Published at 26th of March 2019 2:11 am

Volume 12, Chapter 13

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Tuesday, April 24th. Today, Shippou Takuma spoke privately with the ally who shared his goal of “a new order”, Sawamura Maki, at the usual time before heading home.

The time was already 2300 hours. In order to avoid troubling people at home (including the servants), he had dined outside and called ahead to inform his family that they didn’t need to wait for him. The servants living at his house should have already turned in for the night, so Takuma slipped in through the backdoor without ringing the doorbell.

“Takuma-san.”

As he was removing his shoes, a young man a few years his senior called out to Takuma.

“Sensei is waiting for you in the study.”

Sensei referred to the head of the Shippou Family, Shippou Takumi. The young man serving as his father’s assistant must have received orders from his father to wait here for Takuma. Despite thinking “how irritating”, Takuma couldn’t ignore this. After replying “Got it” to the young man, Takuma headed for the study.

On the surface, the Shippou Family worked as investment advisors, especially in the field of weather derivative instruments. As a particular type of risk management tool, weather derivative instruments were broadly used to predict atypical weather hazards. As a financial tool, the value of weather derivative instruments was determined by various weather values such as temperature, humidity, condensation, etc. While industrialization of the food industry has decreased the efficacy of weather derivative instruments, the rise of solar energy as the principal provider of electricity in more developed countries has rendered the estimated time for sunshine a major indicator for earnings projections used by corporations. The reason why Shippou Takumi was referred to as “sensei” was because he was publicly acknowledged within the nation to be the authority on annual weather predictions.

However, right now Takuma was facing the head of one of the 18 Replacement Clans, a Magician whose magical prowess rivaled that of the Ten Master Clans, Shippou Takumi.

“Come in.”

This phrase was spoken to Takuma as he entered the study, shortly before he sat on the set of sofas that were separated from the thick, heavy desk that his father used.

Takumi rose from his office table and sat down while facing Takuma. “Takuma, how’s high school? Are you enjoying it?”

Did you call me here at this hour to talk about this nonsense, that was what Takuma thought on reflex. Though he knew very well that this was just small talk, Takuma’s infuriated emotions were about to eclipse his rationality.

“Father, I should have said this a countless times. For me, high school isn’t a place for fun and games.”

In response to his son’s words, Takumi wore a “Seriously?” expression.

“How stubborn you are. There’s no need to overexert yourself to this degree.”

“Father, you’re the one who is too relaxed!”

Seeing Takumi’s placid attitude, Takuma’s agitation finally exploded.

“We obviously only have one more year until the next Ten Master Clans Selection Hearing. At this rate, those Saegusa wallflowers will once again seize our place in the Ten Master Clans while the Shippou will again suffer the indignity of being inferior to them!”

“The Selection Hearing is something that selects 10 families out of 28 families.”

The voice Takumi spoke towards Takuma was interlaced with a sense of futility.

“Fixating only on the Saegusa Family is absolutely pointless. Even you, Takuma, should be aware of that level.”

This was not the first time Takumi said these words. Rather, save for the days that he never interacted with his son, Takumi had the feeling that he said this to his son on a daily basis in the past year.

“There is a point.”

Furthermore, there was never an instance where Takuma came around to his father’s words.

“The Saegusa Family is nothing more than one family among the 28.” “Those guys are different.”

Today, Takuma’s attitude was as stubborn as ever. “Takuma.”

“They’re not the same. The Saegusa are different.” Takumi heaved a sigh filled with exhaustion.

“Who was it who implanted such a deeply rooted obsession in you?”

“It doesn’t matter who it is! It is true that the Saegusa betrayed the name “3” and used the stolen “7” to win their place among the Ten Master Clans!”

“Takuma…… The days where they were the “Saegusa (3)” instead of the

“Saegusa (7)” preceded the establishment of the Ten Master Clans. When Sensei proposed the Ten Master Clans system, the Saegusa had already become the “Saegusa (7)”. Furthermore, they do indeed possess the strength that towers above others in the 28 families.”

“In terms of the strength that towers above others, that’s only the result of them secretly devouring the research results from the 3rd and 7th Research Labs. Plainly the final experimental body came from the 3rd Research Lab and broke away from the 3rd Research Lab before stealing the “Herd Defense” that was originally conceptualized and developed by the Shippou Family just as we were on the last phase prior to completion entirely for their own benefit. Not only our Shippou Family, but the Mitsuya, Mikazuki, Tanabata, and Nanase Families were all duped by the Saegusa Family! Father, how are you so calm even when this is clearly how the situation was!?”

“Takuma. Like us, the Magicians from the Saegusa Family are also experimental bodies.”

Hearing the sentences uttered by Takumi in such a bitter tone, even the excitable Takuma fell silent.

“They are beings who have been constructed. The only difference is that, unlike the other 27 families…… no, the other 26 families content with their lot as experiments, they have chosen their own path. This is not something to rue, but is instead praiseworthy.”

“…..So in essence, Father, you are saying that treachery and stealing a march are praiseworthy things?” Takuma managed to muster a response.

