Chapter 34

BLACK BULLET 3
CHAPTER 01 THE THIRD KANTO BATTLE 1 There was a blackboard behind Rentaro Satomi. Directly above that was the sun. At his feet was grass. And in front of him were those things he didn’t like—kids. There were a lot of them, too. Looking next to him, he saw a nervous girl dressed in an all-black sailor-style school uniform. It was Kisara Tendo, and she stood at attention without moving, her jaw tight. Rentaro looked forward again with uninspired eyes. The kids looked at the pair without even trying to hide their curiosity. They sat directly on the grass with their knees bent, and instead of desks, they had long pieces of cut planks, on top of which they had spread their pencils, erasers, and notebooks. Rentaro poked Kisara’s side with his elbow and said in a low voice, “Which one of us should introduce ourselves first?” “Y-you start, Satomi,” Kisara replied, voice thin and shaky. “I’m so nervous, my heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my mouth.” Though it was a pain, Rentaro trudged forward one step, scratching the back of his head and looking at the faces of the kids one by one. “Um, I’m Rentaro Satomi, and I’ll be your teacher starting from today. Nice to meet you.” He raised his hand slightly in greeting, but the kids did not show any reaction and just stared at him. It seemed as if they were telling him to say something else. “My hobby is observing bugs and gathering plants. I like microorganisms, too.” Silence. “I can also fight using Tendo Martial Arts, I guess.” Silence. He paused. “Do you have any questions?” he asked finally. He was suddenly met with a chorus of “Yes!” as every member of the class raised their hands in vigorous unison. Their wild energy was overwhelming. At a loss and wondering why it had turned out this way, Rentaro looked up at the sky. There were only a few clouds in the blue. There was no wind, and an aircraft left a trail as it roared past in the sky. Covering the sun with the palm of his hand, he narrowed his eyes. It looked like today would be hot, too. Tokyo Area Outer District, District 39. Rentaro and the others were in the outdoor classroom. “You can do it, Mr. Satomi!” a lazy voice called out suddenly from behind the students. Rentaro looked in that direction resentfully and saw a man sitting in a folding chair, beaming as he waved his wooden cane around. The man was not even 160 centimeters tall, and his lightly tanned skin had deep wrinkles from years of hardships. He had round glasses perched on top of his nose. He was just past middle age, the self-appointed guardian of the Manhole Children who lived in the Outer District. His name was Matsuzaki, and during the Kagetane Hiruko terrorist incident, he had taken care of Enju for a while. However, still wondering why they were doing this, Rentaro tilted his head and looked at Enju Aihara, who was mixed in with the kids, smiling and waving at him. Next to her, Tina Sprout was sleeping boldly, prostrate on the table from homeroom. “I would like you and Miss Tendo to teach the Outer District children.” Matsuzaki had broached the subject a few days after Rentaro enrolled Enju in the Outer District elementary school. During the Kagetane Hiruko terrorist incident, Enju was exposed as one of the Cursed Children who had the Gastrea factor in her body, and she was inevitably expelled from the elementary school she attended at the time. It became a pressing matter for Rentaro to find her a new elementary school, but at the same time, it was a delicate problem, and Rentaro and Kisara proceeded carefully. In the end, they agreed that they could disregard everything but Enju’s comfort, so they transferred her to the Outer District’s outdoor classroom, known officially as Tokyo Area District 39 Third Temporary Elementary School. Because that was on the horizon, Rentaro and Kisara were baffled. “Why do you want us to be teachers?” Rentaro asked. Matsuzaki did not lose his smile. “Well, when you get to be an old man like me, your ways of teaching also get old. I want to bring in some new blood. New teachers won’t come here to the Outer Districts, and as you can see, this school that I’m running on a half-volunteer basis will fall over if you blow on it. So, I thought it would be nice to let current students like yourselves take control of the teacher’s pointer for a while.” Kisara, concerned, folded her hands. “We have school as well, you know.” “Yes, so even if it’s only on the weekends when you have time, will you please come?” Rentaro and Kisara exchanged a glance, nonplussed. Returning to his senses upon hearing their boisterous chorus of “Yes!” Rentaro saw the mountain of swords that were the girls’ raised hands as their attack continued. The twenty female students wore tattered clothes, and they looked dirty. He wasn’t sure of the last time any of them had bathed. That was to be expected, though, since all the students were Cursed Children girls who had been abandoned. Rentaro felt uneasy. He wasn’t fit to take on the important task of teaching and leading other people. Yet, these were doubts taking over. He shook his head; this kind of thinking would do him no good. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he shouted from his stomach: “All right, kiddos! Your teacher will answer all of your questions! First, you over there—” “Yes, Teacher! Is it true that you are living with Enju and thinking of marriage in the future?” He groaned. For her part, Enju shouted angrily, “It’s true!” Rentaro held his head. You be quiet. “There’s no way that’s true. She’s a freeloader. Okay, next.” “Should we call you Mr. Satomi or Mr. Rentaro?” Was that all? he thought, feeling relieved. Rentaro waved his hand quickly in front of his face. “You can call me what you want.” “Pervert!” “Lolita complex!” “Unfortunate face!” “I’ll beat you all up, you little twits!” For some reason, the students all started laughing at that. After that, he fielded a few more questions, but the kids were having fun laughing, and Rentaro was soon worn out. “Now, I’ll switch with the other teacher.” Rentaro handed the floor over to Kisara, haggard after the consecutive-question punches. As they passed each other, he whispered in her ear, “They’re tough.” Kisara moved forward with the stiff movements of a robot. “I-I’m Kisara Tendo. Um, I…” “Teacher! Enju said your boobs are that big even though you don’t use any padding. Is that true?” “Huh?” said Kisara. “Teacher! Enju said your boobs are so big, you can’t see your feet. Is that true?” “What?!” Kisara turned red and cringed, trying to hide her chest. Finally, she glared sharply at Rentaro. “S-Satomi, do something!” She was asking the impossible. As a guy, he couldn’t intervene in a conversation like that. Enju, whose prank had succeeded, covered her mouth with her hand and snickered. Enju had transferred a few days before Rentaro and Kisara, and she already had the class in the palm of her hand. She had amazing adaptive abilities, as usual. “Miss Kisara! Are you and Mr. Rentaro going out? Are you getting married?” Kisara yelled, red-faced, “We are not going out! And we are not getting married!” Enju pumped her fist in triumph as Rentaro suffered a grave injury to his heart. “Excuse me, Miss Tendo…” Old Matsuzaki beckoned diffidently at Kisara and whispered something in her ear. As soon as she heard what he said, Kisara looked back at Matsuzaki, surprised. Next, Matsuzaki beckoned diffidently at a student saying, “Kyoko,” and a girl stood up, looking down; she was clearly embarrassed as she walked to where Kisara and Matsuzaki were. Rentaro stood by idly as the circumstances passed him by. What in the world were those girls up to? The girl named Kyoko whispered into Kisara’s ear. “What? That’s early. You got it when you were ten? That’s two years earlier that me…” Kisara lowered her voice and this time, she whispered in the girl’s ear. The girl who had looked like she would be crushed by anxiety at first slowly began to look relieved. Finally, Kisara put a hand on each of the girl’s shoulders. “It’s something that all girls will have, so it’s nothing to be worried about. Let’s go shopping together sometime. I’ll teach you a few things then.” The girl beamed and gave a big nod. “I love you, Miss Kisara! I look forward to working with you!” Saying that, she hastily returned to her seat. “Satomi…” Kisara’s body trembled, and her voice was stifled as she looked down. “Wh-what is it…?” said Rentaro nervously. “Satomi, come here for a sec!” As soon as she said that, she pulled Rentaro’s sleeve and dragged him to the ruins where the students could not see them. Had he said something that had offended his prideful boss? Thinking that there was a possibility that she would shake him down, Rentaro made a cross in front of his chest. However, the next instant, Kisara started hopping, her face all smiles. “Hey! Did you hear that, Satomi? She said she loved me! She said she loved me!” Kisara squealed, covering her mouth with both hands and blushing, hugging her chest. “What should I do? I was going for the ‘kind but cool Miss Kisara,’ but look at me now. I can’t look like this in front of everyone.” “Do you even like kids, Kisara?” Rentaro asked. “What do you like about those things? They’re just noisy, aren’t they?” Kisara huffily put a hand on her hip. “It must be nice to be you, Satomi. No matter where you go, kids like you! You wouldn’t understand what it feels like to be hated by kids the way I am.” “Kids don’t like me,” said Rentaro. “They don’t?” “They don’t. Kisara, imagine a pack of mini hyenas living in the savanna.” “M-mini hyenas?” “That’s right. Now imagine there’s a herd of gnu passing in front of the pack of mini hyenas. When that happens, hyenas