"Anima, Animusphere"
Slowly, he pulled out the golden dagger, whose blade shone like a gem, from its sheath.
The red-haired girl pointed the tip of her sword at Mikhail VIII, who was fighting fiercely in front of her.
Unlike Animusfia, who has a magic circuit that can absorb magic power, Fujimaru Ritsuka has a magic circuit, but its quality is extremely poor.
Although Animusfia's talent is not much better, in terms of magic, Fujimaru Ritsuka's talent is probably on par with Nero's singing talent.
Just seeing it makes you feel like a disaster is happening before your eyes.
Leonardo da Vinci once pessimistically judged that the magic talent of a girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka would only be able to activate Chaldea's magic ritual in her lifetime.
In other words, it was the previous Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Therefore, when the girl proudly showed the "magic" she learned from Animusfia to Da Vinci and Romani Achiman, Animusfia was also questioned by Da Vinci. I wonder what kind of magic gift he has created that can hide himself.
After Ritsuka proved to Da Vinci that he really had never used any costumes, Da Vinci gave up.
The magic power was gradually extracted from the dress made by Animusfia behind the girl, and concentrated on the dagger, which itself had accumulated a large amount of magic power.
After making sure that he had locked onto Mikhail VIII in front of him, Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly closed his eyes and relied purely on his own intuition to let the tip of the sword follow Mikhail VIII.
"Are you ready? Ritsuka."
Animusfia's voice echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears again. That was when they were still in Chaldea, and Animusfia had not yet recovered the function of her hands.
"Um."
Responding to Animusfia in her memory, the girl nodded.
"Then open your eyes."
What caught her eyes was a pattern that although rarely seen in daily life, could not be said to be completely unseen.
Under the illumination of the laser light, a laser beam passed through the two narrow gaps in front of it.
Under the action of the laser, stripes like zebra crossings were reflected on the opposite wall one after another.
“Normally, light exists in the form of waves—it’s better to say that the light we see is just a small segment of the wave.”
“That’s why there’s such a pattern, right?”
"That's true, but light is not just a wave. In other words, the form of light is not just a wave."
"I have heard this sentence many times. It is said that way, but what can you do to make the light look different? Can you just stand here?"
Animusfia in the memory shook her head with difficulty, and then said to her:
"Of course you can't change the shape of light just by standing... You still have to observe it."
"observe?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Animusfia suspiciously:
“Can just looking change things?”
"Observation is not just about looking, you must have a purpose and expectations, and then collect data and information."
"But in the final analysis, we still have to watch, right?"
"If you insist on understanding it that way, it can only be like that."
Animusfia smiled nonchalantly.
Compared with the role of a "teacher", Fujimaru Ritsuka feels that he is more like a peer with whom he has a good relationship. The fact that he always likes to pretend to be an elder is a shortcoming.
"So, what can you do to change a light?"
"Just observe."
The Animusfia in Fujimaru Ritsuka's memory just focused on the two slits that the laser passed through.
Just by "looking", the laser under Animusfia's gaze began to change, as if it were alive. If you think about it carefully, you can even get a sense of horror that comes from nowhere.
The zebra-like stripes projected on the wall instantly turned into light patterns facing the two slits.
"……Disappeared."
Fujimaru Ritsuka watched in disbelief as the laser was blocked and only passed through two small gaps, so it only projected two light patterns on the wall.
The interference stripes that looked like zebra crossings before disappeared.
It was as if the laser passing through the small slit was no longer a wave, but turned into bullets in an instant.
Only in this way can we explain the existence of light only behind the slit.
"Should we now understand the wave-particle duality of light?"
As Animusfia finished speaking, the laser stripes on the wall turned back into a zebra crossing.
"Why?"
Facing the question from the girl, Animusfia could only shake her head honestly and said:
"I don't know, maybe that's how the world works. At least humans don't know it yet. Even if things like quantum mechanics can explain it, if we delve into quantum mechanics and relativity, we still can't find why the world works according to quantum mechanics. reason."
Animusfia paused, then continued:
"However, you just need to know that just by observing, you can determine the existence of many things, Ritsuka."
After hearing Animusfiya's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka began to stare at the two small slits that the laser passed through.
But no matter how hard she tried, the interference stripes on the wall never changed at all.
"Director, can I really do that too?"
"Of course, haven't you already done this once? Who took away my first kiss at the bottom of the sea in France?"
"That's artificial respiration."
The girl deliberately acted nonchalantly.
And it's not the first kiss either.
She added secretly in her mind.
"Isn't artificial respiration considered the first kiss?! Well, it's up to you. Anyway, think back to how you felt at that time and try it again."
This time, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his eyes accurately, and the tip of the sword in his hand, which was constantly deflected and corrected according to his intuition, was still facing Mikhail VIII who was dodging in all directions.
"senior….."
"Saturn!"
Dozens of jet-black magic beams emerged from the dagger in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, wrapped around the blade, and then spread out in all directions like radiating sea urchin thorns.
Finally, it accurately converged on Mikhail VIII, surrounding him and entangling him.