“Aren’t you trying to steal a march on the Ten Master Clans right now?” “That’s……!”

However, Takuma’s retort was like a boomerang that missed its target and came back to its thrower.

Before his son, who had fallen silent with a sullen expression on his face, Takumi sighed slightly.

“Forget it. I know you weren’t going to accept this regardless of what I say.”

Takuma’s “accusation” and Takumi’s “persuasion” had not started today. Including this instance, father and son had retread the same conversation several dozen times. In spite of this, they still couldn’t help but argue with one another, which only proved that their bond as father and son could not be sundered.

“I called you here today because I had something else to say.” “……At such a late hour?”

Takuma threw in as much sarcasm as he could in his response.

“That’s because it was absolutely necessary to tell you this today. Seriously, if I knew you would return so late, I would have arranged a meeting with you beforehand. This way, I could have spoken with you when you returned home from school.”

Nevertheless, this was a self-destructive gesture on Takuma’s part. “……Sorry.”

“You do not have to apologize to me. However, you do need to ask your mother’s forgiveness. She should still be awake.”

Snap, without trying to hide his expression, Takuma’s eyes drifted all over the place as Takumi cut to the chase.

“Takuma, take the day off from school tomorrow.” “Father? What are you saying all of a sudden?”

Takuma’s shocked expression was not feigned. He was truly bewildered by his father.

“Tomorrow, Congressman Kanda from the opposition party will be touring First High.”

Takumi had predicted that his son would find this peculiar, so he directly started to explain his reasoning without wasting any time.

“Congressman Kanda from the opposition party, as in Kanda the human rights proponent and anti-magic supporter?”

“Correct. As well as his media underlings.” “For what reason?”

Even though Takuma asked this, he really already guessed the answer. After taking into account Congressman Kanda’s recent statements that were highly publicized by the media, his purpose behind visiting First High was nigh apparent. Takuma’s question was merely for verification purposes.

“He’s putting on a show about protecting adolescents from being forcibly stripped of their freedoms by magic.”

“Civil rights!?”

Even knowing this, Takuma couldn’t help but spit that out. “No need for you to worry” was written clearly across his face.

“I understand what you’re trying to say, but our opponent is a national congressman. Causing an incident would be very problematic.”

His father’s words caused an irate expression to appear over Takuma’s face for an entirely different reason than before.

“Even if it’s an irritating opponent, I’m not going to pick a fight without paying attention to the consequences. I’m not that childish.” “Even if they are picking a fight with you?”

“……Uh, of course. Would I be provoked that easily?”

Takumi relaxed and leaned deeply back into the sofa.

“Good. Since you speak so resolutely, then be prepared to bear responsibility for your words.”

“I know that! That’s all you have to say, right?”

Seeing these oft-repeated words and belligerent attitude, even someone other than Takumi would wonder if Takuma was truly “beyond provocation”.

“Takuma, the situation is being handled by Saegusa-sama. Under no circumstances are you to do anything unnecessary.”

Yet, this particular phrase from Takumi was not spoken out of concern for his son’s attitude, but carefully timed instead.

“Saegusa!?”

As expected, Takuma displayed an intense reaction.

“Do not do anything unnecessary. You must bear responsibility for your own words.”

Nonetheless, this was already after they had reached an accord.

“The Shippou Family will not interfere with this incident. You heard me, Takuma. That is the decision.”

It’s not like he could recant after all this, “—I know!”

So Takuma had no choice but to reply in this fashion.

◊ ◊ ◊

They were unexpected visitors for practically everyone at First High, though they were probably also unwelcome visitors for everyone affiliated with First High.

Ten men and women disembarked from three pitch black limousines.

They were composed of Congressman Kanda, his secretary, reporters working for the congressman, and bodyguards.

During 4th period, the first class after noon, they suddenly demanded to meet with the principal. Of course, no appointment was made ahead of time. Generally speaking, they would be graciously rebuffed and sent to the door, but the status of a national congressman was such that they were able to do something tyrannical like this. In this regard, things had changed little from the previous century.

With Congressman Kanda wholly ignoring decorum and demanding an audience, the Dean Yaosaka of First High could greet them with a sour expression on his face.

“Congressman Kanda, I have already said that Principal Momoyama is away on a business trip to Tokyo today. Please, would it be possible for you to come again when the principal is here?”

“Ho. Are you trying to dismiss I, Kanda, like a child and coming again?” “I dare not dismiss you like a child.”

“Then the dean is fine as well. I wish to view the classes of your illustrious school in action.”

“This is not something I can grant by myself. As I thought, you need to speak directly with the principal.”

Kanda and Yaosaka were both in their fifties. At first glance and with a mind towards television appearances, Kanda appeared to be younger thanks to the efforts of makeup artists and plastic surgeons. However, upon closer inspection, Kanda also carried symptoms that befit his age. Though the two men were of the same age group, the sight of one overbearing side speaking with greater and greater fervor while the other side sweated and fretted away without daring to retaliate made for a hilarious sight despite its rather common frequency.

