The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

"Let me explain."

Mayumi, who had just finished negotiating with the Nine Schools Competition officials, had already returned to the hospital room. She came to the bedside and told him how it had started.

Strictly speaking, nothing had happened to Mari Watanabe herself.

Rather, someone from Seventh High School had had an accident during the race, and it had involved Mari Watanabe.

Apparently, at a bend near the final sprint of the course, just as they were about to reach the finish line, the Seventh High School competitor suddenly lost speed.

Then, at the turn, the Seventh High School competitor abruptly accelerated, skimming over the water as if flying, with no choice but to crash straight into the fence.

—Assuming there was no one ahead.

Mari, who had just slowed down and was about to accelerate again, was right in the other competitor's path.

And at that moment, Mari Watanabe's reaction could only be described as masterful.

First, she canceled her forward acceleration and switched to horizontal rotational acceleration. Using the waves rebounding off the side wall of the waterway, she combined magic with her own physical skill to spin her board halfway around.

Then, with multiple calculation techniques, she used several spells in rapid succession, preparing to catch the out-of-control Seventh High School competitor rushing toward her.

Under normal circumstances, that should have been enough to prevent an accident.

Unfortunately, the Seventh High School competitor's impact speed was far too high.

Although Mari successfully caught her opponent, she was also sent flying. Just as they crossed the finish line, the two of them slammed into the guardrail at a speed of a hundred kilometers per hour.

Thanks to the protective formulas, both of them were successfully saved.

But likewise, both had suffered some injuries.

Mari Watanabe was relatively fine. Her arm and head had only suffered minor injuries, and a little treatment would take care of it.

But the competitor from Seventh High School was still unconscious even now.

The officials had classified the incident as an accident.

The problem was, Seventh High School had the nickname "Seventh High of the Sea," and in the surf racing event, they were rivals on equal footing with First High School.

How could they possibly make such a low-level mistake, using acceleration magic instead of deceleration?

And at such a high speed?

It was obvious that those mongrels were stabbing them in the back again!

And so, Yotsuba Mahiro reached a conclusion—

"Mari Watanabe, withdraw from the competition."

"Huh? Why?"

Mari froze, then hurriedly moved her arm and explained, "I'm fine. As long as I get a little treatment, I can still continue into the finals!"

"I know."

Mahiro reached out and pressed down on her arm. He applied just a little force, and Mari Watanabe instantly grimaced in pain.

"But as your CAD technician, I have to take responsibility for your future. So withdraw."

Seeing the unprecedentedly serious expression on his face, Mari could not help swallowing back the words already on the tip of her tongue.

"That's right, Mari. Listen to our junior Mahiro. We should withdraw. It's just one surf racing event. First High School can afford to lose," Mayumi also said.

She was starting to regret celebrating too early.

Fortunately.

Right now, First High School's points were far ahead. Even if they lost the surf racing event, it would not matter much.

Though if they won this match, the upcoming newcomers' tournament would become much easier.

"And besides, there's Kobayakawa. Getting a placement shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Th-that's right. I'll work hard enough for Mari Watanabe's share too!"

The girl named Kobayakawa had already clenched her fists and was psyching herself up, telling Mari that even if she withdrew, it would not have the slightest effect.

"Then... all right. I agree to withdraw. But I can at least take part in Mirage Bat over the last two days, can't I?"

"Well..."

Mayumi looked at Mahiro with some difficulty.

After all, only the technician could decide whether Mari could take part in the upcoming events.

"That's fine. But for the next few days, Mari, you must rest and recuperate properly. If you're in good condition on the day of the match, I can let you compete. I can even give you a brand-new set of magic for the Mirage Bat event while I'm at it."

"Really?!"

Hearing that answer, Mari's face instantly filled with joy. But afterward, she could not help grumbling softly, "Still, there's no need to be so serious about it. It's not like anything really happened..."

Although Mahiro heard her, he said nothing.

It was not that he was making a fuss over nothing.

It was because the prerequisite for using magic was that one had to believe in magic.

Many magicians, because of a single accident, had ended up unable to continue in any magic-related profession for the rest of their lives.

