The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Miyuki, dressed in her Sprite Dance costume, wove back and forth beneath the pitch-black night sky.

Mahiro and Tatsuya sat on the cold floor of Kyuuchou Temple, looking up at Miyuki as she practiced.

Faced with his question, Tatsuya nodded. "Yes. That's right. This is one of the events Miyuki entered."

In the Nine Schools Competition, each school could enter up to three people in each event, and each contestant was allowed to participate in a maximum of two events.

Miyuki had entered "Mirage Bat" and "Monolith Code."

Both suited her very well.

"Don't you need to practice? If you do, I can ask the teacher to arrange something for you."

In an extremely rare move, Tatsuya actually started a conversation with him on his own, but Mahiro waved a hand.

"No, no. There's no need."

There really was no need.

Because his selection as a Nine Schools Competition contestant had been forced on him entirely.

That hulking giant Katsuto Jumonji had used the name of the Ten Master Clans to make him stand out in the Nine Schools Competition, even arranging the two most suitable events for him—

"Speed Shooting" and "Monolith Code."

The magic used in the other events all had requirements, and destructive power was not allowed to exceed A-rank. Only these two events had no such restriction.

So rather than dealing with the hassle of practice, it was better to take a look at his new CAD.

Mahiro pulled over a sealed carrying case and opened the lid right in front of Tatsuya.

Three items were neatly embedded in the black foam—

A black handgun, an equally black dagger, and a silver ring.

When Tatsuya saw that ring, his brow furrowed slightly.

A Relic...?

So-called Relics were processed items created with a level of technology beyond the current era, so advanced that even modern science found them difficult to reproduce. That was why they had been given such an exaggerated name.

And Tatsuya remembered this ring-shaped Relic before his eyes.

There were no records of it in any documents, and it had no name.

He only remembered that it had been sealed deep within the Yotsuba main house, and that his aunt had ordered that no one, no matter who they were, was allowed to touch or approach it.

But now, it had been packaged together with the newly manufactured CAD and delivered to Mahiro.

Tatsuya did not quite understand what that meant.

Mahiro, however, did not notice anything unusual about Tatsuya. He picked up the handgun and pointed it around a few times, testing how it felt.

"Mm, not bad at all! The weight and length are just right, and the grip is comfortable too. But the most important thing is that it can actually equip an aiming assistance system on a general-use device, and even its speed and accuracy aren't the slightest bit inferior to a specialized model. It's perfect!

"...Hey, Tatsuya, this is your work, right?"

"No, not entirely," Tatsuya said. "The overall design was completed by Chief Ushiyama and named 'Night Demon,' but since my aunt was pressing for it urgently, it was sent to me for a little additional processing.

"I didn't expect it to reach you so soon, though."

"Ah, it was delivered just today."

Mahiro fondled the two devices as if he could not bear to put them down.

He had to admit that a work jointly completed by Taurus Silver—Chief Ushiyama of Yotsuba Technology and Shiba Tatsuya—was impeccable in both quality and appearance.

And the name Night Demon was not bad either, was it?

At the very least, it was better than that pair of meaninglessly named Silver Horns Tatsuya used, right?

But immediately after that, he added, "Oh, right. This case was delivered early this morning by Yuuka-nee."

Hearing the name Yuuka, Tatsuya was slightly stunned, and the image of a lady with short black hair surfaced in his mind.

Yuuka, full name Tsukuba Yuuka, was the eldest daughter of the Tsukuba Family, a branch family of the Yotsuba Family. Like Miyuki, she was one of the candidates to inherit the Yotsuba Family, and she was well versed in mental interference magic.

If it was only to deliver a CAD, it should not have been necessary to send her, right?

It was not only Tatsuya; even Mahiro had been startled at the time.

When he opened the door, he saw that older girl with short black hair, smiling gently as she greeted him.

However, what Yuuka-nee delivered was not only the CAD, but also a watcher sent by the Yotsuba main house—

A young girl.

She was a lovely, beautiful girl with reddish-purple short hair that fell past her ears, and thin braids at her temples hanging down to her shoulders. Her expression was just a little too calm.

But that did not detract from her outstanding looks in the slightest.

"Why... is it you, Sakurai Minami?"

Mahiro had not the slightest desire to admire a beautiful girl. The corners of his eyes were even twitching nonstop.

She looked like her.

She looked far too much like her.

She looked far too much like Sakurai Honami, who had died in Okinawa several years ago—practically carved from the same mold!

She was also one of the Fourth Laboratory's masterpieces.

A second-generation body from the adjusted magician "Sakura" series, and Sakurai Honami's niece.

If the Shiba siblings saw her, they would definitely be startled...

No, Tatsuya probably did not have emotions like that.

Miyuki, on the other hand, would definitely get the shock of her life.

When his gaze met those amber eyes, the girl grew somewhat nervous.

Especially under his stare, she even seemed a little flustered, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

First they inexplicably told him to go to school, then inexplicably had him become neighbors with Miyuki, and now they had inexplicably sent a beautiful girl to monitor him...