Speaking of which, Kanda knew from the very beginning that the principal was absent. Rather, it would be more precise to say that he invited himself specifically during the principal’s absence.

The principal of First High, Momoyama Asuma, was 71 years of age. Since taking over as First High’s principal until now, a full 11 years had elapsed. To the outside world, he was widely known for contributing greatly to the establishment of higher education for Magicians. However, at the same time, he was also criticized for neglecting the differences between Course 1 and 2 students, thus allowing the resulting negativity between the two camps to fester and grow. Still, the criticism leveled towards his responsibility in allowing the gap to grow only stayed at the level of whispers behind his back. Not just in magical education, Momoyama Asuma was also considered an authority in higher education, and his connections spanned across multiple fields. For Congressman Kanda, he was not someone he cared to cross swords with directly.

Wishing to successfully put on a performance while Momoyama was away, Kanda argued with Yaosaka, who was trying to prevent media coverage while the principal was away, as time gradually ticked away with Kanda holding the advantage. The dean would like nothing more than a result where time had expired. For Congressman Kanda, that result would be synonymous to “winning the battle and losing the war”. Just as Kanda started to become agitated and was about to force the issue, a sound that imitated piano music resonated from the principal’s office.

Accompanied by the sudden chime of a clock, the monitor on the wall covered with a famous Impressionist painting began running secretly. Swiftly, the image was transformed into a clear, real-time picture.

“Principal!? Aren’t you in a meeting?”

The one who appeared on the screen that could forcibly exchange broadcast signals for receiving signals was Principal Momoyama, who should have been in a meeting with the Magic Association.

“I was able to make a little time available.”

Only sparing a single sentence towards the dean’s question, Principal Momoyama turned his gaze and stared at Kanda.

The image shown by the cameras installed at strategic locations at the four corners of the monitor gave the misconception that an actual person was standing there. Under Momoyama’s piercing gaze, Kanda began to feel a little uneasy.

“So, Congressman Kanda. What is your business today?”

In the image, Momoyama kept his white hair groomed in the chonmage fashion and the bottom half of his face was covered by a pure white moustache and goatee. Unobscured by white hair, the area surrounding his eyes was sunken, rendering his expression difficult to decipher. Even so, the piercing gaze emanating from the depths of those sunken eye sockets perfectly conveyed the utter fury caused by this rude visitation with no room for misinterpretation.

“Ah, no, I humbly apologize for bothering you without making an appointment ahead of time.”

Though this was more or less the same way he treated Yaosaka, this time Kanda tightened his abdomen when he replied.

“Since you are already aware of that, could you please change your visit to another day?”

Seizing hold of Kanda’s words, Momoyama stepped his demand as if completely covering his words. Coming from the highest authority in the school, the words “visit another day” had even more weight than if he was here personally. Though Kanda’s reflexes almost prompted him to nod, he barely managed to stop in time thanks to the reporters in his employ urgently whispering “congressman, congressman”.

“Originally, I would have done as the principal had requested, but now I have a thought of my own.”

“Ho.”

Momoyama maintained his solemn gaze as he urged him to speak further. Even through the camera, Kanda was still clearly being overwhelmed by Momoyama’s aura, but his tongue was barely able to function.

“Recently, there have been some ugly rumors floating around society in regards to the curriculum here at the magic high school. Have the students at the nine magic high schools been brainwashed into becoming soldiers?”

“What a ridiculous notion.”

His expression highly incensed, Momoyama fired back. He was just the principal of First High, so he had no authority to command all of the magic high schools, but the improvements he had made to the magic high school curriculum had all been adopted as the standard by the other 8 magic high schools. As an educator, Momoyama was fiercely proud of the Magician developmental project that he had personally devised.

“Congressman Kanda, are you aware of our school’s graduation statistics? For example, 65% of our graduates last year chose to attend the Magic University. Less than 10% of the students chose to attend College of National Defense.”

Momoyama retaliated against Kanda with clearly defined metrics. However, Kanda replied back to the retaliation with a delighted smile as if he had been waiting for that move for quite some time.

“Yet, after researching the advancement of the Magic University graduates, 45% chose a job related to the JSDF. If combined with the students who enrolled in the College of National Defense after graduating high school, more than half of the students educated in the magic high schools become affiliated with the JSDF.”

Seeing Kanda wearing an expression that fairly crowed at unleashing his trap, Momoyama never wavered.

“That’s merely the paths they have chosen for themselves. In the final year at Magic University, they are mature adults capable of making their decisions. Even small interjections from the wayside cannot cause any meaningful effect.”

“Of course.”

For some reason, Kanda nodded gravely at Momoyama’s argument.

“My thoughts are perfectly aligned with what the principal said. Precisely because of this, I have come to inspect the school in order to erase the irresponsible impression that magic high schools are nothing more than a developmental camp for the military.”

Kanda’s unspoken words were that he was going to spread propaganda about the magic high school’s impression in the manner of his choosing. For the wily Momoyama, a ploy on such a level was never going to slip by him.

