novelA Certain Ojou's Railgun (2)
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But after Mikoto took a look, her expression became serious.
"Indeed... the answers are correct."
"Hmm? What are you trying to say?"
"Was he this smart? From what I remember, he shouldn't be this good."
"What? But he got the correct answer, didn't he?"
"Mm... His grades at school are indeed top of the class... but his ability is Level 4 Telekinesis, a kind of unseen power that can control objects from a distance."
"Does that have anything to do with his grades?"
"Of course it does." Mikoto crossed her arms and said, "According to that nosy Shirai Kuroko's behind-the-scenes investigations, he actually got his grades through cheating. His method is to put a thin layer of his ability on the computer screen for the exam, feel the minute heat and radiation, and reverse-engineer the correct answer... Simply put, it's like a stethoscope. So, his grades and his knowledge have no connection."
"Uwaa..." Kamijou was speechless. He had heard of a special kind of machine that could measure the slight magnetic field released to decode the electronic flow of information. But for a human to be able to achieve the same thing really surprised Kamijou.
"How come you can just stand there and say it like it's nothing special?"
"It's not that rare, is it? As an Electromaster myself, I can do similar things—for example, stealing information from a credit card's magnetic strip."
Looking at Mikoto saying it as if it was nothing special, the Level 0 Kamijou Touma could only choose to keep silent.
Part 12
August 31, 12:12 PM.
Lunchtime.
Maybe it was because he already had a hotdog that Kamijou didn't feel that hungry. But he just remembered that Index was left alone in the student dorms. The kitchen had some food, like bread, that didn't need to be cooked before being eaten, so she shouldn't starve. But knowing Index, she would probably not do anything and just wait for Kamijou to get back.
"Alright, so the act stops here. To repay you, I'll treat you to something. What do you want to eat?"
"You still want to eat? No, thanks, I'm not that hungry."
"It's to repay you, so just accept it already. Ah, the extra-large sized 'hell's fried rice' that's free if you can finish it in an hour! Do you want to try?"
"You're just messing with me now, aren't you?"
As it was now time for food, many students came out looking for a place to eat, and the place started to get bustling.
Kamijou followed Mikoto in the crowd, being careful not to lose her, and said, "Wait, if we end the act now, how are you going to deal with Unabara?"
"I'll handle that myself. I might get in some trouble with the director, but... Forget it, that's my problem."
Mikoto's tone seemed to show that she was resigned to whatever would come after that. Kamijou decided not to press the issue any further.
The two of them went to various places looking for a place to eat lunch, but all the restaurants were full. In the end, the two decided to buy some cheap hamburgers and just eat them outside. But even with this compromise, all the fast food retailers had long queues; it looked like they would be lining up for a while.
"I'll go stand in the queue, you just go stay somewhere for a while. I'll decide what to eat; there's no problem, right?"
"Ah? We can just line up together, right?"
"Don't worry. I'm the one that dragged you into this, so I should be doing some of the more boring stuff."
After that, Mikoto went off and joined the queue. Maybe it was because this shop was exceptionally popular that many more came soon afterward, and Mikoto disappeared into the crowd.
If he tried to force his way into the crowd to join Mikoto, it would probably be rude to the others around them, so Kamijou gave up on trying to go in and stayed outside by himself.
(Uu, in the direct sunlight of summer, it's probably worse out here than inside. Ahh, come to think of it, what am I going to do about my summer homework?)
Kamijou looked up and stared at the sun with an expression like a slowly drying potted plant. At this time, a familiar face showed up next to him.
Unabara Mitsuki.
"Eh? What are you doing here? And by yourself? Did you finish what you two were doing already?"
"Hmm? Ah, Misaka's in there." Kamijou pointed inside."Do you want to go and talk to her? She should be calm enough now to be able to talk to you."
"No, don't bother; just then, she still seemed unhappy."
Unabara said that with a troubled look on his face.
Part 13
August 31, 12:15 PM.
At the takeaway, it was as crowded as a train carriage during rush hour.
Mikoto in the crowd looked tiredly at the ceiling.
(Summer, the crowd, the heat... Uu... The air conditioner is on, so why is it still so hot!?)
Looking at the unmoving line, Mikoto considered whether to change to another shop. But looking back, there was also a wall of people behind her. If she tried to go out now, she would also cause trouble for people.
Mikoto dryly laughed a few times. At that moment, someone pushed forcibly into the crowd from the back, amid the annoyance and displeasure of the people who moved aside like the tides parting.
Then, the crowd in front of her parted aside.
From the crowd, someone she was very familiar with fell onto the ground.
"Eh? Hey, why are you-?"
"Run!"
He cut off Mikoto's sentence.
Covered in sweat, his right hand, for some reason, was covered with bandages.
The boy with bloodshot eyes yelled crazily.
Part 14
August 31, 12:15 PM- the exact same time.
"Ah, thanks for helping me with my homework, " said Kamijou, who was standing on the hot summer sidewalk waiting for Mikoto.
In comparison, Unabara, in the same position, still managed to give off a cool atmosphere, smiled, and said, "It's nothing; I only did what I could with all my power."
(... With all my power?)
Kamijou felt that something wasn't quite right.
Unabara also felt a slight pause in the conversation and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mm... I want to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Are your grades good?"
Unabara paused slightly before saying, "Ah, sorry, did I get something wrong on the homework?"
"T-That's not it..."
How could he ask 'Didn't you get your grades by cheating?' in front of him? Kamijou hurriedly looked for some way to change the topic... Suddenly, his mouth stopped moving.
