The Infinite Dimensions of Mixed Anime, Starting with The Irregular at Magic High School Chapter 44

It felt almost as if that woman were acting spoiled with him.

It was a little hard to take.

"All right, let's talk about that another day. For now, we get the job done. You're still only a middle school girl. We'll discuss it when you become a high school girl!"

"Ugh, Mr. Mahiro always uses excuses like that to brush Ayako off..."

That said, in a sense, it counted as a promise.

An inexplicable look of eager anticipation shimmered in Ayako's fluttering eyes.

After Ayako's brief night raid, they set out.

Yotsuba Mahiro changed his clothes and headed straight for the hotel's underground parking lot.

In the parking lot, a long black Mercedes had been waiting for some time. Yotsuba Mahiro walked straight over and opened the door.

"Mahiro-nii!"

The moment the door opened, Fumiya inside greeted him enthusiastically.

Except the Fumiya at that moment was completely different from the frail young master look he had worn before. He had become even more... cute.

That was right. Cute.

Like Ayako, he had a pair of intoxicating wine-red eyes, and had even painted his lips a red that did not suit his age.

He wore a short black wig and a white headband, and had changed into a little black dress, tights, and black knee-high boots.

At a glance, he looked exactly like Maya Yotsuba with short hair!

"Mm, Fumiya, I'll be troubling you and Ayako this time."

Yotsuba Mahiro only glanced at him, nodded, and greeted him without much of a reaction.

He had long since gotten used to it.

Because they could not expose their identities during operations, and Fumiya's magical traits made him suited to being the main attacker, Ayako had dressed her cute younger brother up as a cute little crossdressing sister, under the beautiful name of—hiding his identity.

It was not the first time they had done it, either.

Although the first time, Fumiya had been extremely shy about being seen.

But as time passed and the number of times increased, even he himself had gotten used to it.

Sure enough.

When it came to crossdressing, there was only zero times and countless times.

However, after he got into the car, Fumiya saw Ayako following behind them and immediately said unhappily:

"Sister, you're so slow. We clearly agreed on ten minutes, but half an hour has already passed! If you're always like this, Lady Maya will scold you!"

"Oh? Fumiya, are you trying to lecture your sister? You're a hundred years too early for that."

Ayako, who had already gotten into the car, merely gave Fumiya a sidelong glance.

Fumiya's body immediately stiffened, and he shrank back timidly, with nothing more to say.

Sure enough, creatures known as elder sisters had a natural special attack and suppression effect against younger brothers.

And it was the same no matter what age they reached.

A short while later, the parked Mercedes slowly drove out of the hotel's underground parking lot.

However, what they did not notice was that in another corner of the parking lot, a business van was also parked there.

About ten minutes after they left, it likewise drove out of the hotel and headed in the same direction as them.

"The primary target of this operation is the Grand Hotel in Yokohama Chinatown. It is the hiding place of No Head Dragon's East Japan General Branch."

"Its members include—the general branch leader Douglas Huang, executive James Zhu, Gregory Liu..."

It was late at night.

The vehicle had already arrived in Yokohama's Chinatown, and after all deployments had been completed, they crouched on the rooftop of a building.

Beneath the quiet, bustling neon night, Yotsuba Mahiro sat on the edge of the roof with his legs dangling in the air.

As he listened to Fumiya's intelligence summary, he gazed at the brightly lit high-rise restaurant in the distance.

"By the way, Mahiro-nii, aren't you going to change clothes and disguise yourself?" Fumiya suddenly asked.

"Mm?"

Hearing Fumiya's words, he subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at himself.

The pure-white school uniform really did seem rather conspicuous at night.

"Then I'll change."

With a thought from Yotsuba Mahiro, psions enveloped him, and a layer of "shell" covered the outside of his body as his external information body began to reconstruct itself.

Though there was no major increase or decrease in his physique, his clothing, appearance, and even hair color all underwent a complete transformation.

His short, jet-black hair became long silver hair, drifting slowly in the night wind atop the roof.

His pair of red eyes seemed as though they could reflect the starry night.

Even the school uniform he wore had become a pure-black tailcoat.

His usual refined and easygoing air had vanished without a trace, replaced by a noble, wicked charm that added several degrees of allure.

He was still just as handsome, but at this moment, his handsomeness had a somewhat bewitching quality.

