The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Sayaka's displeased brows drew together slightly, and she said sternly, "Do you think you can beat me with sword technique alone? You, Kirihara, from the kenjutsu club that relies only on magic, think you can defeat me from the kendo club—someone who has focused on honing her swordsmanship to this day—using only sword technique?"

To Mibu Sayaka, it would not be an exaggeration to call that the greatest insult.

She had poured everything she had into kendo, and yet someone from the kenjutsu club actually wanted to beat her without relying on magic.

That was far too arrogant!

"Big words, Mibu," Kirihara sneered. "Then I'll show you."

"I'll show you the sword techniques I've refined in a dimension that surpasses the limits of physical ability!"

Those words marked the beginning of the match between the two clubs.

The instant his voice fell, Kirihara suddenly raised his wooden sword high and brought it down toward Sayaka, who was not wearing protective headgear.

Smack, smack!

The fierce clash of wooden sword against wooden sword rang out in sharp, explosive cracks!

Then screams rose up.

But the two people on the field devoted themselves wholly to the match, without the slightest distraction.

It was clearly only wooden swords striking each other, and yet the sound was almost like the roar of metal colliding.

Even without looking at the arena, one could imagine just how intense their exchange was.

Smack!

Mibu Sayaka took another strike from Kirihara.

But after this brief exchange, a strange feeling welled up in Sayaka's heart—

So weak.

Kirihara, the one sparring with her, was so weak!

Compared to that junior Yotsuba who had challenged her the other day, Kirihara was nowhere near him!

So.

I can win!

"Hah—"

As Sayaka suddenly erupted with soaring fighting spirit, their wooden swords crossed again, colliding fiercely.

Even Erika, up in the stands, widened her eyes slightly at that moment and sucked in a breath.

"She's amazing. Compared to the Mibu Sayaka I saw back then, she's like a completely different person! To think she improved this much in just two short years..."

Erika had started talking to herself again.

But this time, along with her inner surprise, she also radiated an eager fighting spirit.

She faintly regretted it.

Why hadn't she jumped down with Yotsuba Mahiro just now? Then she would have had an excuse to step onto the field and have a match with this kendo belle herself!

And at that moment, the match on the field had already been decided.

"Ugh!"

Kirihara, in pain, staggered back several steps on the spot.

His sword had only grazed Sayaka's left forearm.

Sayaka's wooden sword, however, had struck his right shoulder with precision.

"If these were real swords, that would have been a fatal wound, while your sword merely brushed my sleeve. At most, it would have injured the skin."

"Admit defeat honestly."

Sayaka declared her victory with gallant spirit.

At some point, a group of people had moved to the very front of the crowd, wearing training uniforms different from those of the kendo club—

The members of the kenjutsu club all wore expressions as if they had swallowed bitter medicine but could not speak of it.

Their kenjutsu club's Kirihara had actually lost to the traditional kendo club. Did that mean their Course 1 students were inferior to Course 2 students?!

And Sayaka's final words made Kirihara's expression twist even further.

In truth, what Sayaka said was correct, and even his instincts as a swordsman had already agreed.

But his heart could not accept it!

"Ha... hahahahaha!"

Kirihara suddenly burst into laughter, and immediately after, a wave of madness spread from him.

Feeling a powerful threat and alarm bells blaring in her heart, Sayaka set her stance once more, the tip of her sword pointing straight at Kirihara as her sharp gaze locked on him without moving.

"You said if they were real swords? But my body hasn't been cut!"

"Mibu, you want to fight for real?"

"In that case... I'll give you what you want and use a real sword against you!"

Kirihara suddenly released his right hand and placed it on the CAD beneath his left sleeve.

With a fierce glow of psions, a piercing noise like glass being scraped suddenly rang out, making the surrounding spectators cover their ears one after another.

Sayaka, who was closest, suffered an even stronger auditory disturbance!

Kirihara seized the chance, closing the distance in a single lunge, then raised his left hand and brought the wooden sword slashing down.

In the process, a layer of earth-yellow psion light coiled around the wooden sword.

It was vibration-type magic—High-Frequency Blade!

There was no time to dodge!

Sayaka could only twist her body as much as possible and force herself backward.

But as she watched the wooden sword draw closer and closer, it was clearly not enough!

At that critical instant, a figure suddenly burst into the duel between the two of them.

Seeing that familiar figure, Sayaka's eyes widened slightly.

