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Student 32: Sunset Shimmer - Show Stopper



Sunset's flight through the mirror has landed her in a rather strange world with even stranger magic. Can she survive this middle school life while being taught by a 10 year old from Wales? A Negima crossover fanfiction.

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Arc 6.1: Chapter 46

With the ghost of 3-A “vanquished” by the “brave ghost hunters,” preparations for the haunted house continued. Sunset and a few others took to sneaking supplies to Evangeline’s villa as the start of Mahorafest loomed, returning an hour later with mountains of finished set pieces and props. Thankfully, everyone was too hectic and panicked to question these miracles.

Mid-terms came and went, and Sunset was proud to see that her study group (with the exception of a certain pinkette) had done very well. She herself, of course, got perfect marks.

The final day of preparations arrived, and, somehow, it looked like the haunted house would be complete on time. With luck and elbow grease, they’d even get to sleep that night before Mahorafest began the next day.

Sunset was among the last few workers as the sun began to set. Her Midnight Route required a few complicated bits of machinery that she’d borrowed from the University and had to test out. Ako and Akira were helping her while Yuna and Ayaka finished the last of the set-pieces.

“These ideas of yours are straight-up disturbing,” Akira said, grimacing at the realistic spray of “wipe-away-blood” that one machine produced. “How did you even come up with them?”

“Horror stories of Library dives gone wrong,” Sunset answered not-entirely dishonestly. “And lots of horror movies. Believe it or not, anatomy textbooks were less helpful than the movies; it doesn’t matter what intestines actually look like spilling out of someone’s chest so much as it matters what people think they look like.”

“I am never going through your route,” Ako said with a shudder, stuffing said “intestines” into a manakin. “I don’t know how you’ve been able to sleep at night with all of these ideas running through your head.”

Eh, seen one warlock disembowel himself to fuel an eldritch-summoning ritual, seen it all. “Guess I’ve just got a strong stomach for this kind of thing,” Sunset deflected. “But that’s the last of it. We should probably head out.”

“You go ahead,” Akira said, wiping sweat from her brow. “Ako-chan and I are going to help out a little more to finish it off, but you’ll need your rest if you’re going to be pulling a graveyard shift on top of enjoying the festival. Go on; we’ve got the rest of this.”

Sunset gave a grateful smile and a nod before heading out. She hummed to herself as she walked, a little surprised at her good mood. A month or two ago, she would have scowled at the idea of spending so much time after school helping her class with anything. But Yuna, Makie, and Ako treated her like an old friend by this point - anatitude that she reciprocated - and even Natsumi was no longer nervous around her. Akira had started being friendlier with her too lately, though Sunset noticed that had happened only after the other girls had warmed up to her. She seemed to be the de facto “big sister” of the class, and had kept from getting close to Sunset until she’d been able to take her measure.

Sunset found herself relieved that she’d passed whatever tests Akira had had in mind. A youth spent on the school’s swim team had given the girl a surprising amount of muscle, and while Sunset was under no illusions that the girl posed any serious threat physically, it would be hard to justify being able to curb-stomp her if Akira ever decided that Sunset needed to be brought down a peg; she’d definitely have had to pull her punches and take a few to the face to avoid any suspicion, and Sunset suspected that Akira would fight dirty if it meant protecting her friends and classmates.

“Heh, kind of reminds me of myself, actually,” Sunset reminisced. “Anytime I had green-horns working with me, anyway. I wonder if any of those squirts ever amounted to anything? I’ll have to check up on them once I return. Let’s see, there was… um…”

Sunset came to a stop just outside the school building as her mind went blank. Have… have I really forgotten all of them? I can recall a few faces, but… She sighed and continued walking, her mood significantly dampened. “Just another thing to regret, I guess.”

“Ah! Nichibotsu-chan!”

Sunset looked up and narrowed her eyes. “Shizuna,” she greeted the school guidance counselor shortly. “What business do you have with me?”

Shizuna shrugged off Sunset’s rudeness with a slightly strained smile. “The principal needs to see you immediately,” she said. “It’s a very important meeting.”

“The principal, huh?” Sunset considered refusing, but the principal knew about her being from Equestria. While she didn’t think he’d use that as leverage against her, she’d still rather not get on his bad side. “Sure, fine. I’ll head to the old man’s office.”

