Hello, my dear readers.
Welcome to the penultimate chapter of IS and Sekirei Brave New World. It's hard to believe that it's been doing this for that long.
I forgot that I had this chapter checked back in February of this year when I started to play with CHAT GTP. I am such an idiot. Well, Ican't help with that.
I forgot about it, and I just got back on the chapter.
Since the last update, I have been pretty busy, both in real life and online, finishing a few chaptersif you keep track of it.
The good news is that I only have one more chapter to put through CHAT GTP. So I can live with that.
Started on 15/02/2024
Ended on 20/02/2024
You sowed the wind
And now you reaped the whirlwind
Before the dawn, the darkest hours.
Cecilia was uncertain how she found herself inside a traditional yet well-kept Japanese Inn, her presence seemingly unnoticed as if she were a ghost. People passed by, their gazes never meeting hers, deepening her sense of invisibility.
She recognized two individuals among the crowd: Miya Asama and her husband, Takehito. The older gentleman donned a traditional kimono, contrasting with his wife's attire—a purple hakama paired with a white haori, cinched at the waist with a belt and complemented by wooden sandals.
The sound of the doorbell prompted Takehito to rise. "I'll get it," he declared, his movement met with a knowing smile from his wife, anticipating the visitor's identity.
"Ichika, your guests have arrived," she announced, causing Cecilia's heart to flutter. Ichika's entrance marked a significant shift; gone was the familiar ISA uniform, replaced by a simple black T-shirt that accentuated his muscular build, a testament to the passage of time. His face retained its youthful features, yet there was no denying he had matured, now appearing in his early twenties. What events had filled those intervening years?
As the young man hastened downstairs, Cecilia trailed behind, her curiosity piqued yet marred by a growing unease. Her discomfort only intensified upon witnessing Ichika's warm greeting with Minato, a familiarity that seemed out of place in what was once his home.
"Good day, Ichika," Minato's smooth tone broke the silence, not alone in his arrival. Beside him stood Kazehana, her sunhat in hand, revealing her identity as she greeted Ichika with a casual wave.
The conversation quickly turned towards marriage, a topic that left Cecilia reeling. "Ready to get married?" Minato's question echoed through the inn, its implications sending shockwaves through Cecilia's heart. The mention of marriage, the casualness of the inquiry, and the unknown woman's presence beside Ichika—a sight that chilled Cecilia to her core as she observed their intimacy with growing despair.
The notion of marriage left Cecilia bewildered. "Married? To whom? And why?" The conversation she was eavesdropping on seemed to spiral into territories of her deepest anxieties.
"I'm not sure I'm ready. But she believes I am." The ambiguity of Ichika's words hung in the air, stirring turmoil within Cecilia. She couldn't help but wonder if she was the 'she' Ichika referred to. Despite feeling it was premature, Cecilia secretly harbored the hope that Ichika saw her as ready for such a commitment.
A new voice cut through her thoughts, causing Cecilia to startle and turn. The woman speaking was a silhouette of mystery, her face obscured, leaving Cecilia feeling as though she was gazing at a stranger.
"This isn't the place to discuss marriage matters. Let's move to the dining table," the woman suggested, her voice carrying an air of finality.
Ichika had apparently persuaded Miya to acquire a dining table for such discussions. As the group settled down, the unknown woman nestled closer to Ichika, an action that sent a chill through Cecilia. Ichika's response, a tender kiss on the woman's forehead, only deepened the ice in Cecilia's veins.
"So, are you certain this is where you want to wed?" Takehito inquired, with Minato offering Ichika a supportive smile.
"It's where I married most of my Sekirei," Minato interjected, reminiscing, while Ichika returned the smile with warmth.
Kazehana, with a discreet gesture of affection, lent her support, her approval evident.
"Ichika, don't overthink it. Mom expects great things from you at our place, and you've always risen to the occasion," Kazehana reassured him.
"Your parents consented, and even your sister has given her blessing. Ultimately, it was your decision," Minato added, playfully tousling Ichika's hair.
"It's rare to find someone as kind and patient as she is. You're lucky, Ichika," Takehito observed, with Miya nodding in agreement.
"We've all come to cherish Ichika like a young sibling," the woman known as the Pillar declared. "My sister-wives and I see in you a brother, and we believe you'll fit seamlessly into our extended family."
Ichika, somewhat overwhelmed, glanced around the table. "If we're done with the accolades, perhaps we can proceed with our planning. There's much to discuss."
Cecilia, still reeling from the display of affection, felt her despair mount as more endearments were exchanged. Her protestations, though sincere, went unheard, lost to the void as if she were speaking through a veil of silence.
"No, Ichika! You can't marry her! This can't be happening. Ichika, please listen to me. You belong with me!" But her cries were in vain, swallowed by the laughter and continued discussions of those around the table.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
In her anguish, Cecilia's outcry stretched into a desperate, elongated scream until a sudden jolt—a bang on her head—snapped her back to reality. Her eyes flew open, revealing the dark, silent confines of her bedroom, void of Ichika or any sign of the woman he was with. The stark contrast between her vivid nightmare and the quiet of her room left her disoriented, grappling with the shadows of her fears.
Shaken from her nightmare, Cecilia fumbled for the light switch, flooding the room with light.
"Cecilia? What the hell? Was turning on the lights really necessary?" Kisara's voice cut through the darkness, laced with irritation. Despite the spacious design of the first-year dorms, Cecilia's oversized bed dominated the room, relegating Kisaragi Kisara, her roommate, to a sleeping bag on the floor—a constant source of tension between them.
"Kisara? Uh..." Cecilia's voice trailed off, disoriented.
In response, Kisara tossed a pillow at Cecilia, her glare sharp enough to slice through the dimly lit tension. "Stop messing around. They say nightmares plague the guilty. From what I've heard, you had it coming."
