Anime, infinite dimension starting from Mahou no Yakumo

"I want to eat hot pot!"

"Okay, then let's have Wagyu beef hot pot tonight!"

Compared to Aihara Enju's frankness, Mibu Asaka seemed somewhat reserved.

You still don't understand, only the squeaky wheel gets the grease, little chamomile.

So after deciding to have beef hot pot for dinner, they went to the supermarket to buy ingredients.

On their way back, however, they saw a police car that had been violently smashed into scrap metal, its entire body twisted and deformed.

A large crowd of onlookers gathered outside the police cordon, all taking photos and discussing the violent attack on the police.

It's no surprise that almost everyone believes the horrific scene was the work of the cursed child, as ordinary humans simply couldn't have accomplished something like this.

Especially the dent on the car, it was obvious that someone had smashed it down hard.

Fortunately, there appeared to be no casualties; even the patrol officers in the car were only unconscious.

However, upon hearing those people uttering curses about the cursed child, both Little Enju and Little Asaka appeared somewhat sad, even though they remained outwardly normal.

"Alright, there's no need to be sad about this. Let's go home and have hot pot."

Mahiro placed his hands on their heads and gently stroked them.

Back home, Mahiro was preparing ingredients in the kitchen, while Enju and Asaka were watching anime in the living room.

Actually, Xiaocha was not that interested, but Yanzhu was so enthusiastic that she dragged her to watch it together.

How peaceful...

Seeing this scene, Mahiro couldn't help but sigh inwardly, perhaps this is the meaning of home.

Once we return to the world of The Irregular at Magic High School, we'll try to make everything develop in this peaceful direction.

"Dinner's ready! Go wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

"I know~"

After washing their hands, the group gathered around the dining table, watching the ingredients bubbling in the pot.

Just as we were about to start eating, the doorbell rang.

Mahiro turned his head and frowned as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"It's so late, who could it be?"

"Yotsuba-chan~"

With a half-dead groan, a beautiful woman in a kimono rushed in as soon as the door opened.

He was wearing a large mask over his mouth, his face was flushed, and he kept coughing.

If he hadn't caught the other person just in time, they probably would have fallen flat on the steps in the entryway.

"Mizuki? What brings you here at this hour?"

"Hello...hello us...."

The girl in the kimono took out cold medicine and nutritional supplements from her shopping bag and kept pointing at them to herself as if she were telling a story.

But before she could finish speaking, she suddenly collapsed on top of him.

What's going on here?

However, things didn't end there. Just as Sima Weizhi fainted in his arms for a few seconds and was gently placed on the ground, another black figure entered his field of vision.

Tendou Kisara, clutching his stomach and staring at a haggard face, stepped through the door.

"Shin-kun...excuse my intrusion...please...please make me some food..."

Paji.

Just like a replica, Kisara also fell into his arms.

She was still starving, just like when we first met, except this time she didn't collapse to the ground.

And he was also carrying a supermarket bag filled with various ingredients.

"Who is this woman?"

Little Enju squatted down next to Miori with chopsticks in her hand, repeatedly poking Miori's face with the tips of the chopsticks.

"Lord Shinjiro, please allow me to kick this woman out."

Before anyone knew it, Xiaocha had already taken out her katana, and the sharp blade was slowly being pulled out of its sheath.

It seems that because she studied kendo with Kisara, she has also learned from Kisara in some ways, such as her attitude towards Shiba Miori, which always shows a kind of inexplicable hostility.

I don't know what kind of ideas Kisara instilled in me.

But before it could be completely pulled out, Mahiro tapped him on the forehead.

"Just learn swordsmanship from your master, that's enough. Don't learn anything else!"

"Okay... I understand."

Xiao Chaoxia covered her forehead and let out a sob.

Immediately afterward, under his direction, He Yanzhu carried Sima Miori into the house.

However, upon entering the living room, they seemed to smell the aroma of hot pot, and the two of them instantly perked up, sitting upright at the table. They even seemed to have forgotten their usual arguments, becoming unexpectedly harmonious.

Especially Sima Weizhi, who just said he needed to feed her medicine.

As a result, he took out cold medicine and gulped it down.

Meanwhile, Kisara ate the cooked vegetables while saying things like "It's delicious" and "It's good to be alive."

Yotsuba Mahiro: "???"

No, you two came here as a group to freeload, right?

Fortunately, he prepared plenty of ingredients, enough for three days, so even if there were two more diners, it wouldn't be a problem at all.

"I'm so sorry to have you treat us to a meal, Yotsuba."

As Sima Weizhi spoke, she picked up a slice of cooked beef and put it in her mouth, chewing quietly.

"If you feel bad, just pay for the meal," Mahiro said expressionlessly, like a ruthless debt collection machine.

However, Wei Zhi gave a look that said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand~ We still need to work closely together later." and managed to get away with it.

"Yes."

With his eyes closed and focused intently on stirring his chopsticks, Mu Geng said sternly, "We all brought our own ingredients, but is that female fox over there trying to dine and dash? How despicable! Get out of here right now!"