“Ah, no,” Shizuna said, her eye twitching at “old man.” “He’s actually waiting for you at the plaza in front of the World Tree.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow but ultimately shrugged, changing direction and walking off without another word, wondering just what the principal wanted to talk with her about. She couldn’t recall any egregious rule-breaking that she’d been a part of lately. Well, except for staying at the school too late to work on the haunted house props, but most of the class was guilty of that, and several other classes besides. Which meant…

Something to do with magic. Sunset’s back straightened at the thought and her hand twitched towards the pocket where she kept her wand. Must be serious if he’s calling me out about it.

As she approached the World Tree Plaza, she tilted her head back to take in the massive object that towered over everything else in the city. The World Tree was deserving of its name, as wide around as any of the school buildings and taller than any skyscraper she’d ever seen pictures of. If it had been placed at the base of the Canterhorn, its branches might even have kissed the base of Lower Canterlot.

The plaza itself already contained over a dozen people. Sunset recognized the principal's wizened old frame, as well as Takamichi and a few other teachers. There were a few students as well, one of whom Sunset recognized.

“Dog-boy?” Sunset asked in surprise as she ascended the stairs to the plaza propper. “I’m surprised they brought you into this. Aren’t you still technically on probation or something for Kyoto?”

“It’s because of that probation that I’m here,” Kotarou answered. “They told me that this job would clear me, so I can finally say goodbye to all these annoying interviews and check-ins.”

“Good to hear.” Sunset nodded curtly to one of the teachers. “Takamichi.”

He nodded in return, his usual pleasant smile on his face. “Nichibotsu. You seem to be doing better.” His smile turned more genuine. “I may not agree with your methods, but thank you for helping Negi-kun.”

She shrugged off his thanks. “Just said what needed to be said.” She turned to the principal. “So? What’s this all about?”

Several of the teachers glared at Sunset for her rudeness, but the principal waved them off. “One moment, Nichibotsu,” he said. “We’re waiting on two more.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow and surveyed the group again. Her eyes fell on Kotarou, and she connected the dots. “Ah. So that’d be-”

“Ah! Negi-kun!”

Sunset turned at the principal’s greeting and, sure enough, found Negi ascending the steps, Setsuna right behind him.

“Right this way young friend,” the principal said, gesturing Negi towards them. “I hope you’re feeling more at home here at Mahora?”

“Y-yes, I am,” Negi stammered in reply, looking around. “Wh-what is…”

“Ah yes. Allow me to explain.” The principal cleared his throat and began pulling a hand through his long, white beard. “These people are usually scattered throughout the university-town. Elementary-school, Middle-school, High-school, and University. Magic teachers, and a few magic pupils.”

Sunset hummed in mild surprise while Negi responded with shock. The teachers reintroduced themselves to him, apologizing for their deceptions. Sunset, for her part, had already known about a few of them, both from Takamichi and from sensing their magical power herself. The principal’s confirmation that everyone here was a mage reinforced her suspicion that they were gathered to deal with some sort of magical problem.

“Now then,” the principal said as Negi’s shock wore off, “I’ve gathered us today because a problem has arisen. It will require all of our strengths to resolve it.”

Most of the students - and Negi - seemed nervous at this announcement while the older teachers simply seemed intrigued. Kotarou looked like he was spoiling for a fight. Sunset, for her part, kept her expression neutral.

“This is an unconventional problem,” the principal continued, “and one that is more subtle than an enemy mage. But it is a serious issue none-the-less. I assume that you’ve all heard the World Tree Legend of Unrequited Love?”

Sunset groaned and Kotarou scoffed. “Aah, that thing?” Kotarou asked. “It’s a famous but worthless story my classmates keep going on about. They say that on the last day of the school festival, people wish on the World Tree, hoping it will grant their desire. It’s mostly used for lovey-dovey confessions and stupid things like that.”

