Chrome Shelled Regios

by Shūsuke Amagi

  While she turned her back to Layfon, he saw her cheeks reddening. Was she too sensitive?

  Nina talked to Zuellni as she walked back to the corridor.

  "Ok, have you seen enough? Then return to your place. Even you dislike the workers adjusting things when nothing's out of place."

  Layfon ran to catch up with her.

  "We have to train tomorrow for the platoon match. Don't bring your exhaustion with you," Nina said to him.

  Layfon halted his footsteps, his jaunty mood disappearing.

  Chapter 3

  Training

  I've finally settled down. How are you over there? It's irritating how cities can only maintain contact through letters. It'd be great if we could just call, but how do you fix a line between cities? If that could be done, the cities would probably trip on the cables.

  Honestly, I'm tired. I'm used to cleaning at the Mechanical Department, but it's still problematic. I suppose I'll get used to these irregular hours sooner or later. Right now, all I can do is keep at it.

  School life is all right. But I haven't had much chance to use my brain, so I'm not expecting much for my results.

  I regret not listening to you and doing some serious studying. You must be laughing now. Ok, this is reality, so I can only accept your laughter. I really regret it.

  From the day I let go of the Heavens Blade, I've turned back into someone normal. Except, it's difficult to make a fresh start. Sometimes I think that my past lifestyle was relaxing. A voice inside me hopes to return to the old life.

  It's embarrassing. Master won't let it. Her Majesty won't allow it. Even I don't agree with it. Letting go of the Art of Katana was my way of showing my attitude to Master and Her Majesty.

  To be forgiven by letting go of the Katana was my biggest.... Uh, what am I saying? Sorry, please just forget it all.

  That's just an excuse. Everything is. I'm really useless.

  I won't send this letter. It isn't worth reading.

  "Are you ok?" Mifi asked.

  It was now lunch break. Layfon bent over the table. He didn't even have the strength to go buy bread.

  Mifi drained the pre-packaged milk and without moving a foot, tossed the packet into the rubbish bin. The packet flew through the air and fell into the bin as if it was sucked into it.

  "...... Mifi-chan, you're dirty," Meishen protested.

  The milk left inside the packet had leaked from the straw. Mifi ignored Meishen, who had her handkerchief pressed to the side of her head. Meishen was also looking at Layfon.

  "...... Are you all right?"

  "Yeah, I'm fine."

  Even Layfon himself wasn't sure. What he just said wasn't convincing at all. He saw bags under his eyes in the mirror yesterday, so he was feeling a bit down.

  "Talking about yourself with that expression. You're so unconvincing."

  Naruki returned to the classroom. She held two paper bags and placed one before Layfon.

  "Here. I just picked whatever since I didn't know what you like."

  "Ah, sorry. Thanks."

  "No worries. Remember to pay me back though."

  Naruki smiled as she took back the money from him. She then looked at his waist and saw a Dite hanging from the harness.

  "So what's the reason? Work at the Mechanical Department or is it 'that'?"

  "Uh, work's ok. It's surprisingly good."

  Layfon got up slowly and took a bite of the bread from the bag. The dryness of the bread was uncomfortable. He inserted the straw into the packet of milk that was in the same bag.

  "So it's training? Was it hard?"

  Mifi took out another packet of milk from her paper bag and inserted a straw into it.

  The three girls sat down in the chairs around him. He smiled bitterly and sucked milk from the straw to wet the inside of his mouth.

  "It's training for the upcoming platoon match, right? That must be exhausting,' Naruki nodded.

  "......Platoon match?"

  "Ah, I know. I heard about it before, but I've forgotten, so I'm not really sure," Mifi raised the same question as Meishen. Naruki started her explanation.

  As for Layfon--

  (Naruki speaks like a senpai. Do all female soldiers speak like that?)

  Thinking of this, Layfon didn't take in anything being said around him.

  "I've talked about the platoon matches before. They're to determine the ranks of platoons. The higher your rank is, the more important a position you'll get in the Military Arts Competition."