"What's wrong?" Unabara asked, slightly confused, but Kamijou didn't answer. Actually, nothing was wrong with Unabara; what Kamijou was looking at was behind Unabara.
Behind Unabara Mitsuki. The fast food shop Mikoto was lined up in, due to it being lunchtime, was packed with people; plus, the students walking by made it seem even more crowded.
In this view full of people... Kamijou saw another Unabara Mitsuki.
The man whose face, height, clothes, and everything else looked exactly like that of "Unabara" was soaked with sweat and has bloodshot eyes as he rushed into the fast food shop.
Seconds later, Unabara seemed to notice where Kamijou was looking and turned around to look at the fast food shop. But that man had already pushed himself into the crowd.
Kamijou was very suspicious. Was it only someone who looked a lot like Unabara... ? If it's like that, then it's too similar. Even though they felt slightly different, they looked exactly the same on the outside... yes, just like Mikoto and Misaka Imouto.
"Hey, do you have any siblings?"
"No, I'm an only child. Why do you ask?"
"Uh... I just saw someone who looked a lot like you entering that shop."
Kamijou pointed at the shop, and Unabara turned back and looked once more.
"Mm... I didn't see, so I don't quite understand what's going on. You only got a glance at him, right? Could it be that it's only the hair and clothes that looked the same? Anyway, I don't have siblings."
After that was said, it seemed to be right. Kamijou hadn't looked that close, so he was really not sure on the details. Now Unabara seemed a bit anxious, taking a look at Kamijou before looking back at the direction of the fast food shop.
"Excuse me, but did that person really look like me that much?"
"Eh? Ah, mm. Not just like you, but almost... exactly the same, though it's probably just someone that looks a lot like you; don't be so worried."
"That person who looked a lot like me went into the shop, and Misaka-san's in the shop, too, right? I'm a bit worried."
Unabara had a troubled expression on his face as he looked at the entrance to the fast food shop.
"Among the espers in this city, some supposedly have the Metamorphose ability. Just like its name, it can make somebody's face or body similar to someone else's, though it's apparently impossible to change it at the genetic level."
Looking at the slightly nervous Unabara, Kamijou thought that maybe he was just worrying too much, though maybe it was natural for him to be that way, since he liked Misaka.
"Hmm, it doesn't matter if it's someone that looks similar; we can just go in and check, right? Even though I think it may just be nothing, it's good to clear things up as fast as possible."
Kamijou walked towards the fast food shop, but Unabara instead took a step back.
"Ah, no... I just made Misaka-san mad; if I really am just worrying too much and see Misaka-san like this, I'll be troubled."
"Why do you have a lonely smile when you say things like that? You just care about her, right?"
"Caring about her and being nosy are two different things. Sorry, if possible, can you go in and have a look if there's anything wrong?"
"Alright, I get it, though even if this isn't something I should intrude in, I feel that you don't have to be so timid at this point. Just in this past week, she has already refused several of your invitations, but you didn't give up, right?"
"Uh, I don't get what you are saying."
"Ah, I meant..."
"All this week, I was at a club practice. I know she was avoiding me, so I thought that maybe I should let both sides cool off a bit first. Today's the last day of summer vacation, and I wanted to see Misaka-san after I haven't seen her for a while, so I came to look for her."
Kamijou was surprised. According to Mikoto, "Unabara Mitsuki" had been harassing her all this week—but "Unabara Mitsuki" himself said he had been at club activities. If that was the case, then who was it that had been going to Mikoto all this time?
Unabara didn't seem to know this. Kamijou didn't want to cause more unease for him, so he just ran past him and headed for the fast food shop.
But after running halfway there, Kamijou thought of something. If Unabara cheated to get his grades, then how had he gotten the answers to his homework so easily?
As Kamijou questioned this, from behind suddenly came Unabara's voice.
"It looks like nothing ever goes as planned... When you lie to deceive someone."
With a *Don!*, the center of Kamijou's back was hit by a strong impact. A few seconds later, Kamijou realized it was from a fist. Just like when a plastic bag full of air is suddenly stepped on, the air inside his lungs was pushed out of his body, not to mention yelling in pain—he couldn't even breathe.
Kamijou turned his head around, looked behind him, and saw Unabara Mitsuki with a cold stare looking back.
Kamijou didn't understand what was going on; due to the lack of air, his head blanked out for a moment. Unabara put his hand behind him and took out something similar to a knife.
As Unabara stabbed forward with his knife, Kamijou also stepped forward hurriedly.
Kamijou felt the knife almost slash across his back, and started sweating. But he still forced himself to breathe and opened some distance between himself and Unabara to prevent a fatal blow. In such a large crowd, everything below the chest was blocked from sight by other people, so rather than covering Kamijou's mouth and stabbing him, this was less obvious. If Unabara killed Kamijou this way, he could still blend into the crowd without anyone noticing his acts.
This wasn't a suicidal attack that took the opponent down with him, but an assassination technique that put one's own safety first.
An act of violence carried out in broad daylight amongst a crowd of people.
But there were no screams or disturbances; from this, one could see how skilled Unabara was.
(Could it be... ?)
Kamijou felt himself losing his balance. He tried to stabilize himself, but his stumbling feet couldn't stop. As if using "Unabara" as the center of a circle, Kamijou moved continuously.
(Could it be... that this one is the fake... ?)
"Unabara Mitsuki" smiled slightly, as if seeing through Kamijou's thought from his eyes.
Kamijou looked at "Unabara Mitsuki's" hand, and saw him holding a knife made of black stone. It didn't look like it was made by cutting, but instead by chipping the rock itself.
