His readiness to face another challenger underscored his relentless determination and burgeoning prowess in combat.
"You haven't had enough yet?" Ichika taunted, his sword gleaming ominously as he drew it once more, the cold metal reflecting his unwavering resolve.
"No. I challenge you to earn your place as Princess Airis' attendant," Djbril declared, her voice echoing with a mixture of defiance and determination. She stood steadfast under Ichika's fierce glare, the tension palpable in the air. Ichika responded with a contemptuous spit on the ground, his eyes locked onto hers with predatory intensity.
"Right. You came here seeking a fight. Now, you shall have it," Djbril retorted, her hand gripping the hilt of her rapier, drawing it with a swift, fluid motion that whispered threats through the air.
Ichika's breath quickened, a mixture of anticipation and thrill coursing through him as he glanced at Airis, who watched the unfolding drama with an amused smirk. "Getting past you to that little runt will be a pleasure," he muttered, a dark promise lacing his words.
"It appears you underestimate me, an Imperial Knight," Ichika boasted, flourishing his sword high above his head in a show of bravado, only to lower it suddenly, his eyes twinkling with mockery. "Did you really think I'd be worn out after defeating five others? I'm barely winded."
Djbril's eyes narrowed, her stance tightening. "Then perhaps you'll find me a more formidable opponent," she challenged, her voice carrying a steely calm that belied her rising adrenaline.
The crowd around them, including Houki, Rin, Cecilia, Laura, Charlotte, and even Chifuyu, watched with bated breath. They could all see how much Ichika relished the prospect of this fight—his chest heaved slightly with each breath, his eyes alight with a fierce glee.
The duel began with a dance of blades, Ichika's katana clashing against Djbril's rapier with ringing strikes that filled the air with the song of metal.
Ichika, driven by a relentless desire to prove himself, attacked with a series of calculated moves designed to overpower and outmaneuver. Djbril, for her part, countered gracefully, her training evident in her poised, fluid responses.
As they circled each other, each parry and thrust more aggressively than the last, Ichika's smirks evolved into a grin of sheer enjoyment.
He relished the challenge, and each block and counter raised the stakes higher. Djbril matched his pace, her movements a blur of speed and precision. She was faster than Houki and more technically skilled than Rin. Her agility rivaled Laura's, yet she maintained an air of composure akin to Cecilia's.
Ichika then took a calculated risk, feinting a high strike only to swiftly kick at Djbril's sword, attempting to knock her off balance. He executed a backward flip, landing with cat-like grace, ready to face her renewed assault.
Djbril pressed on, her rapier weaving a complex web of offense that tested Ichika's defenses. He was ready, his parries sharp and deliberate, remembering Miya's advice to hold back and wait for an opening. When Djbril was slightly overextended, Ichika seized his chance.
With a deft twist of his blade, he disarmed her, sending her rapier clattering to the ground. As she stumbled, he swiftly pointed his katana at her throat. "Yield," he commanded, his voice a menacing whisper that carried a clear threat.
Djbril met his gaze, fire flashing in her eyes despite the steel at her throat. Her earlier defiance melted into a grudging respect as she recognized the skill and determination that drove her opponent. "Fine," she spat bitterly, acknowledging her defeat.
Ichika withdrew his sword, sheathing it with a flourish that signaled the end of their confrontation. "Next time, I won't go easy on you," he warned, his voice loud and clear for all to hear.
"Anyone else have something to say? Yes? No?" Ichika's challenge echoed across the arena, hanging heavily in the air as a spoiled brat made their way toward the battleground.
Ichika stood, catching his breath after the intense duel, as Airis stormed up to him, her voice sharp with incredulity. "What was that?" she demanded.
Ichika groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration as he turned to face her. "A fight. Have you ever been in one? I guess not," he retorted, casting a glance at Djbril, who looked away in shame. Ichika offered her a fleeting look of pity before refocusing on Airis.
"Where did you learn how to fight like that?"
"If you really want to know, I learned it over the summer. Miya Asama taught me, and Musubi and Tsukiumi sparred with me," Ichika explained a hint of pride in his voice.
"You mean, those are the women that the gigolo you call a brother is, is, is..." Airis stuttered, struggling to find a sufficiently derogatory term.
"Courting. Trained you," she finally spat out, her tone dripping with disdain.
Ichika couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. "First of all, he did court them, went all four posts with them, and put a bun in their oven." The princess looked puzzled at the expression, while the surrounding girls blushed at the implication.
"What does that mean?"
"That they are pregnant," Ichika stated bluntly.
"And they did a damn good job training me." Airis was visibly shocked, her thoughts clearly racing as she processed that the reputed gigolo had proven himself a father. Without another word, Ichika turned and walked away, stopping only when he reached his sister, Chifuyu.
Chifuyu looked at him with a mix of surprise and concern. "Four Representative Candidates, one of them being the Student Council President, one pilot with a Personal Unit, one Imperial Knight—all defeated with a single word. If I am not closer to you now, I don't know what I have to do," Ichika declared, his tone firm and defiant.
She raised her hand towards him, perhaps in a gesture of reconciliation or reprimand, but Ichika was quick to capture her wrist. "Don't try that."
"You've got quite a mouth on you. I wonder where that came from," Chifuyu remarked dryly.