Cecilia swallowed hard, the weight of Kisara's words pressing down on her. She collapsed back onto her bed, the comfort of her mattress offering little solace. The echo of her roommate's condemnation mingled with the remnants of her dream, leaving her to wonder if sleep would ever come again after such a tormenting nightmare.
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Minato lay on his bed, fully awake, surrounded by the serene forms of his sleeping Sekirei and Chiho. There was a quiet joy in these moments, watching over his loved ones in the peaceful embrace of sleep.
The New Year's celebration had been a lavish affair, hosted in Minato's expansive residence—a gesture of gratitude towards his allies for their support against the Infinite Stratos girls. The guest list was a who's who of his closest companions: Sanada with his six Sekirei, Oosumi and Kaho, Seo alongside the Thunder Twins and their offspring, his sister and Shiina, Jin with Yashima, and Shigi accompanied by Kuno. Even his mother had joined the festivities.
Miya and Takehito couldn't be missed either.
The group welcomed the New Year in traditional Japanese fashion, visiting local shrines in Shinto Teito for prayers, charms, and the customary first sips of sake. As the evening chill set in and Kusano grew tired, they returned home, where Kusano was gently tucked into bed before the adults continued the celebration.
Mindful of his Sekirei, Minato had opted for a sober party, much to the disappointment of some guests. Yet, the abundance of food and soft drinks kept spirits high, with promises of more potent libations at a later date.
The night culminated in a shared moment of awe as fireworks illuminated the sky over Shinto Teito, marking the dawn of a new year. Reflecting on the tumultuous journey that had brought them here, Minato was struck by the unexpected turns his life had taken—renewed friendships, imminent fatherhood, and the promise of a brighter future.
"Did Ichika get in touch?" his mother inquired, her interest piqued by the rumors swirling around her son.
"Take what you hear with a grain of salt, Mum. I've been assisting Ichika with some issues," Minato reassured her, his tone suggesting the gravity of the situation.
Yukari, joining the conversation, echoed their mother's curiosity. "Was it something in the UK? I've heard quite a bit from my friends."
Minato's response was sobering. "Without my intervention, Ichika might not have made it. It's serious."
The weight of his words hung in the air, prompting a solemn acknowledgment from Takami and Yukari. Despite the underlying tension, the night unfolded with laughter, conversation, and a sense of unity. As guests retired to the many rooms Minato's home afforded, they greeted the first morning of the New Year together, hopeful and ready for whatever lay ahead.
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Ichika was ambivalent about his return to the ISA. To some, it was his sanctuary, yet, in contrast to the United Kingdom, it felt more like a reminder of the distance from what he could truly call home.
His New Year's celebration, spent in the confines of his room under the same roof as his older sister, was anything but festive. He had chosen isolation over participation, preferring the solitude of his thoughts to the company of family. Reflecting on it, Ichika couldn't help but lament,
"What a way to spend the New Year and Winter Break. God, I feel pathetic."
The sudden beep of his phone broke the monotony of his brooding. A message from Minato brought an unexpected smile to his face—a rare occurrence these days. It was brief, unlike their usual lengthy exchanges, but its contents were enough to lift his spirits momentarily. Kosaki's message through Minato was simple yet profound; she was okay and happy to be back in touch, understanding of the tumult that had ensnared Ichika and accepting of the half-truths he had shared.
This acknowledgment from Kosaki stirred something in Ichika. Since their separation last autumn, not a day had passed where he hadn't thought of her. The dilemma of reopening his heart, not just to Kosaki but to anyone, weighed heavily on him. Yet, at this moment, rekindling this connection seemed to cost him nothing and offer a glimmer of happiness in the bleak landscape of his current existence.
His phone served as his lifeline, a bridge to the world beyond his self-imposed isolation. Apart from the occasional interaction when Chifuyu went out, leaving him to his own devices, his life was a cycle of solitude, homework, and introspection—a method to distract himself from the mess his life had become.
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The brief respite Ichika had found in the solitude of his room swiftly passed, and before he knew it, he was back within the familiar walls of the ISA. There was a resignation to this return, an acceptance of the inevitable, shaped in part by the chaotic events of the previous December,and those days of turmoil had surprisingly fostered in him a newfound appreciation for the semblance of normalcy the school offered, even if it was far from what he truly desired.
Despite this, Ichika found himself unwilling to engage with anyone. His recent experiences had erected a barrier between him and his peers, making solitude his preference. Tatenashi, Cecilia, Laura, and others who once might have persisted in breaking through his reticence now kept their distance, having learned the hard way that Ichika's temper was best left unprovoked. The mere hint of Miya's katana being drawn in his defense was enough to deter any unwelcome advances.
As he sat in the cafeteria, Ichika sensed an odd tension in the air. On one side, there was a palpable sense of relief among the girls that he was keeping to himself, yet on the other, a silent wish lingered—that he might choose to spend time with them, to single one of them out for his attention. But Ichika harbored no such intentions. His thoughts were consumed by a longing to return home to the life he knew before the ISA, before the complications.
Chifuyu was already aware of his eagerness to return to Shinto Teito, especially with the impending births of Minato's children on the horizon. Ichika had made it clear: should these events coincide with the school exams, he expected her to accommodate his absence, either by scheduling the exams earlier or finding an alternative solution. His resolve on this matter was firm, a testament to the shifting priorities that now guided his decisions.
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Around a table, the girls engaged in hushed conversations until Rin's yawn broke the silence. Tatenashi, quick to notice, inquired, "Bad dreams, Rin?"
A visible shudder passed through Rin, palpable even across the table. "Let's not talk about it. I've been plagued by nightmares these past few nights," she confessed, the Chinese cadette's admission sparking a wave of concern among the others.
"Are they about Ichika?" Charlotte's question drew immediate attention, her apprehension evident.
Rin, surprised, asked, "How did you guess?"
Charlotte shared her own uneasy experience, "I've had similar dreams. Ichika's older, back in Shinto Teito..."
The conversation took a tense turn as Kanzashi interjected, "And he's discussing marriage, right?" The collective realization that they might all be sharing the same dream cast a shadow of dread over the group.