From a distance, he looked like a noble, silver-haired god of death.

Seeing Yotsuba Mahiro's transformation, the Kuroba siblings could not help exchanging a glance.

They saw astonishment in each other's eyes.

Big Brother Mahiro really was powerful. He could even use the Kudou Family's "Parade of Disguise (Parade)" with such exquisite skill, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

Perhaps only Maya's teacher, Kudo Retsu, could do that?

"All right. Same as usual. Let's begin."

"Yes!"

At the same time.

"Damn it, hell! Our inside man actually failed!!!"

It was still that luxurious private room, still those same few people, and on the table before them still sat several plates of exquisitely prepared dishes.

And this time, just like last time, still no one was enjoying them.

Obvious anger appeared on the faces of the people seated around the round table.

"Was it that high schooler named Yotsuba Mahiro again?"

"That's right! Who else could it be but that little brat?!"

James gnashed his teeth and slammed the table furiously, making the plates on it clatter.

"Fuck, so what if he's a magician from the Yotsuba? Does he not even understand something as simple as—'cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents'?!"

"If it really comes to it, we'll fight them to the death!" someone suggested. "So what if they're the Yotsuba? Genzo Yotsuba, the culprit behind the attack on Great Han back then, died long ago, and even that witch of the River of Lamentation was lying in her grave three years ago. The entire Yotsuba Family has only Maya Yotsuba left.

"Do they really think we're afraid of the Yotsuba?!"

"Oh? So you're not afraid, huh."

Just as these people were in the middle of their heated discussion, an unfamiliar young male voice suddenly cut into their conversation.

"Who's there?!"

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat from shock, but when they turned their heads, they found no other strangers there aside from a few bodyguards.

Had it been an illusion?

Just as that thought surfaced—

Suddenly.

A large hole opened in the southern wall.

It had not been smashed through, nor had it been slowly cut open, much less shattered. It had simply vanished.

As if it had been decomposed, the concrete wall turned into a cloud of dust and collapsed in an instant. Even the steel bars, steel plates, and wiring buried deep within the wall had all been cleanly decomposed.

Everyone present broke out in cold sweat from shock.

After all, this room had been reinforced to the point that even C4 could not blast it open. It could be called a fortress in the air!

But now...

"Who the hell is it?!"

"Stop shouting. Aren't I right here?"

That voice appeared again, along with its owner.

Everyone looked toward the sound, and their eyes immediately widened.

At some unknown point, a white-haired man had suddenly appeared, seated on the edge of the round table, tossing a black dagger in his hand with one leg crossed, looking relaxed and at ease.

Naturally, it was Yotsuba Mahiro after his disguise.

As for the method he had used to enter, it was Ayako's magic—"Pseudo-Teleportation."

It enveloped oneself or one's allies in a cocoon formed from air, neutralized inertia, and then used a vacuum passage to move over long distances in an instant.

The effect was exactly the same as teleportation.

Of course, with Ayako's magical power alone, there was no way she could teleport such a long distance.

But in his hands, it was a different story.

Anywhere within sight, he could move to.

"Yo, everyone. You took such good care of me during the Nine Schools Competition, so I came today especially to return the favor."

"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, the executives shouted in unison, ordering the bodyguards—the casting devices—guarding them to act at once.

"How pitiful."

Looking at the burly men in black who had surrounded him, Mahiro let out a regretful murmur.

So-called casting devices were the bodies left behind after people who had once been magicians were forcibly stripped of their self-awareness, turned into devices for casting magic. They were also the final fate of magicians developed as weapons.

That technology was especially prevalent in USNA, the country that valued human rights the most.

Looks like they're in bed with the USNA too...

As that thought crossed his mind, Mahiro slowly snapped his fingers.

With a crisp sound, those burly men were instantly decomposed into nothingness, returning to dust.

"...My Number Fourteen... Number Sixteen... Wh-what kind of monster is this guy!!!"

Seeing the casting devices he had paid a fortune to buy from the USNA destroyed without even a single hair left, one middle-aged man in a designer suit, his hands covered in jewels, clawed madly at his cheeks and let out an utterly undignified scream.

As an executive of No Head Dragon, when had he ever seen such a sight?

"You're so noisy. What the hell are you babbling about?"

Mahiro frowned, and the dagger in his hand swept sideways.