Just like that girl from Seventh High School—she was probably ruined for life.

But there was one more crucial point: by the day of the "Mirage Bat," No Head Dragon would have long since been dealt with by him.

Naturally, he would no longer need to worry about anyone stirring up trouble behind his back.

Release Thoughts

As the title says.

It really was fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already time for release.

To be honest, I originally prepared four openings: one original, one 2077 + Cyberpunk: Edgerunners + Doro, one Elden Ring, and then this infinite-flow multi-anime crossover.

This book could be said to be the last one I thought of, so I didn't really polish it all that carefully at the time.

Fortunately, I kept at it and sorted out my thoughts.

It could also count as fulfilling the original intention and wish I had when I first started writing.

While I'm at it, let me talk about the bounty situation.

The numbers at the time were—

Recommendation votes: 548

Monthly votes: 31

Tips: 400

Blades: 32

Now they are—

Recommendation votes: 2264

Monthly votes: 242

Tips: 6976

Blades: 103

And the bounty requirements were—

One extra chapter for every five hundred recommendation votes: 3.4 chapters

One extra chapter for every fifty monthly votes: 4.2 chapters

One extra chapter for every 1000 in tips: 6.5 chapters

One extra chapter for every ten blades: 7 chapters

In other words, I owe a total of 21 to 22 chapters.

Calculated at 2K words per chapter, that means I owe about 44K words.

Not bad. Not too much. I seem to have around 48K saved up.

Once it goes up tomorrow, maybe I'll post it all in one go?

Mm, that should be about it.

So, dear readers, please come support it tomorrow and subscribe lots.

That's all.

You'll Keep My Secret for Me, Right? (10K)

Night fell.

Yotsuba Mahiro was lying on the hotel's large bed, waiting for a phone call.

Because of the accident involving Senior Watanabe, and because he had to deal with No Head Dragon, the dinner he had arranged with Sayaka had fallen through.

So they changed it to breakfast instead.

Only...

"It's already this late, and the call still hasn't come... Forget it. I'll take a quick nap first."

Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock, Mahiro also began to feel a little sleepy, so he planned to doze off and rest for a bit.

But not long after he closed his eyes, the sound of the room door being unlocked came from inside the room.

Immediately after, the bed suddenly sank, and something heavy seemed to press down on him.

"I say, Ayako... Didn't we agree to contact each other by phone? How did that turn into a night raid?"

When he opened his eyes, what entered his view was that pair of wine-red eyes tinged with slight dissatisfaction.

The delicate girl who had looked like a doll during the day was now bracing both hands against his chest, sitting squarely on top of him, waves of warm softness pressing down.

"Mr. Mahiro, do you hate Ayako?"

Ayako didn't answer his question, instead replying to a question with a question, and even her form of address had changed.

"Not calling me big brother anymore?"

Mahiro felt a little nostalgic.

The last time he remembered being called that had been about ten years ago, when he first met Ayako.

Back then, Ayako had been a genuine little girl.

He had been stunned at first sight. She looked exactly like Maya!

From then on, Ayako Kuroba would come running to the Fourth Laboratory to see him whenever she had the chance. In a sense, he had watched her grow up.

Come to think of it, did this count as some alternative Genji Plan?

"Don't change the subject!"

Just as his thoughts were drifting back into the past, Ayako's resentful voice pulled him back to reality.

Seeing Ayako in front of him pouting in clear dissatisfaction, Mahiro could not help but smile.

"How could I? What reason would I have to hate adorable Ayako?"

"Then why did Mr. Mahiro turn down the marriage proposal Lady Maya suggested?"

At Ayako's question, Mahiro's hand, which had instinctively moved to stroke her drill curls, froze in place.

Sure enough, she had still asked about that.

"This humble girl really likes Mr. Mahiro, you know..."

Ayako said it reproachfully in that odd verbal tic of hers. Her wine-red eyes met his for a moment, and then she leaned against him with a little shyness.

For a girl of her age to say something like that in this way felt... somehow strange.

Not to mention that she had a face that looked seventy percent like Maya Yotsuba's.