The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Over those days, they had also come with Mahiro to visit Sayaka, so after a few visits, they had long since gotten to know one another.

It could be said that, out of their little group, only Leo was absent.

He looked the most like the sort who might skip school, yet in the end he had become the well-behaved one back at school.

Aside from that, there was also a duo he had not expected.

"Mayumi-senpai... and Watanabe-senpai, why are you two here too? Will things be all right at school?"

Mahiro turned his head and asked, looking at the two upperclassmen in their school uniforms.

His question immediately drew Sayaka's attention as well. When she saw Mari Watanabe, her slightly widened eyes filled with surprise.

"It's fine. Mayumi and I came out through the proper leave procedures, and there's no need to worry about the school's operation at all."

Watanabe-senpai closed one eye in a wink as she replied.

Though her tone was extremely calm and candid, something about it felt a little off.

She called it taking leave, but in the end, it was just stamping approval for herself. After all, student leave matters were also managed by the three major organizations within the school, which could be considered giving student autonomy full rein.

"That's right. Katsuto-kun is still at school overseeing the overall situation, and the Student Council and Public Morals Committee have Azusa and Chiyoda keeping things running, so there's no problem."

Mayumi also blinked and said playfully, "After all, Mari and I are already third-years. We'll have to hand things over sooner or later, so we might as well use this chance to train them."

Mm. To speak of skipping school in such a fresh and refined way—besides the Mayumi-senpai standing before him, there probably wasn't a second person who could pull it off.

However, after saying this, Mayumi turned to look at Sayaka, walked forward with graceful warmth, and handed over the bouquet in her hands.

"On behalf of the Student Council, congratulations on being discharged, Mibu-san!"

"Ah, that's so sneaky!"

Seeing her close friend steal a march on her, Mari also stepped forward and said, "The Public Morals Committee feels the same. Congratulations on your discharge, Mibu."

"Th-thank you... Saegusa-senpai... and Watanabe-senpai."

Beyond her surprise, Sayaka was also deeply moved.

Although quite a few clashes had happened before, and many unpleasant memories had been created, the true culprit had already been arrested and paid the price he deserved.

At this moment, they turned hostility into peace.

Since Mibu Sayaka had been deceived, and even had her memories altered, they did not need to keep brooding over it.

At the very least, for Yotsuba Mahiro's sake.

"Could you come with me for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Just as he was silently watching the others talk and laugh, a very sturdy-looking middle-aged man came over and spoke to him.

Seeing this man, he was not surprised at all, and even nodded. "All right."

Following behind the man, they arrived at a place a little farther from the crowd.

But when the man turned back, he bowed deeply to him.

"Mahiro-kun, thank you again. It's thanks to your company these past few days that my daughter was able to pick herself back up."

"Uncle Mibu, I've already said that it wasn't much, and it isn't worth such thanks from you. Besides, before this, I also said some very harsh things to Mibu-senpai. I just hope she doesn't hold a grudge against me."

Facing this man, he showed an awkward wry smile for the first time.

Mibu Yuzo, Mibu Sayaka's father, was a section chief in the Foreigners Affairs Department of Japan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and had some connection to Kazama Harunobu, commander of the Independent Magic-Equipped Battalion that Shiba Tatsuya belonged to.

Moreover, with such a sturdy body and proper posture, Sayaka's swordsmanship had surely been inherited from this father of hers.

"No."

Mibu Yuzo shook his head, refuting what he had said. "If we're putting it that way, I never even managed to scold her."

"I knew my daughter was troubled because her magic had not improved for so long, but I did not see it as a very important problem. From my experience as someone who had been through it, I believed that magic skill evaluations and real combat ability were two different things. That notion bound me, and because of it, I did not understand just how much she was suffering."

"Not only that, I used being busy as an excuse and did not speak to her when she began associating with suspicious people. I truly am an unfit father..."

He had no idea how many times he had heard conversations like this already.

That said, he had to admit that Mibu Yuzo's thinking was not actually wrong.

Magic skill evaluations and real combat ability were indeed two different things.

Perhaps because things had gradually become more stable and peaceful in recent years, the magicians trained by the various high schools no longer continued to emphasize real combat, instead leaning toward magic response speed and other practical values.

Just like the three major goals Shiba Tatsuya pursued—

a controlled nuclear fusion stellar furnace, general-purpose flight magic, and a suspicious perpetual-motion mechanism based on the infinite amplification of inertia.

Together, they were known as the three great problems of weight-type magic.

In essence, they had not the slightest connection to war, yet they were absolutely epoch-making research.

"Mahiro-kun, no matter how you put it, I still hope you'll let me thank you."

"That Sayaka could meet you—I believe it was heaven's arrangement, and I don't think I could ever thank you enough."

"If possible, I sincerely hope that a man like you can continue to be Sayaka's pillar from now on."

"Please."

As a father, Mibu Yuzo lowered his head once more.