Because it didn't look like a weapon, people around it didn't panic when they saw the stone knife.
Kamijou kept trying to focus, blinded by the pain in his head, and asked, "... Dammit... Why... are you doing this... ?"
"You're asking me why? Because now is the crucial period of infiltrating... even if I explain it, you wouldn't understand the importance of it, right? Then again, the real deal actually escaped. Guess this half-assed way of just imprisoning him was a mistake; I should've just killed him in the first place. Ah, just so you know, I'm not his brother or someone that looks similar to him. Apart from science's Metamorphose ability, there are other ways of changing one's image into someone else's."
"Unabara Mitsuki" said that before pointing his stone knife at the sky.
Boom!
Something invisible flew past Kamijou's cheek.
Something like an invisible laser had been shot from the knife's edge, hitting an illegally parked car behind Kamijou. Almost like it had been branded, a complicated seal appeared on the door of the car. From the seal, something invisible was spreading out. Just like an evil look at somebody else, it couldn't be seen, but it could be felt. It seemed that this phenomenon couldn't be explained by science—almost as if it symbolized the existence of a power outside science.
That was magic.
After a second's pause, a huge clatter was heard. The car's doors, glass, frame, wheels... every part was disassembled.
Not "destroyed" by a rough cutting or pulling, but "disassembled" like a toy model being returned to the state it was in before being built.
Kamijou's face went white after seeing that.
If that incomprehensible attack hit the human body, what would happen... could easily be imagined.
A disturbance spread among the crowd like a wave, but nobody screamed, nor did they panic. From their eyes, it was only an "unordinary phenomenon", and nobody thought of it as an "attack".
"Unabara Mitsuki" didn't even look at his surroundings.
Once again, he raised his knife.
"?!"
Kamijou started to sweat profusely on his back.
Unabara's attack was fearsome. Though Kamijou's right hand had the ability to destroy any supernatural power, but to be able to predict this kind of attack where it couldn't be seen by the eyes was just as hard as trying to see and dodge bullets.
Mikoto's electricity attacks may have been similar in attack style, but after all, the electricity attack could be blocked by extending out his right hand and using it as a lightning rod to attract the attack and then negate it.
But that wouldn't work against Unabara's mysterious attacks.
And the most frightening thing was that the accuracy of the attack was very low. Kamijou was only five meters away from Unabara, without any defenses, and the attack still hadn't hit him. It had low accuracy, but its power was enough to destroy a car in one blow.
There were plenty of passersby who were surprised by the car being disassembled, but nobody thought that it was an attack on someone. Unabara didn't care about dragging somebody else into this mess. If that magician was allowed to rampage in this situation, a lot of people would be hit by stray shots.
"Dammit!"
Kamijou risked the danger of turning his back to Unabara in order to find a deserted place. He dashed into a side street, running frantically down the twisting and turning path.
The sounds of the invisible-weapon-wielding "enemy's" footsteps could be heard closing in step by step.
Part 15
August 31, 12:24 PM.
(Dammit! What the hell is going on? Why would a magician appear here?! What is he after?!)
Kamijou cursed in his head while running through the side streets.
First, he needed information on the enemy's attack traits.
Kamijou took out his cell phone while running. Fortunately for him, the enemy's attack didn't have rapid-fire or much accuracy. But even so, being in a situation where the enemy's attack was continuously fired from behind still made Kamijou feel pressured. The fingers holding the phone shivered involuntarily.
The ringing started. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times, nine times.
"Ah, uh, Hello! This is the Kamijou residence, yes!"
"Too slow!"
Kamijou shouted meaninglessly, and after hearing that, the girl on the other side also started to get mad.
"Ah, is this voice Touma? Touma's the one that's slow! When can we eat lunch? Or should I go to Komoe's house for help? If you don't clearly say beforehand, I'm not going to know what to do!"
"Sorry, Index! We can talk about food later! I have something important to ask you right now!"
"What do you mean later?! Why does Touma always-?"
"Enough already, are you alright over there? Some magician showed up, and I don't know what they are after, but they could be coming after you again! Tsuchimikado, that guy... he might be back at the dorms by now! Oi, Index! Go next door right now and take a look! That guy is on our side!"
"Touma... are you... being chased right now?"
Index seemed to understand the situation, and her voice became quiet.
"That's right! I'm running madly for my life right now! If possible, please give me some advice that'll let me turn the current situation around!"
"... What's the magician's traits? Things like clothes, weapons, the way of speaking, or the way they act."
Kamijou then mentioned everything he knew about "Unabara Mitsuki" to Index, including how he had changed into somebody else's appearance and the stone knife he wielded.
After three seconds of short silence, Index replied, "The black stone knife is obsidian, right? A spear made by using a mirror to reflect starlight... that should be the Spear of Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli."
"Tlah... what?"
"Spear of Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli. It's the name for the Aztec god of Venus and disasters; supposedly, his Spear can kill anyone that is under the light of Venus."
Kamijou froze. No matter what that legend was, it was way too preposterous. If that stone knife had that kind of power, humankind would've been gone from the world by now.
"What Venus... Index, you can skip the introduction. Anyway, what do I do now? I want to quickly—"
A loud *Boom* cut off Kamijou's whining.
The mysterious attack went past Kamijou's side and hit an air conditioner. Kamijou involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat all over, and swiftly turned a corner.
"Touma! If you don't listen carefully, the one in trouble is going to be you!"
"Sorry! Index-sama! I won't complain to things experts say again! Please tell me some suggestions now! Immediately!"
