章節 60: Chapter 60
Hayate was surprised when he received a summons from the oracle. Usually, it was the other way round and not exactly very often. To be summoned means that there was an urgent matter, something the old lady couldn't simply hint at during their next "casual" conversation.
When he arrived, he was not surprised to find the extremely secure room just the way it was when he last came. What was a surprise was the disturbed looking face of the lady who had cheerfully told a past emperor that gaijin would come to this land and that there was nothing the old man could do was possibly going to change that fact in the least. With the data he had just been presented with, he could only come up with one conclusion. The world was ending...
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No, she behaved without the barest hint of malice towards him. It was THE most nerve racking experience ever. Hatred he could deal with. As also dismissal, rage and malice. They were emotions that had occupied the fortress of Harry's developing mind in its formative stages. Little Whinging had all but given him a PhD in the field of negative human behavior towards the individual. As such, being treated like a rattle – getting "poked" just to see what happened next, was not something he knew a safe way to respond to. Especially when the person "poking" him was as far as he knew, impervious to physical damage' As such, he even had clones secretly experimenting with high level sealing, trying to seal a living being into objects. Not that he was getting anywhere, but there was slight progress, in terms of "this seal produced actual bone fragments on unsealing, compared to the total goop I got till now!". In essence, he was trying to derive the theory of relativity from "the world is round!". He envied the Yondaime Hokage, who had been a protege to an actual seal master and consequently had somebody to turn to for help.
Hermione, as far as he could tell, sought nothing but amusement. Some minor joy in making things happen in odd ways. Her amused state, signaled by the sparkle in her eyes(at times literally. Though, looking for when the white of her eyes were liberally dotted by black specks was not the most normal of cues to look for) meant that she had achieved that state of inertness wherein it was safe to let out your held breath and go about normally. If he was lucky, she wouldn't catch up with him for another hour.
Even when he decided to pay a visit to the forbidden forest, the girl had been delighted. She had shot a good 30 of the 50 or so dead acromantula that had been on the lookout for human meat. What he did see was that however childish she seemed, the girl was a crack shot, spitting death at inhuman speeds. He also noted she did not reload, ever. At least she didn't seem to stick around for when he began to collect the venom. That the sporadic gunshots that occurred while he worked would probably get the centaurs in a tizzy was his only real concern.
He had also discovered the true "demon" of Hogwarts. The clone of the gunslinger girl was very very demonic looking. She looked like a succubus, all accessories included. The leather was just plain overkill. Especially since once the introductions ("Tiggy, Harry. Harry, Tiggy") were over, he was faced with two identical versions of Hermione. He had left with a headache. He did pray that they found something else to play with though. TWO stalkers were more than his poor abused sanity could handle. Though, after one particular "prank", he did wonder if Tiggy was anatomically correct down to ahem every last detail...
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"Lady Chiyo, it is agreeable to see you."
"Likewise young lord. How fare thee in this new campaign?"
"Very well my lady. Tetsuya is reported to be well and truly settled in. He made contact with Skywalker, and lost."
"Toriyama's protege?"
Harry was particularly paranoid these days. Having some sort of thing in the guise of a student after him was not what he had planned for. And considering that he had actually noted down an "In case of Bijuu" plan (namely, run like hell), that was saying something.
He had no data on this (new) person or species. He had once spotted her in the castle, taking potshots at the forbidden forest from a seventh floor balcony. And hitting things. It was a very scary sight. The idea that she had a range that was possibly greater than he could see was terrifying. The sheer killing potential in that barely human shell was incredible.
On the other hand, most of the time, Hermione Granger(if that was her real name) was almost a child. Sure, she acted like a hyper version of her old self, but when she was with him, she was like a child, always doing something annoying. The reason he found the baby label appropriate was that at times she simply stood still and looked at something only she could see, before continuing as if she had not just done that. Breaking mid stride and continuing without the slightest gap in actions was a very disturbing sight. Giggling and drooling in an eleven year old, even more so.
Two weeks had passed since Halloween.
Two weeks of hell.
Two weeks of wondering if the shinigami had decided to torture his soul for some karmic reason that he was not privy to. Or maybe reforming his abusive family was the sort of things the gods frowwned upon?
In truth, she was not that dangerous to him or even all that threatening. The "girl" acted with all the enthusiasm of a 5 year old, sometimes. She didn't point that revolver at him. She didn't bring up that incident where he tried to reflexively kill her.
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