This time, although Mahiro did not say anything aloud, the look he gave Mibu Yuzo gradually turned strange.

Why did this feel like White Emperor City entrusting an orphan to someone?

And becoming the pillar in Senior Mibu's heart, or whatever.

Yotsuba Mahiro was not some pretentious, coy person, nor would he deliberately pretend he did not understand. At his core, he was very willing to face the desires in his heart.

So he was still very willing, and very much wanted, to agree to this.

The problem was—

The Yotsuba Family behind him was a headache.

Especially since his mother's attitude was still unclear at the moment, and he had no idea what her goal was...

However, Mibu Yuzo did not give him a chance to think it over and respond. He simply ended the conversation on his own and returned to his wife, who was waiting by the counter.

"Mahiro-kun, did my father... say something to you?"

When he returned to the little group, Sayaka immediately came over to speak with him.

Her pretty face was terribly red, and she seemed to be treating him like timely rain—or a lifesaving straw.

One look was enough to know this was Erika's handiwork.

Sayaka had been unable to withstand Erika's teasing, so she had found an excuse to run over to him.

However, when she saw that his expression seemed to carry a trace of distress, a great deal of concern seeped into Sayaka's voice.

"Nothing much. Uncle Mibu is a very good person. He only said a few trivial things. You don't need to worry, senpai."

It really was only a trivial matter. At most, it was just about the Yotsuba Family's attitude.

If they did not agree, then worst came to worst, he would just blow things up with the main family!

What was the big deal?

"Is... is that so..."

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to talk, Sayaka did not continue asking.

But for some reason, she seemed to be calming herself down as she took deep breaths.

The next second.

She suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the side.

"Mahiro-kun, come with me for a moment. There's something I want to... say to you."

Her grip was so strong it allowed no one to refuse, and even her voice trembled slightly with tension.

"Erika-chan, what is Senior Mibu pulling Yotsuba-kun away to do?"

Mizuki noticed the two of them walking deeper into the hospital and could not help asking.

But precisely because of that question, the originally lively conversation instantly stopped, and everyone turned to look at the two figures gradually receding into the distance.

"Looks like she finally made up her mind."

Seeing this, the corners of Erika's lips curved into a subtle smile.

"Erika-chan, what are you muttering about?"

"Oh, Mizuki, children shouldn't pry into adult matters."

Mizuki Shibata: ???

The girl with glasses could not help slowly typing out a few question marks.

Meanwhile.

Mahiro let Sayaka pull him along, weaving through the hospital corridors, until they finally arrived at a quiet corner with no one around.

But at this moment, Sayaka faintly felt her face burning. Her gaze drifted uncertainly, as if the surroundings were too quiet; she could almost clearly hear the fierce pounding of her heart inside her chest!

Because of her nervousness, damp sweat seeped faintly from her palm.

"Um... um, Mahiro-kun."

After what seemed like a long battle within herself, Sayaka finally mustered her courage and called out softly.

"What is it, Senior Mibu? And senpai, why did you bring me here? What exactly did you want to say?"

That was what he had originally intended to ask.

But before he could say it, the moment he lifted his head, a soft, sweet fragrance suddenly touched his lips.

The beautiful kendo girl stood on tiptoe and gave him her inexperienced first kiss, right here!

The electrifying sensation swept through her entire body like the current of a defibrillator, making Sayaka's little heart pound wildly.

As for Mahiro, through their intertwined warm breaths, he clearly sensed the girl's enchanting fragrance.

Before he knew it, Sayaka had reached out and wrapped her arms around Mahiro's neck.

She seemed to have no intention of letting go of his lips at all.

Even through the thin layer of clothing, he could feel the intense heat of her body.

The feeling of a first kiss was beautiful, and Sayaka had already lost herself in it. She was like a stove that had just been lit, her body temperature gradually climbing.

"Hah..."

After who knew how long, only when Sayaka was starting to run a little short of breath did she reluctantly let him go a bit.

The girl opened her eyes. In them shimmered a misty, bewitching allure tinged with moisture; her long lashes trembled, and an enticing flush showed through her fair, delicate skin.

But her evasive gaze did not dare meet Mahiro's.

The problem was, the arms around his neck still refused to let go. Instead, she lowered herself from her tiptoes and gently rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Say, Mibu-senpai? This is pretty tiring for me. How about you let go first, and we can take our time talking?"

To ease the somewhat awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, Mahiro half-joked.

This upperclassman's feelings had already been conveyed perfectly.

Or rather, if he still couldn't feel them after all that, then he, Yotsuba Mahiro, might as well wipe his save and restart on the spot.

"Hey... Mahiro-kun, do you think I'm a bad woman?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Mahiro-kun, I like you!"

Sayaka did not answer his question directly. Instead, she threw him a straight ball.

It caught him off guard.

As for exactly when she had fallen for him, even she herself could not say.