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

A birthday—the day someone was born. Obvious, right? No one needs to tell you that.

For me, it coincides with "a certain event," so my gifts are always… unconventional. I've gotten used to it, not because I wanted to, but still.

"Yugen-oniisama! Here's your chocolate gift! I polished it even more than last year!" Shina declared.

Look, Shina, my dear sister, I appreciate your enthusiasm for feeding me delicious stuff, but you're pouring energy into the wrong direction. I'm her blood brother—simple gifts are fine, I told her. But when I accepted it, Jiro, standing behind her, shot me a look of mixed envy and jealousy.

At least Shina's gift is straightforward. Some memories are too painful to dwell on.

Anyway, after the Blanche incident, I was in the living room, tapping away at my terminal's keyboard. Miyuki hovered nearby, her expression torn between speaking and hesitating. She looked cute, but I kept my face neutral and spoke up.

"What's up, Miyuki? Got something to talk about?"

"Um… it's about tomorrow…" she said.

Tomorrow—April 24th—is Tatsuya's birthday. Miyuki wanted to cook an extra-special meal for him and host a small birthday party at Einebrise, the café we've been frequenting since starting high school. She'd invite classmates. The party wasn't her idea—Erika reserved the place. After hearing about it, I paid the full cost upfront. My bank balance didn't budge, but I'm not sure if that's something to celebrate or lament.

The guest list, besides the three of us at the Sibas', included Leo, Erika, Mizuki, Toya, Shizuku, and Honoka—six in total. Except for Erika, who made the call, the others didn't know it was Tatsuya's birthday.

"If you know Japanese cuisine, could you… help me?" Miyuki asked.

"Sure, just say the word," I replied.

Surprising, though. I figured Miyuki would insist on doing it alone. When I asked why, she said, "Baking always makes me cry, so I thought I'd surprise him with cooking."

I'm not trying to make her cry. But her baking struggles have gotten me heavily restricted from the Siba kitchen. Tatsuya's fine with it, but Miyuki's the boss—democracy rules, apparently. I still sneak in to bake when she's out. She grudgingly allows that much.

"I've helped with cooking plenty, so I'm in. Prep for today?" I offered.

I learned cooking and baking at the Mitsuya and Ueyama households to hone my dexterity for CAD crafting. My skills satisfy even my picky eldest sister and cousin. Still, Miyuki's probably better.

Some people excel at everything. I used to think that was a fairy tale.

I'm determined to make delicious food for Onii-sama's birthday—no cutting corners. So, I asked Yugen-san to help, and… he's incredible. His movements are fluid, like a master chef's.

He said he learned from Mitsuya household staff and often cooked for Ueyama disciples.

"Mind tasting this?" he asked.

"Oh, yes… It's good," I said.

It's delicious—undeniably so. A level I haven't reached. I've worked hard, but sometimes "genius" outshines effort. Even now, I stay sharp—handling a knife risks cuts, and I can't trouble Onii-sama over this.

What can't Yugen-san do?

We finished prep, and while grinding coffee beans, I sank into thought. Yugen-san's the only man besides Onii-sama I think about this much. Since starting school, guys keep approaching me with empty flattery—"An honor to be in your department," or "A blooming flower of our school." It's exhausting.

School rules keep me and Onii-sama in different classes, which can't be helped. I wished Yugen-san—back when I knew him as Yuto-san—were in my year. That faint hope came true; he's in my grade. He revealed he's from the Ten Master Clans, shook hands with Onii-sama, and I pushed his Mitsuya ties to the back of my mind. I was just happy to attend school with someone important to me. Maybe because I understand my own origins, his didn't matter.

Onii-sama's asked, "Don't you like Yugen?" I've dodged the question. He saved my life, faced me genuinely—not my power, but me. That feeling… I don't understand it yet.

Mother's marriage to my biological father was arranged, so I only know love from books. Yugen-san's someone I respect, as dear as Onii-sama. But is it love? I'm not sure.

Yugen-san's tougher than I thought. Onii-sama once said, "His heart probably suffers more than mine, despite my lack of emotions." So, I want to be strong enough to stand beside them, doing what I can to the fullest.

Oh… I did it again.

A bit of magic leaked out. Embarrassing, but thankfully Onii-sama didn't notice, and I didn't say it aloud.

I want to heal them both. That's one thing I can say with confidence.

April 24th.

Tatsuya headed to Kokonoe Temple for training, as usual. Miyuki handled most of the cooking, with me as taster and backup.

