Chapter 77
"Miyu, dear, come help me with this," said Izuhara Ina. This women looks around fifty but is actually about eighty.
"Yes"
Izuhara Sai, Ina's daughter was cutting up some radishes she smiled at Rachel as she watched thee youthful girl pa.s.s by her.
The Izuhara household had taken her in twenty years ago, and yet she still looks no more than a young fifteen-year-old girl. But, then again, she was a witch who fought the Neorui for forty years without aging a single bit.
It's a good thing the Izuhara household never asked her questions when she showed up at their door. They were very kind people to take her in.
But Rachel couldn't help but be satisfied with it. Miyu had a lot of secrets and many of them made her doubt a lot of things and...Plus, with some memories not all together, it makes it even harder.
Ina and Sai were in the Kitchen preparing lunch. Rachel walked in to join them and helped set up the table. Before moving next to Sai to help cut up some radishes.
And not long later Lunch was prepared, and the rest of the household came down. The table was large and fully prepared it looked like a fest.
Rachel stood at the base of the stairs.
"Ane, Chizu, Yui, Koko, Usagi, Kaori, Rino! Lunch is ready!" she called and then moved to the side as a stampeded of steps came running down. Rachel smiled as the girl rushed to the table like hungry bears.
Rachel eyes then traveled down to their legs; her mind screamed other things. No Pants!
In this world, it is the norm for women to not wear pants.
Rachel looked down at her modest long skirt and sweater, the whole household commented on what she is wearing. But, she insisted on her closed fas.h.i.+on sense.
Ding,
"I'll get, " Rachel said as she saw Sai about to get up. She rushed walked over to the door and opened it. The familiar face of a well-known person from the anime Major Furukawa Mio.
The Major and her subordinate behind took a good look at Rachel and where stunned.
Rachel wanted to snap back 'Is it wrong that I'm covering my legs!' her mind yelled "You must be Major Furukawa, I apologies the rest of my family are having lunch at this time. So it would be-"
For whatever reason, the Major's name from the anime was completely different. It's like it was changed to avoid copyright issue.
"No need Miyu, allow them to come in," Ina said from the side.
"Well, as you heard her, please come in" Rachel opened the door for the pair to come in.
[You do know that she does become your boss later, right]
The Mio looked at Rachel with a frown "Have we met before?" Mio suddenly said.
"No we have not," Rachel said calmly.
Major Furukawa's family has been friend with the scientist who experimented on Miyu, It wouldn't be unusual for her to have seen at least a picture of Miyu, well, it was a Miyu with silver hair and eyes. Compared to her look now with brown hair and eyes.
-Later-
Rachel didn't follow them in as she stayed outside and started to rake the leaves in the nearby area. When Major Furukawa came back out with her subordinate and stared at Miyu before walking up to her.
"Old Madam Izuhara said
"Yes, I was" Rachel smiled but didn't look at Major Furukawa, the leaves were finally in a large pile. Rachel reached into her skirt and dug out a lighter and lit the pile on fire.
"She thinks you might be willing to join the Flight Wing units" Major Furukawa sighed "That you may be the only one interested in joining"
"Yes, I'm willing to join"
"It's okay if you said no, I was nev-" Major Furukawa paused as she realized what Rachel just said.
Rachel chuckled "I'm willing to join"
"Great" Major Furukawa said with her own laugh.
Rachel was at the End of The s.h.i.+p that was leaving for the Special Aerial infantry unit the famous 501st joint fighter Wing. The Izuhara household had waved goodbye to her. Rachel felt it was kind of said, this may be the last time she will see these people. She stayed at the end of this s.h.i.+p even when she could no longer see the port.
The 501st Joint Fighter Wing "Strike Witches" is a specialist unit comprised of several of the greatest aces of the time as the first established Joint Fighter Wing. The unit was first stationed in Britannia under the jurisdiction of the Western World headquarters until the Liberation of Gallia after which it was disbanded.
The unit based in Romagna, on an island in the Adriatic Sea.
"So, does the Akagi provide a smooth sail so far?" Major Furukawa asked from behind her.
"Yes…" Rachel said as she stared into the sunset.
"You mature for a fifteen-year-old"
"You think so?" Rachel looked at Major Furukawa "Major Furukawa You're from Fuso, yes?"
"I am"
"The 4th generation striker units were tested in Fuso, I was just wondering if you were a test piolet for them."
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"I was"
"How does it feel, no, how do they feel?"
"They are heavy at first, but, once the magic is poured into them, they become so light that you dent even feel them...Are you always going to wear clothes like that?" Major Furukawa pointed at her skirt.
"Yes, I hope too. But I understand in Britannia we are always on alert for attacks from the Neuroi."
"Yes, they will get in the way when you wear the Strikers"
"I know, it's such a shame though," Rachel said while she was thinking 'I really don't want to be apart of the fan-service that goes on here. "Do you have any striker units on board"
Major Furukawa then smiled; Rachel could see a little spark in her eyes. As she leads her to dock of the s.h.i.+p and inside something that looks like a building with a curved roof.
"Here they are," Major Furukawa said, the striker units were in full view as mechanics were cleaning up after working on them.
[A Striker Unit is pair of hybrid mechanical/magical propeller devices used by Witches for flight and worn over their legs. They are rigid, preventing movement of the knees, but can be disengaged on the field if needed. When wearing a Striker a Witch's power is vastly increased by a magic engine in the unit, resulting in the constant manifestation of their animal ears and tails. It grants them the powers of high-speed flight, increased physical abilities, and the ability to raise stronger defensive s.h.i.+elds. These units have seen continuous improvements over the years. Their fourth generation being the most productive so far.]
'Great Definition Elfin, although I already know that' Rachel smile became sad 'They haven't been able to surpa.s.s the 1st generation models that were created by Miyu.'
"Do you mind, If I give it a try?" Rachel asked.
"I don't but, it is difficult for new-comers…..Ah!Miyu"
Rachel slipped into the unit and applied her magic and Activating the unit with no trouble.
'unbelievable, she got it to start without any problems' Major Furukawa then jumped onto the striker next to her. But, was distracted by something odd.
Rachel took off towards the deck without any warning and straight into the sky her long skirt flutter in the wind. "Huh, I thought the skirt would be more of a problem."
"Miyu!" Major Furukawa was by her side in seconds.
"Ah! Sorry, Major Furukawa, I took off without warning" Rachel said after doing a twirl.
"….." Major Furukawa just looked at her.
"Major Furukawa, is there anything wrong," Rachel asked in confusion.
"No ears or tail…" she said
"Ah! Your right." To any other witch, the striker units increased their powers. But, for Miyu it was to decrease her power. Miyu ears and tail disappear when using them.
"So, White has returned" Rachel paused at the voice and turned to its direction. Major Furukawa pulled a confused face and also turned to the direction Miyu was facing.
'Although I knew, on would come, I guess I wished they wouldn't' Rachel thought, Miyu could always hear the voices of the Neuroi, as well as she, can locate them before they attacked. In Miyu's memories she heard their horrified screams as she ended their lives without a twitch.
Some wanted to fight, while others just wanted to attack. It didn't matter to Miyu at all.
"What's wrong?" Major Furukawa asked as she got closer.
"I suppose this can also be considered fate," Rachel said aloud trying to be mysterious.