"What's your dream about, Houki?" Cecilia's question prompted the shrine maiden to detail her vision, "I see Ichika discussing marriagewith Miya, Takehito. When he's called over to the door, Minato is there. Together with Musubi. Plus, his sister, Yukari and Shiina."
Cecilia, deep in thought, added, "It's strange. My dream involved Kazehana instead of it." The realization that each dream featured a different woman from Ichika's life led to a troubled contemplation of what these dreams might signify about their feelings and fears regarding Ichika's perceptions of love and commitment.
Charlotte, with a heavy sigh, admitted her dream. "I see Kagari in that dream instead of who you have seen." It added another layer to the complex tapestry of their shared anxieties.
When Tatenashi revealed her dream, the group gulped even more.
"My dream is eerily the same, but it has Uzume around Minato. What about your dream, little sis?"
Kanzashi sighed and thought back on it.
"I have Matsu. That brain Sekirei. That is not a surprise." Airis pipped up from her spot and began to talk.
"It's the same with me. I have the same dream. It's another girl, though. She has blond hair, a white dress, and shorter hairthan Minato."
Kanzashi turned to the princess.
"That must be Chiho Hidaka. She's the original Ashikabi of Uzume. From what I heard, they joined his harem."
This revelation intensified their collective resentment towards Minato's apparent insatiability and sparked a debate about the impact of Ichika's views on marriage.
"Really, all these women, and he still hasn't gotten enough." Houki's nose let out steam through her nose.
"And then you wonder how wrong Ichika thinks of marriage," Cecilia added as they all turned to see the Knight.
Frustration mounting, Houki declared her intention to confront Ichika directly, a decision that almost rallied the others to join her. However, a stern look from the shrine maiden halted them in their tracks, leaving Houki to approach Ichika alone.
As she neared, Ichika sensed the impending confrontation, meeting Houki's approach with a steely glare that betrayed his unwillingness to engage. His terse "What?" cut through the tension just moments before chaos erupted—a barrage of lasers shattered the tranquility of the dining hall, leaving their conversation and concerns scattered in the wake of sudden violence.
A squadron of crimson Infinite Stratos units, unlike any seen before, descended upon them. "What the?" Ichika exclaimed, taken aback by their number and apparent mass production. He instinctively knew that no human-piloted these machines.
As he dodged to safety, Ichika couldn't help but express his frustration, "Can't I have five minutes of peace? Byakushiki!" His unit responded with a radiant glow, a beacon of hope as the other cadets rallied to his side, their units springing to life.
The enemy had a clear target: Houki. A chilling, synthetic voice announced the commencement of her extraction, confirming Ichika's suspicion that they were not human.
[Target confirmed. Beginning extraction.]
Despite their struggles, energy ropes ensnared Houki, rendering her powerless and pulling her away. "ICHIKAAA!" she cried out, reaching for him in vain.
Ichika swore under his breath as he and the others gave chase.
"Great, just great," Ichika muttered, his frustration mounting as he pondered over who could be behind this brazen attack.
Using his high speed, he was the only unit that could keep up with them.
Not that it stopped the other cadets from going after them. Charlotte, Laura, and Cecilia had joined in the fray, letting their guns speak.
"Wait, no! Don't go after them! Get back!" Kanzashi yelled out as she had finished her analysis. Her words hadn't even died out as the drones self-destructed. Somewhere, Ichika could be glad that Tatenashi had managed to protect the cadets from the destruction.
But they couldn't prevent Houki from being taken away.
"Ah, great." Ichika really began to wonder who he pissed off to cause all of this. Oh, right. He knew who did this.
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"We are tracking the mass-produced units that took Shinonono," Chifuyu told the cadets as they gathered in the underground complex beneath the ISA.
"There's a gag order in place. No leaks, no outside help," she instructed, her gaze sternly set on Ichika, who understood the gravity of the situation all too well.
"So, is she still alive?" Ichika asked, unable to mask the coldness in his voice.
"She's alive. They have a purpose for her," his sister confirmed, her voice carrying a mix of reassurance and concern.
The arrival of Kagaribi Hikaruno, marked by her severe demeanor and visible injuries, brought new information to light. "The attackers are from Dr. Kagaribi's lab, Kuramochi Engineering," she revealed, silencing the room.
Questions flew about the origins and control of these mass-produced units, leading to a chilling realization—Tabane's involvement. The infamous engineer had repurposed Kuramochi Engineering's prototypes into unmanned drones, now responsible for Houki's abduction.
Tatenashi pieced together the motive: they were after the original Akatsubaki and its pilot. With the stakes higher than ever, Ichika considered reaching out to Minato for assistance despite the complexities of their past.
"You sure I can't call Minato for help? It might make our task easier," Ichika proposed, hoping for a chance to tilt the odds in their favor.
Chifuyu's glare intensified, and her response left no room for negotiation. "You really think he can help us? The answer is no, Orimura. We're on our own." Ichika's frustration was palpable, his displeasure barely contained as he muttered a curse under his breath.
Determined, Ichika revealed his ace. "Luckily, I've got a lead on her location." He brought up his display, showcasing information pinpointing Akatsubaki's position. "She's over the Pacific." The revelation that Byakushiki could track Akatsubaki, even in stealth mode, took everyone by surprise.
"That's likely a trap. What makes you think they'd keep her with her unit?" Chifuyu challenged theskepticism in her voice.
Ichika met his sister's gaze with resolve. "If you have a better plan, I'm all ears. But who else will save her if not us, especially after you've gathered us here?" It was a moment of realization for Chifuyu, witnessing Ichika's growth and determination.
"You're getting the hang of this, Orimura," she conceded, a hint of pride in her voice. "Decision made. We're going to rescue Shinonono! Cadets, prepare for preflight! Instructors, I amready foryour support! We deploy in forty minutes!"
