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| − | ==Prologue— The Puppeteer from the Far East== |
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| − | "Yaya is cute, Yaya is super cute. Yaya is the cutest in the world." |
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| + | "Yaya is really cute. Yaya is too cute. She's the cutest girl in the world." |
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| − | The girl was clasping her hands together, muttering softly like she was deep in prayer. |
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| + | The girl held her hands together and spoke those words like a prayer. |
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| − | The gentle sunlight drifted down, with the rhythmic sound of steam hissing in the background. The train had departed from London, and was now Liverpool-bound. In one of the 2nd class passenger carriages, a scene was unfolding between an odd pair. |
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| + | In the afternoon sunlight, the train flying over the rails blew its whistle. It was heading from London to Liverpool. In the second-class wagon sat two people wearing exotic clothes. |
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| − | The two were Orientals, a youth and a girl. |
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| + | From their appearance, it seemed that they were Orientals, this pair consisting of a boy and a girl. |
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| − | Their oddity did not extend to their appearance alone. Inexplicably, the girl was leaning over the seat opposite her, as though trying to cover the youth with her body, while whispering strange words to him. |
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| + | It wasn't only their appearance that was strange, but also because they seemed to be really lacking common sense. The girl's body was leaning towards the sleeping boy wrapped in thick clothing, while murmuring something in a low voice. |
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| − | "Yaya is so cute I love Yaya Yaya is so bewitching Yaya is my wife—" |
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| + | "Yaya is too cute, I love you, Yaya. Yaya has so much charm, Yaya is my wife —" |
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| − | Abruptly, the whispering stopped. |
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| + | That whispering suddenly stopped. |
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| − | With one eye open, the youth was shooting a sharp glare in her direction. |
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| + | The boy had opened both of his eyes and was gazing forward with a sharp look. |
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| − | "... Were you awake, Raishin?" |
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| + | "...So you woke up, Raishin." |
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| − | "What were you doing so close to my ear?" |
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| + | "What are you saying near someone else's ear? |
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| − | "Yaya was reciting a charm to make Raishin fall in love with me." |
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| + | "To make Raishin fall for Yaya, Yaya is reciting a charm." |
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| − | "Was it really something so cute and innocent? Because it sure felt like you were trying to corrupt me somehow, you know?" |
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| + | "It's not really that, right? You just want to pollute my spirits, right?" <!--I didn't understand the original translation, so I changed it to something that makes sense in context but is probably off from the original text. -jonathanasdf. Zero2001: What was the original text. If you put the Japanese here someone might be able to translate it properly.--> |
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| − | Completely ignoring his retort, the girl calmly pointed out of the window. |
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| + | Completely ignoring the accusations, the girl heartily looked outside the window and said: |
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| − | "Look, Raishin. We're already inside Machine City." |
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| + | "Raishin, look, we have already arrived at 'Machine City'." |
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| − | "Ahh, about time we reached. Traveling half a day from London's no joke. My butt's sore from all that sitting." |
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| + | "Sigh, we've finally arrived. It has already been half a day since we departed from London. I'm so tired that even my butt is starting to hurt." |
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| − | "That means the top school in all of Western Europe should be coming into view shortly." |
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| + | "The 'Greatest School in Western Europe' is very close now." |
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| − | Grinning happily, the girl pressed herself up against the youth. |
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| + | The girl said with a smile on her face. |
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| − | "This school houses its students in dormitories right?" |
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| + | "We will be attending that school full-time, right?" |
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"Yeah." |
"Yeah." |
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+ | "Then there will be only the two of us alone the entire night, right?" |
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+ | "You can put it like that..." |
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+ | "We can continue these sleepless nights then?" |
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+ | "Nope. I want to sleep, okay? If you cause some mess, I'll throw you out, okay?" |
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+ | "......!?" |
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+ | "Why are you putting on an expression of sorrow as if you've been bullied? By the way, we aren't here to play." |
| + | An expression of doubt appeared on the girl's face, while her black pupils painfully shuddered. <!-- didn't understand this either so just randomly changed it -jonathanasdf. Zero2001: Please put original text in here so someone might translate it--> |
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| − | The girl's face clouded over, heartbreak written all over her trembling black pupils. |
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| − | "... |
+ | "...It should be on this street that the Wiseman's night party is organized." |
| − | + | A panicked expression immediately appeared on the girl's face. |