“What a headache. Technical Skills classes for magic are extremely delicate. A sudden visit may cause a disturbance among the students.” “I definitely won’t cause you any trouble.”

At this point, Kanda’s attitude hardened. Rather than him recapturing his original pace, it was more appropriate to say this feeling was as if he had grown stubborn because he couldn’t beat Momoyama.

“…...If you say it like that then I will grant you permission to observe.”

After making the motions to pretend that he had considered this for a while, Momoyama adopted the stance of approving Kanda’s request. Heedless of the openly thunderstruck and bewildered Dean Yaosaka, Momoyama continued speaking in a tone that brooked no refusal.

“However, you are only allowed to observe from the fifth period onward.” “That…… No, that’s fine.”

Kanda was about to object to the unexpected condition out of reflex, but since he had already said that he “definitely won’t cause trouble”, he was in no position to make any objections.

“Dean, which classes are scheduled for Technical Skills classes during fifth period?”

Feigning ignorance to Kanda’s internal battle, Momoyama asked this question to Yaosaka.

The mixed feelings of surprise and bewilderment in Yaosaka were exchanged for complete amazement. That was because even without Yaosaka’s reply, Momoyama usually had a perfect grasp of the class schedules for every class across all years.

“There is no class scheduled for Technical Skills during fifth period.”

Even so, his current situation did not allow him to question this and only allowed him to answer the question posed. Yaosaka replied back to the question asked of him.

“However, excluding official class schedules, the students from Year 2 Class E have requested to conduct an extracurricular experiment in the school quad.”

“It’s just as you heard, Congressman Kanda. It looks like you’re better off coming another day.”

“That cannot be! Then at the very least, allow me to observe halfway through fourth period.”

Accommodating their schedule on another day would allow Momoyama to make all the necessary preparations ahead of time. Principal Momoyama also had close connections with the opposition party that Kanda was a part of. Clearly, their forced visitation today was a surprise attack because he feared Momoyama’s influence, which was an advantage he wouldn’t have if he came another day.

Kanda had backed down because he had this in mind, but now he had already agreed.

“Congressman Kanda. In the middle of an experiment, students will lose their concentration and be distracted by microphones and cameras. In the worst case scenario, students can even suffer irreparable harm due to failure in magic. Nor would any teacher wish for something like this to occur.”

At the end of the day, Kanda was an outsider when it came to magic. He had no basis to refute Momoyama’s words. Just as Kanda used students as an excuse, he didn’t dare to cause a ruckus that might ruin a student’s future.

“……I understand. In the case, even if it’s an extracurricular experiment, please allow me to attend.”

“I see. Dean, summon Smith-sensei and have her guide Congressman Kanda.”

Highly frustrated, this was the only thing Kanda could say. Without betraying any glee, Principal Momoyama gave these orders to Dean Yaosaka and cut the connection.

After fifth period began, one of the reporters in Kanda’s employ began whispering to him while Jennifer was leading them to the radiation lab that was being prepared.

“Congressman, don’t you think something is odd?”

“What are you referring to?”

The voice Kanda responded with was low with displeasure, but the reporter paid no mind as he continued.

“The fact that there was not a single Technical Skills class. It’s almost as if they knew we were coming.”

“Nonsense…… It’s just a coincidence. They should have no idea about our movements. After all, I didn’t even report this to the party.”

“But, this coverage was a little strange from the get go. Usually, any media coverage related to magic would immediately draw interference even during the planning phase, but no one spoke up this time.”

Just as Kanda was about to reply that this was natural, he suddenly quieted. The reason why the Magic Association didn’t interfere today was because steps were taken at the highest level within the association. Though the helping hand remained anonymous, Kanda was more or less able to guess their identity. With that in mind, it was true that several points became suspicious.

Though Kanda was acting as an anti-magic supporter, he wasn’t of the belief that Magicians were inhuman creatures. In reality, he acknowledged the benefits Magicians posed. His political agenda involved championing anti-magic sentiment in front of the media. With a little fiery rhetoric that was popular with the masses, Magicians could come under serious fire. The one acting behind the scenes to ensure that today’s coverage (the political propaganda with this as the goal) remained free of interference understood this, hence Kanda was tacitly approved by this mysterious benefactor to engage in this demagogy to prevent politicians who truly hated Magicians from seizing power.

Yet, was this reason sufficient to allow them to turn a blind eye to his anti- magic demonstration? If it was truly that person, then it was highly likely that he would use him as a political tool to the fullest. However, that did not guarantee that everyone in the Ten Master Clans saw eye to eye in this.

While he was ruminating on this and reporters serving as his underlings fretted, their group with Jennifer in the lead arrived at the radiation lab.

As Kanda and company stepped into the radiation lab, they abruptly came to a halt when they detected unfriendly eyes on them. The icy gazes directed towards them from the students making preparations in the lab were almost as if they knew that they were coming. Yet, that only lasted for an instant as the students seemed to completely forget about the politician and his coterie and directed all of their attention to the task at hand. No matter if it was Kanda or the reporters, they all got the feeling that the earlier cold gazes sent their way seemed to be misconceptions.

