My Dearest

Omake~Code: Pitchforks With Aliens? No Way!

For one thing, my mission didn't involve exterminating aliens with pitchforks.

Surrounding Team Inahari, was a pasteur field, filled with cows and pigs, it was a farm in the middle of Hokkaido, District 7. The Leader of Kyoumei no Okami had invited us here, in order to spend some "bonding time" with our team.

As Endless Paradox, our Headquarters for the Arch War, has been with Kyoumei no Okami, one of the 16 communities for years of friendship, we were to go there under orders. Going to other territories was dangerous for us Coders, but we somehow made it here.

Coders, people who had been gifted with intellectual powers, while also strange gifts. Whether frosting citizens, shooting with great accuracy, or able to switch weapons, we Coders are humanities greatest people. In fact, we are contracted to communities in the 16 Districts, one communities for each.

Of course, with my abilities, it was to be taken lightly. As a Coder myself, this mission was going to be taking a candy away from a hungry desperate human. The only problem? The fact that Aliens exists.

"Shion, let me get this straight. Aliens lives on Earth? In the middle of Hokkaido?" Shion, a member of Team Inahari with Code: Trajectory, looked at me strangely as the bus we were on rode off. She was carrying a small bag, while holding the pitchfork in her hands, her right hand was holding the straw hat on her head that she brought for the trip.

"Yes. As long they act like normal citizens, then we let them live in protection of the city." From the distance, I could see the shadow of the Monolith. A large structure that holds the extracted water from the Philosopher stone, where it's encoded to the building itself. It acts like a barrier from any attacks, preferably an alien attack.

"Daichi, that must gotten you surprised, right?" Kiriya nodded his head at me, throwing me a pitchfork. Another member of Team Inahari, his code is Code: Switch, able to switch weapons at ease. And that's how we can get an endless supply of pitchforks if we somehow lost the stupid tool.

"Team Inahari is appointed for this mission, due to the circumstances that we have never helped them in the fields before. Head wanted us to know how the aliens works." Carrying her book, Rei softly slammed her book on my head.

"If aliens could live here, what else? Vampires? Werewolves?" Since it was ridiculous, I expected no one to say yes, but the three were moving uncomfortably as if they know something. Being exasperated, we started walking down the road toward the farm we are going to live at.

"Welcome Coders from Endless Paradox, thank you for coming here." The aliens were nice in overal appearences, as well as showing us new technique to grow plants. If using dog poop as nutrients for carrots, then our food will grow faster. Let's say everyone avoided the carrots during Dinner.

The aliens parents are nice but not their son, A-ya*.

"Hey, it's Strawberry Panties again!" The son looked perfectly like a 7 year old boy, with the Japanese common looks as well. Shion was glaring at the boy, scrunching her hand into a fist. On the first day, he flipped her skirt to see her underwear. I laid my hand on her fist, circling my thumb in a circular motion to calm her down.

"Thanks, Dai-kun," She said, giving me a rare smile. I don't normally comfort people. When I do, it usually get a foot to my face by an embarrased girl. "But I really need to kill that child."

To be a good loyal friend, I went finding A-ya all over the place, only to find him at the park, hiding in the bushes.

"Are you a stalker?" I asked, as A-ya suddenly jumped up and glared at me. He pulled me down with indescriable force and I looked where A-ya was looking. At the swing, a doll was swinging the swings softly, her black hair flying into the winds.