I was sold at the lowest price C154: The Rescued / Nagisa
Chapter sponsored by Cameron Abernethy. Sorry for the late release I had to help a friend for a few hours.
The last remaining Darkwing machine is fleeing from the fort… The white magicraft that had saved me spoke to me.
“That magicraft over there, the one that lost both its arms, are you okay?”
My imagination disturbs my senses and the voice of the white magicraft sounded like Yuta’s. I stopped thinking for a moment at the sound of Yuta’s voice created by my delusion, but then I changed my mind and replied.
“I am…….I am fine……..”
“I’m going to go take out the enemies outside, so use the magicrafts that can move to defend the entrance, I’ll hit them hard so they won’t get near the fort, but maybe I’ll miss a few.”
With that, the white magicraft headed out of the fort. Looking at his back, I can’t help but imagine Yuta going to school with me. The subtle quirks of the way he walks also make him look like Yuta…….I couldn’t help but scream.
The white magicraft turns around – no way, is it really Yuta? But after replying earlier, I immediately turned off the external output sound, so there is no way that my voice can be heard outside, perhaps it is just a coincidence.
I got off of Labella, which had lost both of its arms and could no longer fight. Yukiha and the others had also gotten off their magicrafts and were giving instructions to the others that could move to fortify the defense, as the white magicraft said.
“Nagisa, let’s go see what’s going on outside.”
Yukiha said and I was curious about that white magicraft, I wanted to see it fighting outside.
As soon as I climbed up to the high ground where I could overlook the area around the fort with Yukiha and the others, I immediately looked for the white magicraft.
“What is that……that white thing is a monster……?”
Jihad muttered, as he was truly surprised to see the white magicraft fighting. Delphine nodded vigorously in agreement.
“I’m not sure what that white magicraft is……but I’m pretty sure it’s an Emou military magicraft that saved us, and with that kind of power we should’ve heart about him.”
Yukiha also marveled at the uncommon fight of the white magicraft.
Yukiha and the others were focused on the amazing combat power of the white magicraft, but that’s not what I was worried about. It was the habit of every single movement, and no matter how you looked at it, it looked like Yuta.
“Yukiha, I have a favor to ask you.”
When I said that, Yukiha looked at me suspiciously.
“What’s wrong with you, Nagisa? You look so mysterious……If there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”
“Slap me as hard as you can!”
Yukiha was flustered by my unexpected request.
“‘What are you talking about, Nagisa, there’s no way I can do that.”
“Just slap me, quickly!”
Yukiha was a little taken aback by the earnestness of the request, and heeded it.
“Don’t get mad at me after……okay?”
As she said this, she held her hand out to the side, took a breath, and slapped me on the cheek as hard as she could.
The pain reset my mind – I concentrated on detaching my imagination and seeing only reality, and reviewed the movements of the white magicraft.
In Aikido, in a short period of time, you have to read the opponent’s movement habits, think about their thought patterns, and make the next move. For this reason, I have always been sensitive to the movements and actions of others. It is impossible for a person who has been able to read the habits of an opponent in a short period of time during a tachi-ai to not be able to see the habits of the person she is with in everyday life, especially if she loves that person.
I was looking at the white magicraft, and my vision was becoming more and more distorted – that’s because another function of the human eye, other than seeing, was automatically triggered.
Tears flowed down my face – more than tears, emotions overflowed from the depths of my heart – I felt excited and joy shook my body.
He’s alive… That alone made me happy. I had been worried about him since the strange auction. I was heartbreakingly worried that maybe in this world where life is so light as to be unthinkable in modern Japan, my beloved friend would be gone.
But he was still alive. And now he’s fighting in front of me…
His habit of slightly jerking his shoulders when he raises his right hand has never gone away. He also couldn’t get rid of the habit of lifting his chin a little bit and looking upward when he took a big step. I’ve been with him since I was a child, I’ve spent most of my life with him, I’ve thought about him all the time. There was no way I could mistake him for someone else.
The rider of the white magicraft is Yuta…
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