look for the weakest individual and then attack it with a pack of thirty to eighty, all hunting together as a group. Those kids have sniffed out that I’m the weakest and are attacking me as a group. They don’t like me.” “Is that really what it is?” Kisara did not look satisfied, but she slapped her cheeks and made her face look sharp. Pronouncing, “Come on, we should probably head back,” she turned on her heel and went back to where the students were. Then, standing on the rough-hewn teacher’s platform, she brushed her long, jet-black hair back. “Are there any kids left with questions for me?” “Yes, Teacher! Is the uniform you’re wearing for Miwa Girls Academy?” “Oh my, you sure know a lot. It is a pretty famous high school, but does everyone know about it?” Apparently, other than the girl who asked the question, no one knew what the school was, and they all shook their heads. “Well, do you all know who the Lady Seitenshi is?” This time, almost all the girls in the class nodded. “That pretty princess, right?” “The leader of the nation, right?” “That’s right, the Lady Seitenshi is also enrolled in Miwa Girls Academy. Although, she’s been so busy with government affairs that she hasn’t come to school once.” The children raised their voices in wonder, and one of the girls raised her hand apologetically. “I’ve never seen the Lady Seitenshi before.” “Oh my…” “The Lady Seitenshi looks like that!” Enju stood up, pointing. Rentaro looked in disbelief in the direction Enju was pointing, and then almost leaped into the air. On the shoulder of the road about twenty meters past the meadow, the Seitenshi herself descended from inside a parked limousine with a lace parasol in her hand, walking straight toward him. With her absolute beauty, she was clothed in her white ceremonial clothes that looked like a wedding dress. There was no mistaking it: This was the real thing. But why was she in the Outer District? The Seitenshi cast a sideways look at Rentaro as she swept past him and went to stand in front of the students, smiling as she waved her hand gently. “Good afternoon, everyone. Are you having fun studying?” The students were frozen with their mouths hanging slightly open. “Huh?” The only person who spoke was Tina, who had been sleeping until now and had just woken up. Finally, the Seitenshi turned around and looked straight at Rentaro and Kisara. “Satomi, President Tendo, we are in an emergency situation that could mean life or death for this country. I have a favor to ask of you.” 2 Inside Happy Building 3F—the Tendo Civil Security Agency offices—a heavy silence had fallen. Rentaro and Kisara sat on the love-seat sofa in the reception area, with a glass table between them and the Seitenshi, who sat facing them. Before her, a tea stem floated in her cup of roasted green tea, swaying idly. Rentaro and Kisara had just finished listening to the Seitenshi’s explanation. The contents were hard to believe. The clear tinkling of the wind chime sounded out of place as it echoed through the room. Rentaro wiped the uncomfortable sweat from his face. His temple, which he was pressing down on, was throbbing hotly. He shook his head softly as he lifted his face. “Lady Seitenshi, let me make sure I understand what you’ve said. In six days, a Monolith will be destroyed, Gastrea will rush in, and Tokyo will be annihilated by a Pandemic, right?” “If we do not counter, that is what will happen,” she agreed. Rentaro looked at the pictures spread out on the glass table: those of the bleached Monolith, and the Gastrea head so repulsive he wanted to look away. “The news yesterday said that the Gastrea that approached the Monolith were immediately driven away…” “We have told the media the situation and have their cooperation.” “People who believe in freedom of speech would be shocked to hear that.” “I do not think you wish for Tokyo Area to stop functioning right now either, Satomi. Please allow me to control the information that does not need to be known, the information that will only be poisonous to society.” “Dictators say exactly the same thing.” “H-hey, Satomi?” said Kisara, trying to stop him. The Seitenshi said, “It’s fine,” and shook her head softly. “Either way, in a few days, the bleaching of the Monolith will be visible even from far away. Right now, under the command of Aldebaran, Gastrea are gathering outside the Monolith. We predict that there could be up to two thousand of them in the end.” “Two thousand?! You must be kidding!” blurted Kisara. Rentaro gave a heavy nod in agreement. “This is rash. We’ll be killed. We’ll all be annihilated.” “We are doing everything we can to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Rentaro put a hand to his chin. “But…why Aldebaran?” The Seitenshi shook her head slowly. “I do not know, either. We are investigating that now.” “What? What do you mean?” Kisara