Once Upon the False Deduction Show

It's about nonstop motion and chaining firepower: I tasted firsthand what Nayami Ayanami's Comet Howitzer brings to the battlefield.

Vivid and sharp moves meant not to spar, but to injure.

A violent view, yet so innocent.

I have no concrete grasp of what makes her a person. I only have a hypothesis, and I don't even know how I can prove it. Now, I humbly ask for pardon that the deliverance has its holes and cracks.

Primarily, traces of unfair treatment were felt the first time she entered the classroom. It might not be evident to the average mage, or even for some with a good intuition (I'd partake in the category)─but being followed by the fortune deities immediately posited the thought of the world gnawing her heart and soul.

The epitome of a dish towel: gremlin or zombie, I can't pinpoint, but otherwise a dish towel hogwash.

More of it emerged as her apologies became more redundant.

From an honest condensation, she is the type of person who puts the welfare of others first before what is best for her.

It could have been different─maybe, she's not within mental range to defy older people.

In a space where everyone's watchful eyes bared for only them, Nayami Ayanami had no choice but to hide her secret.

Granted, she almost fumed out and slapped Aya─but I interrupted the event.

Along with it, an expensive trade in order to keep her in check.

"She wields an enhanced magic and Naru called her a psychic," I delivered for the disowned fake little sister─piquing her ardent willpower. "You happen to know of magic redefined by the humans, but is now perfected to counter us."

"You've convinced yourself it's that fancy, but outside magic is bullshit."

She readily vindicated the claim.

Rabidly taken from the city's common belief that she lashed out, "She stole magic from us, so it's only rightful she shows allegiance to where she came from. Not boycott to another side and what, we're going to accept her involvement without any doubts?"

'Well, I'm not surprised you still uphold your words despite knowing she's more powerful than you are."

"It doesn't have anything to do with power!" Aya stipulated, and I can sympathize with her. "There's simply no room for a harmonious relationship: we're separated for a reason."

I thought as she said.

"Or you could have remembered," he answered as he chuckled.

Hush it.

"Maybe you're right, but the majority of Magic Side doesn't want separation," I imposed, promptly basing on the current ordeal. "Naru has taken action, and being a government lapdog must mean her employers are preparing something for the transition."

More or less, a better transition than the prospected war between realms.

"Exactly the point: they'd take everything away from us!"

Yet, Ayase Kyoukaisenjou saw the glimpse of the future skeptical, she'd rather be stubborn than be a diplomat.

I say so, but I know well what she fears the most: humans have always been feared to live by their greed and want to have magic for their own. Else, it's their envy─they want to live within their imaginations and actualize what they published for entertainment. Also, they're progressive enough to change life as we know it─the Magic Side will lose its culture, essentially everything if it's what she meant.

If so, she offers a better perspective.

I would agree with opening the borders for humans again, but it's only because I want to legally stream anime without tampering interdimensional laws.

For some reason though, I want to drill into her that she's fighting for the wrong idealism despite employing the right attitude.

"I'd like to point something out for you, but it seems like you only want to hear what you want to hear at the moment."

None to vocalize out of her thoughts, aggravation fell upon her.

"I'm not closing the doors."

"Screw you, nii-chan," she retorted in slight repulsion.

"Nah, screw you," I clapped back at her─and decided to shift down the makeshift court trial then and there, "Miss Ayanami stays in midair when engaged in battle."

I pointed out her floating figure.

While disjointed, it has cast a reminiscence of what the townsmen were in the first dream.

One step at a time, though.

"You didn't strangle her helplessly, you only happened to catch her jaw the exact moment I suspended time."

It might be cutting it, but coincidences are fairly common.

Aya clicked her tongue─worst for her management of not catching her mishaps. Despite the evident win, she's too prideful, our defunctive fake little sister was such a perfectionist. Conclusively, as soon as the nullification barrier was centralized to the truest threat, she activated her prowess as the comet assassin.

Ayase Kyoukaisenjou won.

