Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

Slender shoulders, a boldly exposed neck connecting to the beautiful collarbone curve.

The seemingly soft, rounded shape pushed against the sailor uniform, undulating slightly at a very close distance.

The sweet scent unique to young girls filled the air, slightly neutralizing the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the gentle breath exhaled made the sweetness even more intense.

A slight shift of the gaze reveals a pair of slender, jade-like legs tightly encased in sheer black stockings, huddled together as if lacking any sense of security.

She's such a fragile girl—that's what he honestly thought.

She couldn't connect any of these traits with the girl who worked hard every day, the girl whose eyes would light up when she saw money, or the silly girl who would get enraged by Sima Weizhi no matter the time or place and end up in a full-blown fight.

She is now so fragile that she evokes pity.

Especially her insecure, curled-up sleeping posture makes one want to hold her in their arms and protect her.

He even clearly remembered that when he arrived at the hospital, the girl was sitting on a bench in the corridor, looking flustered and helpless, as if the sky had fallen.

When she saw him, she grabbed his arm, her bright black eyes gazing at him with teary eyes, asking him what to do, her expression as weak as if she had found her pillar of support.

"No matter how strong she may appear on the outside, she's still just a 16-year-old girl at heart..."

Yotsuba Mahiro sighed softly, then reached out and grasped the jade-like hand that peeked out from the bedside. He then saw Kisaragi's tightly furrowed brows visibly relax.

She gently squeezed Makoto's hand, as if only in this way could she feel at ease.

As if responding to the warmth he brought, she murmured softly.

"...Don't...leave me...alone..."

"...Help me...ave revenge...kill...Tendou..."

As he spoke, Kisara suddenly frowned again, his body curling up and trembling slightly:

"Father... Mother... I hate it, don't die... Someone... save me...."

Hearing Kisara's painful murmurs, and seeing her delicate yet desperate appearance, as well as the slightly white tips of her fingers gripping his hand, he was struck by her words.

All he could do was get up, walk over, and tuck the blanket around her with one hand—that was all.

"Well...."

Just then, Rentaro on the other side also reacted, seemingly having slowly woken up from his unconsciousness, and said in a serious tone:

"You're awake! The surgery was a success. Congratulations on becoming a girl."

"......"

Rentaro did not respond, but the thin blanket covering him visibly moved.

Then, a barely audible sigh was heard from Rentaro, which seemed to carry a hint of relief.

Goodness, he even made a point of checking if his little brother was there.

Having witnessed the whole process, his gaze became strange.

After a long while, Rentaro finally spoke slowly: "...Stop joking."

He glanced around at his surroundings, a look of confusion on his face.

"Where am I?"

“…”

Looking at Rentaro with eyes full of concern for someone with intellectual disabilities: "Is your brain injured too? Do you really need to ask such an obvious question?"

"Uh...."

After being told that, Rentaro immediately felt very embarrassed.

Indeed, even though it was clearly a hospital ward, I still had to ask myself where I was.

Could it be that they're still in the hotel?

Then, in a curt tone, he changed the subject:

"Um...where's Ms. Kisara?"

"I ate something and just went to sleep."

"Oh...."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rentaro fell silent, while Yotsuba Mahiro picked up an apple from the fruit basket by the bedside, wiped it casually, and ate it.

This action left Rentaro speechless.

If I'm not mistaken, that should be a gift of condolence for him...

Rentaro didn't say much, and the ward fell into a brief silence again, with only the crunching sounds of chewing remaining.

"You...don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

Seemingly unable to bear the loneliness, Rentaro took the initiative to speak.

"There's nothing to ask."

Mahiro popped the last bite of apple into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, and said:

"It's simply because they didn't bring Xiao Yanzhu with them this time, and they ran into another team of police officers, so they got completely thrashed, right?"

This was the only situation he could think of.

After all, Hiruko Kagetane is already dead, and there isn't even a corpse left, so the situation described in the original story will never happen.

Unless that guy also has the ability to possess others.

"no……"

Rentaro shook his head in denial, saying, "The group I encountered wasn't a police unit... If they were police officers, things wouldn't have turned out like this..."

Like a memory, Rentaro's eyes, visible beneath the bandages, gazed slightly at the ceiling, recalling that experience, but his lips beneath the bandages trembled slightly.

“That guy…like me and Hiruko Kagetane…is a survivor of the New Human Creation Project…no, that guy was created, supposedly to…surpass me.”

Rentaro was slightly incoherent.

But he still clearly remembered the boy who called himself the Dark Stalker, whose real name was Yuuka Miki!

It's obviously impossible.

The New Human Creation Project was canceled long ago!

But that guy was a genuinely modified soldier, and his performance was indeed superior to his own!

He clearly remembered that his moves were seen through by that guy, just like when he faced Yotsuba Mahiro, his spinning kick was actually caught by that boy.

The geometric patterns that appeared in that person's eyes, the way the pupils spun rapidly inside—he still vividly remembers them…

"...So you've already lost? You still need to train, Rentaro-kun."

