Shiba Tatsuya:A Second Chance

{Tatsuya pov}

As I was asked by mom to escort Miyuki for a stroll on the beach two a.d.u.l.ts show up trying to impress his friends by humiliating us.

In anger I used my new technique of psion pressure, I discovered that when I use this technique most of the people having lesser the half of my psion quantity will get a unseable pressure forcing them to the ground. For those with higher count can resist better.

Knowing this I applied it on two of them making them kneel, I felt like asking them to seek forgiveness but found it not worth my time hence I left with my sister back to the hotel.

(For now most of the story will go with Miyuki pov as I've already done a few with Tatsuya's)

{Miyuki pov}

As always, my breakfast was provided by Sakurai-san. This villa also technically had an automatic cooking machine managed by a HAR, but Sakurai-san herself had insisted that those who rely on automatic machines become stupid and as such, all her meals were homemade unless under extraordinary circ.u.mstances. Recently, I had taken a hand in helping too, but truth be told, my skills are still very much in the getting there stage.

[Sakurai]:Do you have any plans for today?

As I sipped tea after the meal, Sakurai-san asked that question. In form that would have been addressed to Okaa-sama, but I knew full well it applied to me too.

[Miya]:If the heat lets up, I'd like to go out to sea.

Thinking a little, Okaa-sama gave her reply.

[Sakurai]:Shall I ready the cruiser?

[Miya]: Hmm... a smaller sailing yacht would be nice.

Understood. Is 4pm alright?

Yes, please.

With experience, Sakurai-san smoothly inferred the specifics from Okaa-sama's brief words and deduced her intentions, efficiently assembling a schedule. This means my timetable for past 4pm has been decided as well. Okaasama most likely intends to spend the time until then inside the villa. Now, what shall I do?

[Sakurai]: Miyuki-san, if you have no particular plans, how about going to the beach? Even if you just lie down, I think it'd be a good way to refresh yourself.

Seeing me lost in thought, Sakurai-san made a suggestion.

...I guess so. Then, I suppose I'll just relax on the beach in the afternoon.

[Sakurai]: I'll help you prepare. Ufufu, if you're wearing a swimsuit then you'll need to carefully apply sunscreen to each and every little part of your body.

...Eh? 'Ufufu', that's... ...No, thank you. I can do it by myself.

Now now, there's no need to refrain." ...Sakurai-san strangely seems to be anticipating something. "The sunlight here in the tropics is intense. If you leave a gap somewhere, it'll be terrible."

Thinking of what she would do I ran off to my room shutting myself away from her. Her words we're still ringing in my ears err.

The cruiser Sakurai-san had prepared was a six-seater sailing ship with an electric motor attached. The four of us, along with the helmsman and his assistant, filled the boat to full capacity. I sat awaiting departure on seats arranged face to face. Directly across from me is Okaa-sama, and next to me is my brother. Pretending to watch the sails being set up, I shot a glimpse at my brother's profile. He was staring at the distance looking for something but what?

[Miya]: Miyuki-san, is something bothering you?

Ah, no, it's nothing.

At that unexpected voice, I turned around in a hurry. Not good, not good. I made Okaa-sama worry.

It's been a while since I've gone sailing...

[Miya]: Ah, that's right.

Pretending to watch the sails being set up seems to have worked out. But that won't put them off indefinitely, and I decide to shelve my thoughts for now. Just in time, it seems we're about to depart. Despite the fact that we're not using the motor, we drew away from the pier at a greater speed than I expected. I focused my thoughts on the flowing scenery. In the face of a westerly wind, we were headed in a north-northwest direction.

Upon feeling a particularly sharp wind, I opened my eyes. Sakurai-san was looking sternly out to sea, or rather, glaring. The words the assistant uttered as he desperately appealed into the radio-- submarine? In this situation, I don't think it's the Navy. Could it possibly be foreign? These are Japanese territorial waters though. Don't tell me... an act of aggression!? It wasn't only me starting to fret. As if the ship itself had pushed the panic button, the motor squeaked as it started up and the sails were stowed. As the rudder swung round the cruiser tilted, and I grabbed on to the rail.

[Onii-san]: Ojou-sama, please go to the front.

Although I knew this wasn't a good time, my brother calling me 'Ojousama' all of a sudden was a pretty big shock. It's something that happens often, but to be called in such a way as if I were a stranger saddened me. In the face of that, my attitude unnecessarily hardened.

I know!

With that utterly uncalled for and meaninglessly high pressured line, I complied and left my seat. I observed the foaming sea. Although my brother had his back to me and I couldn't see his face, I just knew what sort of eyes he was making just as sure as if I had taken his hand. Neither glaring, not staring. --simply expressionless and empty, those, eyes of the void.

Sakurai-san already had her CAD on standby. And my brother was—empty handed, just standing there. From behind our wake, two black shadows rapidly approached in our direction. Dolphins? Like hell they were! I could identify those intuitively. Torpedoes!? Without any warning whatsoever!?

(People give some stones to Tatsuya for him to grow up man I can't wait for him it's taking him too long pftt...hahaha)