Chrome Shelled Regios

by Shūsuke Amagi

  Layfon took the juice from Meishen. The juice refreshed his thirsty throat. He drank as if to allow the liquid to seep through his entire body.

  "Thanks. I feel much better."

  Meishen's face reddened. She lowered her head and half-ran from the side of the bed to the long bench.

  "......Um, if you're hungry, I've got a bento......"

  "Uh, thank you."

  Layfon got off the bed, made his way to the long bench and looked into the basket. It was divided into two sections. One held sandwiches; the other had things wrapped in paper that seemed to be baked biscuits.

  "I am hungry."

  He hadn't eaten as his stomach had hurt since early this morning. Looking at the basket, now he wanted to eat.

  He took a sandwich and bit into it. Feeling the look Meishen was giving him, he ate the sandwich in two bites and washed it down with juice.

  "It's delicious!"

  Meishen's tense expression turned into a blossoming smile.

  "Uh......"

  Layfon hesitated, his hand reaching out for more.

  "We aren't hungry. It's okay if you eat it all."

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just eat it all," Naruki and Mifi said. Meishen nodded. So he took another sandwich.

  "I'll go buy some juice."

  "I'm going with you."

  The girls' sudden movements alarmed Meishen.

  "......Wha- you two!" she protested.

  "Don't worry. We'll buy your share," Naruki said to Meishen, who was waving at them in agitation.

  "Oh, almost forgot. Your platoon's going to celebrate the victory. We've been invited too."

  "Oh, okay, got it," Layfon replied.

  Recalling the match brought a shadow over him, but eating took priority. Naruki and Mifi left the room.

  Now that they were left alone in the room, Meishen had lost her composure. Sitting next to Layfon, she fidgeted and played with her fingers, her eyes darting around.

  After finishing the fourth sandwich and settling his stomach, he noticed Meishen's peculiar behaviour.

  (Ah, is she shy?)

  And he felt awkward and embarrassed. It was bad of Naruki and Mifi to leave her when they knew she'd become like this.

  "I'm sorry for making you make the bento."

  "......Not at all. It's a......th......thank you."

  "Thank you?"

  "......You saved me."

  Recalling what he did in the opening ceremony, he shook his head.

  "That was nothing."

  He wasn't thinking of saving her. His body just moved on its own.

  That was all there was to it.

  "......But, I was still saved."

  "Then I'll gratefully receive your goodwill, but I've almost eaten it all."

  Meishen laughed lightly at the joke. Feeling embarrassed, Layfon grabbed another sandwich.

  "......Lay......ton. You're strong," Meishen whispered as he finished up the last sandwich.

  "No......not at all."

  Even though he wanted to deny it, he knew inside him was another "him" who couldn't deny himself. He understood he had extraordinary strength in Military Arts. He tried his all to hide it. He didn't know how the Student President found out, but he thought he could solve this issue since Karian didn't seem to have leaked the secret.

  But he had dashed that hope in today's match.

  There must be a student here from Grendan. Those who thought they had mistaken him for someone else would now know he was a Heaven's Blade Receiver.

  "......You're really strong. Like how you struck down those two instantly......"

  The huge screen set in the audience section must have broadcast his image.

  "......But, why didn't you defeat them before?"

  The question he had been dreading now lay before him. He noticed the smell of earth on his clothes. The Medical students had dusted off some of the soil on Layfon before putting him in bed, but that wasn't enough to clean the dirty clothes. While thinking of that, he remembered the pain in his head.

  (I must have rolled too much on the ground.)

  In the arena, Layfon had difficulty thinking because of his head bumping here and there. He thought back to the scene of Nina receiving repeated attacks. Compared to him, irrespective of the difference in their real strength, Nina was not allowing her concentration to falter from pain.

  "I wasn't planning on winning."

  He decided to be honest.

  "I don't care about the me who trained in Military Arts. I didn't start training in it because I liked it. I didn't have anyone encouraging me to study it. I learned it because I had to."

  "Besides, Military Arts isn't necessary to me anymore, so I'm abandoning it," he said in small voice.

  Meishen watched him with wide eyes.

  If......if he was more used to it, he might have lost the match with more beauty. That was what he thought, but he was unable to do so in battle. As long as he held a weapon......even if he wasn't doing his best, he always fought seriously. This had nothing to do with the strength of the opponent. He had no feelings besides a desire to fight seriously for the result of victory.

  "I told you before that I'm an orphan, didn't I?"

  Meishen nodded and moved away her awkward gaze.

  "The Head of our orphanage was terrible with money, so he was always having trouble with it. Looking at the dwindling food, I guessed the Head must be losing money again. I was always afraid that one day, there might not be food at all."

  At that time, he encountered the way of the katana.

  "I was told I had a gift with the katana, so I decided to make money with it. I participated in all kinds of matches and won lots of prize money......"

  And before he knew it, he had become a Heaven's Blade Receiver.

  Perhaps people who dreamed of becoming a Heaven's Blade Receiver would be outraged by his words. To him, though, this was his truth. This was the value the title "Heaven's Blade" held for him. It was only a step on the path to his goal.

