Demon King Daimaou: Volume 2 (eBook)

Shoutarou Mizuki (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2017
244 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-0080-4 (ISBN)

Infos

Ever since the Demon King prophecy, Akuto Sai has had nothing but bad luck. He's still having trouble controlling his magic, and to make matters worse, he yet again ended up blowing off Junko Hattori's clothes. While attempting to train his mind through meditation, he finds an ancient treasure map. Not wanting to deal with yet another distraction from his studies, he tries to keep the map a secret, but to no avail. Once the map leaks out, the school breaks out in chaos as the students try to find the lost treasure.

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1 - Is Imprisonment Fun?

Akuto Sai was having a terrible time with the practical section of his elementary magic class.

The class had paired off in the yard, and they were practicing playing catch with balls of mana; the fundamental element of all magic. His problem had nothing to do with the subject matter of the class itself.

His problem, as he stood there in the yard, was that nobody would come near him.

—I guess bad reputations never fade, huh?

Akuto wasn’t sure what the right reaction was for a situation like this. He finally settled on a scowl.

He was a handsome boy, with a face like a beautifully carved marble statue. However, he’d been born with a nasty glare which gave him the look of a dangerous villain. He didn’t realize it, but that unintentional glare of his was just as much a factor as his own bad reputation.

—It’s been like this ever since the prophecy said I’d become the Demon King. I just can’t catch a break...

His run of bad luck had started when an artificial spirit that prided itself on its 100% accuracy rating predicted that he would, in the future, become the Demon King. And now, the whole student body had it out for him. Everything he did was misunderstood, and the government had even sent an observer to watch him. Of course, he couldn’t have a normal school life that way.

But Akuto did have a friend: Hiroshi Miwa. This tiny classmate of his had the look of a mischievous little boy, and even though they were the same age, he looked up to Akuto as an older brother. But even Hiroshi had abandoned him for the day, saying, “There’s no way I could partner up with you, boss...”

—What the heck is that supposed to mean anyway?

But it was probably a sign that he couldn’t just depend on Hiroshi’s kindness forever, and that it was time to find some new friends.

Akuto decided to be optimistic, and take a look around him. All of the students in the yard turned away. But then he saw two people talking out of the corner of his eye.

It was Junko Hattori, the class representative, talking to their teacher, Mitsuko Torii. Both of them were boisterous people, and they were speaking loud enough that he could hear them from here.

“It’s crucial that Akuto Sai learns to control his magic. Do you think you can help him out?” Miss Mitsuko said. She was tall, with oval glasses and messy hair, and she looked like an easy-going person.

“I refuse.” Junko was a beautiful girl with a cool, composed air about her, but her slightly narrowed eyes spoke to the stubbornness of her personality.

“But you’re the only one I can ask. You’re the class representative. And, you know, you’re so strong.” Miss Mitsuko tried to insist, but Junko didn’t give in.

“Yes, but there’s limits to what I’m willing to do. Who would voluntarily practice magic with him?”

“But he’s never done it before. After all, it’s something you have to experience, right? Don’t you like the idea of being his first time?” Miss Mitsuko grinned mischievously, and Junko’s face went beet-red.

“Sh-Show some dignity, ma’am! That’s completely inappropriate!”

“Oh jeez, I was talking about the class. What were you thinking about?”

“I know it was about the class. Either way, please stop joking around...” Junko suddenly trailed off, glancing at Akuto. He raised his hand a little in answer. And suddenly Junko became enraged.

“It’s wrong to eavesdrop, Akuto Sai!”

—How could I not, when you’re that loud...?

At least, that’s what he thought, but he knew better than to say it. He lowered his hand.

Junko marched over to him with broad strides, and Akuto was sure she was about to complain more. But instead she pointed a finger in his face and said in a loud voice,

“If you were listening, then why aren’t you getting ready? What do you think you’re doing, just standing there?!”

“Huh?”

“I said get ready!” Junko’s gaze was wandering around the yard as she spoke, but Akuto finally understood what she meant.

“Th-Thank you.” Akuto was so grateful that he wrapped both of his hands around hers.

It was only the pathetic sight of a boy with no friends being amazed by the slightest bit of gentleness coming from a girl, but as Akuto towered over Junko, it made him look like he was trying to seduce her.

