The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

If Yotsuba Mahiro tried to resist, she would activate a sequence without hesitation and suppress the scene.

But Mahiro's answer was completely unexpected.

"Oh, in that case, I can't go with you, because I didn't use magic at all. So it doesn't count as a violation."

"What?!"

Mari Watanabe's brows drew together in displeasure. "You beat someone up like that, and you're saying you didn't use magic?!"

Because of Mayumi's praise, she had originally had a favorable impression of Yotsuba Mahiro.

But now...

If he was that kind of person, then she would have to reconsider whether to recruit him into the Public Morals Committee.

"Of course." Yotsuba Mahiro clapped his hands and said casually, "That was pure hand-to-hand combat. All the students around us can testify to that."

"And Mayumi-senpai should be able to prove it too. She only handed the CAD over to me this morning, and I haven't even had time to tune it yet. How could I possibly release magic?"

Hearing him drag her into it, Mayumi could not help giving a wry smile, but she still stepped forward and explained:

"That's right, Mari. Mahiro only just got his CAD this morning. We were originally planning to tune it after school, and Azusa-chan has been waiting in the student council room for ages because of that."

After saying that, Mayumi even looked at Mahiro, a smile on her face as if hinting, "You owe me one."

"Is that really true?"

Hearing her close friend step in to smooth things over, Mari frowned slightly, then glanced again at the victim and the assailant before asking:

"Then what if it was casting without a CAD?"

That was right. A CAD was only an aid for a magician's casting, just like a wand.

But without that aid, some highly skilled magicians could still read activation sequences through their brains and cast without a wand.

"That's even more impossible, idiot. The Morisaki Family is famous for speed-casting magic."

The one who spoke was Erika. Although Mari Watanabe was her upperclassman, she showed not the slightest politeness, and there was a faint trace of sarcasm and hostility in her voice.

This time, Mari could no longer come up with any rebuttal.

After all, beating the Morisaki Family, famed for speed-casting magic, with CAD-less casting was clearly unrealistic.

That brought the matter to a hasty close. No one was punished, and Morisaki Shun was carried off to the infirmary with everyone's help.

As for Yotsuba Mahiro, he was still taken to the student council room.

But not for punishment. It was to tune his CAD.

"Mahiro, let me introduce you. This is the chair of the Public Morals Committee, Mari Watanabe."

Inside the student council room, Mayumi enthusiastically introduced him to the only two other people left in the room.

"Hello, Watanabe-senpai. I'm Yotsuba Mahiro from Class 1-A. I'm sorry for causing you trouble earlier."

"Mm, I know you. Mayumi has told me a lot about you. But don't misunderstand. I wasn't targeting you just now. I was only handling official business. Don't take it to heart."

Seeing that the two of them seemed to have made up, Mayumi went over to a petite girl, patted her on the head, and introduced her with a wicked grin:

"Next is our student council secretary, Nakajo Azusa, commonly known as Azusa-chan."

She was a girl even more petite than Mayumi-senpai, and with that baby face, she looked exactly like an elementary school student.

"President... please, I'm begging you, don't call me 'Azusa-chan' in front of an underclassman. I have my position as an upperclassman too!"

Even her voice was soft and sweet, and her two little hands waved up and down in protest.

Although perhaps she had not deliberately created the effect herself, her slightly upturned, moist eyes made her look as if she were sulking so badly she was about to cry.

She was so cute that one punch would definitely make her cry for a long time.

Rather than an upperclassman, she seemed far more suited to being called a mascot. Just standing there gave people the urge to bully her.

But Mahiro was not so wicked as to bully an elementary school student, so he greeted her quite politely:

"It's nice to meet you, Nakajo-senpai. I look forward to your guidance from now on."

"Ah, hello, Yotsuba-kun!"

Nakajo Azusa seemed as if this was the first time she had ever been treated so respectfully by an underclassman, and her delicate little face was filled with satisfaction and happiness.

She really was easy to read.

As expected, she was a mascot.

"Then, no time like the present. Azusa-chan, please help Mahiro adjust his CAD."

"O-okay, President. Leave it to me."

While the two upperclassmen were deciding things on their own, Mahiro spoke up and refused. "No, that's all right. Let me do it myself."

"Huh?"

Mayumi was clearly taken aback by his words and could not help asking, "Mahiro, you know how to tune a CAD?"

"Ah, I learned a little from my landlord, more or less. I just need to borrow the equipment."

After all, it was not as if, like Shiba Tatsuya, he had a private little workshop at home.

In truth, tuning a CAD was a very simple process: organizing the magic activation sequences stored inside the CAD and sorting them according to the user's personal habits and preferences.

For example, the general-purpose model Mayumi had given him could normally store ninety-nine activation sequences.

Once those were organized, the useless spells were deleted, and then the user's precise parameters were entered and overwritten.

All of this had long since become second nature to him.

But the technique he displayed left the three upperclassmen dumbfounded.