"Mm, first, that Spear is made from the light of Venus, remember that."
Kamijou couldn't help but look up. In the sky between the buildings... Venus couldn't be seen. But that didn't mean "Venus didn't exist"—just that "the sunlight was too bright to be able to see Venus".
"But that's unreasonable, right? Everybody in the world is under the light of Venus. If the power of the Spear is as you say, no one can escape its power and humans would be extinct now, right?"
"Yeah, that's why it's classed as god-level magic—but that's also its flaw, as humans can't completely control magic used by gods."
"What does that mean?"
"Simply put, humans can only use a replica of the Spear. If the real Spear was used, all humans would die. I think the theory behind the replica should be using the obsidian knife as a mirror? The light of Venus from the sky gets reflected by the mirror and reaches the enemy as the Spear. On the other hand, if you don't get hit by the light, then you can avoid the attack by the Spear. If properly handled, Touma's right hand can block the attack, too; the main point is how to find the unseen path of attack."
"Light that can't be seen... basically, a laser weapon roughly the size of a pistol?"
"What's a laser?"
He could imagine Index tilting her head in puzzlement on the other side of the phone.
Maybe it's because he was splitting his concentration that Kamijou kicked a bicycle accidentally. Kamijou tilted forward, and barely avoided falling down onto the ground.
*Boom!*, behind him came a frightening sound.
Kamijou looked back, and the fallen bicycle had already been disassembled by the unseen attack into frames and wheels. It seemed like the accuracy of the magician's Spear wasn't really that high. Kamijou saw the magician behind him raising the knife once more and quickly turned a corner.
"Dammit, that guy's actually shooting something like that... At least look at the surroundings, you idiot!"
"Mm... the spell technique is like a blueprint; magic itself is only a phenomenon. As long as the technique isn't leaked out, even if the magic is seen, it wouldn't matter. Even if people without magic knowledge witness the phenomenon, they can't reverse-engineer the blueprint."
"Uh... that wasn't what I was trying to say."
Kamijou sighed, and turned down an even narrower side path.
Even though every second counted right now, there were still questions left to ask.
"Dammit, so that means how this guy turned into Unabara is also a kind of Aztec magic?"
"That's right, the Aztec priests have a technique that skins a sacrifice alive and allows them to wear their skin; this magic should be derived from that technique."
Kamijou gasped.
Even though he knew that the situation right now was dangerous, Kamijou was still shocked enough to almost stop running.
"What... did you say about the skin?"
"Cut it off with a knife and wear it, though if it's just for changing appearances, there's no need to go that far; just cutting off fifteen centimeters of the skin from the forearm and turning it into a charm is enough to give a certain amount of transformation effect."
A horrible feeling started creeping from Kamijou's fingertips. The pursuer behind him now felt even more frightening.
"That's way too scary, actually skinning people to change appearances. Magicians really are all lunatics!"
"Oi, Touma, what you're saying is job discrimination–!"
With no time to hear her babbling on, Kamijou turned off the phone.
The small side street was a lot shorter than Kamijou had expected, and he was now back on the main road. Kamijou hurriedly ran towards the side street across the road. Behind him came a few more frightening sounds of the "Spear" disassembling something.
(Should I run into a building? No, if the outer walls are gone, I'll be buried alive! Not knowing the attack range is a problem. If I run into an underground street, I might still be buried alive!)
As Kamijou ran, he tried to understand the situation. The reason the magician was after him probably had something to do with Index, right? She was a library of grimoires, with 103, 000 of them in her memory. The possibility of magicians from all over the world coming after her wasn't exactly low.
Though if that was the case, there was still something hard to understand. Why had that magician transformed into Unabara Mitsuki? Unabara was Mikoto's friend, and had no direct connection with Kamijou and Index. If he wanted to assassinate Kamijou, then shouldn't he have transformed into someone closer to Kamijou... ?
Kamijou rushed to turn another corner.
"Dammit!"
Kamijou cursed. The path in front of him was blocked due to the building next to it being under construction. Spades, bags of cement, and building machinery filled the narrow path; it was impossible to pass. On top of the half-constructed building was a crane, moving materials overhead.
Even so, Kamijou still headed towards the working site, and turned around to look. The "enemy's" footsteps were closing in from the corner behind him. There was nowhere to run.
(What now? What now?!)
In that instant Kamijou looked around, 'Unabara Mitsuki' stepped out from around the corner. As soon as he saw Kamijou, he raised his black stone knife.
The distance between the two was only five meters.
But Kamijou didn't choose to swing his fist at "Unabara Mitsuki", instead grabbing a spade next to him. During this time, "Unabara Mitsuki" waved his black knife in the light, adjusting the angles bit by bit. Kamijou felt sweat covering his palms, and swung the spade down hard.
But his target wasn't "Unabara"; it was the cement bag next to him.
With a swish, the spade stabbed through the bag. Kamijou continued the swing, and spreads the cement dust around them.
"Unabara's" view, surroundings, and the sky were swallowed by the gray dust.
"Unabara" ignored it and swung the knife. At this point, he noticed something.
The Spear didn't activate.
The link between Venus and the mirror was blocked by the cement dust. In this situation, the Spear made by the light of Venus couldn't be used.
*Swish!* Something heavy flew past "Unabara Mitsuki's" cheek.
He lowered himself, thinking it was probably the spade.
"Oooooooooohhhh!!"