  "The situation at the orphanage improved because of the prize money. Everyone was grateful to me."

  "......So, you then decided not to train in Military Arts again?"

  "Yes, since there was enough money. Unfortunately, it isn't enough for my school fees. That can't be helped, so I've got to earn money through some other means."

  "......Don't you miss it at all?"

  Layfon smiled naturally and nodded. "Yeah, but I still haven't found out what I want to do......"

  "......You'll definitely find it," Meishen said in a light and shy voice. She hunched her shoulders, her body seeming to become even smaller.

  "But......"

  Looking at the floor, she added,"......You were incredible......in the match......But you were a bit devious."

  "Huh?"

  "......Why did you win if you'd decided to lose the match?"

  "......"

  He wanted to say he couldn't think properly because of his injured head, but on second thought, he swallowed the words. It wasn't a good enough reason; besides, he didn't want Meishen to know more about it.

  "......Layton, you've got your own way of thinking. I don't know much......about winning or losing matches......but, if you've decided to lose, I think it's better to lose the match. It's not so good to change halfway through......About finding what I like doing, I can't properly explain why I like making sweets. I don't know how to discover an interest, so I can't give you any suggestions......"

  She paused as if to take a deep breath, and then continued, "But the Lay......ton I saw at the opening ceremony was cool. I want to see the Layton from back then."

  Her face was all red. Then she added a light "Sorry."

  Layfon remained silent, and could only shake his head.

  Afterward, he chatted a bit with Naruki and Mifi. They all decided to part ways before tonight's celebration party.

  Back in the dormitory, Layfon took off his dirty clothes and went to have a shower.

  Comi
ng back to the room, refreshed, he looked at the paper bag on the desk.

  In it were Meishen's biscuits.

  "I don't really like sweets."

  He had taken the package with him without opening it, not wanting to refuse her.

  Now he opened the paper bag. The sealed-off aroma of sugar rushed out to pat his nose. He wasn't sure why, but it smelled like Meishen. The image of Meishen surfaced in his mind. Because of her passion for making sweets, she was doing a job she wasn't good at. He recalled how she peeked at him eating sandwiches, her face lowered and pink.

  He popped a biscuit into his mouth.

  "......So sweet."

  Of course.

  But he didn't hate the sweetness on his tongue. It was good for the body to eat something sweet when tired.

  "Aah~" Holding the bag in one hand, he fell into a sitting position. He brushed aside the hair falling across his eyes, and gazed at the floor.

  He had lied to Meishen.

  To put it correctly, he had hidden from her things that would disadvantage him in her eyes. This way, nobody would get hurt.

  But he resented himself for only wanting to maintain his good image.

  Either way, his pretense had been exposed. He was useless in the match. He didn't plan on winning, but the other half of him had taken action for victory. It seemed as if he was hiding his real strength so as to hoard the spotlight in the end.

  Besides, what could he do after winning?

  Go back to train in Military Arts?

  No.

  Well......

  "Just what do I want to do?"

  Who knew how many times he had asked that question already? But he still had to ask. What did he have besides Military Arts?

  Was there anything else he could do?

  Nothing. He just wanted to be doing something. He walked on a path with no dream and no obstacles. All he wanted was to try walking on a path, relying on himself.

  He hadn't even decided on where to go.

  And he came to Zuellni for that purpose. But the situation of the Academy and the Student President who knew of his past were denying him the chance to discovering his own interest.

  Layfon grabbed another biscuit. Meishen probably knew he didn't like sweets, so she had made them with less sugar. They tasted nice.

  Her consideration pained him. It reproached him.

  What was he like, the "cool Layfon" in her eyes?

  "It really is......so sweet......"

  He ate another biscuit.

  The day after the platoon match passed by smoothly. It was now night.

  Naruki walked near the fighting arena with a flashlight in one hand. On her breast was a City Police badge. A baton hung from her harness. She was patrolling with a Military Arts senpai.

  "Is that first year in the 17th platoon your classmate?"

  "Yes."

  A wry smile crossed Naruki's face at the curiosity of her senpai.

  A great number of people had moved over to the busier part of the city at night, so the areas surrounding the arena were quiet and empty. Some people would use this chance to carry out activities here, such as lovers doing something indecent, and students in Alchemy and Engineering conducting illegal experiments.

  Still, this patrol was a leisurely job.

  Senpai told her of what the Alchemy students did here and how students from the Engineering department used their machines for underground gambling matches. And somehow, the conversation came to focus on Layfon.

  "He's amazing. Not that many in Military Arts can reach his level. Just who is he?"

  "Who knows......He doesn't talk much about himself."

  It was more like Layfon himself didn't want to talk about his past. His unenthusiastic expression was all the answer that people received for the various questions that they threw at him yesterday in the celebration party.

  "I just know he's from Grendan."

  "Grendan? Ah, I see. But not everyone knows Military Arts even in Grendan. Oh, speaking of which......"

  "What?"

  "A Military Artist came here from Grendan last year. A good-for-nothing. What an absolute horror in group training," she said, trying to suppress her laughter.

  "......What was so horrible?"