"Ah..."

Inside the workshop, when Nakajo Azusa saw the screen Mahiro was operating, she immediately let out a dazed sound that was rather unbecoming of a young lady.

After Mayumi and Mari saw it, they also clapped their hands tightly over their mouths, barely managing to hold back any sound.

Mari was not good with this kind of technical work, so she did not know what he was doing; she simply felt that it was impressive despite not understanding it.

As the young lady of the Saegusa Family, Mayumi had naturally studied how to calibrate a CAD systematically, and she usually performed her own calibration as well.

But this method before her was also the first she had ever seen.

He had pulled out all of the source code and was recompiling it.

And what was displayed on the screen was not the expected chart of measurement results, but countless strings of characters scrolling by at high speed.

She could only barely catch scattered numbers, and her eyes could not even keep up with the speed of the scrolling strings.

Even though Mayumi did not understand the meaning of that source code, she could still grasp just how superb the technique this junior Mahiro was showing truly was.

As for Azusa, she was staring fixedly at the screen, afraid that if she blinked, she would miss some detail.

The three people present could not help thinking the same thing at once—

So he was actually this amazing?

Erika's Day of Disaster

Several days later, club recruitment week began.

Quite a few things had happened during this period.

For example, Shiba Tatsuya, representing the Course 2 Students, was appointed to the Public Morals Committee in place of Morisaki Shun, a Course 1 Student who had violated the rules by using a CAD.

After that, the Student Council and the Public Morals Committee became overwhelmingly busy because of this club recruitment week.

Mahiro had not accepted an appointment to the Public Morals Committee, so Erika had asked him out, intending to take a look at the club recruitment events.

However, although he had arranged to meet Erika, when he arrived in front of Class E's classroom, he did not see her anywhere.

"Did she leave first?"

Muttering to himself, Mahiro opened the positioning function on his mobile terminal device.

On the school grounds' floor map, he could clearly see a red dot slowly moving.

It seemed she still had her terminal device on, and she was not too far away. Judging by the direction, she should be heading toward the club recruitment stalls.

The athletic field was filled with tents. Looking out from the window, even the paths between the school buildings were packed, making it look just like the open-air stalls on the day of a festival.

"They really made this lively..." Erika murmured softly to herself out of habit.

Then, realizing what she looked like right now, she almost burst out laughing on impulse.

She had always talked to herself fairly often.

It was just that after the entrance ceremony, this habit had appeared much less frequently.

In truth, during middle school, and even earlier during elementary school, she had been a girl who was often alone.

It was not because she disliked crowds. If anything, she was good at dealing with people.

With her passionate personality and pretty looks, she ended up being able to quickly get along with anyone.

On the other hand, once a relationship formed, she would immediately grow distant. That was because she could not be with others from morning to night, nor could she always act as part of a group.

Analyzing the situation herself, she concluded that it was because she was not particularly attached to interpersonal relationships.

Friends she had been relatively close with had once called her an enlightened person, and also said she was like a carefree cat. Friends who had fallen out with her had once described her as someone too aloof to approach.

Although boys who came to pester her appeared one after another, none of them were able to keep at it.

Perhaps she had inherited her mother's style.

Free, willful, and unfettered—this had been her guiding principle ever since she was young.

"Even if it is my guiding principle, maybe I've been a little strange lately."

Objectively speaking, Erika felt that lately, she seemed to have been showing up around one particular boy a bit too often.

She had even taken the initiative to invite him to browse the clubs together. In the past, that was an idea that would never have occurred to her.

Fortunately, she had decisively stood him up.

She had thought that, since not even a week had passed, perhaps she would get bored just as quickly as usual.

But at the same time, she was also thinking that this time might perhaps be different from before...

When Mahiro arrived at the club recruitment area, he looked at the bustling stalls ahead and couldn't help showing a troubled expression.

To be honest, he wasn't used to it. He even hated noisy, crowded environments like this.

Once there were too many people, the constant chattering never stopped, and it was irritating.

Especially when all sorts of smells were mixed together too.

If possible, he still hoped to be a quiet, handsome guy.

However, he was quickly drawn to a wall of people that had formed on one part of the sports field.

A group of girls had gathered together as if fighting over something, while several people outside held flyers and loudly promoted their own clubs.

Those girls grabbed someone's shoulders, slender arms, and even wrapped their arms around her waist.

If the genders were reversed, it would absolutely be a scene that required calling the police.

From a distance, though, the girl being fought over seemed to have quite a nice figure. She was tall and slender, like a model.

Until he saw a head of flowing, fiery-red hair.

"Erika?!"

That's right. The person being fought over was Erika!

Perhaps her overly striking appearance had attracted quite a few upperclasswomen who wanted to drag her into their clubs as a mascot, or use her as the face of their publicity.

And so it had turned into the scene before him.

It had become a war over Erika.

"Hey, wait, let go of me! St-stop!"