  "Is that a good thing?"

  "Of course. That means your abilities are acknowledged. Besides, you can really do something for the people in the city. It's something for Military Arts people to take pride in."

  The way she put it felt like it had nothing to do with what she was talking about.

  "But isn't that dangerous? If it was me, I wouldn't have chosen to come to such a dangerous place."

  "That's coz you're thinking of it from the angle of Military Arts. For example, if you get to run a magazine, you'll also do what you can to get good results, right?"

  "Oh, I see."

  "If it's Meishen, you'll also do your best in your cake shop, right?"

  "......Yeah."

  They both understood now.

  "To get good marks in your specialized area isn't just about dignity, but also about the evaluation of strength. In strategic planning, you've got to really know your own strengths. Like whose ability is the best, which platoon excels, those kinds of things. So the best way to get a better understanding of all that is to create real war-like situations, meaning, the platoon matches."

  "So it's to determine who is the strongest? That sounds like a little kids' fight."

  Layfon couldn't help but agree with Mifi. Who is the strongest? Thinking how he got himself involved in this meaningless ranking fight, he couldn't swallow his bread.

  "The matches aren't conducted in the manner of knockout matches. The purpose isn't to see who wins the most matches, so you can't really tell which team is the strongest. Still, we can't deny that some people really care about the matches. The match is time limited, and with that, you can judge the strength and precision of the teams. If a platoon wins, it'll get prize money, just like how you get scholarship if you regularly take top place in the General Studies' test.

  "A topic not related to me has appeared."

  Mifi puffed up her face, and the two other girls smiled. Layfon also laughed.

  "...... Is training hard?" Meishen asked cautiously with anxiety in her eyes.

  "Yeah, um~~"

  They'd know even if he denied it, but it looked pretty bad to admit so honestly, so he could only substitute with some vague wordings. Men really are proud creatures. This saddened him. He could only smile bitterly.

  "Aa, Layton isn't training coz he likes it, so you don't have to force yourself to train so hard! It's best to just pretend, since training is tiring," Mifi concluded, after finishing her third packet of milk. Meishen also nodded. Only Naruki was silently nibbling at her bread and eyeing Layfon suspiciously.

  He didn't train because he liked it.

  That was the truth. He didn't like Military Arts anymore. No, seriously, he had never liked Military Arts. It was something he had already lost.

  It was the same as how one couldn't repeat his past and regain what was lost.

  Wolfstein. Layfon's title that the Student President used, was also one of the things he had lost. It was not possible to get it back.

  The Student President was seeking what could not be taken back.

  And, the Nina who knew nothing of it.

  "......That's right."

  Layfon returned his attention to the room.

  "Oh, yes."

  "Huh?" from Mifi. In her hand was a fourth packet of milk.

  "Do you just drink milk for lunch?"

  Mifi angrily conveyed her need to overcome the disadvantage of her body. She gave him quite a thrashing.

  Nina's impatient gaze
stabbed his face.

  Even so, he couldn't help it. In the battleground reserved for Military Arts students, Layfon held the restored Dite in his hands, a feeling of directionless uncertainty rising inside him.

  Harley had adjusted a sword of green Dite for him. The long, thin blade emitted a teal light. For he who was hiding in the bushes, the gem-like light of the blade made him stand out too much.

  He leaned against the trunk of a tree and controlled his breathing. His heartbeat had to be regular, or else the training machine would detect the irregularity and attack him.

  The irritation of a plan gone wrong was scolding Layfon. Though he didn't feel that he was responsible in any way, he was the only one here. Both Felli and Harley were waiting for orders in the rear.

  Since meeting the Electronic Fairy Zuellni at the Mechanical Department, Layfon had not seen a smile on Nina's face.

  Sharnid was the first reason behind her irritation. He was late for training. He totally ignored her harsh reproach and didn't even reflect on his actions. All he did was utter a casual "sorry" with dissatisfaction and Restore his weapon.

