The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

"Senpai, nice to meet you~"

Sure enough, Sayaka ran into an ambush on the first floor.

Though rather than an ambush, it was more like Erika had been waiting for her for a long time.

She stepped out from the shadow of a pillar and casually tossed a wakizashi in front of Sayaka.

"If I remember correctly, you're Mibu Sayaka-senpai, the runner-up in the middle school girls' division of the national kendo tournament two years ago?"

"I'm Erika Chiba from Class 1-E."

"Would you do me the honor of having a match with me?"

Erika said so with a playful smile still hanging on her fair, handsome, model-like face.

"Then I'll leave it to you to take Mibu-senpai to the infirmary."

"Don't worry, she isn't very heavy."

As if it were only natural, Erika placed Sayaka into his arms.

By the time Mahiro came down the escalator, Mibu-senpai had already lost.

And it had been an instant one-hit defeat.

Although she had barely blocked Erika's secret technique, the baton had still cracked her bone, and she had passed out from the pain on the spot.

But from the faint yet pure smile on her face, it was clear that Senpai had found release and obtained what she had wanted.

A sense of recognition.

Recognition from the young lady of the Chiba Family. That was more effective than anything anyone else could offer.

It made her feel that she had value.

Holding Senpai in his arms and looking down at her peaceful sleeping face, Mahiro suddenly spoke for no reason.

"Speaking of which, Erika, your swordsmanship should be very strong, right?"

"That's right~"

With no trace of a proper young lady's poise, Erika stretched lazily in front of him and put away her baton as she said, "That woman Mari Watanabe is a disciple of my family. She's a 'Catalog,' and I'm an 'Inka,' but if I went all out, I should be around 'Menkyo'..."

"By the way, why are you asking?"

Erika looked at him suspiciously and said, "What, don't tell me you want to have a match with me?"

"Yeah."

Without the slightest hesitation or thought, Mahiro nodded very frankly.

He was very interested in the Chiba Family's "Menkyo."

"Oh~~~~"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Erika seemed to deliberately draw out her voice as she sized him up, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly in a smile.

"If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn't agree, but if it's you, Yotsuba, then it might not be impossible!"

It was not only Yotsuba Mahiro.

Erika was the same.

She was also very interested in the sword that had defeated Mibu Sayaka!

With the main attacking force at the library wiped out, the terrorists inside the school were gradually suppressed and brought under control.

Tsukasa, the captain of the Kendo Department and one of the masterminds, had also been arrested.

It was close to dusk.

The three heads of the student organizations were now gathered in the infirmary, listening to Sayaka's statement.

However, the room was unusually quiet at the moment.

Everyone's gaze was gathered on Public Morals Committee Chair Mari Watanabe.

There was no other reason.

It was only because Sayaka's statement had mentioned a very important incident from the past.

Once, Sayaka had greatly admired Watanabe-senpai's swordsmanship, so during the Kendo Club's recruitment demonstration match, she had wanted to ask Watanabe-senpai for guidance.

In the end, she had been coldly refused. Because of that, she had suffered a considerable blow, and that was why she had gone astray.

"That really is surprising. I never expected Watanabe-senpai to have done something like that."

"Indeed. And this woman doesn't even remember doing it. Well, that's how it goes. The person who causes the hurt doesn't understand how much pain the injured person feels. Things like that are very common."

Mari Watanabe looked utterly mortified, while Mahiro and Erika were still playing off each other.

"Okay, Mahiro, that's enough."

Mayumi had originally wanted to join in and tease her a little, but seeing her close friend in such a sorry state, she changed tack and tried to smooth things over.

"I believe Mari isn't that kind of person. There must be some misunderstanding."

"That's right, Mibu, there must be some misunderstanding!"

Watanabe desperately defended herself as well.

She still had some impression of what had happened.

That day had been right after she warned the Kendo Club not to mess around, and then Mibu Sayaka had come up to ask her for instruction in swordsmanship.

Although she had indeed refused at the time, it had not been a cold, mocking rejection.