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| + | "The magicians launched that bloody party in order to choose the supreme ruler..." |
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| − | "Magi competing against one another for supremacy, the winner decided through a series of blood soaked banquet of battles..." |
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+ | "Aah. It will entirely depend on you." |
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| − | "Of course. If it's for Raishin, I'd be willing to go through anything; through fire, into your futon," |
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| − | "Don't sneak into my futon." |
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| − | "Ah, is this what they call an interest in outdoor fuc..." |
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| − | "What was that? Did something so vulgar just come out of such an innocent looking face?" |
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| − | "If that is what Rashin desires, then Yaya will serve with all her heart. Whether if it's in the bushes, or even if it's in front of everyone." |
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| − | "As much as I'd like to thank you for your devotion, I can't because you've absolutely misinterpreted something. I don't want THAT kind of service, rather, what I'm expecting from you is something altogether different." |
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| − | In that vein, the two of them carried on their playful banter as the scenery of the modern town flashed by them outside the window. |
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| − | Concrete buildings lined the main street, while T-Fords imported from America trundled along the paved roads. The street corners were littered with stands selling coffee, run by machine dolls. The dolls' body were made of tin, and their stiff, awkward movements were somehow amusing to watch. |
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| − | Machine City Liverpool. |
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| − | The point base from which the vast amount of cotton produced by the city of Manchester was exported to the rest of the world. The British Empire proudly boasted that it was one of, if not the best, port cities in the world. Recently however, it was also becoming famous for being the next city of academics, after Cambridge. |
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| − | Finally, the train pulled into the station, which had a beautiful iron dome as the highlight of its modern design. |
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| − | And then passed on through, without even a hint of slowing down. |
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| − | "Why didn't it stop?" "This was supposed to be the terminal station!" |
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| − | The passengers were stirring, doubt and dissatisfaction lining their voices. |
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| − | The train conductor burst through a door, a dire look on his face. |
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| − | "Everyone, please, please calm down and listen carefully to me." |
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| − | Having said so however, it was obvious that he himself was anything but calm. In a trembling voice, he continued on. |
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| − | "The brakes are not working!" |
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| − | There was a silence so quiet you could hear a drop of water. |
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| − | And then almost immediately, the entire carriage descended into a panicked frenzy. |
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| − | "Everyone calm down! It'll be fine, the train will eventually come to a halt on its own!" |
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| − | However, the conductor's voice did not register with anyone. It was lost amid the screaming and roaring of the passengers. |
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| − | In the first place, the train did not look remotely close to slowing down at all. This was probably because it was on a slope. |
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| − | It was simple physics. Anything on a downward slope would never naturally come to a stop. |
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| − | Like an omen of the catastrophe to come, the train literally began to shudder. At that moment— |
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| − | "Everybody, return to your seats!" |
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| − | All the passengers simultaneously turned to gaze at the speaker. |
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| − | The voice belonged to the person who had been bantering with the girl earlier, the Oriental youth. |
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| − | He was of small build and had a slender figure. His eyes were sharp like an eagle's. |
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| − | The young girl standing next to him was clad in a kimono. The kimono was short, and the fluttering of the cloth allowed one to catch an occasional glimpse of her thighs. Her bare shoulders showed off her lustrous skin, which was as white as snow. Her face did not have any outstanding parts, so at first glance she looked plain and simple, but in reality, her exceedingly well-ordered features was like a delicate work of art belonging to a museum. Her waist length hair shone with a brilliance that made it look like it was perpetually wet. Her skin was tender and soft like a white peach. She was shorter than the youth by a head, making her look like a literal doll. |
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| − | They weren't ordinary people. Overwhelmed by their presence, the passengers quietly returned to their seats. |
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| − | "Conductor, please inform the rest of the carriages as well. Those who do not wish to die should hold on tightly to their seats." |
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| − | It wasn't a request, it was an order. The conductor gave the briefest of nods, before dashing off into the next carriage. |
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| − | The youth watched him disappear, before making his way through the carriage. As he did so, his eyes came to rest on a seat next to him. |
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| − | A young girl was hugging her little sister, the latter curled up into a ball. |
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| − | There was fear reflected in her eyes. Her small frame made her resemble a frightened little squirrel. |
