The Untouchable of Magic High School – A New God Enters the Game

Nobody wants trouble, but bad premonitions have a way of coming true, and you're left cursing the timing. I'd give anything to avoid chaos, but it doesn't care what I want.

At Onna Air Base's command room, the monitors show a nightmare unfolding. For Genji, who thought wars were far-off stories, it's a brutal wake-up call.

"Wars start easily, Genji. Remember that," I'd told him before Okinawa. Now, he's feeling the weight of those words and his own shortcomings as his younger brother heads to the battlefield.

"You okay?" Honami's voice comes from behind.

"Honami… just realizing how naive I was. Where're Miyuki and Miya?" Genji asks.

"Over there. Miya-sama asked Miyuki to keep an eye on you so you don't do anything reckless," Honami replies.

Genji glances at Miya and Miyuki, deep in a private conversation. Only I or our youngest sister could overhear from this distance. Honami bows, apologetic.

"Thank you, Motoharu-sama. You helped us."

"The Anti-Knight issue?" Genji asks.

"Yes. Miya-sama's high psion sensitivity could've been fatal with Cast Jamming. You stopped it first, and I'm grateful," she says.

Genji waves it off. "No big deal. I got lucky. Besides, seems I was saved too. I won't pry about magic."

"Motoharu-sama… so humble," Honami says.

"Nah, I'm just feeling my weakness as the eldest," Genji replies, eyes fixed on the monitors.

Two figures dominate the screens, weaving through gunfire, wiping out Great Asian Alliance soldiers with magic. "My brother faces death and charges in without a second thought. He's stronger than me, quirks and all."

His siblings grew stronger under my guidance, even our youngest friend. Genji, despite his privileged position, feels outmatched. His magical talent doesn't measure up.

"Rushing out there would just get me killed. Reality's harsh," he says with a hollow laugh.

"I know the feeling," Honami admits.

"What?"

"I wasn't born a normal magician," she whispers.

Genji hides his surprise. She's a genetically engineered magician. "Why tell me?"

"I don't know. But you acted faster than me, doing my job. Maybe I'm curious, Motoharu-san."

Overwhelmed, Genji's vision fades, and he collapses.

Tatsuya's Perspective

I rarely see anyone outshine me. Even against adults, I keep my limits in check. But the sight before me feels like art.

A figure in a full-face helmet and combat suit, like mine, wields a katana-shaped CAD in one hand and a pistol-shaped CAD in the other. Blue lightning from the katana vaporizes enemies, bullets ricochet to wound soldiers, and slashes cut through warship shells. A barrier-like magic crushes foes mercilessly—piercing hearts, blasting heads, turning bodies to ash.

"Not one to judge, but he kills without hesitation. A kindred spirit, maybe," I think.

His presence overwhelms the battlefield. Staying true to my role and his words, I aim my CAD at enemies and allies alike.

Most soldiers are down. Yugen's lightning magic fries enemies instantly, a specialty inherited from his grandfather and honed by his own preference. I'd teased, "Excuses," despite my own relentless decomposition and restoration magic.

Yugen's extreme annihilation might raise eyebrows, but his unique role as a "trump card" under Joint Command's strict orders shuts down criticism. I'm under his temporary command, bound by the same rules.

I spare no mercy for enemies charging recklessly—war's just state-backed terrorism. In my past life, I might've hesitated at killing, but New Shadow Style training and Third Research Institute battles taught me hesitation means death.

My first real-world Material Burst, launched via booster with a 50-km range, obliterates a fleet. Vector Reverse counters the resulting tsunami, neutralizing it perfectly.

Then: "Alliance fleet 60 km out! ETA one hour!" Five battleships, six cruisers, twenty destroyers—a losing fight. Even Kazama and Sanada are stumped.

"Maybe revenge against the Yotsuba," Yugen muses. "They crushed the Alliance's kin."

"Upper Command, this is Ueyama," I radio. "I'll sweep the fleet with magic. Cover the fallout."

Reluctantly, Command agrees. I don't want to use that spell, but with enemies at sea, it's the only way.

"Tatsuya, I'll handle the fleet. This'll drain my psions, so I'm counting on you," I say.

"Got it," Tatsuya replies, his own psion reserves nearly spent from Material Burst.

My eyes glow silver—Osiris Sight, an advanced Elemental Sight that visualizes objects beyond normal perception, amplifying magic power thousands-fold.

"Kaleidoscope," I announce, drawing a specialized pistol CAD, locking onto the fleet near Kerama Islands. "Mirror Dispersion, activate."

A prismatic triangle forms above the fleet, unfolding to engulf it. Blinding light shoots from the center, mirrored by surrounding prisms, forming a massive beam that strikes the sea.

