Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

Thoughts are not essential for "it" to exist, but without enough thoughts, it is impossible to interfere with the material dimension.

It itself does not possess a high level of thinking ability.

They are called monsters by the world simply because they reflect and amplify the host's deep-seated thoughts or repressed impulses.

It does not possess the ability to think; it merely resembles the instinct to continue existing.

Even so, its limited thinking ability allowed it to understand that the other eleven "it"s had already died one after another and were continuing in their current weakened state, and that the last "it" might dissipate.

We need to find a place to rest.

Find a place rich in spiritual particles.

For example, in the blood flowing through an unconscious body.

For example, there's the excellent basic magician who's still wandering aimlessly through the streets at this hour.

"..."

“…”

"..."

"call....."

Shizuku exhaled a puff of white mist as she strolled alone through the streets of Berkeley on the West Coast.

The pungent smell of car exhaust mixed with a faint, unpleasant odor of garbage lingered around her nose, causing her delicate brows to furrow slightly.

Although the west coast in February wasn't particularly cold, her figure-hugging long dress was somewhat out of season.

There's nothing we can do about it.

After all, she had escaped from a family banquet held at her boarding school.

As the daughter of the Kitayama family, she was used to banquets and could handle them with ease, but this time was different.

At every banquet, there would be a guy who was so enthusiastic that he annoyed her, always running up to her side.

She had clearly expressed her refusal.

But every time, he would patiently come over and deliberately strike up a conversation.

For this reason, she secretly ran away from the banquet this time.

But then the question arises: where should we go next to kill some of this boring time?

"If Honoka and Miyuki were here, I would really regret coming here to study abroad."

Shizuku sighed softly.

She would never show such a lonely expression in front of her friends.

Deep down, besides Miyuki and Honoka, she was actually looking forward to another figure.

He's handsome, sometimes acts a bit irreverently, and seems to take everything lightly, yet he's surprisingly reliable.

Like the person who spares no effort to help themselves win in the nine-school competition...

Ever since their last phone call, when he said he wanted to come see her, Mahiro's image had been appearing in her mind more and more often.

I have a little bit of anticipation in my heart.

But I also have some hesitation.

After all, she knew very well that her good friend Honoka also liked Mahiro, and if she expressed her feelings, would it hurt Honoka?

should....

No, it definitely will.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but sigh softly again, and then looked around.

Only now did she realize that the surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar.

Neon signs with English lettering are everywhere, and low-rise apartments built with brown tiles are scattered along both sides of the road.

These buildings, steeped in history, stand in stark contrast to the rows of newly built high-rises in the distance.

There is always an indescribable weirdness.

It's like the dividing line between the past and the future.

Just then, a white, fluffy substance slowly drifted down in front of her.

Shizuku instinctively reached out her small hand to catch it, and a cool sensation immediately came from her palm, and the fluffy substance melted away.

"...It's snowing."

I looked up at the leaden-gray clouds overhead and saw snowflakes falling gently from the sky, gradually becoming denser.

It shimmered with tiny lights under the neon lights.

Shizuku instinctively hugged her arms tightly.

"What a blunder..."

She murmured to herself, her breath dissipating quickly into the air.

In fact, both her physical constitution and magical power made her immune to the cold, and her action was purely instinctive.

But at that moment, she suddenly sensed an unusual aura.

It wasn't the shivering from the cold, but a more primal, instinctive alertness.

She turned around abruptly, only to find that on the sparsely populated street, only her shadow was stretched long by the streetlights.

Found it....

Finally, I've found a place to stay...

It was observing from the shadows.

Its weakened instincts made it more cautious.

The spiritual energy emanating from this girl was exceptionally pure, providing exactly the nourishment that "it" desperately needed.

But it also sensed danger—this seemingly weak girl possessed immense power, as terrifying as those undead bodies in Japan!

"Who is there?!"

The sound of Shizuku was exceptionally clear in the snowy night.

no respond.

The only sound was the faint sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

Shizuku's fingers unconsciously rested on the CAD on her wrist. Ever since the enhancement drug given to her by Mahiro, she found that her intuition seemed to have become more acute.

Like now.

Although she couldn't see anything, she was certain that something was watching her.

It began to move slowly toward its target.

Although it is impossible to observe "it" with the naked eye as a non-material life form, "it" still remains vigilant.

Not to mention that it is still very weak and cannot act as quickly as before, but it also knows that its chance has come!

"come out!"

Shizuku's voice took on a stern tone, "I know you're there."

The moment she finished speaking, a chilling sensation suddenly struck her from behind.

Shizuku almost instinctively activated her vibration magic, causing the air around her to boil and shatter the falling snowflakes.

Passersby on the opposite street were so frightened by this scene that they scattered and fled in panic.

However, Shizuku did not feel that her magic had hit anything, and the subtle chill did not dissipate.

Like a beast lurking in the darkness, it is preparing to launch an attack from another direction!

Shizuku quickly adjusted her breathing rhythm and pressed the CAD on her wrist to begin another technique—

"Multiple Observations"

This is a technique that the Nanagusa family excels at, and it's also the method that Mahiro once taught her to prioritize when encountering enemies.

No matter what kind of enemy you are facing, the top priority is to pinpoint their location.

In this way, no matter what kind of attack the other party launches or what actions they take next, you will have the capacity to react.

But the problem is——

"...Nothing at all?"

Indeed, there was nothing there.

The passersby had all scattered, leaving her alone on the street in the residential area; there was no one else in sight.

And so, Shizuku remained frozen in place for nearly ten minutes.

Sudden.

clatter--

A faint sound of footsteps came from behind.

"..."

Shizuku remained silent, then turned and swung her arm, creating a whooshing sound.

A young girl studying abroad alone across the ocean naturally needs to learn some self-defense techniques.

However, this attack didn't seem to be enough for the attacker.

With a snap, her slender wrist was firmly grasped by a large hand.

The girl instinctively tried to struggle and call for help, but when she turned around, she froze.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Sanwu's mouth.

"...This isn't my imagination, is it?"

"of course."

Appearing behind the girl was Yotsuba Mahiro, who had rushed over. He had come straight to America after school.

"I wanted to surprise you, but you wanted to send me away as soon as we met."

Mahiro chuckled and released the girl's wrist.

Shizuku didn't argue, but calmly remarked, "It's your fault, Mahiro-kun, for suddenly appearing under these circumstances."

Makoto chuckled, then glanced at the time and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, I made it in time."

At first, Shizuku didn't understand, but after a moment she suddenly realized and asked in surprise, "You came all this way just for this?"

"of course."

The "this" they were referring to was, of course, Valentine's Day.

Although it's over there, thanks to the 16-hour time difference, it's not over yet on the USNA side.

"It's not because Shizuku-kun is all alone overseas and doesn't have any familiar friends around, so I specially came here on behalf of my friends to spend Valentine's Day with you."

"...Actually, there's no need for that. The journey is too long, and I'll be going back in March."

Shizuku wanted to say that, but before she could open her mouth, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and then Mahiro's coat was fastened to her body, hanging on her exposed, rounded shoulders.

The coat was a bit too big for her petite frame; it was long enough to cover her hips.

It's like a skirt.

"Judging from your outfit, Shizuku-kun, you must be a runaway princess, right? If such a beautiful princess were to be kidnapped by those cunning men, I would be heartbroken."

Kitayama Shizuku: "......"

This time, she didn't respond; she simply lowered her head and tugged at the edge of her coat.

So warm....

The face hidden beneath her long, gray hair was as ripe as a red apple.

"Thanks...."