A unified chorus of "Yes, ma'am!" filled the briefing room, marking the beginning of what would be known later as the Akatsubaki Incident. This daring rescue operation would test their skills and resolve.
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As the cadets hurried through their pre-mission checklist, Chifuyu and Maya reviewed the available intelligence. "Tabane originally completed six units before taking over the project, but there's no doubt she's manufactured more by now. The willingness to sacrifice six in an explosion speaks volumes," Chifuyu mused.
Maya let out a worried sigh, "We have no concrete numbers on the enemy's forces."
Chifuyu's expression hardened as she considered the formidable challenge Tabane posed. "Is this really a battle for ISA to face alone? We've collaborated with the British government before. Couldn't our government lend support?"
"The reality is stark," Chifuyu replied with a shake of her head. "Unless the threat is directly over Shinto Teito, don't expect any intervention. We're on our own."
Maya's concern was palpable. "Must the students be involved in the fight?"
Chifuyu faced Maya, her stance firm. "Concerned for them, are you?" Maya's nod prompted a reflective moment from Chifuyu. "Never lose that compassion, Ms. Yamada."
"That's not what I meant," Maya protested, only to be reassured by Chifuyu's understanding. "These students are destined to make significant changes in the world. They've already come so far," Chifuyu stated, affirming her belief in their potential and the inevitability of their participation in pivotal moments like this.
The preparation phase moved swiftly. "Weapons check, OK!" Rin called out. Cecilia chimed in, "Ready to go anytime!" Charlotte confirmed, "Assault package installation complete," while Kanzashi and Laura added their affirmations.
As the cadets finalized their preparations, Ichika took a moment of introspection. "Watch over me, even in your absence," he whispered, a silent prayer for protection.
With the mission set to commence, Chifuyu gave the order. "All units, scramble!" The pilots were catapulted from the arena runways, repurposed for emergency launches. To minimize risk, Chifuyu had made the difficult decision to leave Airis and Djbril behind despite their protests. The safety of every cadet was paramount.
The formation was strategic: Ichika led the charge, supported by Rin and Cecilia, with Charlotte and Laura close behind. The Sarashiki sisters brought up the rearand joined the princess and Djbril incompleting the team. Each pilot knew the weight of their task as they soared into the sky, their resolve as strong as the machines they piloted.
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Houki's senses returned to her slowly, greeted by the gentle caress of a breeze on her cheeks and the rhythmic sound of waves nearby. She found herself on an endless horizon of blinding white sand, utterly alone. The vastness prompted a solitary question,'Where am I?'
Compelled to explore, she ventured toward a nearby patch of sand, too modest to be considered a desert island. Yet, abruptly, she halted, an unsettling feeling washing over her. She wasn't alone. "Who are you?!" she demanded, spinning around to confront the presence she felt.
Beneath a lone tree stood a figure, one that defied every rational thought—another Houki. But this wasn't merely a reflection; it was a version of herself born from the darkest recesses of her heart, embodying the strength she had always yearned for. The other Houki's smile was a dark, twisted smirk. "I will replace you."
The threat sent a shiver down Houki's spine. "You have no strength. So I'll replace you," the counterpart stated, extending her hand with a chilling nonchalance. Panicked, Houki turned to flee but found herself face-to-face with her double once more.
"You can't escape," the counterpart's voice echoed ominously. "You can't escape from yourself." The realization hit Houki hard; the adversary before her was, in essence, herself.
"Fall away. Beneath the waves of consciousness," the other Houki whispered, her touch gentle against Houki's cheek, brushing away tears that had formed. The acknowledgment of her vulnerability was strangely comforting, the allure of surrender seductive. "Giving in. It's wonderful, right?" As Houki felt herself sinking into the sand, her resolve waned under the soothing tone of her twin. It felt right to let go.
"I..." Her voice trailed off as she drifted further from consciousness, only managing to whisper the last few words.
"I'll take care of it all for you," promised the red-eyed Houki, her smile widening as a crimson Infinite Stratos unit enveloped her. "Leave it to Akatsuki."
In this ethereal confrontation with her inner self, Houki faced the embodiment of her fears and desires, a pivotal moment that blurred the lines between reality and the depths of her psyche. The encounter with her darker self, Akatsuki, marked a profound internal struggle, casting a shadow over her identity and the battles yet to come.
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[FEUERSCHWANZ - Warriors Of The World United]
As Ichika and his team approached the horizon, the vast expanse of the sea was interrupted by the sight of Giga Font, an artificial island no larger than 200 square meters but teeming with activity. Shipping containers were being maneuvered with precision, creating a bustling hive of industry.
"That looks more like a beehive than an island," Laura remarked, observing the hexagonal arrangement of containers that resembled a honeycomb.
Ichika couldn't help but agree with the analogy, especially as an alarm shattered the peace. "Picking up drones! Four, no, five! Wait, there are even more!" Cecilia announced, her voice laced with urgency.
The island, Giga Font, revealed its true nature, lifting into the air amidst a cacophony of warnings. "Go forth, my Akebachi," a voice commanded, resonating over the waves as the cadets braced themselves for the imminent confrontation.
Ichika's attention was drawn upwards by a call. "Look, Ichika!" Against the backdrop of the sun stood a figure, a dark mirror of the Akatsubaki, her appearance sinister yet delicate, her face obscured by a black visor reminiscent of Phantom Task agents.
"What is that Unit? Where is Houki?" Ichika pondered, wary of engaging with this unknown threat.
"My IR sensors are picking up something. The containers are hiding something!" an alert came through, heightening the tension.
"What's our plan?" the team pondered, rallying around Kanzashi's call to action. "We still have a chance! Don't give up yet!" she encouraged as they formed a defensive perimeter, ready to support Tatenashi's lead.
With the threat of enemy lock-on looming, the team was cautioned to wait for Kanzashi's command. Ichika allowed Tatenashi to initiate the strategy, a mist of nanomachines providing cover against the Akebachi drones breaching through a fiery barrier.