"Guess. Still, sis, did I make my point? Do I need protection, or can I watch out for myself?" Ichika challenged, his eyes locking with hers in a silent battle of wills.
Chifuyu released her grip, stepping back as Ichika lowered his hand. "You've got quite an attitude. But you managed to get through them all. Feeling exhausted?" Her smirk was sharp, but Ichika responded with a booming smile.
"Nope. A bit winded, yes, but not exhausted. I think I'm going to send a nice present to Miya Asama. She helped me a lot during the summer." With those final words, he walked away, leaving Chifuyu to stew in her mixed feelings of frustration and begrudging respect.
"Did you talk to the Sekirei like that when you were in the inn during the summer?" Chifuyu called after him, her tone a blend of curiosity and admonishment.
Without turning around, Ichika made a dismissive snorting sound. "First of all, I didn't have to. They treated me with respect and kindness. Second, if they teased me, they got repaid. Because you know, that's how some work. When you're kidding around, you'll get it back."
Chifuyu sighed deeply as she watched her brother stride away with his typical carefree attitude, realizing how much closer he had gotten to her level of combat proficiency. She hurried after him, her scathing glare warning anyone who dared follow that they would not be welcome.
Chifuyu ran after him, her scathing glare warning the entire school not to follow. She finally caught up with her brother.
"Ichika, stop." To her surprise, he halted and turned around.
"What's wrong, Ms. Orimura? Didn't like that one?" He mocked as she approached. When Chifuyu raised her hand to smack him, his sword's sheath blocked her strike.
"You don't act like a man. Is this what a man should do? Hitting women?" she accused.
"So, if they challenge me to a fight, what am I supposed to do? Sit and take the hits? I'm not a masochist. I fought back because that's what I'm good at. That's what Miya taught me," Ichika defended himself, his voice rising.
"You are not a man," Chifuyu snapped, pulling him close by his shirt.
"Who are you to make that judgment?! You're a woman!"
"So?"
"Isn't Minato a man? Sure, my brother isn't the biggest alpha, but he won The Sekirei Plan. He's helped me countless times last year. He offered me a place." Ichika's grip tightened on her arm, his eyes blazing with frustration.
"Are you more of a man than he is? Maybe. You can fight and teach, but that's all. You're terrible at cooking, cleaning, or managing any other household tasks."
"You spoiled, arrogant son of a..."
"It's Ichika. And arrogant? Who are you kidding? Do you really think you have any right to judge me? I am what you made me," Ichika retorted sharply, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I am who I am because of others. If you had done your job, I wouldn't have taken Minato's offer. You're my sister by blood, yes, but what else? Why did you push me into this role and expect the world from me when I got nothing from you? Would it kill you to let me know you have my back? Clearly, it would." He paused, his voice heavy with emotion.
Ichika could have said more, but he chose to stop there, which was his point made.
"I am done with this shit. I am done with this academy. I am done with those girls. And I am done with you. Our talk is over."
The Knight passed by and retreated to his room. Chifuyu watched him go, a pensive look overtaking her face. What had she done? What had she created? She knew she had messed up, and the irony of it all was bitterly sweet.
In his room, Ichika lay on his bed, letting the swirl of his thoughts gradually settle as his anger subsided. Being a teenager wasn't easy—his brain was still catching up with his rushing hormones. He had learned to control them, but only just, his limits pushed to the edge. As he lay back, he savored the silence that enveloped his room. There was something addictive about the quiet.
His thoughts drifted to Minato, his older brother. Ichika couldn't help but feel envious. Life with the Sekirei had its conflicts, but Minato had established rules and lived by them, earning him the chance to become a father.
Ichika knew Minato would excel in that role. This envy perhaps explained his restlessness. The Sekirei had doted on him during his stay, providing a type of care he found himself missing here.
Why couldn't the girls at school, those always so near yet so hurtful, offer the same kindness? Not just the Candidates and Houki but also his sister, Chifuyu. Family wasn't just about blood—a realization that struck him deeply, considering his limited connection to it.
One memory continued to haunt him—Madoka. Her resemblance to Chifuyu was unmistakable, and they even shared a last name. He hadn't brought it up with Chifuyu; there were more significant issues at hand, like his recent defeat. He clenched his fist.
He had grown strong, incredibly so. Yet here he lay, alone in the dark, cold quiet of his room.
'What good is strength if it serves no purpose?' That was a question for tomorrow. For now, he needed sleep, which remained elusive. He turned on a song Jin had recommended, its lyrics resonating with his current state:
"It's hard for me to understand myself."
So it must be hard as hell for you!"
Meanwhile, in another part of town, someone was reclining, toying with a necklace, replaying the mission from the night before. This scene mirrored Ichika's, except it was Madoka lying there, contemplating her brother's unexpected strength.
"Would you want my life, Ichika, and would I want yours?"
Both shook their heads and closed their eyes, resigned to face a new day after this night's rest. Yet, before surrendering to sleep, Ichika got off his bed, knelt, placed his hands together, and began to pray that things would work out in his favor. This had become his nightly ritual.
I finished another chapter in just a night. Well, it's what it is. I enjoyed doing this chapter. It was fun.
I got quite a bit on it, and now we can go up to the next one.
Ended on 28/04/2024
Saluut.