"Yo-Yotsuba-kun?!"

"Nani?!"

Kirihara was also startled by the sudden figure, but the blade in his hand still did not stop and came straight down.

Whoosh!

Mahiro shoved Sayaka away with a backhanded push.

Immediately after, he turned sideways, and the wooden sword emitting a high-frequency shriek fell almost grazing the tips of his hair.

In the instant before Kirihara could react, he swept up his wooden sword and struck hard at the other boy's wrist.

Smack!

The wooden sword wrapped in psion light immediately flew high into the air.

Right after that, Mahiro kicked him squarely in the chest.

He sent Kirihara flying into the crowd on the spot; fortunately, the swordsmanship club members behind him caught him in time.

"I say, Kirihara-senpai, are you such a sore loser?"

Looking at the utterly defeated Kirihara Takeaki, Mahiro rested the wooden sword on his shoulder and said flatly, "As a grown man, a loss is a loss. It's not that big a deal."

"At worst, you just train harder."

"Now look at you. You lost and still had to make excuses. Not only did you use High-Frequency Blade to attack Mibu-senpai when she was holding a wooden sword, you did it as a sneak attack too. Don't you find that embarrassing?"

"I feel ashamed for you."

Yotsuba Mahiro's words made Kirihara Takeaki's face turn blue, then white, then red.

It was even more colorful than a traffic light.

But he could not refute it.

Because this underclassman was right. He really had been a sore loser, and he had gotten carried away.

However, Mahiro could not be bothered with him. After all, how to deal with improper use of a CAD was the Public Morals Committee's job, and had nothing to do with him.

His gaze swept through the crowd, and he happened to spot Shiba Tatsuya there, so he called out, "Hey, Tatsuya, perfect timing. Come out and help clean up the mess."

Shiba Tatsuya, who had been hidden in the crowd, stepped out.

He did not understand what Mahiro meant by "clean up the mess," but he still walked straight toward Kirihara Takeaki.

"Kirihara-senpai, due to your improper use of magic, please come with me now."

After informing Kirihara Takeaki, Tatsuya contacted the Public Morals Committee again.

"—This is the second small gymnasium. I have arrested one student. The student is injured, so as a precaution, please bring a stretcher."

As he spoke, Tatsuya's gaze would occasionally fall on Yotsuba Mahiro.

Just now, he had originally planned to intervene and stop it, but he had not expected Mahiro to be even faster!

And that strike.

Although he had not used magic, the blow to Kirihara's wrist had already caused a fracture.

Whether in technique, strength, or speed, he was in no way inferior to Mibu-senpai.

Was it the Replication Magic Eye again...

"Hey! What kind of joke are you playing, you brat?! You're just a reserve Weed!"

"That's right! Why is only Kirihara being arrested? Mibu from the kendo club is guilty too, isn't she?! Both sides in a fight have to take responsibility!"

"As I already explained, the reason for the arrest is improper use of magic."

Facing the questioning voices of the Fencing Department members, Tatsuya continued to explain in a polite and calm tone.

But in the end, an all-out brawl still broke out, as hard to avoid as it was.

That was only natural. After all, the Course 1 students looked down on the Course 2 students, so how could they possibly let Course 2 students decide whether they had broken the rules?

However, Mahiro did not make another move. Instead, he turned around and asked with concern, "Senior Mibu, are you all right?"

"I'm fine... Yotsuba-kun, thank you for saving me."

Sayaka said it a little awkwardly, but when she looked up at the chaotic fight on the field, she could not help asking worriedly, "Yotsuba-kun, shouldn't we go help?"

"No need."

Mahiro shook his head. "Those losers are no match for Tatsuya."

And that was exactly how it was. The entire Kenjutsu Club was completely crushed and suppressed by Tatsuya in hand-to-hand combat, and even when they tried to use magic, their attempts were shattered in advance.

"Well, well, Yotsuba, that whole hero-saves-the-beauty act was quite the show."

At some point, Erika, with her short fiery-red hair, had come down from the second floor to stand before him. She reached out and patted his shoulder, as if offering comfort and encouragement.

But Mahiro teased her instead.

"What, Erika? Are you jealous?"

"—That is the full sequence of events in which the Kenjutsu Club intruded upon the Kendo Club's recruitment demonstration match."

It was nearly time for school to end.

At the Club Management Group headquarters, Shiba Tatsuya reported the incident he had witnessed.