"Set up a curtain fire, force them to close in! Avoid melee combat!" Ichika commanded, biding his time until the nanomachine mist settled.
Impatient, Ichika channeled his energy, invoking the Byakushiki Ouri's ability to reformat anything related to IS technology. "You forget my capabilities," he muttered, energy enveloping him in a protective barrier resembling a fierce wolf.
'I'm going to make you proud, Miya,' he thought, propelling himself forward with unmatched speed. As the team attempted to follow, they found their efforts hampered andtheir reactor output inexplicably diminished.
"Wait! Ichika! Ichikaaa!" a voice called out, the red-clad girl drawing him further into the fray.
An Akebachi stalled Charlotte's progress, and the rest of the cadets were ensnared in intense combat. "Why aren't my engines responding?" Laura exclaimed, frustration mounting.
"I'm analyzing now! 'Code Red?!' A backdoor output-limiting mode?" Kanzashi discovered, revealing the dire nature of their situation.
With no immediate solution to their handicapped state, the cadets faced the daunting task of battling against these formidable machines, determined to demonstrate the ISA's resilience and the folly of underestimating them.
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Ichika's resolve didn't waver in the face of the onslaught. With each Akebachi that emerged, he met them with unwavering determination, slicing through their ranks as if they were mere shadows before him. The ease with which he dispatched his enemies, spreading his energy wings and watching the circle of adversaries fall like dominoes, only intensified the feeling that this battle was somehow too straightforward. The air vibrated with the thunderous roars of explosions as Ichika made his way through the collapsing enemy lines, determined to confront the mysterious girl in red.
Her silence was as ominous as her appearance, a wordless, forbidding aura enveloping her. "You know why I'm here. Where is Houki?" Ichika demanded, his voice steady, underpinned by a simmering anger that lent him an eerie calm.
"You already know," she responded, sending a shiver down his spine with her icy reply.
"I'm not here to play games," Ichika retorted, and with a burst of speed that took her by surprise, he launched himself at her. The girl barely managed to draw her swords in time to meet Ichika's ferocious attack.
Ichika's style, honed by Miya, was a perfect counter to whatever the girl attempted, echoing the teachings Houki had received from her father. Yet, as effortlessly as Ichika fought, the girl broke away, retreating as Ichika pursued without hesitation.
His chase led him through the beehive of activity, his adversaries falling effortlessly to his blade. Despite the girl's knowledge of the terrain, Ichika's determination saw him through until he finally cornered her in the heart of the hive.
"What do you want?" he demanded, his gaze piercing.
"My dream," she replied, setting off a storm within Ichika. "Is that dream worth all this trouble?" he challenged, only to be met with a revelation that struck a chord deep within him. The Infinite Stratos, machines of dreams, now seemed to Ichika a cruel irony, a stark contrast to the nightmare his life had become.
The girlreveals herself as a younger Houki, professed to be Akatsuki, the first IS, the embodiment of Houki's aspirations and dreams. Yet, as Ichika deflected her twin-blade attack, the truth of their connection dawned on him—a paradox of power and identity, a challenge to his very existence.
"You hate everything about me, but yet Houki loves me." Ichika, steadfast in his resolve, refused to be swayed by what the machine had.
"I walk my own path. No one can force me. I refuse." he declared, shattering her blades with a technique passed down by Miya.
The machine looked horrified by those actions.
"Houki has to return. I want her to come back."
Ichika propelled the machine out of the beehive, his actions a testament to his indomitable will. As he soared into the sky, unleashing the full potential of Byakushiki Ouri, he reminded himself of another lesson from Miya: the power of rational thought over emotion.
At this moment, Ichika's path was clear, his mission singular—to rescue Houki and affirm his autonomy against the forces that sought to define him. The battlefield watched in awe as Ichika, a knight shaped by adversity and guided by the wisdom of his mentors, embraced his destiny.
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Houki awoke to a haze of confusion and pain, her memories like open wounds that refused to heal. The floodgates of her past opened, revealing her deepest desires and regrets. She had sought to prove her strength through Akatsuki, her first Infinite Stratos (IS), dubbed the 'Queen' of all IS units for its unparalleled dominance. Yet, her confrontation with Chifuyu's Kurezakura had led to catastrophic consequences, nearly destroying both units beyond repair. The realization of her actions had prompted her sister, Tabane, to seal away those harrowing memories.
"What have I done?" The weight of her decisionsand the damage inflicted upon Chifuyu's ability to pilot overwhelmed her. Houki's attempt to flee from the aftermath, from her perceived weakness, only plunged her deeper into despair. "I... I don't..." She felt unworthy of rescue, believing she didn't deserve the efforts of Ichika, her friends, or even Akatsuki.
"I can't." The desire to vanish, to erase her existence from the memories of those she feared she'd burdened, consumed her. Yet, it was Ichika's voice that pierced through the fog of her self-loathing. "You know, beating yourself up isn't getting you anywhere."
Seated beside her, Ichika appeared somewhat fatigued but overwhelmingly victorious, a testament to the efficacy of Miya's rigorous training. Despite the turmoil within, Houki found a sliver of solace in his presence. "I-Ichika," she whispered, her voice a mix of gratitude and disbelief.
"You really made a mess, didn't you?" he observed, his words gentle yet candid.
The tears that had been threatening to spill finally broke free. "What did? What happened?" she asked, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts.
"I don't know. You tell me. But if you're asking what I did—I guess I saved you," Ichika responded, his simplicity offering Houki a momentary reprieve from her guilt.
Amidst her tears, a smile found its way to her face. It was a rare moment of peace as the entity known as Akatsuki, the embodiment of her dreams and ambitions, quietly accepted its purpose and began to fade into nothingness. "Her dream is fulfilled. I can say that I am happy," it acknowledged silently, disappearing unnoticed by the pair.
"Ichika, thank you," Houki managed to say, her voice a blend of relief and lingering sorrow.