When Tatsuya returned, he raised an eyebrow at Miyuki in a kimono and apron.

"It's your birthday, Tatsuya," I said.

"Oh, right. Forgot," he replied.

"Onii-sama, please take a seat," Miyuki said.

Tatsuya ate Miyuki's breakfast. To keep the mood, I made and ate my own earlier. Miyuki was busy with his, so I made hers, too. She pouted, clearly not thrilled.

"Hm. You've improved, Miyuki," Tatsuya said.

"Thank you! I'm so glad you're happy!" she beamed.

It's heartwarming to watch them. As I thought that, Miyuki appeared behind me, grabbing my shoulders with a radiant smile. Her grip hurt.

"Yugen-san, shall we talk later?" she said.

"What'd I do? I was just thinking you two are a sweet sibling pair… You'd make a great wife, Miyuki."

"…You're sly, unfair, a gigolo," she said.

I don't get it. Was praising her a mistake? I didn't see anything to criticize. Her flushed cheeks and accusations left me stumped.

Tatsuya, watching, said one word: "Please."

"Please what!?" I shot back.

The Siba siblings are a puzzle in every sense. Erika in the source material said, "Pointing out their quirks is the real mistake." Spot-on.

"You look beat, Yugen," Tatsuya said.

"Yeah, it's been a lot. I'll bounce back for the party, don't worry."

That night, Einebrise was reserved for Tatsuya's modest birthday party. His mother, Maya, wanted to come but stayed away to avoid Saegusa spies. She congratulated him verbally at midnight, having sent a gift already. His aunt wanted to join, too, but let's not dive into that darkness.

The café master, bringing food, asked, "What's today about?"

"Just a wrap-up party," I said.

"It's Tatsuya-kun's birthday!" Miyuki chirped.

"What!?" the unaware guests gasped.

As expected, those who didn't know were stunned. Erika, who knew the month but confirmed the date with Miyuki, glared at her for being vague. Miyuki just smiled innocently—definitely her mother's daughter.

The guests felt bad for not bringing gifts, but the master stepped in.

"Hey, Tatsuya-kun probably didn't want you to stress. How about we call this Sachertorte a joint gift from me and you all?"

"Thank you, Master!" they said.

Candles were lit on the cake, Tatsuya blew them out, and Miyuki sliced it into ten perfect pieces—a miracle. As we ate, some faces—specifically the girls who'd tasted that person's sweets before—Miyuki, Erika, and Shizuku—shifted.

"Delicious! …Miyuki-chan?" Mizuki said.

"Hm? What's up?" Miyuki asked.

"Was it… not to your taste?"

"No, it's not that. It's delicious, but… Master, who made this Sachertorte?"

Mizuki's concern prompted Miyuki to ask. The master chuckled. "Yugen-kun made it. Said it was for someone special's birthday. It was so good, I got the recipe."

The girls froze. The master laughed, and I tilted my head.

"You've got it rough, kid," the master said.

"Maybe it's too sweet? Nah, the taste's solid," I said.

"It's damn good. You could open a shop," Tatsuya added.

Tatsuya nodded, eating bite by bite. Leo and Toya chimed in.

"It's great, but… smart, good-looking, magic-wielding, and baking? That's cheating," Leo said.

"Red-card level," Toya added.

"Red card's harsh… You two aren't exactly unpopular," I said.

"I'm the most average here," Tatsuya said.

Baking's not a big deal for a guy. Cooking and baking can be tough work—shouldn't that be fine? And Tatsuya, "average" is the furthest word from you.

For the Saegusa apology, I brought a ton of homemade cookies. Kasumi was thrilled, saying, "Thanks, Yugen-nii!" Izumi beamed, "Thank you, Yugen-oniisama. I'll savor them." Mayumi, though, muttered, "Yugen, you're a monster," and sulked in a corner. That range of reactions is rare.

From White Day, Kyoko said I'm good at charming women. Mio declared she'd become a mature woman. Masaki's sister, Akane, thanked me but roasted her "hopeless" brother—hang in there, Masaki-niisan. The Ichijo heiress sent a warlike "Prepare yourself!" and my sister's friend from the Tsukuba house said, "I want to know you better." All I did was send homemade cookies as a White Day return gift. Weird.

Here, the three girls reacted predictably.

"Typical Yugen," Erika said. "Some people can't handle it."

"…" Miyuki and Shizuku silently pinched my sides.

Their words were light, but Erika's thinking, Gotta study cooking… Miyuki and Shizuku's pouts spoke volumes. Mizuki and Honoka just gave wry smiles.