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“Exactly.” Natsu smiled, proud of the way the concept clicked for her. “That’s Dijkstra’s algorithm in a nutshell. But we’ll add a twist.”

“This is where art meets science,” Natsu said, his voice low. “We’ll let the program ‘wander’ a bit, just like we do in real life. It makes the journey more interesting, even if it’s not the absolute shortest.”

“Exactly.” Natsu’s eyes glittered. “Now, why don’t you run the program and see what path it chooses?” Layarxxi.pw.Natsu.Igarashi.teaches.his.stepsist...

His stepsister, Aiko, was fifteen, a shy girl with an unruly mop of dark hair and an unquenchable curiosity. She’d spent most of her childhood watching Natsu disappear into his laptop-lit world, only to reappear with a fresh batch of gadgets and half‑finished inventions.

“Do you ever think about where this will take us?” Aiko asked, eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky was a bruised shade of violet. “Exactly

Natsu laughed, the sound mingling with the distant hum of traffic. “And when that day comes, I’ll be right there, teaching the next stepsister—or maybe a friend—how to find her own way.”

“Yo, Aiko,” Natsu called, pushing the door open with a grin. “Ready for today’s lesson?” “We’ll let the program ‘wander’ a bit, just

Aiko watched, her eyes tracking the syntax like a detective following clues. “So the algorithm looks at all possible paths and picks the one with the lowest total cost?”