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| − | The youth flashed a clumsy smile at her, before placing his hand on her head. |
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| − | "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything." |
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| − | The youth took off his coat, and nimbly exited through a window, making his way to the top of the carriage. The kimono clad girl followed shortly after him. |
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| − | Moving with the form of acrobats, the pair swiftly ran to the front of the train. |
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| − | "Raishin, look at that!" |
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| − | "That's... a pretty sharp bend." |
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| − | The line running through downtown had a particularly harsh curve. If the train were to mount it, it would surely derail! |
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| − | "We have to stop it before it reaches the curve. In that case... Yaya, Shinkan Shijuuhachishou<ref>48th strike: Graveyard</ref>." |
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| − | "Got it!" |
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| − | Using the nose of the train as a base, the girl kicked off it, propelling her forward. The backlash was tremendous, causing the train to decelerate sharply. |
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| − | The girl sped through the air like a bullet, landing a considerable distance in front of the train. |
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| − | However, the train had not stopped. The train was rapidly charging straight towards her, about to run her over! |
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| − | The people below on the streets noticed the abnormal scene unfolding and started screaming. |
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| − | The youth however, remained unfazed. Bracing himself against the spout of the engine locomotive, he prepared some kind of attack. |
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| − | On doing so, the girl opened her palm towards him. In a flash, (something akin to) a bluish-white flame gushed forth, forming something like a chain that linked the girl and the youth together. |
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| − | The girl was now right in front of the train. The train with a weight of at least a few hundred tonnes was now bearing down on her— |
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| − | And then, a crash. |
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| − | It was an attack so strong the front of the train was dented in. The inertia of the carriages behind the front car carried them forward, causing them to collide into each other in succession. Some of the carriages were even forced upwards. The girl had driven her geta firmly into the ground, breaking the railroad tie and causing it to be lodged deep into the earth. A great amount of train ballast had been blown up into the air, and the girl herself had been driven back fifty meters or so. |
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| − | However, the girl was unharmed. |
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| − | Demonstrating her body's extreme sturdiness, she had completely stopped the runaway train dead in its tracks. As for the rest of the carriages, there were some which were slanted in different directions, some had their shafts broken, others had derailed... although, having said that much, none of the carriages had flipped over completely. While it was impossible that the injury rate would be zero, at the very least the number of casualties had been minimized. |
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| − | After confirming the train had come to a complete halt, the youth leapt down onto the tracks. |
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| − | "Well done Yaya. You sure as hell didn't hold back anything, did you?" |
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| − | The girl was delighted from the praise. She stuck her head out expectantly, fidgeting while waiting for him to pet her head. However, the youth abruptly turned on his heels. |
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| − | Just like that, he started walking back. Having no choice, the girl chased after him. |
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| − | When they returned to their carriage, a scene of carnage lay before them. Luggage was strewn about all over the place, and the moans and groans of the injured could be heard. Still, there were no serious casualties. Giving them a quick, unsympathetic glance, he began to search for his own trunk. |
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| − | "—Excuse me!" |
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| − | Just as he found his trunk, a voice called out to him from behind. |
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| − | It was the sisters from earlier. The elder sister was looking at the youth with a shy expression on her face. The younger sister timidly approached the youth with a slight smile on her face, holding out his coat. |
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| − | The youth took it, and turning to face the elder sister, curtly asked her. |
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| − | "Are you hurt?" |
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| − | "No. Um, are you... a mage?" |
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| − | "No. I'm a Puppeteer." |
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| − | "So, that girl over there, she's an automaton...?" |
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| − | Her eyes widening, she stared at the girl next to her (a little unnerved) |
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| − | Her shock was understandable. Blood flowed under the girl's skin, which had a slight tinge of red to it. She had a heartbeat, and she was breathing as well. No matter how you looked at it, she was totally human. |
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| − | This high level of detail in an automaton, while not unheard of in this place known as Machine City, was something that could hardly be called a common sight. For most of the residents here, the automata they were familiar with were mainly cheap tin constructs which had exposed gears and cylinders. |
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| − | The female form automaton, much like a real girl would, gave a gentle smile. |
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| − | "Yes, Yaya is Raishin's 'personal doll'. —Even in bed" |
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| − | That last part was an unnecessary remark. |
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| − | The passengers started whispering amongst themselves. The elder sister started blushing deeply while staring at them. |