“Smith-sensei, these people are?”

The one who spoke up – the only one who showed any sign of caring - was Tsuzura, who was currently overseeing the students.

“Congressman Kanda and several reporters on tour of the school.”

“A national congressman is one thing, but why are there reporters accompanying him? Media coverage on campus requires permits approved ahead of time. I have heard absolutely nothing about this.”

Kanda’s face almost crumbled when the handsome man who, even at first glance, carried himself with a scholarly air swept a surprisingly sharp gaze over him.

“The principal has granted permission.”

Fortunately, Kanda had no need to answer Tsuzura’s question as Jennifer replied for him.

“I thought the principal was away on business.”

“He made some time and communicated this over the phone.” “I see.”

Both Kanda and the reporters under his employ were mildly dissatisfied with how easily Tsuzura accepted such a simple answer. Still, compared with groundless enmity, this was a far easier way to go about their business. Convincing himself to accept this, Kanda struck up a conversation with Tsuzura.

“I apologize for interrupting your class.” “Hardly, this isn’t my class actually.”

But haven’t you set your sights on us? Though they heard the sound of someone unable to hold back a snort of laughter, by the time they turned their eyes towards the students, they were all working away with serious expressions on their faces, leaving no way to tell who laughed. Kanda drew deeply within himself to suppress the mounting rage that had nowhere to go as he spoke to Tsuzura again.

“I heard this is an extracurricular experiment. What are they planning to do?”

“The students have volunteered to conduct an experiment that is not covered by the curriculum.”

In response to Tsuzura playing dumb (in Kanda’s eyes), Kanda had to take deep breaths to control his frustration.

“What kind of experiment is it?”

This question was posed by one of the reporters. The reason why Tsuzura turned a disapproving look on that reporter was because he had failed to present himself. However, no response to the reporter’s question or question directed towards the reporter’s name was formulated here.

“Sensei, we have finished our preparations. May we move the experimental device?”

As the leader of the experiment, Isori contacted Tsuzura and happened to interrupt the conversation between the reporter and Tsuzura.

“……Hm, you may.”

Using an information terminal the size of an A4, Tsuzura verified the checklist that Isori passed along and gave his approval. In response, the members of robotics club responsible for support only replied back that they had been waiting forever before beginning to operate the controls on the wall.

Throughout all this, Kanda’s expression remained unchanged, but his underlings’ eyes bulged in shock.

The wall of the radiation lab opened without a sound.

This was just a tunnel used to transport large machines, but seeing one wall of a windowless lab soundlessly yawning open gave off vibes usually found with a secret base.

Still, this feeling only came from personnel from the outside, as the students had long since tired of this sight and began pushing a pedestal holding a spherical sink measuring 2 meters in diameter that was half filled with a combination of heavy and light water (the other half was filled with steam) before the wall opened completely. Despite using the word push, the pedestal was equipped with a motor, rendering movement a piece of cake so long as the proper direction was provided. One by one, the students left for the school quad, with Tsuzura following afterwards.

“Let’s go.”

With those words from Jennifer, Congressman Kanda and the reporters frantically hurried to catch up.

“Speaking of which, why isn’t an official experiment being conducted during class time? Is this common?”

“Infrequently.”

In response to the question coming from the reporter who hurried to catch up, Tsuzura gave a cold reply. However, he must have felt that such a reply was too inhospitable and immediately expanded his explanation.

“Based on the original plan, this experiment was supposed to be conducted after school. However, since quite a few faculty members who knew about the details wanted their own students to participate, we temporarily put a hold on all Technical Skills classes so that all the interested students can freely participate. Holding the experiment on school grounds also came from the same reason.”

“Is this an experiment proposed by the students?” Another reporter asked in disbelief.

“Actually, this experiment will be highly meaningful from both the theoretical and practical perspectives.”

“In terms of practical, you are talking about something like the secret weapon used during the “Scorching Halloween” that could one shot an entire enemy fleet?”

Tsuzura cast a chilly gaze on the reporter who wore a mocking smile as he asked this.

“This experiment is intended to challenge one of the three Great Puzzles of Gravity-Type Magic.”

After leaving this answer, Tsuzura walked towards the students gathered beneath the spherical water sink.

The reporter attempted to inquire further from Jennifer, but she beat him to the punch.

“It’s starting.”

Maybe due to their professional instincts as journalists, all of their attention was drawn towards the experimental device fastened in the school quad by the school buildings to the side.

The experimental device known as the Stellar Furnace was composed of a simple design that had a spherical water sink on top of a pedestal. The water pump had already been removed in the radiation lab. Metallic cups 15cm across were attached to the equator of the water sink, to which four rods extending from the pedestal supported these metallic cups. The water entry point directly above was stoppered by a circular pan 30cm across the diameter and a similar pan was affixed on the other side.