Sunset nodded along. She’d heard the rumor as well. In fact, she’d heard the rumor almost non-stop for the past week from both the girls in her class and the general student body. It seemed that half the girls at Mahora were hoping either to confess or be confessed to during the school festival. Sunset had dismissed it herself as nothing but the vapid fantasies of hormonal, love-struck kids, but if the principal was bringing it up…

“Unfortunately,” the principal said, “the rumors are partially true. Confessions are helped along once every 22 years. Ladies and gentlemen, from tonight until sunset on the final day of the school festival, the Legend of the World Tree will come true. So you must watch out for this behavior, and block any confessions made by pupils.”

“EH?!”

Negi and most of the students reacted with shock. Even a few of the older teachers seemed surprised. “But, isn’t it just a superstition?” Setsuna asked.

“Ho ho ho.” The principal chuckled, stroking his beard once again. “To be brief, the students call this the World Tree and take good care of it, but it’s not just an ordinary tree. Its actual name is ‘The Sacred Tree Bontou,’ and a very powerful magic is hidden inside. Several wood-element-aligned ley lines converge beneath this tree, and wood magic begins to build up over time.Once every 22 years, that magical power gains enough strength to overflow its boundaries. From the World Tree at the center, the magic is channeled into six points around it, including this plaza.

“Now, this power is not omnipotent, and it won’t grant just any wish. Wishes for world domination, a hundred billion yen, or selfish nonsense such as the girl you like’s underwear will be ignored. But the wish that it does grant can be a terrible trap for young people. And this is the reason we’re so concerned. You see, confessions around the World Tree during this time achieve a 120% success rate.”

Sunset let out a low whistle. Even disregarding having lived with the Princess of Love for a year, she understood well the dangers of this sort of subtle mind-altering magic. “That is impressive.”

“That’s impossible!” Kotarou shouted. “How the heck does it work more than 100% of the time? You’re pulling our legs, old man.”

“”You’re too narrow-minded, dog-boy,” Sunset reprimanded. “There are any number of ways for this sort of magic to manipulate people even without a direct confession. Innuendo. A one-sided hug or kiss. I usually roll my eyes when people talk about ‘putting their love into’ whatever gift or goodie they make for their crush, but even that might be enough for the tree to work with.”

The principal nodded. “Nichibotsu has the right of it. We’d usually be better prepared for this, but there have been some abnormalities in the weather due to sunspots this last year that are causing the release to occur a year early. As such, I am drafting the various mages already stationed at this school to lend their aid.”

“But, is this really so dangerous?” Negi asked. “I mean, having sweethearts and such is normal, isn’t it?”

Sunset sighed. “You’re a kid after all, Wildfire.” She glanced towards the principal. “Mind if I take this one?” At his nod, she elaborated.

“Love is the single most powerful emotion that one can feel, capable of overriding wrath, lust, and even fear of death and public speaking. It has compelled individuals, communities, and entire nations to act in ways that - to an outside observer - seem as madness. The root cause of the Trojan War can be traced to love. Romeo and Juliete are prime examples of what happens when one considers only love in one’s decision-making. There are more songs, books, and poems written about love than about any other topic.

“And that’s just natural love. Love augmented by magic can create disasters unlike any you can imagine. There is a story from my homeland about a king and queen who, bamboozled into drinking a love potion, neglected the affairs of state in favor of staring into each other’s eyes until the whole of the nation was in ruin. One of my contemporaries wielded love as a potent and powerful weapon in and of itself and, though her combat instincts are laughable and she’s borderline pacifistic, she has the potential to become the most powerful mage in all of history. Even a small love potion can cause the best of friends to literally murder each other in a desperate frenzy to be the only one to stand beside their newfound ‘love.’ Permanent love ensorcellment is nothing short of mind-control based slavery. Temporary bewitchment is even worse, as the victim is left hollow and forever burdened by the decisions he made while so enchanted. Love is dangerous, potentially deadly. Magic-induced love is nothing short of monstrous.”

The plaza was silent for a long moment, everyone staring in shock at Sunset. “That was…” Setsuna eventually ventured, “...surprisingly thorough.”

Sunset turned a level glare on the swordswoman. “One year. Living together with her. And getting these lectures constantly. I became a graduate-student of love without even trying.”

The principal cleared his throat. “Yes, well, Nichibotsu is essentially correct. And unfortunately, rumors have already spread wildly throughout the student body.”