  Sharnid's weapon was a sniper rifle. On top of the light and white Dite was a large scope. It'd be impossible to avoid the automatic machine's attack without Sharnid's support.

  Layfon still felt uneasy.

  He had no idea what Sharnid's range was. The breathing irregularity could be because of that. He relaxed his breath.

  Next was the unease that came from his uncertainty of the enemy's location.

  The last team member, Felli, was responsible for intelligence support. The doll-like, silver-haired, beautiful girl used a half-transparent staff that was made of heavy alloy. The staff was made up of things that looked like flakes which were scattered when the staff was in operation.

  Felli had the power of psychokinesis. She could move things with her mind. Through psychokinesis, she could scatter the flakes over large areas to obtain intelligence and convey the information to her team members.

  "Two responses at point 1005."

  Felli's light and faint voice sounded through Layfon's earpiece. This was also an item using Felli's psychokinesis, so it was harder for enemies to eavesdrop.

  Without exchanging glances, Layfon and Nina rushed out of the bushes. An arm smashed suddenly into the place where the two had been hiding, then a robot shaped like a barrel with a wooden knife fitted onto its wrist was spraying red paint everywhere.

  "Too slow!" Nina called as she retreated. After collecting herself, she lashed out at the machine with her iron whips, and Layfon headed for the other automatic machine that was still hidden from sight. He moved out of the shadow of the trees to make himself a target so Nina could concentrate on her fight.

  As if to answer his prediction, the other robot was about to swing down its weapon. The fake wooden axe chopped down towards Layfon's head. He took a step back and felt the passing of air at the tip of his nose.

  Unexpectedly, he got himself into a fight with another machine. The enemy type was a distance-fighting type. Layfon "uh"-ed at that fact and dipped his head to avoid the axe.

  Distracted by another long-range attack from somewhere, and observing Nina suppressing her opponent, Layfon was unable to make an attack.

  Noticing his situation, she called angrily into her transmitter, "Still haven't found it yet, sniper?" While calling, she knocked off the colored wooden knife and struck the machine with her other iron whip.

  Now that Nina had won, Layfon didn't know what to do next. Should he lead the enemy to her and fight it together, knowing he couldn't block the fire from the other enemy? No, Nina would become the target of the enemy, and besides, he didn't have the confidence to work with her. In addition, once the captain was defeated, they'd lose the match, so he must take care not to involve her in more danger......Confusion caused Layfon's movement to slow down. He did avoid the axe, but the way he did it looked so ridiculous that even he was angry about it.

  He'd lost his balance.

  At that moment, Nina headed straight for him. Perhaps she thought he couldn't avoid the next strike. He felt the same.

  And this was when the long-distance shot came.

  The bell signaling the end of the match rang through the air.

  Spattered with mud and paint, Nina walked in front, looking displeased. Everyone was tired. The scene had now moved to the Resting Room. With both wrists on his knees, Layfon sat tiredly on a chair, looking at the floor. Sharnid laid down on a bench, his eyes covered by a towel. Felli was the only one with a calm expression. She had let down her hair and was combing it.

  Nina stood before them all, watching them. Anger came through.

  "We just formed the platoon a short while ago, so I understand we can't yet coordinate well. I clearly understand that," Nina sighed, and relaxed her shoulders.

  Then she asked each person:

  "Sharnid, why didn't you cover Layfon?"

  "It's not that easy to avoid shooting your own teammate. It's not possible with the kind of coordination we're aiming for, if we can't even breathe on the same beat! To do that, Layfon has to accurately sense the timing of my shot and move accordingly. Shooting a comrade who's in an intense fight with the enemy scares me," Sharnid waved his hand.

  "Really?" She looked at Layfon.

  "Layfon, why didn't you lead the enemy to me?"

  "If the captain fell then we'd have lost. I could act as bait and draw out the enemy."

  "You should have let me make that decision."

  "Yes, but there wasn't time."

  Another enemy was attacking him at close range, so he didn't have the leisure to wait for her order.