The experimental device attracted the attention of many a student standing in the windows of the school dorm. Practically all the classrooms had abandoned any pretense of actually studying. Predicting that this would happen, most of faculty had halted Technical Skills classes and switched to terminal lectures.

Students who were unsatisfied with standing by the windows also came downstairs to the quad. Entire Year 2 Class E as well as the Student Council members who were not part of the experiment were all in attendance. Likewise, previous members of last year’s Year 1 Class E as well as all the female participants from last year’s Nine Schools Competition were all present as well. Beyond the students, quite a few teachers were also here.

“Commence the experiment.”

The one on the mike was Tatsuya. All the students gathered in the quad fell silent without another word. Swallowing hard, the students and faculty looked on in wonder as Tatsuya gave the signal.

“Gravity control.”

Miyuki activated Gravity Control-Type Magic. A gravitational field formed in the interior of the water sink as the mixed water that was half heavy water and half light water became hollow in the center, pushing the water outward towards the inside of the water sink.

“Ionization.”

Kasumi and Izumi activated Shift Magic – Dispersal-Type Magic. Transforming liquid into the fourth phase, which was essentially ionization magic.

On the surface of the water with a hollow center formed by Miyuki’s Gravity Control-Type Magic, Miyuki deftly manipulated the mixed water within the influence of the gravitational field to create deuterium, hydrogen, and oxygen ions.

“Neutron Barrier. Gamma Ray Filter.”

Minami added the Neutron Barrier between the magic area of the Gravity Control-Type Magic and the magic area formed by the Shift Magic. As its name implies, Neutron Barrier was a type of magic that generated a field that prevented neutrons from rebounding.

On top of that, Honoka inserted the Gamma Ray Filter between the Neutron Barrier and the Fourth Phase Shift Field. Gamma Ray Filter was a type of magic that gathered the heat energy from gamma rays and expressed it as visible light.

Both Gamma Ray Filter and Neutron Barrier were classified as Dispersal- Type Magic. Dispersal-Type Magic was defined as magic that interfered with the movement and interaction of elementary and composite particles. Magic that manipulated gamma rays was categorized as Dispersal-Type Magic because the magic interfered with light particles, but on some level this was a later classification. These two magics were originally developed to neutralize the danger of nuclear fission weapons and the two of them were researched together in most situations. For ease of research, Gamma

Ray Filter and Neutron Barrier were both categorized together. “Gravity Control.”

Miyuki began activating the second Gravity Control-Type Magic. In the center of the spherical water sink, a heavy gravitational field that was 10cm in diameter appeared. To be precise, a new gravitational field was created within the spherical area that was 10cm across and acted against the original Gravity Control-Type Magic pulling outwards by pulling towards the center, hereby amplifying matter’s mutual gravitational attraction.

As for the metallic cups attached to the equator of the water sink, they were composed of 60 Specialized CADs linked together as a sighting assistance device. The cup-shape allowed the sighting assistance device to accurately translate the physical data and distributed condition in the empty space 10cm in diameter at the center of the spherical water sink into information that aided magic casting. This information was passed along the wires inside the pillars that supported the water sink into the operating device, which happened to be the large, fixed CAD that sat in front of Miyuki for this experiment.

With processing power that dwarfed mobile CADs, the fixed CAD aggregated the data from the 60 sighting assistance devices and sent the Activation sequence to the caster. Thanks to this information, Miyuki was able to devise Gravity Control-Type Magic that was able to counteract the shifting energy within the gravitational field and implement it. Of course, this was only possible with her Magic Power as a prerequisite. Still, without the repeated gravitational field technique developed through Flying-Type Magic and the precise sighting assistance device that combined all 60 data sets, even Miyuki would not be able to continuously maintain such a stable, heavy gravitational field. This sighting assistance device was the key cog for the “Stellar Furnace” experimental device.

“Coulomb Force Control.”

Thanks to Isori exerting control over Coulomb Force, the electromagnetic repulsion within the field was lowered to 1/10000. The electromagnetic force among the particles in the nucleus of the deuterium atom was 10^36. When that electromagnetic force was lowered to 1/10000, gravity became

100 times greater than normal, hereby preventing nuclear fusion. However, there was enough thermal energy gathered to spontaneously ignite a nuclear fusion reaction, meaning that the kinetic energy of the ions had decreased. For that matter, just the rise in pressure caused by ionization was sufficient to meet reaction requirements.

A dim light appeared. A wordless shout emitted from the students observing the experiment. The brightness gradually grew stronger as the light continued for a minute, then two minutes.

The water within the spherical water sink began boiling furiously. The theory behind this experimentally gathered thermal energy was the same as magnetic confinement thermonuclear reactors. By hitting neutrons with a decelerator, the kinetic energy of the neutrons could be converted into thermal energy. In terms of the design for this sort of nuclear fusion reactor, structural weakening due to constant exposure to neutron radiation was a problem that must be overcome in order to directly bathe the thermal energy gathering device within high speed neutrons. Structural weakening due to exposure to neutron radiation became the defining threshold for creating a practical and enduring thermonuclear reactor. However, in this experiment, water was used as the decelerator for neutrons and the hollow sphere formed of water completely encompassed energy from the reaction, hereby removing the problem of having the neutron radiation pass through a vessel to hit the decelerator. This design was also a highly effective countermeasure to the structural weakening of the walls. Gravity control turned the possibility of creating an empty sphere within the water a reality.