asked, confused. “Kisara, how much do you know about Aldebaran?” “Let’s see… If I remember correctly, it’s a Stage Four Gastrea that we knew about pretty early on, and when Gastrea were running rampant ten years ago, it focused on wreaking havoc in Asia, right?” “Do you know why it was given its distinct code name?” “I…I don’t know…” “Aldebaran is an old Gastrea that always appeared with the Stage Five known as Taurus. Taurus is a strange Stage Five that acts with a group, and Aldebaran could be called its right-hand man. That’s why it was given the code name Aldebaran, after the brightest star in the Taurus constellation.” “But Satomi, isn’t Taurus…?” The Seitenshi answered Kisara’s unfinished question. “You’re right. Of the eleven Zodiac Gastrea, three are confirmed to be destroyed. The first is the Scorpion that Satomi defeated; the second is Virgo, which was defeated by the current IP Rank 2 Initiator; and the last was the Taurus corps, once feared as invincible, which was destroyed by the strongest and number-one ranked Initiator in the world. But the most important thing is that Aldebaran is a Stage Four, not a Stage Five.” Kisara covered her mouth as she let out a gasp. “Yes, Kisara: Other than the Zodiacs, all Gastrea are affected by the magnetic fields generated by the Monoliths, so they shouldn’t be able to get past the Monoliths.” “But, Aldebaran retreated after hanging onto a Monolith, injecting Varanium corrosion fluid,” Kisara muttered. “Yes, that is the mystery.” Kisara was deep in thought. “But…” Rentaro frowned and looked at the Seitenshi. “I don’t know about that, but the ant incident was definitely a diversion.” “A diversion?” The Seitenshi’s eyes were panicked, but after a moment turned to deep thought. “Satomi, that’s unthinkable. Stage Ones cannot invade through the Monoliths; Gastrea that cannot enter cannot be used as a diversion.” “Lady Seitenshi, do you know about the self-sacrifice of ants? There is a type of ant in South America that plugs up holes in the nest once it gets dark. When they do that, there are always some worker ants left outside who work to plug the hole from the outside. By the next morning, all of those ants are dead. In other words, in order to protect the network of their nest, they carry out their duties as sacrificial pawns.” “You think the Model Ants that attacked the self-defense force facilities were acting as such?” “That’s the only explanation for it. Even if I allow that the Stage Four could possibly hang on to the Monolith, ultimately, there’s no way that the Stage One would be able to invade.” Just by being carriers of the Gastrea virus, the Cursed Children started to feel sick and faint if they approached the Monoliths. Even if the self-defense force had not annihilated the Model Ants, they would have probably died from weakness from the effects of the magnetic field. Rentaro continued. “In other words, they charged the Monolith in order to buy time for Aldebaran to grab onto the Monolith and inject Varanium corrosion fluid into it. They knew that they would die.” “That’s a very…systematic way of acting. They’re being led in a way that hasn’t been seen before.” The Seitenshi groaned as she thought aloud. After a while, she lifted her face. “Satomi, your theory is extremely useful. You truly are amazing. Even though many Gastrea experts have been putting their heads together to figure out why Model Ants would be piercing the Monoliths, you’ve figured it out in a second.” “That’s because Satomi is kind of obsessed,” noted Kisara. “Ugh, don’t say that…,” Rentaro rebutted. The Seitenshi looked at the slouching young man with a curious expression on her face. “Satomi, do you know a lot about insects?” “Not just insects, but about animals in general. I mean, I liked Fabre’s Souvenirs Entomologiques, and it kind of continued from there…” “I see… You didn’t have any friends, so the insects were your friends, right?” “Why do people automatically assume I have no friends if I know about bugs?!” Rentaro saw the edge of the Seitenshi’s lips twitch for a second, and he realized something: The mood was so dark she was distracting them with jokes. “Lady Seitenshi, what do you want me to do?” Rentaro sighed. She quietly lifted her tea to her mouth. The wind chime tinkled, and in that pause, the sound of the air conditioner echoed through the room. “I want you to form an adjuvant, Satomi.” “An adjuvant?” He saw Kisara’s body stiffen next to him. Apparently, Kisara knew what that meant. “Kisara, what’s that?” he asked her. She looked at him with an expression of shock. “Wait, Satomi, you don’t know what the adjuvant system is? Didn’t you get a lecture on it when you were getting your civil officer license?” “I don’t know. I slept through most of the lectures.” “I can’t believe you!” Kisara hid her face in her palm. “During emergency operations, the