Yesterday, Miss Ayanami's maneuverability was increased since we had more space. Compared to the classroom with hardly enough room, she became more predictable─and was ultimately caught in the horrendous situation. I could lament the part where time stopped exactly at their decisive moment, but I can forgive the device for its convenience.

No, maybe it doesn't sit well as I'm only feigning to let it slide.

"Also, did I mention you look more injured than her?"

Aya averted her eyesight for the first time.

"She's too strong for you."

Vile to infer, but I rubbed more salt to her wounded ego.

"Thus the defeated look on your face."

Collecting her resolve, she hastily darted me a look lash─intent to turn my assessment around.

"Yes, she's too strong for me… I admit it. What of it? The motive doesn't change. It's an attempted murder, and I don't care if I'd be imprisoned."

Patriotism was declared.

"I'm doing it to protect our rightful home!"

I'm not heartless enough to disregard her proclamation─but it doesn't swerve a lie to become the truth at all.

"I have more to say, Aya." I countered her claim, "I'm sorry but I won't be convinced by your reason."

Aya curled her lips and growled, "What kind of whitewashed lie do you even want to say, huh? For all I know, you'd say you know the true Ayase Kyoukaisenjou!"

"Whitewashed? Ha-ha, yeah, I'm not about to spur the truth but an unreliable sentiment. Maybe I should not try to comfort you instead."

Aya bit onto her lower lip, her eyes intently darted towards her former fake big brother as if displeased.

"Well, I'll have to cut to the chase."

I paused and stared at her.

Aya curled her lips, her eyes sharper─teardrops about to stream out of them.

For you, the reader, everything is almost hypothesized so you don't have to draw a conclusion.

"Earlier, when you confronted Miss Ayanami and Kuzuhara, you almost didn't react to my sudden arrival," I began. "As you accused earlier, it was Space Magic. First time I've used it─and yet, your reaction was so bland I reconsidered the lost synapses. Like I said, I have to sacrifice memory fragments in order to ask something from the gods."

I've mostly ignored the student body talking about my teleportation, but they're undoubtedly perplexed.

I walked the corridors, passing classroom by classroom earlier, hearing my name emerge every now and then.

Which is admittedly a common occurrence in school, but I can surmise the subject being definitely weirder than anything else.

Not a single mage has ever broken out the spectrum.

If I wasn't untouchable, they would have approached and bugged me right away like damned gossipers.

Later in the club room, Kuzuhara demanded an explanation. All my classmates─had one or two things they wanted to discuss, flamboyant and skeptical all the same. I received the least from Amaterasu who knows most of the secrets I withhold since the first day of receiving Chaos Magic.

Apart from her, there are only six more people who should be immune to what extreme development I show them.

I peered into the disowned fake little sister's eyes.

"I must have done something in the past few days where you witnessed the abuse of power. Either it has been normalized and I'm the only one who doesn't know myself. Else, there's a different reason."

I received no answer.

I pressed on.

"Apart from the Space Mage who apparently wiped the class away, and the radical administrators, the student council so to speak, firing off the nullification barrier─you could also have a clairvoyant collaborator."

Most likely, she was nonplussed by the revelation.

I wasn't sure about it, after all.

Not the most unnerving disclosure I would have done, shan't the best reaction extracted from the scrutinized heiress in the gravity field.

Although, all I could do next was to lay out more points of persecution:

"You already know you can't touch Miss Ayanami.

"You already know you'd be humiliated in our current situation.

"You hate the people who lent you help and your answer to not work with them─is to acquit yourself of frustrated murder.

"Nice brain work there, thinking you could put my accusation to your advantage…You want to be caught.

"You did copy it from me in the olden days, of all things, it's the strong desire to bail out at any given situation."

And finally, my disowned fake little sister responded, "I hate you, nii-chan."

"Well, thank you!" I could only bring her my affection, and take a break from the cumbersome deduction. "I've always known it, but I can throw a party since you've finally caved in. Next, how about we talk about the threat to your fake brother's dear life?"