Stifled giggles and frank laughter. Contemptuous and indifferent looks. Mina Kino clearly overdid it. Maybe I'm wrong, but if not, it's war. How else to clarify?
Approaching the queue, at the end of which there was a grinning Sugowara, I pulled a friendly smile on my face, and two meters away from him I stretched out my hand for a handshake. Now the main thing is to distract him: surprise, confuse, anything, so long as he does not turn on the "armor", which even Virtuosos do not wear all the time. And a warrior, a teenager and just a self-confident person even more so.
— Sugowara-san, let me…
Once — and the chopstick I grabbed from the table enters his left shoulder, after which it immediately breaks. Two — and the hand extended for a handshake clenches into a fist and hits him in the groin. Three — and my right leg cuts the support of this boor, and my left hand pushes, helping to fall. Everything happened in less than a second. There is a control one left. I put my foot on his chest and take out his money.
— ...to pay for your trip to the doctor.
And with these words, I shove the money into his jacket pocket. After that, I'll shaggy his head like some stupid boy.
If it didn't work out with a chopstick, I would have to prove that my Aikido is cooler than him, and clean the floors with his help. It's also shameful, given the difference in our ranks, but much longer.
—This is a lesson for you kids," I said, coming up to our table. — If you have already done a dirty trick,
always
be ready for an answer.
I missed the next lesson when I went home to change. But already at home, I suddenly
wanted to skip all the others so much that I did not deny myself this. I just called Raydon to warn him not to wait for me.
* * *
Sheena was annoyed.
— And what does all this mean?
Sheena was angry.
—What are you talking about, Shin-chan?"
Sheena did not expect this from her friend.
— What kind of... nonsense happened in the dining room?
Finding a simple reason for a fight and showing how weak he is is not at all like publicly shaming and then beating him up.
— I don't understand you, my friend. If you're talking about this jerk, — she's wrong, — and Togetsu…
- yes! Demons damn you. It's about Shinji and that jerk!
- But what have I got to do with it?!
— Don't piss me off, Kino, it's better not.
—But... really... what's that got to do with me?"
— Should I tell you the name of your accomplice?
"Uh... okay, okay," Mina waved her hands a couple of times. — Well, I wanted to teach him a lesson, well now.
— Teach you a lesson? And for what?
Anyone from the Koyama family hearing that tone of Shin's would think of Kagami first.
— Well, this is... to be more polite… So that he knows his place!
Sheena even squeezed her eyes shut at that moment, trying to restrain herself.
—Be polite," the brunette said, looking up. — After he was trampled into the dirt in front of half the school? Lowered into the shit and laughed?! — the girl was practically hissing. — Didn't you think that if Shinji had a little less developed intelligence and a little less arrogance, then they would have taught you politeness already? My grandfather would have taught, my mother would have taught, and my father would have gone to cut out your whole family! Sheena growled the last sentence loudly. Fortunately, the backyard, where the girl dragged her friend, was completely empty and no one could hear them.
—Wait, Shi-chan, wait… Why would they... but how would I…
— Ah, you don't know. What do you know about him? What do you even know about his relationship with my family?! Or maybe you know something about his relatives? Or about his father? Is it really nothing at all?
— Shi...
— Maybe you've lived with him side by side all your life? No?
— The tire...
— A-a-a! You probably…
— Wait, Sheena...
— ... sat by his bed when he was in a fever for two days?
What, not either?
— Wait a minute!
"Or was he blocking you from
a pack
of damn dogs?"
Having fallen silent, the girl, red with anger, stared into the eyes of her... friend, for now.
—Sheena...— said Kino, somehow lost.
"You don't know anything about him. You don't seem to know me either.
What makes you think
he
should be more polite?
—But you yourself... said... behaved..." she was already whispering the last words.
— I have the right to do so. But only me. No one else," and, passing her palm over her face, she added: "My sister is still. But my parents and grandfather... adults, can't afford this. But even I was overreacting, and I shouldn't have done that. Fool.
— But you can't explain it to the whole school...
— That's why you're a fool.
— I understand. No, I don't understand, but... well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.
— So you're a fool. You don't have to apologize to me.
— So that I?.. In front of him?!
