Zero no Tsukaima:Volume8 Chapter2 - MTL

Chapter 2, Saito’s morning.

RING RING RING RING RING RING!...The alarm clock rang, and Saito opened his sleepy eyes.

He slowly climbed out of his bed.

This is Earth’s Japan, Tokyo and his own family’s two story six rooms home. In his own bedroom. In an instant, he had a strange feeling, a kind of feeling that is difficult to explain.

It was his bedroom! But why was there an sense of unease?

Still half a sleep and half awake, Saito looked at the cat-like alarm clock: 8:30AM. The sense of unease was melted away, and he screamed, “CRAP!” and flipped out of the bed.

Isn’t this time almost late?

Saito leaped down the stairs and reached the first floor, then screamed at his mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

“Mother! Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Don’t I always tell you, you have to get up on your own in the morning?”

In that instant, an overwhelming sense of homesickness nearly ran him over.

Looking at his mother’s back, Saito had a sense of someone seeing a loved one long lost, although he saw his mother’s shadow everyday, why was there such an overwhelming sense?

But now is not the time to worry about it, he was almost late for school. Saito flew into the living room, put on the school uniform he left there, and then ran back to the kitchen with mother: “I'm already late, gotta go mom!” grabbing a piece of toast from the kitchen table, then stuffing it into his mouth like a mouse, swallowing as he dashed out the door.

Ou of the house and straight into the residential streets.

Saito suddenly froze on the spot.

Mother often complained about the house across the streets and its terrible red walls. Saito took the time to “borrow” a couple fruits from neighbor’s date tree. And the ground near a nearby tree lamp has a vending machine for fruit juice.

The usual and normal scene. Although it is an scene he is used to, but there was an overwhelming sense of longing, filling him with an sense of (untranslated.)

This is third time today he felt this strange.

Saito stood there dumbfounded, unable to come up with a reason for this.

In that moment, someone called out to him from behind.

“Saito-san!”

Saito turned around, only to find a black haired girl in his school's uniform standing there.

“Siesta!”

There was no mistake, it was really siesta.

Used to be a maid in the Tristan Academy for Magical Arts, yet now stood there wearing a school uniform.

Sieasta wore the western clothes Saito saw before, giving her a fresh sense of cuteness. Along with the mini-skirt worn by other students, blue western blouse with an white shirt, along with knee length socks.

What would be Siesta doing in Tokyo?

Why is she wearing his school’s uniform?

Although he still had some difficult to explain questions, but let’s take care of the first question that comes to mind. “Why are you dressed like this?”

Siesta answered Saito's question with a confused look.

“Because Saito-san and I go to the same school, isn’t it normal I wear the same uniform?”

Oh, it is so. Saito nodded in understanding. The way she said it seemed to be correct, but right now Saito’s head was a little fuzzy, so he couldn’t really pinpoint what was wrong.

Siesta ran by, grabbing on to Saito’s arm.

“Wait wait wait wait…”

Siesta’s face turned red, unable to finish her sentence.

“I have been waiting for you for a while…I want to go to school together….so..”

“Oh, is that so? Ok, let’s go together.”

Forget it, she is so cute, going together shouldn’t be a problem. Saito dismissed the question that came floating into his head.

“Great!” Sieta said smiling and took a step forward. The spring wind flew against her body.

“Oh!” The strong wind lifted her short skirt.

The skirt revealed snow-white flesh, causing Saito to pinch his nose in reflex.

“Why, Siesta, why are you not wearing any underwear?”

Siesta using her hands to hold down her skirt, shamefully replied, “Because, because I am not one of those noble born girls, who own those flowery panties…”

“Japan doesn’t have any of those nobilities!”

“That is true…”

That is a really strange answer, Saito thought, (untranslated)

It seems everything makes sense, yet it feels nothing does…

Just as the two stood there dumbfounded…

Saito was sent flying by a force slamming behind him, and instantly collapsed on the ground in front of him.

The person who knocked him down was a peach haired girl. She also had a piece of bread in her mouth and complained at the same time, “Late, late, I am late!”

The young girl continues her complaints then turned around, stomping Saito several more times with her foot.

“You! You!”

Saito desperately tried to get up.

“Ah, late, really late!!”

The young girl swang her foot again, this time aiming for Saito’s face; Saito collapsed again with a yelp.

“Miss La. Varille!”Siesta yelled angrily.

“Ah….late, I said we are late!”

The girl that is called La Varille continued to scream "late", yet at the same time dance on Saito’s fallen body.

Saito lying on the ground, shouted loudly, “If you know you are late, then stop dancing on my body!”

With that shout, the tiny peach haired girl stopped. With her arms around her chest, she stared at Saito and asked, “Where were you staring at? Your face is red!” There was a sense of unease in her voice as she asked.

This young lady wore the same style of uniform as Siesta’s - Saito’s school uniform. But the way she wore it was different. She kept her tux’s buttons left open, and kept the tie loose, which made her appear to be very loose. But that peach hair and tea colored eyes were indeed Louise.

“Why are you wearing your clothes like that?”

But Louise didn’t even appear to notice Saito’s question.

“Where were you looking at? Speak!”

“It has nothing to do with you!” Just as Saito finished, he was rewarded with Louise’s foot in his face.

“Of course it has to do with me! You are my familiar, So no matter what happens you are only allowed to look at me! If you look at other people, I will teach you a lesson!”

Louise stared at Siesta angrily as she yelled.