Ichika's response was firm, redirecting her gratitude. "You know who you should thank," he said, gesturing to the assembled pilots who had supported their rescue mission. "You all should give a big thank you to Miya Asama. Without her training, none of this would have ended so well."
In that moment, Houki was reminded of the collective effort and sacrifice that had brought her back from the brink. It was a humbling realization that, despite her fears and faults, she was surrounded by individuals willing to fight for her, guided by the teachings of Miya Asama. This acknowledgment of interconnectedness and the importance of each person's role in the tapestry of their lives offered Houki a path forward, away from the shadows of her past and into the light of acceptance and redemption.
Scene skip
Ichika's conversation with Minato unfolded over a digital connection, echoing the complex layers of their longstanding friendship. Despite the physical distance, their dialogue was as vivid and clear as if they were seated side by side, thanks to modern technology. Minato, amidst the quiet of the night as the Sekirei rested, navigated the delicate balance between impending fatherhood and his concern for Ichika.
"I've apologized countless times, Minato. I had no other choice," Ichika reiterated, a statement that had become a familiar refrain over the past month.
Minato's response from behind his screen was tinted with the fatigue of recent weeks. [You could've reached out to me, Ichika.].
Just one more month, Minato reminded himself, as, by the end of that month, his children would be born.
At least, it would be easier to deal with their mothers.
"Minato, again. I would have if I had the chance. But I had someone protesting against it. So I couldn't do that."
[We have helped you before. Bodewig, the Silver Gospel, Excalibur]
Ichika was quick to point out he hadfought on his own before. "I fought in Kyoto on my own. And well. Have you called on Miya?"
The Ashikabi couldn't shake the image of his mind. Miya Asama, giggling with glee, was a high school girl who got asked out by her crush to prom.
[She told me what you have done. You made all the girls of your school thank her for the help and training that she put you through. The faces they made were something she'd remember for the rest of her life.]
Ichika sighed as he recalled those events.
"I have to make them thank Matsu. That would be a show as well. My cyber guardian Angel would also save those faces."
Minato had been scared of what Matsu had done. She had begun to dive deep into Ichika's secrets, which held potentially unsettling revelations, prompting Minato to advise caution, especially considering the current state of the Sekirei.
Their children had top priority.
"You can ask her. It's thanks to her that I had some minor bruises on my arm. If I hadn't had her train me like last summer, I would have been inmuch worse condition. That woman might be a warrior, but she is a damn miracle worker to whip a useless fuck like me into shape."
Minato couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the exchange. [Remembering that is good. By the way, Ichika, are you aware of what day tomorrow is?]
Ichika's response was a mix of resignation and humor. "Valentine's Day. It's not like I could ever forget," he replied, acknowledging the unavoidable holiday with a hint of sarcasm.
[So, you're bracing for the avalanche of chocolates from the girls, huh? I'd be shocked if you didn't end up with bags full of them] Minato prodded, understanding the awkward position Ichika was in.
The mere mention reignited Ichika's frustration. "You really think I should accept those gifts? After everything they've put both of us through? You want me to grin and bear it, especially knowing confessions will likely follow those chocolates," he retorted, his irritation palpable through the screen.
[Ichika, I'm fully aware of the kind of trouble you're dealing with] Minato replied, his tone acknowledging the gravity of Ichika's situation.
"Calling it 'trouble' is the goddamn understatement of the fucking century," Ichika snapped back, his frustration boiling over into his language.
[Letting that bitterness seep into you is like letting a virus take hold, little brother. My advice?] Minato offered, seeking to guide Ichika with a brotherly wisdom that had seen them through many a hardship. Ichika listened, knowing well the value of Minato's counsel.
"You're suggesting I should just forgive them, after everything?" he questioned, seeking clarity on Minato's stance.
Minato's response came with a knowing grin,
[Forgiveness is your call. As for me, I'd be happy never to cross paths with them again. But you don't have that luxury, Ichika. You see them every day. You're not one to harbor darkness in your heart, not like Chifuyu might. I can't see you becoming someone filled with hate. That's not the uncle I want my kids to know.]
There was a sound that cut off Ichika from his conversation. Chifuyu had entered the room.
"I gotta go. Thank you for your wisdom."
Minato didn't blame Ichika for closing the call like that. He was much happier if he didn't have to see Chifuyu either.
"No need to hang up just because I'm here," Chifuyu remarked, settling onto her bed. Ichika, focused and a bit defiant, replied to his sister.
"What I share with him is private. And now, I need to get back to my homework, if you don't mind." Chifuyu, familiar with Ichika's stubborn streak, could only shake her head in resignation. There was no changing his mind once he was set on a course of action.
Scene skip
Houki's resolve in the aftermath of recent events had solidified into a clear plan for the foreseeable future. Each day, following the routine monotony of school, she would sequester herself within the dojo's walls, dedicating herself to rigorous training. This was her ground zero, a stark reminder of her current reality without the Akatsubaki and Akatsuki, which relegated her to the status of an ordinary student amidst her peers.
The solitude of the dojo wasn't just a retreat; it was a battleground for confronting her inner demons. Houki grappled with the realization of her past actions, recognizing them as attempts to flee from the challenges that life threw at her. 'I have not been strong. Just weak. I was running away from my problems. How immature,' she admitted to herself, understanding that acknowledging her vulnerabilities was the crucial first step towards genuine strength.
This journey of self-improvement wasn't one she had to undertake alone. Houki was acutely aware of the network of support surrounding her—friends who had her back, ready to protect, assist, and guide her through her moments of doubt. Rin, in particular, with her straightforward and determined mindset, had played a pivotal role in pulling Houki from the depths of her despair, reminding her of the strength that comes from facing one's fears head-on.
Beyond the immediate focus on personal growth, Houki allowed herself to entertain thoughts of the upcoming Valentine's Day, a sliver of anticipation cutting through the usual seriousness that characterized her demeanor. The idea of crafting chocolates for Ichika ignited a rare spark of excitement in her, a welcome diversion from the intense self-reflection and training that filled her days.