“Indeed,” one of the teachers said, leafing through a binder. “According to ‘The Academy Seven Wonders Research Society,’ ‘The Academy Chronicle,’ ‘The Occult Society,’ and ‘The Study of the World Tree from the So-Called Love Society,’ ‘observations indicate that stories about the World Tree Luminescence Phenomenon have considerable truth and it brings people closer together. Even ‘Mahora Sport’ has released an article about it - among others - and the rate of the spread of rumors among academy students are as follows: for the boys, 34%, and for the girls, 79%. People are discussing it seriously, but few think it to actually be true.”

“But with the rumor spreading so much,” another teacher added, “it will likely embolden those who have heard it to make confessions whether they believe the rumor or not; there’s always that lingering though in the back of the mind of ‘what if?’”

“And that’s why we need everyone’s help,” the principal concluded. “We need to prevent confessions at these six locations. It’s awkward and cumbersome that it coincides with the school festival this year, but there’s no helping that. We’ll be dividing up the shifts as follows. Takamichi-kun, you’ll take-”

One of the students twitched, a girl that Sunset hadn’t met before. “Principal, we’re being watched.”

Mana flared from most of the gathered mages as everyone tried to find what the student had sensed. Ah, nostalgia, Sunset thought as she searched. I haven’t felt this many flavors of mana all at once since the mage corp. She quickly found what the other girl had sensed: a small helicopter drone with a camera, hovering a few hundred meters distant in the air.

One of the teachers - a tall man with slicked-back hair and sunglasses - flicked his finger in the drone’s direction, bisecting it and sending it crashing to the ground. “There was a strong feeling of magic in that machine,” he said. “It seems that she still hasn’t given up on finding out who the mages are.”

“Chase them!” The principal ordered. “If they get too far, there will be too much publicity about this. Limit the number of pupils who find out!”

Several of the teachers shot off. Sunset raised an eyebrow at the principal. “One of the students is trying to expose magic?”

The principal nodded with a sigh. “This student discovered magic a few months ago and has already tried to expose us three times. It’s nothing we can’t handle, but it is troubling.” He shook his head. “But that’s not your concern. I’ll send you all the information about your shifts later. For now, scatter!”

Sunset quickly departed, noting as she did so that people had already begun to crowd the plaza. “Rather convenient that they left us alone for so long,” she muttered to herself. “A barrier?”

“That’s right.” Sunset barely managed to hold back her flinch as Takamichi answered her; she hadn’t even realized he was walking beside her. “The principal put it up before the meeting. Anyone without magic was subtly influenced to take a different route to wherever they were going, leaving the plaza free for us to use.”

“Useful trick,” Sunset acknowledged. She glared up at Takamichi. “So why are you following me?”

Takamichi looked down at her, and Sunset was surprised to see a touch of wariness in his eyes. “I just wanted to talk about the student who’s trying to expose us. I know that magic is common knowledge in the world you come from, and I know that you don’t approve of how we conceal it here. Nichibotsu, if this student came to recruit you, would you join her?”

Sunset held his gaze for a moment before shrugging. “A couple videos of people talking in a plaza aren’t going to convince anyone. CGI is so good that even videos of an all-out mage battle would be easy to discredit. If some kid here at Mahora thinks it will be that easy to expose magic to this blissfully ignorant world, then she’s a fool. Bring me a cabal of outcasts with a lot of black market power and behind-the-scenes political influence, and maybe I’ll consider their proposition.”

Takamichi chuckled, and his expression softened. “I admit, I thought you were more of an idealist than that.”

“I’m an ambitious and idealistic practicalist,” Sunset corrected. “Don’t get me wrong, when magic is finally revealed to this world, I’ll probably be right at the head of it. I just don’t believe for a second that some student who just discovered the existence of magic recently has a chance.” She shot a half-playful half-cocky grin up at Takamichi. “Don’t discount me as a threat just yet.”

Takamichi just smiled, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “Hopefully I’ll be retired by the time your revolution comes around, then. At the rate you’re progressing, I won’t stand a chance against you.”

Sunset took the compliment and split off from him, turning back towards the dorms. You’d better retire soon then, Takamichi. Once I ascend, I don’t plan on resting on my laurels for long.

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