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| − | "Nooooooooo you pervert!" |
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| − | Whoosh, went her open palm through the air, as she slapped the youth on the cheek. |
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| + | "Yeah. If it is for Raishin, whether it is to jump through water, tread on fire, or to jump directly in your bed..."<!-- お布団の中 is to jump in a futon, but I could be wrong... Zero2001: O futon no naka, means Into your futon(bed) so it's correct.--> |
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| − | Hugging her little sister, she ran away as fast as she could. |
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| + | "Let's forget about the bed." |
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| − | "Yaya..." |
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| + | "Is this what we call public se—" <!-- 青头仔 is the word used, and I have no idea how to translate it. Zero2001:It's a cutoff word I think it's full version was Aokan meaning public you-know-what. The sentence in the second line below supports this.--> |
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| − | "Yes, Raishin?" |
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| + | "What are you saying? What the hell are you saying with that pure face?" |
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| − | "Right now, there's this dark feeling swirling about in my heart. I wonder what it is?" |
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| + | "If it is Raishin's wish, Yaya will accept wholeheartedly, with dedication, even if it is outside or under the stares of the public." |
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| − | "...Lust?" |
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| + | "I'm very grateful for your concern, but I'm sure you've got something wrong. I'm not asking you to try hard for those sort of things, understand?" |
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| − | "Dammit Yaya! Why do you always keep saying things that will cause other people to get the wrong idea!" |
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| + | While their conversation continued like that, the view of a modern city passed by next to them. |
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| − | "But...! That girl was looking at Raishin with a lewd look in her eyes...!" |
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| + | From the wagon's windows, it could be seen that both sides of the streets had buildings of concrete standing next to each other. Running on the asphalt road were model T-Ford cars imported from the United States, while in the small plaza next to the street there were machine automatons selling coffee. The automatons' bodies were made of tin, and their clumsy movements were unnatural no matter how you looked at it. |
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| − | "You're the one who's looking at other people the wrong way!" |
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| + | Machinarts' metropolis, Liverpool. |
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| − | After being scolded, the girl dripped the hem of her kimono and looked down at her feet despondently. |
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| + | It is an exporter of Manchester's huge amounts of cotton towards every front line base in the world; a city which the British Empire considers a world trading port, and now, second only to the academic city of Cambridge. |
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| − | Her thin eyebrows pointed downwards, while tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. |
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| + | Not long after that, the train entered a modern station with an iron dome—. |
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| − | Her sad figure was painful to watch. The youth let out a sigh. |
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| + | It left immediately, and with quite a great speed. |
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| − | "Forget it. Let's go. If the police get here it'll be a hassle to deal with them." |
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| + | "Why isn't the train stopping?" "That was the terminal station!" |
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| − | "...Ok!" |
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| + | The travelers became noisy, and weren't happy to ask these kind of questions. |
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| − | Slinging his trunk over his shoulder, he started walking off. The clip-clop of the geta echoed as the girl followed closely behind him. |
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| + | At that time, the train conductor quickly ran towards them. |
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| − | Stepping off the carriage, the passengers could only watch dumfounded as they disappeared into the throng of people in the city. |
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| + | "Everyone, please! Please calm down and listen to what I'm about to say." |
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| + | The train conductor was shaking, and continued with a trembling voice. |
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| + | "The brakes won't work!" |
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| − | Machine civilization only started to blossom at the start of the 20th century. Alongside the remarkable development in science and technology, mankind was able to establish advanced magic as a system. |
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| + | There wasn't even the sound of a fly in the wagon. |
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| − | Machinart. An innovation which completely turned the world of magic upside down. |
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| + | The next moment, everyone in the train panicked. |
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| − | It involved running a magic circuit through an automaton, and having a puppeteer control it. This combination allowed the casting of magic that were faster, more detailed, and stronger than traditional methods. |
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| + | "Everyone please<!--it suits better than 'must' chancs--> calm down! It's fine, the train will stop naturally on its own!" |
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| − | With the advent of this technique, magi were able to compress complex magic circles and long incantations into automata, effectively being able to cast magic instantly. |
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| + | But that voice disappeared in the midst of lamentations and anger, so it couldn't reach anyone. |