  "Felli, your searching speed was too slow. Couldn't you be faster?"

  "That was my limit."

  Felli's reply was unusually cold. Her refusal to respond was like a whip across Nina's face. Would she howl out in anger? That thought tensed Layfon's shoulders, but Nina remained silent, glaring at Felli.

  Who knew how long this silence would last? Embarrassment and disapproval were thick in the air. Though he felt suffocated, he didn't feel like breaking that atmosphere.

  He was already exhausted.

  But......

  "Excuse me......"

  Harley walked in without knocking. He immediately noticed the atmosphere and halted his steps.

  "What's up?" Nina glared at him.

  "Ah......ahah, I came to help Layfon with his setting of the Dite," he replied, scratching his head. Perhaps speaking up helped him to make up his mind. Harley carried his box to a chair and opened it.

  "Since he's used it for a few days, I think I can get some detailed settings done. If anyone else feels your weapon needs adjusting, you can let me know."

  "No~~ nothing!" Sharnid sat up slowly.

  "Harley's settings are perfect. That I can be so relaxed is all thanks to you."

  "Mine's ok," Felli shook her head.

  "Really? That's great. Nina?"

  "No. If there's a need, I'll let you know."

  "Sure."

  What happened next was just the sound of gears being laid out on the floor. In this very short period of time, everyone was watching Harley's movement. He definitely felt their weird gazes, but Harley started to whistle happily.

  The atmosphere became more relaxed.

  No, perhaps they were only tired of the embarrassment.

  "Well......"

  Sharnid picked up his bag.

  "Where are you going?"

  "The training's finished, right? Even if we're going to have a meeting, there's not much to talk about. I'll go back after a shower. Got a date afterwards."

  "What!"

  "Then I'm also leaving," Felli said, quietly taking her bag.

  "Aaaah, Felli's not gonna wash away your sweat?"

  "I don't sweat as much......Besides, showering here makes me feel like someone's peeking at me."

  "Haha, what a shame. If Felli doesn't grow up more, no one will peek at you."
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  Ignoring Sharnid's teasing, Felli left the room. He shrugged and headed for the shower room.

  With his head on his hands, Layfon watched Nina standing there. He had nothing to say to her. Her shoulders were trembling. Even so, he couldn't escape as Harley had already caught him.

  But he felt he couldn't stay silent anymore. Focusing on the gears, Harley seemed oblivious to his surroundings. Nina's face showed she didn't know how to end this awkwardness.

  "Um......" Layfon made some noise without knowing what to say.

  "We have to practice a formation. You come over when you're done."

  Nina walked out. The irritating sound of the door closing affected the air of the room.

  "......Looking at that face of hers, it'd be good if she calmed down a bit," Harley said, smiling.

  Layfon smiled in return.

  "Seriously, Nina can act calmly, but she's impatient now. That can't be helped."

  His face full of smiles, Harley wrapped a wire around Layfon's Dite.

  "Senpai really understands her."

  "Kind of. We're childhood friends."

  "Oh......Huh? But I remember Senpai......"

  She said she ran away from home.

  "Haha, ran away from home? Do you think she wouldn't know anybody at the place she ran away to?" Harley said cheerfully.

  That was true.

  "Uh, that's true. Why didn't I think of that?"

  But on second thought, he knew the reason. Nina came here against her parent's wishes. Such strong determination gave off a proud and lonely air.

  So he felt she didn't know anyone here.

  The other reason was that he didn't know anyone here from Grendan.

  (Ah, so that's why. Her situation's different from mine.)

  After laughing secretly at himself, Layfon forgot his misunderstanding of Nina. Besides, the other three girls that he knew also came from the same city. He felt helpless with his slow intuition.

  As per Harley's instruction, he restored his Dite. The wire around the Dite conveyed its information to the machine. He asked Harley a question, who was looking at the number on the display.

  "Why did senpai want to form a platoon?"

  "Do you find it hard to believe?"