— Don't be stupid, Cinema. I'm not asking you to be friends. But you'll apologize to him. And if you then at least once… Anything else… Then we will at least stop being friends. It's better for you not to know about the maximum.
— Come on, come on, I understand everything. Don't touch, don't notice. What's complicated here?
— Oh-ho-ho. Even so, if you can't figure it out.
— That's all right. Maybe we should go then?
— Let's go.
But along with the ground under his feet, curiosity returned to the Cinema. And after a while, already going up to her floor, she asked:
— Hmm, Sheena, and what about his relatives there?
"You don't want to know.
— Oh, come on…
Wincing at the commoner tactlessness with which her friend got into the affairs of the family, Sheena thought that the Cinema would still have to be raised to its level.
— You. Better. Don't. Know.
* * *
In principle, I would love to finish this day playing on the computer, but today I have an appointment with Akemi at the Swallow club. In the end, you can play the computer there. And it's even better to stop by Somatz. Since it was a free day, why not?
Somatsu didn't like the name. Mangaka managed to come up with a dozen names for the main character, and, as the Japanese like, with a double or even triple interpretation. That's just in my... uh, well, you understand, these names didn't fit into my plot. I had to explain to him that Naruto's name was also not sucked out of my finger. Impressed. Although what, it would seem? Is it really because I already have the whole plot painted? So it's time to get used to it. But he did not give up, immediately gave out a couple more names that he thought could fit into the plot of the manga. In short, after an hour of wrangling, I pressed him. He said that if he didn't destroy everything that had already been drawn, I would drag him through the courts. And someone more accommodating will create the manga for me. And his previous achievements will not return the nerves I spent on him.
Going outside, I wondered how long my threat would last. Apparently, it turned out that for a couple of months. Well, Taro, if I didn't do everything I could, then I did a lot. Use it.
I got to the Swallow by five. The club will open in an hour, and Akemi should appear in an hour. The desire to sit at my computer disappeared at home at Somatsu, but there was a need to make fun of someone. I even had a regular body for this now. I think a couple of hours of studying with me won't make Kazuki run away. In any case, he needs to improve his physical fitness. And only after I am satisfied with his skills, I will send him to Vasya. Let them have fun too, hammering into him the basics of bahir management. And then we'll see.
At seven-thirty, Shotgun sent a text message: "VIP-6", and I went to meet with Akemi. All VIP rooms were of the same type and differed only in color. Number six, the woman boss's favorite room, was red and white.
— Here you go. — With these words, two folders, blue and green, fell into my lap. — In the green — almost the perfect task for you. The house is outside the city, away from people, so you can shoot recklessly — no one will hear. In the mansion, in addition to the Teacher, he is the owner of the house, there are only guards, but they are so, for extras and authority, they do not represent anything. The official goal is a bunch of keys. He always puts them in his safe at night. The Teacher himself is an adept of fire, about which you know a lot. I've seen a lot of things too, so I can give you a couple of tips.
Judging by the photos, it's an ordinary Japanese-style mansion. With a park, a pond and a rock garden. But the Teacher himself mowed under a cowboy, which looked wild against the background of such a house.
"He's an unpleasant guy," I said, looking at the photo.
— Yeah, and he also likes little boys. And considering that you can't stand such informals, you're even lucky in this with your goal. Killing will be easier.
"Killing is always difficult," I said thoughtfully, looking through the rest of the information. — The impulse of death is the same for sinners and the righteous.
— What, I'm sorry? The impulse of death?
Mm, perhaps I blurted out too much. Well, well now.
— I feel the moment of a person's death. And this, believe me, is unpleasant. Tolerable, but unpleasant.
The same Zombie so became the mentor of witchers in my world — one day he could not kill. A rare event among people like me. We all feel death, but this does not prevent us from bringing it to people, but Zombies and a few like him are literally hooked if someone is killed within their sensitivity. Moreover, it does not depend on the strength and experience of the witcher, it happened at the very beginning of his career. And it happened, as with Zombies, already at the end. He himself, for example, was a Master. It seems like even with Absolutes, this happened, but not in my memory.
— And maybe, well, fuck him, this Teacher? We'll think of something else.
— Everything is fine. He's not the first, he's not the last. — Well, don't tell her that I have more than one thousand corpses behind me. And nothing, in my mind yet.