Tonight, she decided, sleep would be a sacrifice worth making. The act of making chocolates for Ichika, a gesture of care and affection, symbolized more than just Valentine's tradition; it was a step towards expressing her feelings, a momentary pause in her relentless quest for self-improvement to acknowledge the softer, more vulnerable aspects of her heart.
Scene skip
Valentine's Day has come at the school. Ichika didn't get any during class. Perhaps it had something to do with his older sister threatening the girls that despite the joyous day, it was still a school day, so they would have to give their crush chocolate later.
If any one of them broke those rules, there would be heavy consequences. She got a grateful nod from Ichika on that.
That gave Ichika an excellent time to train. There were some exercises that he could run on his own.
Despite that, there had been something that had been nagging at him.
After the day's training had ended, Ichika found himself at the center of an unexpected gathering. The IS girls, each harboring a mix of anticipation and nerves, approached him one by one.
He didn't miss his older sister, who nodded back to him. She expected him to take those chocolates, and she would ensure they would act civil.
The air was thick with the scent of chocolate and unspoken words, a palpable tension that seemed to hover around them and which was going over it.
First, Houki Shinonono stepped forward, her hands slightly trembling as she offered a beautifully wrapped box of dark chocolates. "Ichika, I... I made these thinking of what you might like," she said, her voice a blend of determination and vulnerability. "And I have been meaning to tell you this. I love you. I always have."
Ichika hid the surprise on his face. This could not be happening.
Lingyin Huang was next, presenting a playful assortment of chocolate-covered fruits with her usual spirited smile. Yet, her eyes betrayed a depth of feeling as she joked, "For every sweet and sour moment we've shared, Ichika." Her words, light-hearted on the surface, carried an undercurrent of earnest affection.
"And it's like Houki said. I love you as well."
Oh, great, this was happening.
Cecilia Alcott chose elegance, and her box of chocolates wasas refined as her demeanor. "Ichika, may these sweets convey my feelings... and the hope for your acknowledgment; I love you," she confessed, her pride momentarily set aside for the sake of her emotions.
He kept a nod at her.
Charlotte Dunois, with a gentle smile, handed over a selection of homemade chocolates, each piece a testament to the care she put into them. "I hope these bring you joy, Ichika. Just like the joy I feel when I'm with you. And I won't lie. I love you as well." she whispered, her confession wrapped in warmth and sincerity.
Was it so bad that he really wanted to disappear now?
Laura Bodewig's approach was as bold as her personality, offering a single, exquisite chocolate with a military salute. "Ichika, I admire your strength and wish to fight alongside you in all ways. And I declared you my wife before. I don't think I need to admit that I love you," she stated firmly, her confession an oath of loyalty and affection.
Ichika nodded to her.
Kanzashi Sarashiki, shy and hesitant, held out a small, intricately designed box. "These chocolates are like my feelings, complex and perhaps difficult to understand. But I hope you will try, Ichika," she murmured, her words an invitation to delve deeper into her heart.
Tatenashi Sarashiki, ever the confident leader, presented her chocolates with a flirtatious grin. "To the only one who's ever challenged me, Ichika. May you find my feelings as intriguing as these flavors," she teased, her boldness masking a genuine confession.
Lastly, Airis Luxembourg, the newest amongst them, offered her chocolates with a hopeful expression. "Ichika, I may not know you as well as the others, but I wish to convey my feelings through these sweets," she said, her confession a promise of potential beginnings.
Ichika, taken aback by the barrage of confessions and chocolates, managed a polite, if somewhat distant, "Thank you" before excusing himself.
"No, you don't go after him." Chifuyu barked the order, which even halted Airis. None of them would dare to goagainst him.
"You are going to let him make his choice. It's about time I stepped up."
Retreating to the solitude of his room, he opened each box to taste a piece of chocolate from each, a silent acknowledgment of their effort; he owned them that much. Or so he told himself.
Yet, he could not bring himself to finish them, setting the rest aside as if to delay confronting the total weight of their confessions.
"Looks like you were right after all, brother." Flopping down on his bed, he looked up to the ceiling, and his eyes bored to the top of it as ifhe wanted to do anything else.
"Now, what am I going to do?"
Looking over to his arm, he glared at Byakushiki's closed-up form.
"We are not normal, are we?" He asked aloud. There were so many that he could mean with that.
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Matsu's discovery had plunged her into a depth of intrigue and apprehension she hadn't anticipated. Her diligent scouring of data had always been a point of pride, but this time, it unearthed a revelation so profound that it left her reeling. The pregnancy might have heightened her emotional sensitivity, but the shock of her findings transcended mere hormonal fluctuations.
"Minato?!" Her yell caused the Ashikabi to barrel into the room.
As Minato rushed in, his concern was palpable, his questions tumbling out in a rapid stream, mirroring the panic that had gripped Matsu.
"Matsu, what's wrong? Are you unhurt? Did something happen? What is?"
Their eyes locked on the screen, displaying an image that would forever alter the course of their understanding. The picture of a fetus trapped in the artificial womb of a test tube was jarring enough. Yet, it was the project's name that sent a cold shiver down their spines.
"Project Mosaica," Minato read aloud, his voice a whisper of dread as the translation into Japanese dawned on him. "Orimura. That's Ichika," Matsu managed to say, her voice breaking under the weight of her tears.
The revelation that Ichika could be the focus of such a clandestine and potentially nefarious project was a blow that knocked the wind out of Minato. He slumped next to Matsu, overwhelmed by the implications. "Matsu, when did you find this?" he inquired, seeking to grasp the full scope of their discovery.
"Just now," Matsu replied, her mind racing with the possible consequences of their findings. "Ichika must have sensed something. And if I've uncovered this now, it means Tabane..." Her voice trailed off, the unspoken realization hanging heavily between them. Tabane, with her unparalleled genius and inscrutable motives, had always maintained a distance from Ichika. Now, it seemed, she might have reasons far more sinister than they had dared to imagine.