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| − | At the same time however, this technique was also being exploited for military use. |
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| + | However the train showed no signs of slowing down, since it was probably on a downhill slope. If it was traveling towards the bottom, it can't stop naturally. |
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| − | The victory at Trafalgar, as well as the triumph at Waterloo. All these would not have been possible if not for the existence of the pride of British army, the Machinart Division |
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| + | The train conductor was shaking uncontrollably, as if it indicated that he was about to give up. Then— |
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| − | Of course, this wasn't restricted to just England. In this era, countries stockpiled automata in an escalating arms race, as well as continuing to develop new, talented puppeteers to control them. The major powers of the world were in a frenzied state trying to outdo each other. |
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| + | "EVERYONE, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS!" |
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| − | It was only a matter of time then, before the field of education became something of national importance. |
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| + | The sights of everyone were focused on a single person. |
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| + | The one who just yelled that was the boy who had been chatting with the girl just before. |
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| + | He wasn't tall and looked fragile, but his gaze was as sharp as that of a predator. <!--which just means bird of prey in short chancs-->. |
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| − | A few hours after the incident with the train, at the heart of the city of Liverpool. |
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| + | Beside him was standing a girl wearing a kimono, whose size was quite short, with her legs showing under the flat fabric while openly exposing her shoulders as white and shiny as snow. She had beautiful features, and at first glance, she gave off an impression of being unsophisticated—the harmony was just perfect, as if she was an art piece. The black hair reaching her waist was flashing with a moist luster, and her Rosy skin was wet and delicate. <!--Actually, the "healthy" in the last sentence was "白里透红" in Chinese, but I couldn't find a way to translate that well... Zero2001: It means Rosy as in Rose colored.--> |
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| − | A curious couple stopped before a massive gate. |
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| + | Considering that they gave a different feeling compared to others, the passengers quietly waited for those two to proceed to the next step. |
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| − | An Oriental youth and an automaton girl. It was the pair who had stopped the runaway train earlier. |
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| + | "Mr. Train conductor, also tell to the passengers in the wagon behind, that they cannot leave their seats no matter what." |
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| − | "The Royal Academy of Machinart, Walpurgis." |
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| + | The boy said that as if giving an order. The train conductor nodded repeatedly, and ran towards the wagon behind. |
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| − | The youth read out the words engraved onto the plate, with a cynical smile on his face. |
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| + | After seeing the train conductor leaving, the boy's gaze wavered through the wagon, and finally stopped on the seat beside him. |
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| − | "Famous for being the highest institute of education within the realm of magic. It looks more like a fort, no, maybe prison would be a better fit." |
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| + | There was a young little sister cuddling in her big sister's bosom, cringing to her. |
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| − | The scenery he was describing expanded before his eyes as his walked on. |
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| + | She had a timid expression in her eyes, and with her little young body, looked even weaker than a squirrel hanging to its life. |
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| − | Towering over the front was a large, majestic lecture hall which brought Buckingham Palace to mind when one looked at it. It's brick walls were easily 50 meters tall, and it's stone-wrought gate had little eye-holes set in them. The holes didn't seem like they were made to repel incoming enemies, they felt more like they were there to shoot down any fleeing students. As further proof, the gatekeeper wasn't monitoring activity from the town, but rather, keeping an eye on the premises. |
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| + | The boy showed a choppy smile to the little girl, and patted her head. |
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| − | Even the most conservative of people would have to admit the whole thing was pretty overbearing. The school was as frightening as a military base. |
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| + | "Don't worry, you'll be saved for sure." |
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| − | However, unfazed by it all, the automaton girl pointed towards the dormitories. |
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| + | The boy took off his clothes, easily sneaked out from the window to climb to the wagon's roof, with the girl wearing a kimono lithely following him behind. |
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| − | "Look over there Raishin. That's our new love nest. <big><big>♥</big></big>" |
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| + | The two of them ran towards the head of the train as if they were acrobats. |
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| − | She was in high spirts. |
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| + | "Look at that, Raishin!" |
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| − | In contrast, the youth was unnaturally silent. Noticing this, she tilted her head at him. |
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| + | "There's...a curve ahead." |
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| − | "What's wrong, Raishin? You look depressed." |
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| + | On the rails in front, there was a big curve, so if the train arrives there, it will certainly derail! |
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| − | "Once we pass through that gate, you know you won't be able to return to the world for a quite a while right?" |