Kamijou's fist pierced through the gray curtain and reached for him."Unabara" reflexively bent down and avoided the fist. There wasn't any reason—just instinct. Sweating, "Unabara" raised the obsidian knife, which was now only a normal weapon, and tried to slash it across Kamijou's face. But "Unabara" hadn't stabilized himself beforehand, so the attack wasn't very powerful. The tip of Kamijou's foot swung with the sound of the wind, and impacted the stomach of the bent-down "Unabara".
"Unabara" jumped back, trying to minimize the damage.
He noticed that battling in the cement dust was disadvantageous for him, and decided to move back.
"Unabara" continued to move back another few steps, but Kamijou, moving faster, caught up to him instantly. From the structure of the human legs, their speed going forward was obviously faster than moving back. Kamijou was about to swing his fist once more, so "Unabara" hurriedly raised his obsidian knife to try and counter it.
*Whoosh!*
At that instant, a sudden gust blew through the small alley.
The gray mist that covered everything was suddenly gone. The sky, partially blocked by the surrounding buildings, was once again visible. The grace of the light of Venus once again descended onto "Unabara".
Unabara raised his knife and corrected the angle.
Kamijou, who was closing in, now showed surprise.
"Hmph! Accept your fate!"
The angle's set, connecting Venus, mirror, and the target. Focus the mana, chant the incantation, and the starlight would turn into a spear that couldn't be seen, and would pierce directly through the enemy!
The symbol of Venus and disasters, the Spear of Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli.
Kamijou, in his panic, raised his right hand...
But was unable to determine the unseen path of attack.
Theoretically, this blow would move through the gap in the right hand's defense and pierce the heart.
But nothing happened.
"What... ?"
"Unabara Mitsuki" involuntarily said that. To release the Spear, several conditions had to be met simultaneously—but the strike just then should have met those conditions; there was no reason for failure. The Spear should have been released, gone straight through Kamijou's heart, and split his body cleanly like meat at the butchers.
"Unabara" looked at his obsidian knife with an expression like examining a torch that had ran out of power.
"Unabara" was astonished.
The obsidian knife in his hand had a layer of rough gray dust sticking to its surface. Just like a blackboard duster thick with chalk dust, its original color couldn't even be seen.
The role of the obsidian knife was to be a mirror, aiming to adjust and reflect the light of Venus that descended from the sky.
If the mirror was no longer reflective, it couldn't connect the target with the light of Venus.
Pah! The sounds of Kamijou's footsteps rang out.
He was now right in front of "Unabara".
"?!"
If "Unabara" had discarded the obsidian knife and changed his tactics, then he might still have had a chance to win. But "Unabara" couldn't help but try and wipe off the dust on the obsidian knife. It wasn't hard to understand. Comparing an equal chance of winning or losing by hand-to-hand combat with the sure-kill magic, anyone would choose the latter option."Unabara" lost to the temptation of "just wiping off the dust with a single sweep".
The result was that he couldn't react to the Kamijou's attack in time.
A *Don!* sound bursts out."Unabara" was smashed into the ground, and the obsidian knife that he clung to until the last second finally left his hands.
Part 16
August 31, 12:36 PM.
Kamijou looked at the "Unabara Mitsuki" that was now fallen to the ground.
After "Unabara's" face had been punched, the surface of his whole face had turned to dust accompanied by the sound of glass cracking. Underneath it was a magician's face, looking younger than the real Unabara, and also with a darker skin tone. There were still pieces of Unabara's skin left on his face, making it look surreal—almost like skin that had been burnt black by the sun being ripped off unceremoniously.
"Alright, now speak honestly, " Kamijou said while panting."Why did you transform into Unabara Mitsuki?"
"Ha, even if I don't say it clearly, can't you understand it?"
"Understand it, my ass. Transforming into Unabara wouldn't help in attacking me, right? Why did you go after Unabara? Just to get close to Misaka? Is it because she's my friend, so you'd finish her off as well?"
"..."
"Answer me. I've heard that your transforming technique is by peeling off Unabara's skin; did you plan to do the same thing to Misaka? Misaka has nothing to do with the Magic side; why do you magicians want to drag her into this?"
Kamijou seemed to be agitated, but Unabara's tone was somewhat calm.
Plain and emotionless, the words flowed slowly from his mouth.
"Unabara should have been erased."
His voice wasn't cold like ice, but rather more like lukewarm water where emotion wasn't fluctuating.
"But at the point of death, he used his esper ability... Telekinesis. He changed every particle in his body into a solid block, going into a false death—maybe cryogenic stasis is a better term. Stabbing his heart was like stabbing a frozen slab of meat; no damage could be done. Not even the Spear could take him apart. I had no other ideas, so I could only tie him up and lock him in the room..."
It looked like this magician had done a lot of research on Academy City to be using scientific jargon such as Telekinesis and cryogenic stasis.
But what surprised Kamijou more was the overly plain voice. It sounded like forcing an old cassette to play that had nearly fallen apart.
Unabara seemed a bit satisfied looking at Kamijou's face, and his voice gradually gained emotion.
"You ask what my aim in coming here is? I didn't think that this would be your first question in this situation."
Unabara seemed to laugh at Kamijou from the bottom of his heart, and continued to speak."Looks like you have no idea how dangerous your actions are."
"What are you saying?"
"You don't just have the 103, 000 grimoires of Index Librorum Prohibitorum in your possession; you also have magicians of the Anglican Church, Tokiwadai's Level 5 esper, the trump card against vampires, and all sorts of other people gathered to your side."
The magician said in a tone like he was laughing at himself.
"The Magic side and the Science side were originally two worlds that could not coexist, but you are building an organization that incorporates both worlds. The Kamijou Faction can now almost be called a separate entity. The organization that I belong to is afraid that a new organization like yours will destroy the world's balance of power."
