Editing Kaze no Stigma:Volume6 Chapter 2 (section)

=== Part 3 ===



Narrowly hiding themselves from the Police, Fire Department and the large number of people that gathered there, those two took a short rest in a small park. 

Ayano grumbled, glaring. 

"Geez, why do I have to sneak out like some kind of culprit? But since I became familiar to you I kind of got used to it."

"Hey, wait a minute! You're the main cause of the uproar this time. I was just dragged into it."

"I'm also a victim! To make matter worse, since you let the enemy escape, I don't know anything about their reason."

"Now that you mention it, that's right. What are they trying to do, picking a fight with the Kannagi with that level of power -"

While speaking, Kazuma suddenly moved his line of sight. At the same time, he took a small step back. 

In front of his eyes, a small figure passed through at a fair amount of speed. 

Ayano was faintly surprised and Kazuma, thoroughly indifferent, let the shadow - the retreating figure of the Fujutsushi boy pass.

"Kuuh."

The boy charging in with the intention of a surprise attack nimbly turned around and faced Kazuma. 

This time he put himself of guard, his back dropping, as if carefully searching for an opportunity. 

"The brat from earlier, huh --- Did you follow us? What a persistent jerk."

The boy shouted at Kazuma who spoke so like he was disgusted. 

"Give it back!"

"------Aah?"

"Give it back! Kokusen is mine!"

That's when he noticed. The boy's gaze wasn't turned towards Kazuma but towards what Kazuma was holding in his hand. 

The object that became so familiar to him he actually forgot he was holding it in his hand was, in the end, a borrowed thing. 

It was only natural for the boy to chase after it since it was taken away. 

"Then say so from the beginning."

While Kazuma spoke even more astounded, he held out Kokusen's handle in front of him. As if leaping, the boy tore it off. 

"Your manners are pretty bad - ", grumbled Kazuma blind at his own shortcomings with a backward glance at the boy who hugged Kokusen closely with an expression of relief. 

But not later than that, that face had a cramp.

"Eeh......wah......"

Letting out a confused voice, the boy patted the spear all over with both his hands. 

Next he pushed it to the sky as if including feeling into it and pressed the handle against his forehead. 

In the end he started swinging it as making a pattern. 

"What is he doing?"

"Who knows. The dance of victory handed down in the family?"

"......They're not some kind of aboriginals, right?"

To make matters worse, that didn't have the ''flow'' that could give the impression of a dance, its integrity. 

Judging from the way it was nonsensically yielded, it looked like simple confusion. 

After a short while, trepidly watching over it, the boy suddenly stopped his (looks like ) dance. And then, he stood rock still in blank amazement. 

That sad sight, was like ''the portrait of despair'' came alive. 

If a human with an honest heart were to be there, it was impossible not to feel pity. 

".........Did something happen?" asked Ayano worried, as expected. 

With a dumbfounded expression, perhaps not even understanding who was asking, the boy answered in a small voice. 

"Kokusen......is not answering......."

"------Eh?"

Ayano was befuddled, not comprehending what the boy was saying. But, the next moment, understanding the reason of it, she nodded deeply. 

"Aah, I see."

In a way, it was to be expected. 

Kokusen crossed over to the present day's - no, if it's unlucky possibly the all-time-highest Fujutsushi, the <<Contractor>> who contracted the Spirit Lord of the Wind. 

The secret treasure obtained by its highest master -there is plenty of possibility it would refuse to be used by everyone else beside him. 

Even in Ayano's case, if Juugo or Genma were to use Enraiha, there is a high possibility it would turn like that. 

If something like that were to occur, she should go through a tedious ceremony identical with the inheritance one.

"So, what will you do?"

With a sidelong glance at the boy suffering a heartache, Ayano asked Kazuma. 

"Will you take this opportunity to make the sacred treasure of the Wind yours?"

"-----!!"

At those words that seemed to instigate robbery, the boy caught his breath sharply. 

He set up Kokusen with open vigilance but the sacred treasure that turned into nothing more but a spear, has no power to drive Kazuma away. 

".......You."

Ayano smiled with the feeling of a performer at Kazuma who grumbled at her reproachfully. 

She was quite enjoyed. 

With one lazy sigh, Kazuma stepped up to the boy. And then, he casually seized Kokusen. 

"Le - let go!"

The boy pulled the spear towards himself with a desperate look. It seems that in the middle of the agitation, he even forgot to use Fujutsu. 

Understandably, when it comes to physical strength - Kazuma was overwhelmingly superior. 

The boy dropped his back and tried to cling to it rather than pull the spear but even so Kazuma's posture wasn't destroyed. 

"No, no way.....this is.....only this......tch-"

"You're noisy. Just grasp it tightly then."

"----Eeh?"

The boy reflexively looked up at Kazuma. But, without paying attention to him, he gently closed his eyes. 

And then - 

"Wow........"

At the fantastic scene materializing right in front of her, Ayano let out a voice of wonder that couldn't be expressed into words. 

The blue, sparkling wind coiled in a whirlpool before her eyes. 

At times strong, at times tender, it was blowing through playfully as if dancing. 

Fro somewhere, a transparent, refreshing sound could be heard. 

Like a song, like a prayer, an exquisite echo permeated her ears. 

''"Are the Wind Spirits singing? No, it's not only that--- "''

One more ''<<Voice>>'' responding to the wind's song rose from the jet black spear held by both Kazuma ans the boy. 

It was a strong multi-layered low tone. That sound, contrastive with the light and clear wind song melted into it wonderfully without feeling out of place. 

Without one side pressing the other, a symbiotic relation matching each other mutually. 

The tune spun as a result was the building up of a miraculous chord that could never be reproduced by musical instruments from the human world.

"He is....resonating with, Kokusen......"

Ayano involuntarily stared at Kazuma. It was clear that this miraculous scene was something done by the means of his power. 

Probably right now, inside those closed eyelids, those pupils are shedding a blue light. 

"Aah-----"

While gazing at it intoxicated, suddenly the blue wind disappeared without any trailing note. At the same time Kazuma opened his eyes. 

Those pupils already returned to usual color but even so, she thought she saw a bottomless brilliance dwelling into them - either way, it must have been her imagination. 

On the other side, the boy was looking around the surroundings with an irrelevant face. 

The contest of he spirits and the spear didn't seemed to bring any change to the surface but that was only reasonable. 

But after a few seconds, opening his eyes wide, he looked at Kokusen. 

"........Eeh? Aah......!"

On the surface nothing changed. But the people found there clearly grasped the change. 
 
The spear that until now was nothing but a lump of metal recovered its overwhelming power. 

That power of the spear itself wrapped the boy clasping it and formed one ''field''. 

Once more, the sacred treasure recognized the boy as it's master. 

The boy, instantly expressing delight on his face, immediately glared at Kazuma stiffening. 

"You.....what did you do?"

As for Kazuma, he looked down at him with the smile of a mischievous boy. 

"It's a secret."

"You!"

"What! If you're dissatisfied I can easily return it to the previous condition."

"------!!"

Panicking the boy hid Kokusen to his back. Of course, it wasn't something he could hide with his small build.

Ignoring the boy's reaction Kazuma said. 

"For the time being, I'll invite you to Kannagi-san's house. There's a lot I want to ask of you --- you also had business with her right?"

"---------------------------------------Aah"

After a short silence, carrying a strong will in his pupil, the boy nodded. 



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