This wasn't actually said by Zhen Xun; it came from the doorway of the ward.

Suddenly, Sumire Muroto appeared, leaning against the doorframe, and waved at them as if to say, "Did I disturb you?"

"Do you have any clues, Dr. Violet?"

Well... a little bit.

Because she was approached, Sumire Muroto assumed she could come in. She stomped her high heels on the marble floor, then lifted her white coat, creating a fragrant breeze, and plopped down on the edge of Kisara's sleeping bed, her beautiful legs in black stockings casually crossed.

The main theme is generosity and wealth.

He then continued, "Anyway, I didn't do it."

Satomi Rentaro: "......"

Yotsuba Mahiro: "......"

Is not this nonsensical?

"No, can't you provide any useful information?" Yotsuba Mahiro sighed helplessly.

"Of course."

Sumire Muroto gently twirled a strand of her long hair around her alabaster fingers. "Actually, these things are easy to guess. Back then, there were four of us in charge of the 'New Human Creation Project,' including myself..."

The four of them were collectively known as the Four Sages.

Sumire Muroto was in charge of developing the artificial eye's computing capabilities, while Ayn Rand, whom Muroto called an "unprecedented old stubbornness," was in charge of developing the thought-driven interface. Arthur Shanak was responsible for developing a self-healing chromatic spine and research on optical camouflage implanted under the skin.

But above them, there was someone who commanded the three of them.

Known as the leader of the Four Sages and the highest-ranking official in charge of the Mechanized Soldier Program—

"Albrecht Grünewald, Mahiro-chan, the mechanization surgery you killed, Hiruko Kagetane, was performed by him personally."

Well, although that guy's personality is even weirder than mine, and he has a particular fondness for copying, I have to admit that his abilities far surpass the three of us.

Hearing Sumire's words, even though Rentaro was unable to move at the moment, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and felt an indescribable chill down his spine.

This was the first time he had ever heard a doctor praise him so frankly.

"So, if everything Rentaro said is true, then this opponent is much stronger than Hiruko Kagetane, and the Tokyo area might really face a [mass extinction]."

"Mass...mass extinction? Doctor, what are you talking about?" Rentaro asked in a trembling voice, puzzled.

Sumire Muroto, however, looked at Rentaro with pity.

Are they as innocent as lab rats, unaware of what they are doing?

Just then, Makoto's phone rang, breaking the heavy silence in the ward.

"Mr. Masahiro, it's me."

The gentle voice coming from the phone was like a breath of fresh air.

"Oh, Your Majesty, is there something you need to tell me at this hour?"

"Um... something's come up. First of all, I'm sorry to disturb your rest at this time, Mr. Mahiro. I'm also aware of the injury to your colleague, Mr. Satomi Rentaro. Please allow me to apologize..."

"Alright, alright, Your Majesty, let's skip over this kind of pointless talk. I'm just a police officer, no need for such formalities. Let's get straight to the point."

“Okay, just now, we discovered the exact location of the Seven Stars Relics, so I would like to entrust Mr. Shinji to bring it back safely.”

Although she was rudely interrupted by Yotsuba Mahiro, the Holy Empress was not annoyed. She simply made a request in a clear voice, though her tone implied a pleading tone.

"The price is still one billion?"

"um, yes."

"Then let me ask you this: this operation isn't just a solo mission, is it?"

"Yes, besides you, Mr. Mahiro, there are many other police officers participating. This is the largest operation in history. Nevertheless, I still hope that you, Mr. Mahiro, can participate in this operation."

The Emperor's sincerity was already high enough, or rather, in the entire Tokyo area, apart from Yotsuba Mahiro, there was no one else who could make the Emperor personally call to request participation in the mission.

Moreover, the Holy Emperor specifically added details regarding the dangers of this operation—

"...There's something I feel I can no longer hide from you, Mr. Mahiro. It's that the 'Seven Stars' legacy,' which is the thing in the briefcase, is actually a catalyst that can summon Stage 5 Gastrea."

"Ah."

"Although I don't know what their purpose is, we can't let that person named Mitsuki Yuuka take it away no matter what."

"Ah."

"Because that thing would cause a mass extinction in the Tokyo area."

"Ah."

"...Do you need me to explain what Phase Five is?"

"No need... I know about that thing myself."

Seemingly finding his response too bland, the Holy Emperor still wanted to foolishly explain some common sense to him.

But how could he not know that kind of thing? Or rather, he knew everything about the relics of the Seven Stars and the experiments in the Seven Star Village.

That is the bitter fruit of the sins committed by the people of this world themselves.

What they are experiencing now is merely paying off a debt to those in Qixing Village who were forced to participate in the experiments.

Finally, he replied, "I will participate in the commission," and then hung up the phone.

Hearing the dial tone on the phone, the Holy Emperor, dressed in a pure white suit, stood before the French windows, placing his slender, snow-white fingertips on the transparent window that the servant had just closed. Gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, he whispered:

"May your martial arts prosper, Mr. Zhenxun."

亻......