What she had said was—

"I'm sorry, but with my level of skill, I can't serve as your opponent. I'd only be wasting your time. Don't look for me. You should find someone else worthy of your strength to practice with."

Because Mari Watanabe knew very well that while she might be stronger in magic, in pure swordsmanship, she was no match for Sayaka at all.

However, the moment those words came out, the infirmary fell silent once more.

Tears gradually filled her eyes.

Sayaka blinked. Even she did not notice as the tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto the pure white bedsheet, dark marks slowly spreading outward.

"So... I misunderstood..."

"I feel like such an idiot..."

"I got it into my head, misunderstood you, senpai... belittled myself..."

"Hatred born from a misunderstanding made me waste an entire year for nothing..."

Broken sobs gradually rose.

No one said a word. They only watched her in silence.

Two emotions, pity and anger, lingered in their hearts.

The pity was for Sayaka, who had taken the wrong path simply because of a misunderstanding.

And the anger was for the people who had used Sayaka.

But Mahiro sensed that something was wrong. As a magician who had inherited the blood of the Yotsuba Clan, his mastery of the mental realm was naturally profound.

With one glance, he could tell that Sayaka's memories had been altered.

And the other party's methods had been extremely crude, causing huge discrepancies in her memories.

"I don't think you wasted your time, senpai. At the very least, your sword is still as dazzling as ever."

The one who broke the silence was Mahiro.

He stepped forward and, out of habit, stroked Sayaka's long hair to comfort her.

"...Yotsuba-kun?" Sayaka lifted her head and met his eyes.

"That's right. Compared to the Kendo Komachi from back then, the current you is like a completely different person."

She had not let hatred make her stagnate, nor had she let despair make her sink into ruin. Instead, she had used that year to temper herself to an even higher level!

The one who could say such a thing was naturally Erika, who had just crossed blades with her.

However, Mari Watanabe looked at Erika in great surprise, as though she had seen something novel.

Others might not know, but that did not mean she did not.

This princess of the Chiba Family rarely took the initiative to praise people.

At least, she had never seen it when she was a disciple there!

"...Yotsuba-kun, Erika-chan... thank you."

Sayaka sat on the hospital bed and looked up at them. Though a smile had indeed appeared on her face, tears still kept falling from her glistening eyes.

In the end, Sayaka turned her gaze toward Mahiro again.

"Yotsuba-kun, could you grant me one request?"

"Please, go ahead."

"Could you... come a little closer?"

"Like this?"

"A little closer..."

"Okay."

Following Sayaka's instructions, he took another step forward and moved closer to the hospital bed. But in the next second, a soft, warm, fragrant body threw itself into his arms.

Her hands clutched his shirt tightly, her face buried in his chest, and his nose filled with a faint girlish fragrance mixed with the scent of shampoo.

Mibu-senpai's earlier whimpers gradually turned into loud sobs.

Sensing that intense sorrow, Mahiro reached out and silently wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders.

The others looked surprised.

But no one interrupted them.

Mahiro gently patted Mibu's back to comfort her, while his gaze and thoughts had already drifted far away.

There was only one thing left to do next—

Destroy Blanche, and hold one grand, frenzied feast of revenge!

"Hey, Mahiro, are you really going to do this?"

"Yeah. Since those bastards dared to run wild like this, I'm taking it to mean they're already prepared to be wiped out."

Mayumi asked in a trembling voice, while Mahiro's answer was even more decisive.

After all, this was something he had decided from the very beginning, and no one could stop him.

A little while later, an armed off-road vehicle drove in through the school gates and came to a steady stop in front of him, and a familiar face poked out from inside.

"Yo, long time no see, Mahiro-kun! Didn't think you'd really come out."

"Tanba? Where are Fumiya and Ayako? They didn't come?"

Seeing who it was, he looked into the vehicle in surprise and found the cabin empty, with only a little girl sitting in the passenger seat.

"They're both in class. Besides, it's just a job driving for you. No need to trouble the young master and young lady."

"True."

Mahiro nodded in agreement, then got into the vehicle.

"Mahiro, who are they...?" Mayumi asked from behind him.