Without another word, Minato reached for his phone, knowing that the next steps they took could very well determine Ichika's safety and future. Dialing Miya Asama, he prepared to delve into a situation fraught with danger and uncertainty, propelled by the urgent need to protect Ichika from the shadows that loomed large over their lives.
Scene skip
In the midst of the chaos triggered by the blaring alarms, Matsu scrambled to address the concern and confusion that filled the room. The sudden intrusion of noise had brought the household to her doorstep, each member displaying a mix of irritation and concern.
Musubi, ever composed, sought clarity amidst the din, her traditional kimono contrasting sharply with the modern turmoil. "Matsu, what's wrong?"
Tsukiumi, theless patient, pleaded for respite from the assault on her ears, her pajamas a testament to the hour's inappropriateness for such disruptions. "Can thou turn off that damned noise?"
Kusano, the youngest, sought comfort in Tsukiumi's lap, both of them overwhelmed by the din. "Too loud, Matsu."
Kagari's frustration was palpable, her attire speaking of her readiness for rest. "Can I fry your computers?"
Kazehana, with her usual forthrightness, demanded immediate action. "Turn that noise off, Matsu. We are trying to get some sleep."
Uzume's comparison echoed it. "Jeez, it's like the end of the world happening."
The attention then shifted to Minato, whose pallor betrayed the gravity of what they had uncovered. Chiho, ever the mediator, voiced the concern that hung heavy in the air.
As Minato remained silent, the gravity of the situation dawned on him, andall eyes turned to the screen that had sparked the uproar. The information displayed there was a revelation so shocking that it momentarily unified the room in stunned silence. For once, Minato's usual restraint was forgotten, his reaction mirroring the severity of the discovery that threatened Ichika's safety and, possibly, his very existence.
This moment of shared astonishment underscored the urgency of the situation. It was clear that what Matsu had unearthed was not just a mere anomaly; it was a revelation that could alter the fabric of their lives and the safety of someone they all, in various capacities, cared about deeply. The need to act, and quickly, was palpable, setting the stage for a series of decisions that would require all their strengths, wisdom, and unity.
"How much crazy shit are we going to see in one evening?"
Scene skip
As Ichika grappled with the swirling thoughts and unresolved questions that more immediate concerns had pushed aside, he realized it was time to seek clarity from the one person who had always been a cornerstone in his life: Chifuyu. The weight of unanswered questions about his past conversation with Madoka in the United Kingdom, coupled with the looming presence of new life on the horizon, compelled him to confront what had long been avoided.
"I'll let you know that the girls are expecting an answer from you, and you better—" Chifuyu's warning was abruptly cut short as Ichika stepped forward with a determination that brooked no delay.
"Orimura. What is—" she started, only to be interrupted by Ichika's firm request for truth.
"I want answers, Chifuyu." But before a further exchange could unfold, a startling disturbance shattered the momentary calm. The door to their location was blasted open with such force that it twisted and contorted unnaturally, a testament to the power of the intruder. Ichika's heart sank as he heard a familiar giggle, one that heralded the arrival of an unforeseen and unwelcome complication.
Tabane Shinonono's playful entrance, accompanied by Madoka Orimura, filled the room with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. "Tabane, what are you doing here?! And what is she doing here?!" Ichika demanded, his frustration palpable, lamenting the absence of Miya's katana, which had always been a source of security for him.
"Oh, silly Ikkun. There's nowhere I can't get to," Tabane's words, laced with a playful menace, sent a chill down Ichika's spine. The ease with which she dismissed the boundaries others respected underscored the gravity of her intrusion. Ichika found himself caught between the need for answers and the immediate threat posed by Tabane's unpredictable nature and Madoka's silent, ominous presence.
As the room's atmosphere tensed further, Ichika braced himself, realizing that the truth he sought might come with revelations he wasn't prepared to face. The arrival of Tabane and Madoka signified a turning point, one that would inevitably force Ichika to confront not just the secrets of his past but the very essence of his identity.
"I was wondering when you'd figure it out. Or when that fucking piece of shit would figure it out. Alas, there is still proof that I am the smartest being in the world. After all, I am here to do you a favor. I'm here to tell you about the parents. The stuff that Chi-chan never did."
The sudden seismic disturbance threw everyone into a state of alarm, with the structure of the building itself seeming to protest in response. As the tremors ceased as abruptly as they had commenced, a piercing light filled the room, drawing the attention of all present. Tabane and Madoka's expressions shifted from confidence to horror as they witnessed the arrival of Miya and Takehito Asama. The entrance was nothing short of dramatic; the wall wasreduced to rubble by their forceful entry.
Takehito, positioning himself protectively in front of Miya, fixed a stern gaze upon his former student. "Just remember, Miya. You are not here for Ichika. Or for Chifuyu," he stated emphatically, his eyes briefly softening as he gently nudged Ichika aside, signifying the seriousness of their intervention.
His attention then turned towards Tabane and Madoka, his look one of pity rather than anger. "I'll tell you, ladies, now, you made a terrible choice. Tabane, what you've done today is quite foolish. Matsu found out the same truth about the Mosaica Project. It appeared that some things happen for a reason," he revealed, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, suggesting that the tables had turned in a way Tabane hadn't anticipated.
The atmosphere in the room grew tenser, charged with Miya's palpable rage. Takehito's words, "You ladies are the first foes to face a winged Miya Asama. Good luck, though," served as a chilling prelude to the confrontation that loomed. His tone, laced with a mix of challenge and warning, underscored the gravity of the threat they now faced.
As the energy emanated from Miya, it was clear that the ensuing battle would be unlike any other, a clash of wills, powers, and truths long hidden. The resolve in Miya and Takehito's stance was a testament to their readiness to protect what was dear to them, setting the stage for a confrontation that would undoubtedly leave its mark on all present.
Some stuff shouldn't be a surprise for some of you, my dear readers.
We were following some endings on it.
Saluut.