Both men were suspended in midair. They had been inside the shadow space when the domain was expanded, and when it was dispelled, they returned to their actual positions, directly above the pool.
The house was there too, a two-story redbrick building, upside down, complete with a chimney, the walls around its little yard, and its thirty tons of weight, falling along with them.
In midair, Reggie looked at the house, his expression shifting from grim determination to take his opponent down with him to the panic of "Shit, I'm underneath it too."
He fumbled for a receipt, but the wind whipped his Receipt Cloak about in midair, and he could not find the crucial receipt right away.
Splash-splash-
Megumi Fushiguro and Reggie fell into the pool one after the other, sending water flying. The icy pool water enveloped them, making their wounds flare with pain.
Megumi Fushiguro opened his eyes underwater and saw a massive shadow blotting out the light overhead.
The house was falling.
Then, with a tremendous crash, the house slammed into the pool.
The impact sent enormous waves surging through the pool like a bomb had exploded. Columns of water shot up to the dome and rained back down, and the entire Swimming Center shook violently.
The house sank to the bottom of the pool and struck the concrete floor with a dull crash.
The pool water instantly turned murky. Silt and debris churned up, reducing visibility to almost zero.
In the pool.
Reggie surfaced through the murky water, gasping for breath, soaked through, his hair plastered to his face.
The first thing he did was feel for his Receipt Cloak. His expression changed as his fingers touched it.
It was all soaked.
The receipts had been submerged. The ink had run, and the paper had