Organization.
Like Academy City, the Christian Churches, a Magic Cabal, or some other major country?
"That's why I was sent here, though my mission in the beginning wasn't to transform into Unabara or to eliminate anyone. I've only been in this city for a month, and transforming into Unabara was also only a week ago. The original mission was just surveillance. All I needed to do was to make sure that the Kamijou Faction had no influence to the balance of power, report to my superiors that 'there's no problem', and finish the mission."
The magician clenched his teeth.
"But you are too dangerous! From the bits and pieces I've gathered, in just this summer vacation period, you've already destroyed several organizations! Not only so, this faction of yours can't be bought off by money or controlled by brute force. The movements of the Kamijou Faction depend solely on your own emotions and whims! With such a huge unstable power, how can those 'above' possibly leave you alone?!"
"Wait... that that means..."
"That's right. My target isn't just the person known as Kamijou Touma, but all members in the Kamijou Faction. At this point, even if only you are killed, the bonds between the various members can't be dissolved."
The aim of "transforming" into a friend was this.
"Transform" into one of Kamijou's friends, do some bad things, and lower the trust between members. When there was no further use, "transform" into another friend and do the same things, using such methods to make the faction collapse from the inside.
Even if the fact that "someone is disguised" was discovered, it wouldn't matter; as long as "who's been replaced" was not known, it would only drive each member apart, to the point where they no longer trusted each other.
Internal collapse.
Such methods employed by spies had brought down countless dynasties throughout history. Even regimes that looked robust could fall abruptly. A kind king could suddenly turn into a tyrant, manipulated by aides in the shadows. Because of the efficiency of the method and also its cruelty, myths about foxes and demons had been born in some countries.
"I was going to leave you last, but I guess it can't be helped. As the mask of Unabara Mitsuki has been found out, I'll have to borrow your face next!"
After that sentence, the magician literally flew towards the obsidian knife on the ground, swiftly wiped off the cement dust, and turned from the ground to release the Spear.
But maybe the position of shooting was too forced that the place the Spear ended up shooting at was nowhere near Kamijou. The magician clucked, stood up, and raised the obsidian knife once more.
But now Kamijou was right in front of the magician.
"Che!"
The magician wanted to release the Spear, but Kamijou's fist was faster. Kamijou's right hand impacted the obsidian knife. Maybe Imagine Breaker had worked, as the obsidian knife turned to powder with a sound like glass breaking.
"Did you think I would just wait for you? That's stup-!"
Kamijou's words were cut off before he could finish.
The roar of metal clashing together came from above him. Kamijou looked up involuntarily, and saw the steel beams falling from the half-finished building.
Apparently, the Spear that missed had hit the building next to them.
That building hadn't been filled up with concrete yet, so it looked like a giant metal cube. The power of the Spear was to disassemble the physical form, so the steel beams had been released from the nuts and bolts holding them together and were starting to rain down onto both Kamijou and the magician.
"?!"
Kamijou and the magician both moved backwards. A metal rod weighing several hundred kilograms stabbed between the two, almost like a holy sword.
Seconds later, the whole building that was under construction started to fall like an avalanche. Using common sense, they should have been running for their lives. But if they ran, the chance of capturing the magician would be gone, and the magician once more would turn into someone else and harm someone close to Kamijou.
Kamijou and the magician came into eye contact.
The magician looked into Kamijou's eyes, and showed a peculiar smile.
(Dammit! My life is so unlucky!)
Kamijou cursed inside, staring at the magician who also didn't plan to escape.
"Even though it's a cliché line... I thought we could've been friends."
The workers who had been doing the construction were now escaping and roaring in anger. All the sounds from the workers were coming from ground level; apparently, nobody had been working on the building at the time. It looked like there shouldn't be anyone that wouldn't be able to make it out.
"That thought has never crossed my mind."
The magician answered without hesitation. A metal rod stabbed into the ground next to him, but there was no change in his expression.
"It's a shame, really such a shame." Kamijou sighed and said, "So the thoughts about Misaka that came from your mouth are also false. Only this point makes me feel that this is such a shame... because now, this gives me a reason to beat you to a pulp."
This sentence froze the air.
A silence colder than darkness enveloped their surroundings.
"... ?"
The magician seemed to have said something in a soft voice.
Before Kamijou even had time to frown, he repeated it once more.
"Can't a fake have those kinds of thoughts?" The magician grinded his teeth and said, "A fake can't wish for peace? Does a fake not even have the right to have the thought of wanting to protect Misaka-san?"
"Ah... ?"
The frightening sound of the collapsing building was now tossed to the back of Kamijou's mind as he stared at the magician's face.
"That's right, I didn't want to do this."
The magician continued his words without care of the building that could fall any moment.
"I didn't even want to harm Unabara. Nobody being hurt in the end is the best conclusion, right? I like this city. From the time I came here a month ago, even though I can't become a resident of this world, I still deeply loved this world that Misaka-san lives in."
The magician continued on.
"But I have to do this. Because the results are out, the Kamijou Faction has been judged by those 'above' as a dangerous force. Can you understand what I felt when I turned into Unabara? To be forced to destroy the world that Misaka-san exists in, can you understand what I feel?"
The magician now showed raw emotions on his contorted face.
"You couldn't possibly know! Because you ruined everything! If you were milder in your actions so that I could report back 'there's no problem', I could've left here in peace! That way, I wouldn't have had to attack Unabara or trick Misaka-san! That's right, I am your enemy now. But who did you think made things turn out this way?!"