government can make use of civil officers by grouping them—like the self-defense force. An ‘adjuvant’ refers to a team system, with squads composed of civil officers.” “Team system? You mean you want me to form a fighting team?” “That’s right,” the Seitenshi nodded. “An adjuvant fights under a commander, who is in charge of the team leaders. In other words, it is a completely different system from the one used during the Kagetane Hiruko terrorist incident. Currently, in order to organize large-scale squads of civil officers, we are reaching out to leading civil security agencies. I would like you to become a team leader, too, by gathering members to fight in the decisive battle against the Gastrea. “Satomi, no matter how much we hurry, the production and transportation of the replacement Monolith will take nine days. I would like you and your squad to intercept all the Gastrea that will invade in the three days between when the Monolith is destroyed and when the replacement is put in place.” The Seitenshi folded her hands in her lap. “I understand that you must be confused by the suddenness of it all. But please, Satomi, for the sake of the country, will you lend me your strength just this once?” 3 Things had gotten bad. Rentaro hurried home, his hands in his pockets and eyes downcast. The moon shone in the sky, and the dazzling streetlights cast his shadows dancing across the paving stones, while cheerful jazz music leaked out of a store somewhere in the distance. Hearing it, Rentaro paused and turned his head. The area around Happy Building—the building that Tendo Civil Security Agency was a tenant of—turned into a street full of bars at night. The night tribe of drunk men staggering with their neckties around their foreheads, thin dogs nosing about the trash, and people passing out flyers for their establishments became a thick crowd. Normally, Rentaro wouldn’t even pay attention to them, but tonight, he gazed upon them for quite some time. The scene was completely normal—it didn’t look as if Tokyo Area was going to be annihilated in six days. He wondered if the Seitenshi tricked him; if he was just being made to play along with a bad joke. But this was just an attempt on his part to embrace plausible deniability. He shook his head and rebuked himself. That straitlaced national leader would not lie about nor fabricate something of this level. What a pain. He glared in the direction of the faraway Monolith, but of course, it was too dark to see it. The ever-standing wall that had protected people for ten years…the strongest, most reliable wall, built from the knowledge of mankind: The Monolith. It was going to be destroyed. In six days, it would definitely be destroyed. Rentaro realized that he was starting to feel on edge and turned onto the road that led home. The fact that the Seitenshi came to see him directly probably meant that she had high hopes for him. It was a big improvement from the arrogant attitude she had held during the terrorist incident. Even so, he could not give the Seitenshi an immediate answer when she offered him the job. This job was just too dangerous. Besides, how could civil officers who were all show-offs form a team and fight? If it weren’t under these conditions, he would want to tell her not to be ridiculous. She shouldn’t expect such a prideful group to work cooperatively. Even when her commander gave his order, the best they could probably do was fight separately, on their own. And looking at the facts of the Monolith attack, the enemy Gastrea corps was undoubtedly a highly organized system. In a team battle, it didn’t matter how specialized each individual was, as evidenced by many recent battles in history. The tepid night wind blew from his chin to his neck, and the soles of his shoes hit the stone pavement rhythmically. What should he tell Enju? With the Kagetane Hiruko terrorist attack and the Seitenshi assassination attempt still fresh in their minds, could he tell Enju to risk her life again? She was still a child, only ten years old. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of their run-down apartment. Scratching his tired face, he climbed up the metal stairs that creaked with rust and turned the knob of the door. Suddenly, he was accosted by two pointed blades pushed against his chest. There were two magical girls standing in the doorway. More precisely, there were two girls dressed in costumes from the Ako samurai magical girl cartoon, Tenchu Girls. Looking closely, Rentaro could see that the weapons were toys called Stick Blades, fake swords that had magic-wand handles. “Are we really going to do it, Enju?” Tina, who was dressed as Tenchu Pink, said uncertainly. Enju, dressed as Tenchu Red, puffed her chest. “What are you saying? This will make those things called ‘men’ yours in a second. All right, Tina. Let’s do it just like we rehearsed.”