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| + | "So make the train stop before we get there. Shinkan 48 shou<ref>Calm forest; 48 clashes</ref>. |
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| − | Testing her resolve, the youth stared straight into the eyes of the girl. |
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| + | "Yes!" |
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| − | "It's the law of this country. All automata belonging to the students of the Academy cannot step foot into town until after graduation." |
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| + | The girl kicked the front of the train head, and jumped forward in the same direction as the train. Since it got the reaction force from the move, the train immediately slowed down. |
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| − | Her hand on her chest, the girl spoke without hesitation, like she was reciting a pledge. |
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| + | The girl flew towards the sky like a bullet, and landed on the ground quite far from the initial place, but the train still didn't stop. As the distance continually shortened, they were going to collide in a flash! |
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| − | "The only place Yaya desires to be is where Raishin is. Whether it's on the battlefield, or in prison, that will never change." |
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| + | The pedestrians on the road noticed that something was wrong, and started screaming. |
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| − | "You think too highly of me. I'm merely using you as a tool for revenge." |
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| + | The boy didn't panic, and put his own body on the front of the train head, ready to receive the shock. |
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| − | "Don't be so hard on yourself Raishin. Yaya was a mere doll created by Shouko, from the day I was born I was but a mere tool. And then once this tool was given a purpose, she started living for the first time in her life." |
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| + | Then, he spread out both of his hands towards the girl. At this moment, a white flame was suddenly shot, and as if it was a lock, and connected the boy and the girl together. |
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| − | Her gentle smile was as beautiful as the blooming of a flower. |
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| + | The girl was already in front of his eyes. Several hundred tons of mass were already added on the girl's body. |
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| − | "I'll always be by your side Rashin. Even when you're in your futon." |
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| + | Then, she charged! |
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| − | "I'll have to decline that. However, keep up that strong resolve of yours." |
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| + | It was an attack meant to cave in the steel body of the train. The passengers in the wagons behind first fell down one after the other, and then ended up in mid-air.<!--some how falling down and then in mid-air doesn't add up Zero2001: First they fell down then they got thrown in the air by the railcars becoming like this /\/\.--> The girl's wooden clogs sank into the ground, and the railway's tie snapped, embedding into the ground. Like this, a great quantity of dust rose over while she was pushed back of around fifty meters. |
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| − | The youth relaxed his face, and strode forwards with firm steps. |
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| + | However, the girl was perfectly intact. |
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| − | On that day, the solitary youth, alongside his peerless automaton, passed through the gates into the academy. |
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| + | Her body showed a surprising tenacity, stopping entirely the runaway train. |
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| − | With that, what awaited him was that banquet of strife— |
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Prologue
"Yaya is really cute. Yaya is too cute. She's the cutest girl in the world."
The girl held her hands together and spoke those words like a prayer.
In the afternoon sunlight, the train flying over the rails blew its whistle. It was heading from London to Liverpool. In the second-class wagon sat two people wearing exotic clothes.
From their appearance, it seemed that they were Orientals, this pair consisting of a boy and a girl.
It wasn't only their appearance that was strange, but also because they seemed to be really lacking common sense. The girl's body was leaning towards the sleeping boy wrapped in thick clothing, while murmuring something in a low voice.
"Yaya is too cute, I love you, Yaya. Yaya has so much charm, Yaya is my wife —"
That whispering suddenly stopped.
The boy had opened both of his eyes and was gazing forward with a sharp look.
"...So you woke up, Raishin."
"What are you saying near someone else's ear?
"To make Raishin fall for Yaya, Yaya is reciting a charm."
"It's not really that, right? You just want to pollute my spirits, right?"
Completely ignoring the accusations, the girl heartily looked outside the window and said:
"Raishin, look, we have already arrived at 'Machine City'."
"Sigh, we've finally arrived. It has already been half a day since we departed from London. I'm so tired that even my butt is starting to hurt."
"The 'Greatest School in Western Europe' is very close now."
The girl said with a smile on her face.
"We will be attending that school full-time, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then there will be only the two of us alone the entire night, right?"
"You can put it like that..."
"We can continue these sleepless nights then?"
"Nope. I want to sleep, okay? If you cause some mess, I'll throw you out, okay?"
"......!?"
"Why are you putting on an expression of sorrow as if you've been bullied? By the way, we aren't here to play."
An expression of doubt appeared on the girl's face, while her black pupils painfully shuddered.
"...It should be on this street that the Wiseman's night party is organized."
A panicked expression immediately appeared on the girl's face.
"The magicians launched that bloody party in order to choose the supreme ruler..."
"Aah. It will entirely depend on you."
"Yeah. If it is for Raishin, whether it is to jump through water, tread on fire, or to jump directly in your bed..."
"Let's forget about the bed."
"Is this what we call public se—"
"What are you saying? What the hell are you saying with that pure face?"
"If it is Raishin's wish, Yaya will accept wholeheartedly, with dedication, even if it is outside or under the stares of the public."