“So, so, so when you go stare at the big breasted maid, then it means serious punishment! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“What are you joking about?” Saito yelled. He jumped up and grabbed Louise’s shoulder.

“Eh…” Louise yelped sharply as she collapsed on the ground, and Saito landed on top of her, his eyes transfixed on her face.

“You, what are you doing? …you, you plan to attack your master?”

“Correct.”

“Don’t you dare doing anything! I am a noble, you are a commoner!”

“Noble princesses wouldn’t dress like this!”

Saito pointed at Louise’s (something about an elephant?).

“What, what’s the matter? What I wear is my own business! You are only a familiar, mind your own business!”

“What familiar? What nobility? What Master? It is not same here! Because we are in Japan!”

Translation of this segment is suspended until further notice, a short summary is this: Saito tried to violate Louise, got hit on the head by Siesta and a frying pan, then the Princess came with her Limo, then Saito got ran over by Saffon and Jessica on an American Bike, then Cattylea tried to leash Saito as a Dog while Louise tried to kill him several times in the process for suspecting getting fresh with Siesta, Cattylea, Jessica and the princess…

Louise continued to scream about (something flying). Suddenly, Saito was caught by something that was flying in the air.

“Fly, Flying??”

Saito looked up, and found himself caught by a Wind Dragon. Sitting on the Drake was a blue haired girl, it turned out to be Tabitha and her familiar, (Familiar’s name untranslated), the familiar (name again) put Saito on its back.

Not understanding why, Tabitha was wearing an airplane stewardess outfit. A young girl like Tabitha wearing a stewardess dress, appears very, very strange. Like a gag in a story.

Even though Tabitha was dressed like this she still remained focused on her book.

“What, what the..Oh, it is you…never mind, thank you for saving me.”

But Tabitha remained the same as a ever, without making a sound.

Saito remained silent for a moment, but everything became even more awkward, so he decided to find a topic to chat about, and finally saw Tabitha’s book.

“You know I always wondered…what kind of books are you always reading?”

Tabitha refused to answer.

Without any other method, Saito decided to go behind her and peek at the book. When he saw the title, he could not stop laughing: “Ah? Romance Technique-How to make boys like you…you…is this kind of book??? AHAHAHHAHAHAHA! You have this kind of interest??”

Tabitha, without replying, continued to leaf through the book. Her eyes did not reveal a sliver of emotion, so it was impossible to tell if she was mad or embarrassed.

“That kind of thing, no matter how many books you read, is useless. First you have to learn how to talk to a boy. Because the purpose of your heart is important.” Saito appeared to be very knowledgeable about the matter and added: “No matter what, a person like you who never talks, is an impossible situation.”

Saito lightly patted Tabitha’s head, and Tabitha just nodded her head toward his hand.

“Right, use me as an model, let’s practice talking”

The blue haired girl silently stared at Saito’s face. No matter how hard he tried, nothing was coming out of Tabitha’s mouth.

“Hey, what are you planning? If it is like this you will never find a boyfriend! Come, Come on! You should know more words than spells, come on! Say something!”

He remained half joking, shaking the little girl’s head left and right. In that moment, Tabitha stood up.

“I know it.”

“Oh?”

Tabitha remained expressionless, but like a robot she spat out a string of words: “Can’t find an boyfriend? Mind your business! Stuck between the maid and the boob-less mage you have no rights to talk about me. Someone like you, all you need to see is the princess or the village girl’s big sister type, and instantly have that “look”, really a mess. Then you will say ‘no no, I can’t do this kind of thing, because I am from another world, so I cannot support your feelings.’ But while you talk, your body doesn’t react the same way”

“You, You” Saito’s head became red as a tomato.

“A person like you would seriously annoy them both, you make them want to come after you with violence.”

Saito looked at Tabitha’s height and replied, “You, you little chibi, don’t talk so spirited like that.”

The girl’s body is a head shorter than Louise, But Tabitha’s expression remained unchanged, and added, “Who is a chibi? You are the real chibi right? A brainless person like you who try to step into two ships with one foot (I.E two-timing-Editor), you are ten years to early!”

Saito suddenly curled into a ball aboard the Wind Dragon. Because (editor: Raw apparently used the feminine “she” but it is hard to make sense here) he apparently was kicked in the chin. Tabitha followed it with a straight kick in Saito’s face.

“I should keep you as a pet.”

“Stop joking!”

“What are you talking about? You are very happy right? You like it don’t you? You want a girl like me to take care of you right? It is completely written in your face!”

“You, YOU!”

Saito leaped up, grabbing Tabitha’s shoulder. Then the two’s gaze met. In this moment, Tabitha’s face turned red. Her change made Saito’s heart leap.

“How did you manage to show a look like that?”

But Tabitha’s next attack knocked Saito beyond belief: “ Please..”

“Please?”

“Please be gentle with me.”

Please, please be gentle? You, you, Saito looked like an air-less goldfish with his mouth opening and closing.

The next offensive completely ripped his command center open. (Is a Chinese saying for “shellshocked”-editor)

“Je, Je..”

“Je?” (Editor -Je-Wen means the way to kiss, she only said the first word)

“The way to kiss, teach it to me”

What is she talking about? Saito completely unable to understand.

But, it was really cute.

The rest of the chapter goes on with Saito’s appraisal of Tabitha’s sex appeal and Jail-bait factor, tried to refuse her, then Louise and a (DANGER: DRUNK) Siesta came with Wing Zero and tried to shot him down in their usual fury. He then fall down and wake up in a roomful of kids and Tiffania. This will be translated sometime in the future-Editor.