The digital thermometer set alongside the spherical water sink showed that the mixed water boiling inside had reached 300 degrees. The air pressure within the sphere could be calculated to be 100 atmospheres. Although gravity control could prevent the device from falling apart regardless of how high the internal pressure rose, the vessel’s endurance was about to reach its limit.

“Experiment concluded.”

Three minutes after the start of the experiment, a declaration announcing the end of the experiment was issued from Tatsuya’s lips. The Coulomb

Force Control-Type Magic and the second Gravity Control-Type Magic were halted and the light within the experimental device faded.

“Disabling Gamma Ray Filter.”

After verifying that the nuclear fusion reaction had halted, the Gamma Ray Filter used to capture the neutron’s gamma rays was also disabled.

“Disabling Gravity Control, maintain Neutron Barrier.”

The wall of water covering the inside of the vessel succumbed to Earth’s gravity and fell to the bottom of the vessel.

Operable arms from the robotics club connected a cable to the top of the spherical vessel. The front end of the cable contained a gas analyzer. After opening the lid, gas within the vessel quickly flowed towards the analyzer on account of the difference in pressure.

“Gaseous composition includes steam, deuterium, hydrogen, and oxygen. No deuterium ions or other radioactive compounds have been detected!”

Sitting in front of the analyzer, a highly excited Kent gave a simple report of the findings. Despite calling it simple, so long as there were no calculation errors, there would be no chance of missing anything. This caused an excited ruckus to ripple through those assembled here to observe the proceedings.

“Begin adding water.”

Following Tatsuya’s orders, a malleable water hose was connected to the cable and began pumping cold water into the receptacle. Thick steam began to be emitted from the inside of the spherical water sink, but the steam swiftly faded away to reveal a water sink full of transparent water.

“Disabling Neutron Barrier.”

Tatsuya directed a grateful look at Minami, who was in the process of lowering her shoulders, before directing his gaze towards Honoka, Kasumi, Izumi, and Miyuki in that order. Finally, he and Isori caught each other’s eyes and nodded before Tatsuya passed the microphone into Asuza’s hands, as she had been diligently observing the various recording devices until now.

Shaking her head repeatedly, Azusa tried multiple times to press the microphone back to his hands. However, unable to withstand Isori’s smile and Tatsuya’s wordless pressure, Azusa wore a tear stricken expression as she accepted the microphone.

After taking many deep breaths, Azusa moved the microphone to her lips. Adopting a determined expression – though it seemed more like a self- destructive expression – she made her declaration to the assembled students who had witnessed this entire process.

“The sustainable thermonuclear experiment using continuous Gravity Control-Type Magic as its core has reached the expected goal. I hereby declare the “Stellar Furnace” experiment to be a success.”

Both the quad and the dorms were filled with cheers at the same time. The fervent cheers that could be described as a tad volatile were also the cries that heralded both the possibilities and future of “magic”.

Overcome by the students’ cheers, Congressman Kanda and his reporters stood completely frozen and it was only when the spherical water sink was being brought back into the radiation lab and the students were filtering out of the quad back to their classes that they finally recovered their wits.

“What was that just now?”

In a voice quaking with fear, one of the reporters asked of Tsuzura and Jennifer, who were deep in their own conversation.

“That experiment was about the continuous Gravity Control-Type Magic thermonuclear reactor.”

However, a literal question received a literal answer. The reporter’s voice grew rougher due to his agitation, but Kanda, as expected of someone who had survived the double-dealing world of politicians, was not so easily ruffled.

“What is that thing? Didn’t they give up on a practical thermonuclear reactor?”

That was Kanda’s question, “Who said gave up on?” “Gave up on what?”

And those were replies given at the same time by Tsuzura and Jennifer. The two exchanged a glance after their voices overlapped before Jennifer once again opened her mouth.

“We never gave up. We just set its priority below finishing a solar energy system first. Although research on a large-scale experimental device was halted due to budget issues, the topic itself continues on even in fields other than magic.”

Although they heard a snide “Ho, is that so” slip out of Tsuzura’s mouth, both Kanda and Jennifer ignored him.

“Using magic to conduct thermonuclear research is also a part of this. Thermonuclear reactors using electromagnetic magic were abandoned due to its complexity, but in comparison, the new thermonuclear reactors relying on Gravity Control-Type magic continue to be researched in the world of magic theory.”

“When you say research on thermonuclear reactors, is that so you can create a viable thermonuclear detonation through magic?”

“Such as the one used during the “Scorched Halloween”?”

The questions posed by the two reporters were filled with malice, causing Jennifer to wrinkle her brow.

Nevertheless, barbed indictements did not fall from her lips. “HA HA HA……”

Tsuzura’s insolent laughter removed Jennifer’s sting and slightly terrified the reporters.