Maya Yotsuba, what exactly are you trying to do?

Mahiro sighed, gave up thinking about it, and called Maya Yotsuba directly.

But the answer he got from that old woman's mouth was even more ridiculous.

First, she said:

"Oh my, being neighbors with Miyuki and going to school together every day, and even getting to live with a beautiful girl—are you not happy?"

Then she added:

"Although you are an adjusted magician from the Fourth Laboratory, you are also my child. Giving birth to a high-quality heir for the Yotsuba Family is likewise your duty."

"As for Sakurai Minami, she is merely a monitor in name. As a base genetic sequence, she is quite excellent, you know."

"She was originally raised as Miyuki's guardian, and her latent ability can almost rival the twins of the Saegusa Family."

"If you refuse to accept her, I imagine Miyuki and Tatsuya certainly will not reject her."

This old woman...

Who's supposed to understand any of this.jpg

Oh, so she wanted to use my DNA to carry on the family line and continue the Yotsuba Family bloodline, to the point that she'd even shove the meat right up to my mouth.

He had to admit, this cheap mother of his really knew how to play.

"Brother? And Mahiro, what are you two talking about?"

Miyuki descended lightly from the sky, her fluttering skirt drawing the eye just a little.

That secluded valley beneath the dusk was more than enough to stir humanity's most primal urge to explore.

Mahiro glanced slightly to the side and said, "Nothing. We were just talking a little about CADs."

"Yes. Mahiro only got his CAD today, so he still needs to familiarize himself with it."

"Is that so?"

Miyuki leaned forward slightly and curiously examined the contents of the case, then could not help saying in surprise, "So this is the CAD that Aunt specially had the company make for you, Mahiro?"

Just like Tatsuya.

When she noticed the relic ring in the case, she was equally astonished.

No one knew exactly what function that relic possessed.

But compared to Tatsuya, there was also a trace of gloom in Miyuki's eyes.

Based on her understanding of her aunt's character, she had surely treated Mahiro as a test subject again.

Even after leaving the Fourth Laboratory and leaving the main house, was he still unable to escape Aunt's clutches...

Mahiro also noticed the look in Miyuki's eyes, so under her stunned gaze, he put the silver ring on his finger.

"Mahiro, you..."

"It's fine. More importantly, Miyuki, that outfit really suits you. You look beautiful!"

After putting on the ring, Mahiro gave her a thumbs-up in praise.

It was a miniskirt made from layer upon layer of colorful, flowing silk gauze, paired with thin leggings that fully showed off her straight legs, and narrow, short boots of glossy leather.

The waist-cinching outer garment, open at the back, was made of glossy fabric so thin it seemed to have no thickness at all. Its curves were not sewn in; the cloth itself had been shaped that way, its precise three-dimensional form perfectly wrapping the twin peaks of her chest.

Beneath the outer garment was a puff-sleeved top of the same design as the leggings, fitting her arms completely.

Holding her long, beautiful hair in place was a wide headband with feather decorations, resembling earmuffs.

This outfit, designed with both air resistance and chest protection in mind while still being dazzling, was the costume for Mirage Bat—the highlight of the athletic magic competitions also used in the Nine Schools Competition—otherwise known as Sprite Dance.

Thinking back to just now, to the sight of Miyuki wearing this outfit and plucking stars from the night sky...

He had to say, she really did possess a touch of a sprite's beauty.

"R-Really? Thank you for the compliment, Mahiro."

Miyuki's fair, beautiful face instantly reddened, and she took a few steps back in embarrassment.

Mahiro praised me.

So embarrassing...

"Mm-hmm, it really is quite nice~"

Just then, a suggestive voice suddenly sounded from behind Miyuki.

Miyuki cried out in fright and spun around, only to see that Yakumo Kokonoe, who had just been helping her practice moments ago, had appeared behind her at some unknown point.

He was even muttering incomprehensibly under his breath.

"Mmm~ How wonderful. Actually, I wanted to say this right when we first started practicing."

"Compared to your school uniform, not only does it have a bit less of that youthful innocence, the pure aura it gives off brings out all of that impossible-to-hide charm to the fullest."

"You're practically a fresh flower in full bloom, a tender green sprout just beginning to bud! That's right... moe! This is moe! Mm!"

As Yakumo's excitement kept climbing and he slowly closed in on Miyuki, who was repeatedly backing away, he suddenly spun around, lowered his center of gravity, and raised his left hand above his head.

With a heavy smack, his arm blocked a chop.

But immediately after, with a dull thud, Yakumo Kokonoe was sent flying.

The chop he had blocked had come from Tatsuya.

But the punch to his chest had been thrown by Mahiro.

The monk smashed into the wall like a framed painting, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough. That punch was much stronger than Tatsuya-kun's, and I didn't expect you'd gotten so good at erasing your presence, either."

Faced with Yakumo Kokonoe's praise, Mahiro didn't feel the slightest bit happy. Instead, his expression gradually darkened.