  "Oh, I haven't finished. If one enters the Military Arts course, one should have trained in the basics of Internal-type or External Burst-type Kei, right? That girl kept boasting about her Kei and how it was just a basic level in Grendan, but in real combat, she couldn't even reach the lowest level. The other girls finished her off so easily. She ended up withdrawing from the course after only half a year. We all thought Grendan wasn't that great, but after watching yesterday's match, it looks like it's not just all talk about Grendan."

  "Are there only a few students from Grendan?"

  "Well, I only know that girl from Grendan. Grendan seems to have moved very far away from Zuellni in these past few years. Isn't it safer to go to a closer Academy City? So I don't think students from Grendan would come all the way out here. Perhaps that girl thought she wouldn't have to use Kei if she went to a place far away from Grendan," Senpai giggled.

  Naruki sank into contemplation. Couldn't the example of the female student fit Layfon?

  It made more sense to enter an Academy City closer to home. This minimized the potential danger of spending too much time on a roaming bus. It was impossible to know the exact location of a city, but the Traffic Department was able to guess its location through the whereabouts and number of traveling days of various roaming buses. Even Naruki and her friends used the information from the Traffic Department to narrow down their options and finally picked Zuellni.

  (Did Layfon deliberately choose a distant Academy City?)

  She thought so. So he chose this place because it didn't have as many people from Grendan? She didn't understand, but this hypothesis felt close to the truth. For him who was hiding a secret, he wouldn't have wanted people near him to know it. So he purposefully picked a distant place.

  If so......

  "Um......"

  "What is it?" the senpai turned around, as Naruki had been deep in thought and had lagged behind.

  "No. Nothing," Naruki shook her head and ran to catch up with her.

  (No problem at all.)

  If so......was there an issue with Layfon? No. Not at all.

  As long as a person lived, he had to have experienced a sad or embarrassing past that he wanted to wipe clean. There was nothing wrong with escaping the place where he kept recalling his bad memories.

  (Ah, but that depends on the situation.)

  The person she was worried about wasn't Layfon, but Meishen. Obviously, Meishen liked him. The closer she got to him, the greater the possibility she'd come into contact with the truth he was hiding. No, maybe she had already touched it. If the two were to be together...Naruki didn't want them to develop a distant relationship of being afraid to touch the other's wound.

  What would Meishen do?

  (If it's her......)

  No problem. Sure, but Naruki couldn't think like that.

  (Perhaps she'll be depressed.)

  This was worrying.

  Since they were young, Meishen had always hidden behind Naruki, the tallest of the three, who knew how to fight. Nobody bothered with Mifi. Mifi liked to use the fastest means possible to grab hold of the other person's secret and use it against them in the most diabolical way possible.

  Meishen grew up being protected by them.

  But she wasn't just being protected.

  Both Naruki and Mifi fell under the charm of Meishen's sweets. They wouldn't dare lift their heads before her. If they went over the line, Meishen wouldn't make any sweets for them. But even so, Meishen rarely left their small circle to make contact with the outside world. Her assertive action of working in the coffee shop was a great improvement. However, this wasn't enough to build a relationship with someone outside their circle.

  Naruki was really worried.

  (Um,
what should I do? Maybe I should force the truth out of Layfon? Meishen might really fall into despair if it's a hard truth. What should I do? He's weak in personality. Perhaps it's better to use my authority as a City Policewoman? Just make up some evidence to threaten him and arrest him?)

  Deep in thought, Naruki had been walking slowly. The senpai strolling ahead of her turned back to look...

  And at the same time......

  "Whhaaa......" She lost her balance and fell onto the grass.

  The ground was shaking.

  "What is it?"

  The intensity of the tremor made Naruki kneel down. The trees lining the road and the buildings around them clamoured. The streetlights shook violently, as if they could fall down at any moment. The light jumped.

  "Wh wh wh- what's happening?"

  Senpai grabbed hold of one of the streetlights. It seemed to be her first time experiencing a cityquake.

  "This is a city-quake. The cause could be uneven ground or the city not having a firm foothold......"

  "Oh? ......I see." It took a while for Senpai to understand her.

  It was easy to forget this fact while living a normal life in the city. Zuellni was moving continuously.

  When Naruki was very young, a city-quake of greater magnitude than this had occurred in her city because Joeldem was trapped in ground with a weak crust. The city-quake had caused huge damage.

  When the shaking gradually eased, Naruki stood up. It didn't look like there was a fire anywhere. She couldn't hear the racket from the residential district as it was a bit far from here, but things must be chaotic over there.

  She thought of Mifi and Meishen. They should be sleeping in the dormitory.

  "I hope there aren't any accidents."

  And the shrill call of the siren dashed her hope.

  She was in a bad mood since yesterday because Layfon had hidden his true strength......

  They were cleaning and painting the tubes to prevent the spread of rust in the Central Mechanism Chamber.

  Holding the paint can and the brush, Layfon focused entirely on the sound of the moving gears behind his back.

  Nina was silently cleaning a tube.

  To Layfon, the sound of her brush against the tube was scolding him.

  "Ah."

  Nina didn't react to the sound he tried to suppress. Layfon's stomach hurt.