An invisible killing intent radiated from the magician.
As if in reply to his roar, the topmost floor of the building started falling with a *Boom*.
Kamijou looked into the magician's eyes.
As for the collapsing building, he didn't even glance at it.
He said, "Do you truly like Misaka?"
As a spy that was planning to use Misaka, these words came from his mouth.
"Yeah, " the magician said.
The topmost floor of the building turned into countless steel beams, falling down to the ground one by one.
"You want to protect the world that Misaka lives in?"
Even as the spy that had been planning to use Misaka, these words had come from his mouth.
"Yeah, " the magician said.
The countless steel beams smashed into the floors beneath them, resulting in more sections breaking apart.
"But now, that is a dream that can't come true. Now, I am your enemy. I don't want to do this, but I have to. I have no other choice, no other path to choose. Or do you want me to be like a hero in the movies, fight against the whole organization by myself, and lose my life for nothing? I can't do that. I'm not you; I can't be a hero such as yourself."
The magician said that, and incredibly showed a plain and weak smile.
"So that's it." Kamijou Touma finally understood.
Those were the thoughts of that magician. That man hadn't wanted to become his enemy, but was forced to. That man was forced to destroy what he valued most in this world with his own hands. Such tragedy was what had twisted his heart.
There was a man named Tsuchimikado Motoharu.
When he had first called himself a spy, his casual demeanour really made an impression on Kamijou—but the truth wasn't that simple. Tsuchimikado had paid a large price, risking the danger of going against his orders in exchange for his freedom.
The magician in front of him now wasn't willing to take that risk.
It was because he knew clearly how much of a coward he himself was, that it was harder to quench his anger. He hated Kamijou who had destroyed his dream, but he hated himself more for not being able to protect his dream.
Those were the thoughts of that magician.
That man had poured all his twisted thoughts out, and was standing in front of Kamijou to block him.
Kamijou thought that if so, then he must also fight with all his strength.
Kamijou could live his life freely, with nobody to restrain his movements, and could protect whatever he wanted to protect at any time. The Kamijou like this had to bring a lot more pain to the magician. In the magician's eyes, Kamijou radiated so much dazzling light that he couldn't look at him directly.
"Hmph, so the only choice left for you is to choose to kill her with your own hands?"
Even so, Kamijou still decided to fight with all his strength.
Against someone who spoke his thoughts, Kamijou couldn't just deal with him half-heartedly.
"Apparently, I'll have to kill that fantasy of yours first."
The avalanche at the top of the building was almost like a giant's hand crushing the whole structure.
Steel beams fell down like raindrops, but neither Kamijou nor the magician looked up or tried to retreat. They only clenched their fists and charged, attempting to shrink the distance between the two to zero in as little time as possible!
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Kamijou's fist impacted the magician's face. The magician from the start didn't seem to plan on dodging; he unhesitatingly grabbed Kamijou's chest with both hands, and slammed Kamijou into a wall. With a dull sound, the air inside Kamijou's lungs was forced out.
The magician pushed Kamijou into the wall before using both his hands to strangle him. Kamijou aimed for the magician's stomach and kicked out. Maybe the magician had been relying on magic too much and hadn't trained his body as he doubled over after the kick.
Suddenly, a huge sound erupted from the steel beam stabbing down next to Kamijou. What was more, another steel beam struck that beam, resulting in a sound like a church's bell ringing next to Kamijou's ears.
"Uu... ?!"
Kamijou's body slightly shook involuntarily.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"
The magician, who was also shaking, instead tackled Kamijou. Kamijou fell over, and due to the loud noise that hit his brain, his movements had become sluggish. On the other hand, though the magician was moving about like a drunkard, he could still aim precisely, and went to position himself above Kamijou.
Kamijou tried desperately to escape the magician that was trying to subdue him.
"Ah!"
At that time, Kamijou saw it.
A rain of steel beams was falling down, and one of them would pierce through both Kamijou and the magician immediately. It was less than twenty meters above them. There were only a few seconds before impact. The magician was staring at Kamijou beneath him, and didn't realize the existence of the beam about to come down on top of him.
"Dodge it, you idiot!"
Kamijou kicked the magician, who was about to hold him down, in the stomach, and then slapped him once across the face.
The magician's body rolled towards Kamijou's left side, to a lying position... and then he realized the situation.
Then, Kamijou and the magician glanced at each other.
Facing the rain of steel beams, the magician didn't seem like wanting to dodge it. He only smiled—a slight, lonely smile. He understood clearly that even if he won this battle, he wouldn't get anything from it.
Kamijou had no duty to save the magician.
Kamijou wouldn't have been blamed by anyone if he left the enemy for dead.
But...
"—A fake can't wish for peace?"
Even so...
"—Does a fake not even have the right to have the thought of wanting to protect Misaka-san?"
(Ah, dammit! This guy is just too devious!)
Kamijou tried to grab the hand of the magician who was still on the ground. The magician showed a shocked expression, and it made Kamijou even more annoyed. Kamijou knew it was already too late, but he still clenched his teeth.
A large number of steel beams dropped down from the sky, shaking the whole place.
Part 17
August 31, 12:47 PM.
A large amount of dust obstructed the visibility at the scene.
The people around there had heard the noise, but no one was curious enough to come and see what was going on. If ordinary people wanted to come and look, then they would want to look from a safe place. In a situation like this where nobody knew where was safe, nobody was reckless enough to come close.
"... Haha."
In the middle of all the commotion, Kamijou smiled half-heartedly.