The other students, who were watching him, even though they tried to pretend they weren’t, started to murmur.

“He really is the Demon King...”

“He’s made the class rep into his slave...”

Junko must have heard them, because she blushed and she slapped his hands away.

“Get away from me, and get ready!”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Akuto had heard the whispers too, so he tried to step away and get ready for his practice.

“No, wait,” Junko said.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to make sure you understand something. Listen, this class is about learning to delicately control mana by tossing the mana balls back and forth. It’s the simplest, most fundamental exercise. Everyone finished it in middle school. But if you play around, or lose your concentration, it can become dangerous. And not just dangerous for you, but dangerous for the person you’re practicing with as well. Make sure you don’t forget that,” Junko asserted.

Akuto nodded.

“I’ve got it. Of course, I would never hurt you,” Akuto said earnestly.

Junko’s face went red again.

“I told you to stop doing that!”

—I’m serious, though...

Akuto grumbled inwardly as he walked away. He turned around to face Junko when the two of them were around a dozen meters apart.

“Here I go!” Junko said. She raised her right hand. A ball of light appeared in her hand, about the size of a soccer ball.

Magic was the process of controlling the mana that filled the air. The energy that flowed from the generators in the Imperial City and the capital flowed into the Earth itself, and the mana was made to resonate with that energy. For all intents and purposes, the mana was the energy. Mana also built up inside the bodies of living things, and energy could be drawn from that reserve as well.

The amount of mana an individual could store varies, and the greater the mana inside one’s body, the more influence they could have over the mana in the atmosphere. Human thoughts turn to electrical signals in the brain, and that electricity can control the mana in the body, which then resonates with the mana outside. In other words, what was important in magic was the mana reserve you were born with, and your powers of concentration. The goal of this class was to train that skill.

“Catch it!” Junko flicked her right wrist. The mana flew towards Akuto in a slow arc.

Akuto raised his own right hand. Junko must’ve been used to controlling mana, because he didn’t even need to move his hand. The ball settled softly in his palm and came to a stop.

“The point is to imagine throwing the ball slowly. Now pass it back. Remember, slowly.” Junko held out her hand like she was playing catch.

“I just have to do it like you did it, right?” Akuto asked. Junko nodded.

“Alright...” Akuto raised his right hand.

—Just flick my wrist. Nice and soft.

As you read above, the greater the mana reserve a person has, the greater their influence will be on the mana in the atmosphere.

In other words...

BOOM!

There was a terrible roar as the mana ball ripped through the air. It was like a bullet fired from a rifle, and it was heading straight at Junko.

“Hyah!” Junko gave a brief scream, but she was still possibly the strongest magic-user in the school. She reached both hands in front of her body to block the mana ball. But the ball’s energy was enough that it might not just knock her down — it was strong enough to break her arms.

—Oh no!

Akuto realized that he needed to do something before it hit her.

And that thought was instantly transmitted to the mana ball.

BANG!

The mana ball exploded, flinging Junko’s arms backwards.

The flash of light spread out and enveloped Junko, forming a perfect mushroom cloud that rose up in the middle of the schoolyard.

The other classmates started to mutter.

When the smoke had cleared, there was a small crater in the yard.

And at the center of it lay an exhausted Junko.

“Wha—... Wha—...” Her eyes were wide with surprise and anger, but she was miraculously unscathed. Akuto’s desire not to hurt her must have stopped the mana ball.

“This is why I didn’t want to do this! You have no idea how to control...” Junko stood up and began to point her finger and yell at Akuto.

But then she froze.

She saw her own body, and all her skin flushed bright red.

The uniform she’d been wearing had been torn apart and lay in tatters on the ground.

“Hy-Hyaaaah!” The now-naked Junko wrapped her arms around herself.

...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 28.8.2017
• Reihe/Serie: Demon King Daimaou
• Reihe/Serie: Demon King Daimaou
• Illustrationen: Souichi Itou
• Übersetzer: Adam Lensenmayer
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Battle • color wars • demon king • Light Novel • Magical academy
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-0080-8 / 1718300808
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-0080-4 / 9781718300804