"I'm very grateful for your concern, but I'm sure you've got something wrong. I'm not asking you to try hard for those sort of things, understand?"
While their conversation continued like that, the view of a modern city passed by next to them.
From the wagon's windows, it could be seen that both sides of the streets had buildings of concrete standing next to each other. Running on the asphalt road were model T-Ford cars imported from the United States, while in the small plaza next to the street there were machine automatons selling coffee. The automatons' bodies were made of tin, and their clumsy movements were unnatural no matter how you looked at it.
Machinarts' metropolis, Liverpool.
It is an exporter of Manchester's huge amounts of cotton towards every front line base in the world; a city which the British Empire considers a world trading port, and now, second only to the academic city of Cambridge.
Not long after that, the train entered a modern station with an iron dome—.
It left immediately, and with quite a great speed.
"Why isn't the train stopping?" "That was the terminal station!"
The travelers became noisy, and weren't happy to ask these kind of questions.
At that time, the train conductor quickly ran towards them.
"Everyone, please! Please calm down and listen to what I'm about to say."
The train conductor was shaking, and continued with a trembling voice.
"The brakes won't work!"
There wasn't even the sound of a fly in the wagon.
The next moment, everyone in the train panicked.
"Everyone please calm down! It's fine, the train will stop naturally on its own!"
But that voice disappeared in the midst of lamentations and anger, so it couldn't reach anyone.
However the train showed no signs of slowing down, since it was probably on a downhill slope. If it was traveling towards the bottom, it can't stop naturally.
The train conductor was shaking uncontrollably, as if it indicated that he was about to give up. Then—
"EVERYONE, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS!"
The sights of everyone were focused on a single person.
The one who just yelled that was the boy who had been chatting with the girl just before.
He wasn't tall and looked fragile, but his gaze was as sharp as that of a predator. .
Beside him was standing a girl wearing a kimono, whose size was quite short, with her legs showing under the flat fabric while openly exposing her shoulders as white and shiny as snow. She had beautiful features, and at first glance, she gave off an impression of being unsophisticated—the harmony was just perfect, as if she was an art piece. The black hair reaching her waist was flashing with a moist luster, and her Rosy skin was wet and delicate.
Considering that they gave a different feeling compared to others, the passengers quietly waited for those two to proceed to the next step.
"Mr. Train conductor, also tell to the passengers in the wagon behind, that they cannot leave their seats no matter what."
The boy said that as if giving an order. The train conductor nodded repeatedly, and ran towards the wagon behind.
After seeing the train conductor leaving, the boy's gaze wavered through the wagon, and finally stopped on the seat beside him.
There was a young little sister cuddling in her big sister's bosom, cringing to her.
She had a timid expression in her eyes, and with her little young body, looked even weaker than a squirrel hanging to its life.
The boy showed a choppy smile to the little girl, and patted her head.
"Don't worry, you'll be saved for sure."
The boy took off his clothes, easily sneaked out from the window to climb to the wagon's roof, with the girl wearing a kimono lithely following him behind.
The two of them ran towards the head of the train as if they were acrobats.
"Look at that, Raishin!"
"There's...a curve ahead."
On the rails in front, there was a big curve, so if the train arrives there, it will certainly derail!
"So make the train stop before we get there. Shinkan 48 shou[1].
"Yes!"
The girl kicked the front of the train head, and jumped forward in the same direction as the train. Since it got the reaction force from the move, the train immediately slowed down.
The girl flew towards the sky like a bullet, and landed on the ground quite far from the initial place, but the train still didn't stop. As the distance continually shortened, they were going to collide in a flash!
The pedestrians on the road noticed that something was wrong, and started screaming.
The boy didn't panic, and put his own body on the front of the train head, ready to receive the shock.
Then, he spread out both of his hands towards the girl. At this moment, a white flame was suddenly shot, and as if it was a lock, and connected the boy and the girl together.
The girl was already in front of his eyes. Several hundred tons of mass were already added on the girl's body.
Then, she charged!
It was an attack meant to cave in the steel body of the train. The passengers in the wagons behind first fell down one after the other, and then ended up in mid-air. The girl's wooden clogs sank into the ground, and the railway's tie snapped, embedding into the ground. Like this, a great quantity of dust rose over while she was pushed back of around fifty meters.
However, the girl was perfectly intact.
Her body showed a surprising tenacity, stopping entirely the runaway train.
To be completed
References and Translation Notes
- ↑ Calm forest; 48 clashes
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