He disagreed with the idea of ​​bringing your own ingredients.

The ingredients Kisara brought were for making curry.

It can be said that apart from whole pieces of beef that can be sliced ​​and cooked in hot pot, all other ingredients belong to him.

Even the pots and pans are.

It's not that it's incomprehensible, after all, this young lady can't cook.

I've been getting free meals more than once or twice; it's become a habit.

"Oh, it's you, Kisara? Your big breasts are making it hard for me to see your face clearly."

The chopsticks that Kisara was holding, which had been provoked by Miori, were crushed with a strange cracking sound.

"Excuse me, Shin-kun. Could you please give me a different pair of chopsticks?"

"...Replacing the chopsticks is fine, but please pay for these chopsticks first." Mahiro said with his usual expressionless face, like a ruthless debt collection machine.

To be honest, he had already figured out what kind of chemical reaction would occur when these two women sat at the same table.

It's like water and sodium; they'll explode if you put them together.

However, after he said that, Kisara seemed somewhat apologetic, since it was indeed impolite to "accidentally" break someone's chopsticks.

But she was quickly enraged by Wei Zhi's comment, "No wonder she's a female gorilla, she's really strong."

"Okay, stop arguing."

As soon as Yotsuba Mahiro spoke, the two of them fell silent.

He turned to Kisara and said, "Since you're here, President, let's talk about work."

Upon hearing the word "president," Kisara immediately perked up, adopting a shrewd and serious demeanor as he prepared to listen attentively.

"This mission is the same as before, a mission specifically assigned by the Holy Emperor, and the task is to provide protection. It should start in the next day or two. As for the reward, it will be a total of twenty million."

It just so happens that the total price of the heads of those two old geezers, Tendou Kikunojo and Saimu Gensō, is equal.

"And it's the same old rule: the Holy House will pay half upfront from the day the guarding begins, and the other half will be settled at the end."

"oh, I understand now."

Kisara nodded seriously. "Does the agency need any support?"

This time, not only Kisaragi, but also Enju and Asaka pricked up their ears to listen carefully, but were interrupted by Miori the next second.

"Oh, you must be Enju, right? I've heard quite a bit about you from Satomi and Yotsuba. How are your combat shoes? Do they fit?"

"Eh? How do you know?"

"Of course." Wei Zhi unfolded her metal folding fan, covering her mouth with a slight smile. "After all, it's a product of our Sima Heavy Industries, and it was personally supervised by us."

"Oh! Did you make that? Hmm, that's a good thing."

"Really? Really? If your feet get too big and your shoes get too tight, tell me, and I'll make you new ones. And the same goes for Asaka-chan! If you need any weapons, I can forge you a sword myself, no problem. Those old relics from the last century are better off thrown in the trash~"

Mizhi not only wanted to bribe Enju, but also Asaka.

Unfortunately, Xiaochaoxia didn't buy it at all and immediately coldly refused:

"No need. This knife was a gift from my master, and I find it very useful. Besides, even if I get new equipment, I have nowhere to use it..."

The first half of the sentence made Kisaragi overjoyed, while the second half made Asaka look at him with resentment.

He diligently practiced swordsmanship to protect Master Mahiro, but in the end, he had no opportunity to use his skills...

This was the saddest thing for Xiaochai, who always saw herself as a blade.

She liked Mahiro's gentleness, that's true, but sometimes she also wished that Mahiro could treat her like a tool, just like the other police officers.

"Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that. This escort mission is a bit complicated, so I need you, Xiaochai, to come with me."

"Really?!"

Upon hearing this, Mibu Asaka's eyes lit up, as if she had found the meaning of life.

"It's true. And little Yeonju is the same, you come too."

Yeonjoo raised her hand high and cheerfully replied, "Okay!"

Mibu Asaka seemed to be making a vow, promising not to betray his trust and to complete the mission.

That's really serious.

"Oh dear, it seems I really do need to customize a weapon for Little Morning Glow."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I need a katana, and it would be best if you could also make a naginata."

Zhen Xun replaced Chao Xia and made a commission.

"No problem~ Since Yotsuba asked, we'll definitely oblige no matter what~"

After saying that, Wei Zhi moved her chair closer, smiling as she hugged his arm, and suddenly breathed into his ear, "Even the price is negotiable~"

"Besides, we've already indulged your whims so much, Yotsuba, so how about you say yes? Quit your job at Kisara's and come work for the police department that our company specially set up for you?"

"They can offer you a generous reward, much more than that guy Kisara~"

As she spoke, Miori leaned closer to him, almost pressing against him.

He then took out a check from his sleeve, wrote a long string of zeros on it, and placed it in front of Makoto.

"I know, Yotsuba-chan, you really need the money. Now, all I need to do is sign this check and it'll be valid!"

However, this string of numbers left Kisara speechless.

A price of a full one billion yen!

"Oh my, Kisara, you seem quite surprised. This is the market value of nearly a hundred police officers! You're astonished, aren't you? So, how could a poor company like yours deserve such an excellent police officer as Yotsuba-chika?"