Miya, watching the monitors, gasps. "Light-wave vibration magic?"

The fleet vanishes—no tsunami, just calm. Everyone stares, stunned, except the unconscious Genji.

I collapse, caught by Tatsuya. "You're a mystery, but thanks. You saved us," he says, grabbing my CAD and heading back to base.

The Alliance loses 30,000 soldiers and over 100 ships. Two strategic magicians—Tatsuya and me—emerge, unknown to the world.

Yugen's Perspective

I wake under an unfamiliar ceiling—a villa, not the Mitsuya's. Miya enters.

"You're up," she says.

"Where…?"

"Shiba's villa. Better for Miyuki's sake than the base."

I'd slept three days, drained from massive magic use. Miya negotiated to bring me here to dodge nosy moralists.

Tatsuya and Miyuki returned to Tokyo with Yotsuba escorts. Genji went to report home. Miya asks, "Nagano Yugen? Or Mitsuya Yugen?"

"You figured it out. Genji's Speed Loader gave it away?"

"Your brother's speed implies pre-held magic. And Gozo probably told me your name."

"Genji's single, by the way," I add, catching Miya's interest in my brother.

"Honami's smitten. She confessed after he fainted from overload," Miya says.

Honami, an adjusted magician with a short lifespan. I offer, "I can use Domain Enhancement to strengthen Honami's psion and physical body, extending her life. For you, I'd repair your brain's magic calculation area and psion sensitivity. Condition: don't tell Tatsuya and Miyuki I'm a Mitsuya until the time's right."

Miya agrees. I treat Honami under the guise of checking for attack effects. Miya's body somehow rejuvenates to her mid-20s.

"Leave Honami's family issues to Grandpa Gozo," I say.

Miya hugs me, laughing. "You're something else. Maya will like you."

"Can't… breathe!" I gasp, half-joking to cope.

An email from the Mitsuya estate awaits—details to discuss on return. With the airport closed for three weeks due to reinvasion risks, I'm stuck with Miya, who barges in wearing towels or lingerie, claiming, "Tatsuya's unresponsive."

Honami apologizes, unable to defy Miya. I give in.

"Call me Mom," Miya teases.

"No way. My real dad's more reliable," I think. Miya mutters, "Calling him Dad? Pass."

Her actions feel more lover-like than motherly. She buries my face in her chest.

Miyuki, sensing something, clutches her chest, muttering about growth. Tatsuya sighs, "Sorry, Yugen. Good luck."

The Alliance retreats after heavy losses. Japan condemns them, leaking evidence globally. Their denials are drowned out.

Tatsuya, unofficially "Lieutenant Kuroda Ryuya," joins the 101st Brigade: Independent Magic Battalion for his Material Burst.

I, for Mirror Dispersion, become an unofficial strategic magician in the same brigade, but as a technical officer, rarely deployed. My spell's undetectable nature defies official recognition.

At Naha Airport, Miya sees me off. Honami watches from a distance.

"Thanks for everything," I say.

"No, thank you," Miya replies.

I hand her a faded letter from Gozo, addressed to her from her father, Yotsuba Genzo.

"Sorry for forgetting," I say.

"It's fine. I'll repay you," Miya says, kissing my cheek. "I don't let my prey escape."

Baffled, I leave Okinawa.

Miyuki's Perspective

In the Shiba's chilly living room, I face Tatsuya, irritated. He looks exhausted.

Honami and Miya's treatments worked. Miya's psion sensitivity stabilized, and Honami's lifespan issue, though uncertain, looks promising. Miya, resigned to a short life, feels joy at the prospect of more time.

At the Yotsuba estate, Miya meets Maya after six years. Their rift, sparked by Maya's lost humanity, begins to heal, thanks to Yugen.

"Okinawa's done. What's Yotsuba's next move?" Miya asks.

"We'll handle Honami's case. Gozo's cooperative. We'll talk to the Mitsuya head, considering Tatsuya," Maya says.

"With conditions, including silencing Genji about Tatsuya's Regrowth," Miya notes.

"Surprising. Yugen's condition was just hiding his Mitsuya name," Maya says.

"Miyuki calls Tatsuya 'Brother' now, likely Yugen's influence," Miya adds.

"Same lineage, but he seems troublesome. Popular, maybe?" Maya teases.

Miya frowns. "Wanting more kids, Maya? Yugen's dense."

"Tatsuya's got it rough too. I'd want a son like Yugen," Miya says.

"Yugen's for Miyuki," Maya declares.

"After Tatsuya? Greedy. Maybe I'll adopt Yugen," Miya counters.

As the sisters bicker, Hayama steps in to mediate. Somewhere, Yugen sneezes loudly, oblivious to being their topic.