Kamijou ended up sitting on the floor, with a steel beam planted between his legs. Not only that, there were countless steel beams surrounding Kamijou—a lot like a small cottage seriously flawed in design and with a roof full of holes. The steel beams had a delicate balance, as if they would crumble if blown by a breeze. But anyway, Kamijou had escaped the fate of being buried alive.
(Am I just lucky... ? That can't be; my luck's one of the worst there is. If that's the case... oh, yeah, that Level 5 esper; if she uses the power to control electricity, controlling magnetism shouldn't be a problem for her. )
That was right, it wasn't good luck at all. The path of the beams had been aligned to pierce through Kamijou. Apparently, some sort of power had changed their path slightly before they fell on Kamijou.
Kamijou, who was afraid that the roof would collapse any moment, looked around. He saw the magician lying between two of the steel beams that held the roof together.
One of the magician's hands was stuck in the gap between two steel beams. Though the magician's hand hadn't been crushed, but was instead stuck in a natural gap, it was like a super-heavy handcuff had been put on him.
The magician was incredulous at the fact that he was still alive, and was stunned for a few moments.
After a while, he finally said, "Did I lose?"
"I don't know, I didn't create this situation."
Kamijou said that while scratching his head. But the magician shook his head. No matter the reason, he couldn't even move an inch; fighting on in this situation was impossible.
"Guess it's my loss." The magician smiled slightly."That way, my part in all this comes to an end. I don't have to kill Misaka-san, or kill anyone else now, right?"
"..."
Kamijou didn't answer; he just looked at the magician.
Carefully thinking back, maybe in his heart, the magician had always been conflicted. Even though he had been serious about trying to kill Kamijou, his heart had been clouded and that may have held him back unconsciously—because once he emerged victorious in this battle, he'd have to kill Mikoto with his own hands.
If he had used the Spear as his first attack, Kamijou wouldn't have had time to dodge and would have died then and there. When chasing Kamijou in the straight streets, after carefully thinking about it, he probably had several chances to accurately hit Kamijou in the back.
That magician didn't want to hurt Misaka Mikoto.
He didn't want to destroy the world that Misaka Mikoto lived in.
But his selfish wish was hard to make come true. If it did, then his own life would be in danger, so he needed an excuse. Something like "I tried my best, but due to obstacles, I failed to complete the objective".
The enemy organization treated the "group led by the amateur Kamijou" as a very dangerous group, so even though Kamijou was an amateur in combat, but his position, almost like the boss of an organization, definitely qualified for the "I tried my best" excuse.
"I think..." the magician said, "The attacks won't just stop here. One failure by a small fry like me won't be enough to convince the 'above' to give up. Instead, this will make them even more sure that the judgement of 'Kamijou Faction is very dangerous' is correct. My allies might appear next to you or Misaka-san; in the worst-case scenario, I might get the same order again."
Kamijou silently listened to the magician's words.
"Can I ask you to protect her?"
The magician asked.
"No matter where, no matter when, no matter who your opponent is, no matter how many times, as long as something like this happens, you'll have to be a hero and go to her side to protect her. Can you promise me this?"
It was what he dreamed of but could never bring into reality.
It was his dearest wish, but he didn't have a choice other than to give the opportunity to someone else.
And then...
Kamijou only said one sentence.
And then nodded.
"That's the worst possible answer, " the magician lying on the ground said lightly while smiling.
Part 18
August 31, 12:37 PM.
Misaka Mikoto held the hamburger-filled paper bag in her arms, leaned her back on the wall around the corner from the two, and listened to their conversation.
Mikoto didn't hear everything in their conversation, though. When Mikoto found out that there were two Unabara Mitsukis and one of them had started fighting with Kamijou, she had chased after the two of them. Then she had seen Unabara's face fall off like a mask, showing a completely different face; and after that, the half-finished building had collapsed, incomprehensible things coming one after another. Also, Mikoto was pretty far away from the two, so she could only hear parts of their conversation. Mikoto, who had spent much effort a moment ago to change the path of the steel beams, might have been the one out of the three of them whose emotions were most in turmoil.
But even so, Mikoto still understood vaguely.
Mikoto understood the reason they were fighting.
Why they had fought.
And for whom they had fought.
Mikoto shook her head vigorously.
(I... I can't misunderstand! I must be getting the wrong idea! His words definitely don't have those meanings to it! He's that kind of person; it's not like he's treating me as someone special!)
But her head that was shaking vigorously to deny this still stopped moving involuntarily.
Even though she knew she shouldn't get the wrong idea, her head still stopped.
(Uu... )
Mikoto leaned her head on the wall behind her. She knew that she was blushing bright red without having to look in a mirror.
(It's really unforgivable, ) Mikoto thought. After hearing that kind of conversation in this situation, what kind of expression was she going to have when she walked out of here?
Especially the last sentence Kamijou had said.
(... I know I'm misunderstanding, but the way you said it is too easy for it to be mistaken otherwise, you big idiot!)
Mikoto sighed. She didn't know how long it would take for the blush on her face to finally subside.
August 31, 1:04 PM.
END
References
1. ↑ In the original text, Tsuchimikado Maika is using speech between equals/commoners to talk with Mikoto.
2. ↑ en. wikipedia. org/wiki/Yaoi
3. ↑ Older sisters
4. ↑ Younger sister
5. ↑ Oniisan = older brother. -san is usually replaced by -chan to show endearment.
6. ↑ A reference to gal games.
7. ↑ Irewa (?) is a term used in Japanese fandom used to describe plants, animals, or non-living things as a human, mostly as kawaii girls
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