“Thermonuclear detonation? Pray indulge my question, but what were you just observing?”

The unnatural usage of the two-fold niceties was an intentionally impolite jab. Even an imperceptive individual could tell that the words literally meant “are your eyes just for show?”. This man who bears the name Tsuzura not only had an arrogant attitude but also carried a sarcastic personality.

“Creating a miniature explosion doesn’t even require such a complex magical combination, nor would the giant explosion you guys are talking about use one either. Furthermore, the only successful example of a large scale thermonuclear explosion comes from the Brazilian Army’s Miguel Diaz and his Strategic-Class “Synchronized Linear Fusion” Magic. No one else has been able to recreate Diaz’s ability. Even with the countless talented students at our school, did you really think such a thing is possible?”

Heightened displeasure had contorted the reporters’ faces. They were aware that their opponent was the expert and they were only outsiders. In addition, they were completely ignorant on how difficult “Synchronized Linear Fusion” was. If there was only one successful example in the world, then there was no way they could forcibly stretch this to include high school students even at the experimental level.

Yet, they had long since grown accustomed to this level of sarcasm. The source of this expected displeasure was the dismissive attitude that treated the reporters like common rabble. Not only Tsuzura, the reporters felt that the dean, the principal, the female teacher standing over there, and even the students never bothered to treat these messengers of public opinion with any sort of respect.

“Today’s thermonuclear experiment was aimed at the energy sources that are the foundation of society. Although there are quite a few more hurdles left to circumvent, if this Stellar Furnace becomes more practical, then it will probably provide a more abundant source of energy than solar energy.”

Tsuzura kept his eyes on Kanda as he said this. Even if they were unwilling to accept this, the reporters knew from the bottom of their hearts that they were nothing in Tsuzura’s eyes.

“What do you think, Congressman Kanda? Our students have a fine spirit of peaceful, civic contribution, do they not?”

“You are…… quite right. I think that their proactive attitude towards the betterment of society should be commended.”

Maybe he had a switch somewhere, but in the face of Tsuzura’s brazen tour de force, Kanda could only nod his head unwillingly.

In response, Tsuzura revealed a fake smile and bowed towards Kanda.

“Thank you very much, Congressman Kanda. I will record the words you just spoke. I’m sure you will not object, in the name of fostering students’ motivation?”

“No, that’s……”

“Surely there’s no problem?”

“Ah, no, there would be nothing better if I could help out these children.”

Keeping his eyes averted, Kanda politely nodded and left this simple sentence before quitting the field. Not just the school quad, but First High altogether. He remembered that above all else, it would be terrible if he came out on record with statements that ran counter to his original intent, so today he would have to temporarily retreat.

Without a god to worship, one could not remain at the festival. Abandoning the triumphal parade was the only choice as the reporters could only bring their coverage of First High to a grinding halt.

Jennifer watched the congressman’s party responsible for this disturbance leave and once they were out of sight, immediately spoke to Tsuzura.

“Tsuzura-sensei.”

Completely immersed in Japanese culture, Jennifer was in no way different than a Japanese person save for her appearances alone. When referring to her colleagues, she used “sensei” and not “Mr.”.

“Didn’t you go a little too far?”

Still, putting it so politely was also distinctly Japanese. Being brutally honest would surely be chalked up as an American bias.

“Eh, sorry about that display.”

Tsuzura seemed to be a little embarrassed at being pointed out.

“I couldn’t help but get a little angry when I saw our students’ good intentions being misconstrued.”

“Intention…… is it?”

It wasn’t that she was unfamiliar with the meaning behind those words. To be honest, Jennifer knew Tsuzura since Magic University. Though Jennifer was quite a few years older, their position at the Magic University was the same – they were research colleagues. Also, by the strictest terms, they were colleagues on an excellent footing. The reason why Jennifer was shocked by Tsuzura’s words was because this wasn’t like him. Though Tsuzura was acknowledged as a weirdo by everyone at First High, that was only because his personality was the type that abandoned anything unnecessary to the extreme degree. Usually, he was not someone who acknowledged the value of something emotional like “intention”. For the typical Tsuzura, “motivation” and “objectivity” were things to be dissected and not valued. It was precisely because Jennifer was aware of this that her question slipped inadvertently from her lips.

In that regard, Tsuzura himself was aware. The reason why he was embarrassed was because he felt that words like “intention” didn’t suit him.

“Well, that…… From a technical standpoint, this experiment is still a little immature. It was overly reliant on the individuals’ magical prowess. Success was only achieved due to the members selected, so there are still many problems that need to be solved prior to actualization.”

Jennifer nodded in agreement to Tsuzura’s points. She held the exact same opinion.

“However, I believe that his willingness to use magic to challenge the status quo of society contains a value that is completely unrelated to this technique’s completion. I believe that the intention to face society and change its perceptions is valuable beyond compare.”

Maybe because he was unable to hide his shame any longer, Tsuzura added the words “Despite how unsuitable these words are for me” before averting his gaze.

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